Jerry Milner - A lesson from aunt Barbara

Smiling down at her drowsy son, Betty Sue leaned over the bed and gave him a good-night kiss right on his lips. For just a fleeting second his lips parted and his tongue snaked through them to caress his mother's lips.

Damn, did I imagine that too? she questioned herself. Then, breaking her kiss and starting to straighten up from her bent-over position, she was startled to find that her hand, below his belly, had been grasping and clutching at something big and firm and throbbing.

Oh my God! she thought when the full realization struck her that she was actually holding her son's cock, through the blanket, and kneading it unconsciously in the most wanton and depraved fashion.

Embarrassed, hoping that Erik, almost asleep, didn't know she was groping his hefty cock, Betty Sue quickly released his cock shaft and left the room, closing the door silently behind her and hurrying back to Barbara.

"Babs," she said, coming back into the kitchen, "you won't believe it, but Erik's got a hard-on. I accidentally brushed up against it… Jesus, he's got a big dick."

"That's for sure," Barbara said, just finished washing the dishes and grabbing two more cans of beer.

"What?" Betty Sue asked, taking one of the cans I and pulling the tab open.

"Oh, I said he probably does," Barbara said, fingering a brown-wrapped Trujilos special from her dope stash and lighting it quickly. "Here, have a hit of this Panama Canal special."

Betty dragged deep on the marijuana exactly like Barbara had shown her how to do, holding the Panama Red smoke inside as long as she could while it expanded and filled her lungs with sensual suggestions and relaxing, laid-back languor.

As the effect of the dope started taking over Betty's will, her repression's, she began giggling and her thoughts rushed back and forth from Erik's enormous erection to Dr. Montgomery's much smaller but unbelievably powerful prick. As her girlish giggling became obvious to Barbara, her sister snuggled up as close to her as she could on the big sofa and leaned warmly against her, letting her hand slip around her sister's shoulder until it cupped her breast and began gently kneading it suggestively.

"What's so funny, Betts?" she asked. "You can share it with me. You can share anything with me, after all the things we've done together."

"Oh, it's so awful," Betty said, "I really think I shouldn't tell you."

"But you've got to, Betts," Barbara said encouragingly. "You know you never could keep a real secret from me. All I've got to do is just squeeze your nipple like this… or like this… and you'll tell me anything. So, go ahead."

"Well, promise you won't think bad of me, Babs," Betty Sue began. "There's this man, see, and he… well, he almost raped me."

"God, Betty," Barbara said, "did you let him fuck you? Oh, how deliciously wonderful. You have to tell me all about it, especially the good parts. Who is he? When? Where? How big was his dick?"

"Whoa!" Betty Sue said, taking another heady drag off Babs' dope cigarette and chasing it down with more beer, growing more tipsy and more relaxed, more sensual and more sexy by the minute. "Now you're asking too many questions. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I promise I'll hate you forever."

"Oh, you always say that," Barbara said, squirming closer and running her hand up Betty's thigh, beneath her skirt and under the edge of her leg band, letting her fingers play through her sister's brown pubic hair.

"Uhmmmm," Betty said, moaning, "that feels good. Well, you'll not believe this, but he's Dr. William Montgomery, and it happened in the hospital. I had just left Johan's room when he bumped into me in the hallway."

"He just swept me off my feet, literally. He grabbed me and pulled me into an examining room and without hardly even saying hello, he pushed me down on his examining table and strapped me into it."

"No," Barbara Jean said, "not that disgusting gynecological examining thing, with your feet spread up in the air?"

"Yes," Betty said, scooting her buttocks toward the front of the couch and making more room for Barbara's hand, now inside her panties, and for her fingers, three of which were inside her pussy hole while her thumb drummed on her clitoris. "With my feet up in the air and my legs spread wide apart. He actually cut my panties off, Babs, with a big scary knife, then he took his pants off and made me suck his disgusting cock."

"Oh, how thrilling!" Barbara said, "tell me about his dick. What did it look like and taste like?"

"Well, it was about this big," Betty Sue said, measuring some eight inches in the air with her hands, "and gnarled-like. Not nearly as pretty as Johan's. At first it tasted awful, but after a while I… well, I think it started to taste good to me."

They both giggled, incestuous sisters about to embark upon yet another lesbian lovemaking session. "Did he eat you out?" Barbara asked.

"No, damn it, all he did was tease my pussy with his fingers, slicing them inside me and smoothing them all around, making me so hot I thought I'd die right there."

"Then, Babs, honestly, he started whipping me with his dick, just like it was a club, striking me on the face and cheeks, making me lick the end of it clean and swallow his juice."

"Then, finally, I thought I'd die, he stood between my legs and lowered the table until it was lined up right, then he just shoved his cock right into me. It was awful, just awful."

"And wonderful, I bet," Barbara said.

"Yes, that's right," Betty Sue said. "He did the most wicked things, pushing around inside me, shoving his dick in and out and from side to side, making me have an orgasm right away."

"And did he cum inside your pussy?" Barbara asked.

"I'll say," Betty said, "I thought he'd never stop cumming, there was so much of it! It squished, I could actually hear it, slurping out of my cunt and dripping all down his hairy old legs."

"I swear, Babs," she said, her panties now off her feet and her legs up over her sister's lap and parted, giving Barbara Jean complete access to her open-mouthed, frothing cuntal tissues, "it was the most disgusting and the most exciting thing that ever happened to me."

"God, Betty," her sister said, "you're turning me on just unbelievably, listening to you and playing with your pretty little clit like this, watching your pussy flower open right in my lap. I'd sure like to have the doctor slip his dick into my cunt. I'd wring it dry of cum in nothing flat."

"I just bet you would, Babs," Betty said. "I don't see how any cock's safe around you."

"Yeah, I know, isn't it awful?" Barbara Jean said and both sisters giggled conspiratorially.

"Oh, Babs," Betty said, lifting her hips slightly and opening her legs wider. "Do that some more, what you just did with my clit, and push all your fingers down inside me. Yes, oh, God! That's it! That's the spot! Shit! I think I'm going to cum, just from having you massage my pussy that way."

"Go ahead, dear," Barbara said, "get off. Go for it. Grab your cums where you can, I always say. Here, maybe I'll help if I just push like this and stroke your clitoris sideways."

"Jesus!" Betty Sue said, her hips snapping upward and flexing from side to side as her orgasm bit like a ton of bricks. "Christ! I'm there already! I'mm going to cum! Shitfuck! Oh, God,it feels so good, so good! Christ, I'mmm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Barbara looked right into her sister's spasming, juice filled cunt while she writhed through her orgasm, the first of many she would experience before the evening was over, knowing that she would get hers as well. When Betty's hips stopped fluttering, when her cuntal mouth stopped flexing open and closed around Barbara's slick, sliding fingers, Barbara pulled her hand out of her sister's cunt, and smelled it, holding her fingers under Betty's nose so she could smell the odor of her own cum as well.