Clifton Snyder - Auntie Marilyn

Marilyn Goodge wasn't aware of her nephew's movement until his hand was actually in startling contact with her voluptuously molded mound… then she started so violently that Peter drew back his hand rapidly.

The young widow stared down in mute shock at her young nephew, she was stunned by his action and couldn't do anything but stare at him. She didn't know how to re-act… everything seemed so unreal to her!

"I'm sorry Auntie, I'm really sorry," the boy sobbed.

Marilyn was suddenly aware of the tiny tingling shivers of excitement that were beginning to course up and down her spine as she looked at her handsome young nephew. There was a fluttering in her stomach and a pounding in her heart and her breath was coming in short rasps. She knew that she should have been angry and shocked at her eleven year old nephew's outrageous behavior and yet she couldn't help but admit to herself that she wasn't!

She was well aware that the young boy was profoundly upset at his action however, and she reached out her hand and gently touched his face, his hands running through his hair. "Peter dear, what on earth is wrong with you, you've never done anything like this before."

Then almost as if it were someone else and not herself that was acting, the beautiful widow drew her young nephew close to her, flicking her tongue out to moisten her voluptuous lips.

Peter Goodge was amazed, his aunt was looking at him so seductively this moment, an entire change had come over her. It was almost as if his touch had awoken something deep inside her… it looked to him almost as if she were going to kiss him, or something!

With a soft moan, Marilyn turned the nervously trembling boy's face up toward hers. She caught just a glimpse of the surprise in his eyes before she covered his lips with her own mouth, breathing softly into his and parting her own lips wide to thrust her tongue in between his teeth.

Peter stiffened in shock as his aunt kissed him lightly on the lips. He could feel her full breasts, pressed hard against his chest and she was breathing heavily, her body trembling. His aunt wasn't kissing him in a motherly way, though, this was a woman's kiss he was getting he realized as she sucked on his tongue.

Another soft tremor of excitement coursed through Marilyn's wanton body as she felt her nephew's hands move cautiously back up to touch her waist, then trailed slowly up her sides beneath her arms, lightly brushing the heaving swells of her breasts. She could feel the electric excitement exuding from Peter's trembling body, and she knew what she was doing was insane. She was leading him on, and Peter's response to her embrace could only be sexual arousal. But she couldn't stop. Her breasts were bursting with all the love and emotion that welled up in them for her beautiful young nephew and her flesh quivered with her own forbidden craving. She knew that she was doing something very dangerous, but somehow she couldn't stop herself.

Another distant puff rising in her throat, Marilyn removed her lips from Peter's, snuggling her face against his cheek and blowing softly into his ear. Now she didn't resist as one of Peter's hands slipped between their bodies to eagerly cup and massage the ripely rounded firmness of her breasts, hardly protected by her flimsy blouse.

"Auntie, please show me… will you show me how to do it?"

Marilyn could hardly believe her ears. Yet now the blunt request, which ordinarily would have shocked and angered her, prompted a much different reaction. Her lust and her compassion for her nephew were becoming confused and it was difficult for her to separate one from the other.

"Auntie, please, please will you do it with me?"

"Oh no, Peter, I can't… I can't…" the older woman whispered into her young nephew's ear, "I just can't."

Marilyn was hardly aware as Peter took one of her hands and pulled it gently downward. Only when it was placed right down on the lewdly throbbing erection that tented the crotch of his pants did she realize what he was doing. Then another shock coursed through her loins as Peter's other hand dropped from her breasts to seize the hem of her skirt and begin to work it slowly up to reveal her soft-skinned thighs and the nearly transparent bikini panties, which hardly protected her already obscenely moistening pussy.

Peter was so excited he could hardly stand it. He could hardly believe that this was happening with his aunt but he couldn't think about anything at this moment but playing with her gorgeous breasts, and having her hand resting on the pulsating hardness of his penis, and the sheer thrill of pulling her dress up and revealing her tantalizingly rounded thighs and buttocks was almost more than he could bear. His cock was so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his pants, and if he didn't get to fuck his aunt pretty soon, he thought he would go out of his mind.

Marilyn gathered all her strength together now and pulled back from her young nephew. She stared down at her own body, completely exposed from the waist down except for the thinly revealing panties that didn't even conceal the soft black hair of her pussy nestled so invitingly between her thighs. Then her eyes rested on her nephew's bulging pants, his lewdly aroused cock causing her to suck in her breath sharply. It didn't seem quite real though, nothing seemed quite real.

"Please Auntie, you've got to do it to me, I want it so badly, I can hardly stand it."

Marilyn watched her nephew in desperation. She knew he was right, for it had been she who had begun this! How could she leave him hanging this way… how could she… it would probably harm him for life!

"Promise you'll never tell anyone Peter," urged Marilyn.

"I promise," the young boy said excitedly.

"I can't make love to you though, Peter, I just can't."

"B-but…"

"It's just that I feel badly leaving you hanging this way, really I do."

Marilyn slid her own hand slowly down her body, brushing at the bunched up skirt around her waist, she tried to smooth it down but she didn't quite manage it. She knew what she was about to do was sheer madness and yet she couldn't stop herself… she couldn't leave her young nephew in this state.

"Do you have a handkerchief," she asked in a soft, lusty voice.

"Yes Auntie."

"Give it to me then," she purred softly.

The boy gave his aunt his handkerchief, still not quite understanding what she was going to do with it.

Marilyn spread it over his stomach, then she unzipped his pants and, trying to stifle the urgent moan rising in her own throat, reached her fingers inside the fly of his pants. She felt his hips jerk in sudden excitement as she closed her hand around the already eagerly throbbing shaft of his penis, looming up with a twitch in warmly pulsing erection as she worked the jockey shorts aside to expose the resilient flesh to his touch and free it to protrude upward in lewd invitation from his fly.

Marilyn moistened her lips, gazing hungrily down at her nephew's nakedly throbbing little cock-shaft. "I'm going to jack you off, Peter."

Peter frowned in disappointment as his aunt lightly touched the sensitive skin of his cock, beginning to draw it slowly up and down from the naked head along the smoothly pulsating shaft. Though the caress of her fingers on his penis felt better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life and was beyond even comparing with the way it felt when he did it to himself, he still wasn't going to be satisfied just to have her jack him off. Though he was tempted. The prospect of actually fucking his aunt still scared Peter, no matter how much he wanted it!

"But Auntie…" pleaded Peter, his voice strained.

"Doesn't this feel good darling," Marilyn asked, watching the expression on her nephew's lust-contorted face as she increased the up-and-down motions of her hand on the erect little cock-shaft.