Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

He gazed at her insolently. Denise cringed. She felt like a little girl for a moment. She cleared her throat and put her robe down on the bed.

"Come here and kiss me goodbye," she said, taking the boy into her arms.

"Aw, Aunt Denise, you're not going anywhere," he snickered.

She held him tightly against her breast. "But I'm going to be married," she said, stroking his hair. "It won't be the same."

"You mean you won't let me fuck you anymore?"

"Sssshhhhhh!" she said. "Never mention that!"

"But, Auntie."

"Don't talk about it!" she said. "That's in the past." She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest. She kissed him on the lips and dabbed her tongue over his mouth. "Let's both forget it," she said, the words tumbling out as she covered his face with kisses. "It's in the past and the past doesn't exist. Only the present exists. Oh, darling, only the present!"

She plunged her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his. They stood eyeball to eyeball and he hugged her to him. "I won't talk about it, Auntie," he said. "I'll never talk about it."

She reached down and felt for his hard-on. "You're all excited," she said. "You've got a hard-on for your aunt!"

He flushed crimson. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Maybe we'll have one more little tiny fuck and suck," she said, sinking to her knees and pressing her hot cheek against his fly.

He stood with his arms hanging limply at his sides. "That's okay with me," he said.

She tugged his zipper down and reached inside his fly. She felt his cock and balls and then rose up again. "Kiss me," she said and their lips met again in a hot french kiss.

They sat down on the bed and in a moment the boy's hand was up her skirt. "Are we gonna fuck?" the teenager said.

"Touch me!" she said.

"Where?"

"My cunt! Touch my cunt!"

She was wild with desire. She had remained celibate for two weeks. She hadn't let Harold fuck her. She wanted to be pure and virginal for her wedding night. She knew she couldn't replace her cherry, but she wanted to pretend she was getting laid for the first time. Harold didn't mind. He was a thoughtful and inventive lover. Always full of surprises.

She took Mark's hand and directed it to her gash. She moved it inside her panties and he stroked her wet succulent slit. "That's nice, darling," she said. "Keep touching Auntie there. It feels so good."

The boy glanced around the room as he caressed her. He seemed almost bored. Denise began pumping his prick. His eyes glittered when she pumped him.

"Will you take it in your mouth?" he said.

She decided to tease him. "I don't know. Do you think you deserve it?"

He grinned boyishly. "Sure."

"I'm not so sure," she said. "You were arguing with your brother."

"He's a turd."

"Now, now, that's not the way to talk about your brother."

"Well, he is." His face tightened as she rubbed the juice oozing out of his piss-slit over his cockhead.

"Oh, dear, I'm going to miss our little sessions," she said.

"Why can't we fuck anymore?"

"Because I'm going to be married," she said.

"So what," Mark said. "Mom's married and she fucks me all the time."

"You love your mother, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah, she's neat."

"Does your father know about your relationship?"

"Huh?"

"Your relationship with your mother?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Denise became impatient as her fingers flew up and down his dick. "Does your father know you're fucking your step-mother?"

"Shit, no!"

"That's deception," she said.

"Aw, Auntie."

"Who gives better head? Your mother or me?"

The boy sat and thought. Denise squeezed his dick-root. "You're both good," he said.

She grabbed his balls and squeezed them brutally. "Who's better?"

"Hey, Auntie, you're hurting me!" She released her grip on his nuts. "Then tell me. Who sucks your sweet little cock better?" Her eyes were wild and Mark thought she might be freaking out.

"You do," he muttered.

"You're lying!"

"Well, you made me say something."

"I want the truth!"

"I said the truth. You're both good." She squeezed his prick and pumped it rapidly. "One of us is better!" she hissed. "Which one?"

"Are you gonna stop what you're doing if I tell you?"

"No, of course not," she said in a sweet voice. She bent over and swiped the tip of her tongue over his pisser. "I wouldn't think of being punitive."

"Huh?"

"Whatever. Now, tell me."

"Well, Marilyn takes it in real deep."

"Deeper than me?" Denise stopped pumping him. Her eyes were wide with and filled with tears.

Mark saw the expression on his aunt's face and thought quickly. "I don't like when she does that. It's no good when it goes in too deep."

Denise threw her head back and giggled deep in her throat. "Wonderful!" she said. "Wonderful!" She rubbed her moist lower lip over his cockshaft and then stopped abruptly.

"What're you gonna do now?" the bewildered teenager said.

Denise stood up on the bed and lewdly spread her legs. She finished undressing and swayed back and forth, holding her tits and pushing her ass in the boy's face.

"Not bad for a woman my age?" she said. She bent over and wiggled her tits.

Mark's cock was painful. He was so turned on he thought he might shoot off and humiliate himself. He stared at his aunt's naked body and wondered if she was crazy. He and Steve talked about Denise a lot and the younger boy was convinced their aunt was bankers. Still, they loved her and she did have terrific tits.

"You're beautiful, Aunt Denise," he said in a hushed voice.

"You like when we fuck, don't you, darling?" she said.

"I love it."

She crouched down in front of him and lifted one tit to his face. He started to head down and take it in his mouth, but she pulled it away.

"Not so fast, young man," she said. Her legs were spread and her raunchy-looking pussy was totally exposed.

Mark's eyes kept moving to the gash between her legs. His prick ached. He wanted to run out of the room and jerk off, but he didn't know how to do it. If he left, Denise might be angry.

She flopped onto her belly and closed her fingers around his throbbing prick. She pulled it toward her lips and licked it slowly. She licked up and down his shaft and over his cockhead. She lingered on the sensitive spot under his knob. Finally she opened her jaws wide, smiled at the boy and fastened her lips around the scarlet head of his dick.

He closed his eyes and groaned when she tightened her lips around the crown. She moved his prick from one cheek to the other, letting it bathe in her saliva.

Mark's face was flushed and he was smiling. His lips were parted and he licked them again and again. She moved one finger into his asscrease and the smile disappeared from his face when she stabbed it into his asshole. "Oh, shit!" he groaned.

"No good?" Denise crooned. "Yeah, it's good," he said in a tight voice. She opened her jaws wider and inhaled his entire fuckpole. She took him all the way into her throat and swallowed. She held his cockroot and his balls nudged her face. And she became aware of someone else in the room.

"Me too, Auntie," Steve said suddenly and Denise spit Mark's cock out and turned to the younger boy.

"When did you walk in?" she said. "And far God's sake, close the door!"

"I heard you yelling before," the boy said, slamming the door shut.

"You fuck-face!" Mark said. "Get the fuck out!"

"He can stay," Denise said. "Sit there and keep still for a moment while I finish with your brother."

The boy did as he was told and Denise concentrated on her older nephew. She was happy Steve had joined them. Now she could have one final fling with both teenagers.

She turned her attention back to Mark. Fastening her lips to his cock, she suctioned it into her mouth and felt it lurch around. The boy grunted as the first spray of jizz splashed into her throat.