Donna Allen: Their horny new mom

The older women knew that incest was abnormal and frowned on by society. But she only fantasized about it. She'd never think of actually doing it. Or would she?

She turned onto her belly and tried not to hear her sister-in-law moaning next door. She hated Marilyn. She hated her big tits and her long dark hair. She hated her round ass and her long shapely legs. But most of all she hated the way Paul looked at her and the way the boys looked at her when they thought no one was looking. All three looked at her like they wanted to devour her.

Before Paul met Marilyn, Denise had been the most important woman in his life. And in the boys' life too. Paul's wife had taken off shortly after Steve was born and Denise moved in and took over their upbringing. Now Marilyn was here and her place was usurped. It wasn't fair.

She pushed the pillow off her face. At least the moaning stopped. She listened, but there were no more sounds. Then she heard a toilet flush down the hall. She knew it was Marilyn. She was probably wiping away the traces of Paul's ism. Wiping it with toilet tissue and flushin it down the toilet. Denise sobbed deep in her throat. If she had the chance, she'd drink Paul's jism. She'd savor it on her tongue and lick it off his cock.

Denise had been married briefly when she was young. Her husband had deserted her after a few months. She'd never forgiven him or any man. Except for Paul. And of course the boys. She'd forgive the boys anything.

She thought about her older nephew, Mark. God, how she loved the boy! There was something so sweet and boyish about him. So adorably tender.

He was especially nice to her since Paul's marriage. It was almost as if he realized she felt discarded. For a young boy he was remarkably sensitive.

Her pussy throbbed and she couldn't resist putting her hand between her legs. She rubbed herself. Thinking about Mark made her excited. There was no doubt about that.

The next morning she stayed in bed late. She wanted everyone to be gone by the time she arose. She waited, until the house was quiet and then she slipped into a robe and slippers and went downstairs.

She found Mark in the kitchen. "Why aren't you in school?" she said as she poured herself some coffee.

"I didn't get my homework done." He grinned mischievously.

Denise hadn't slept well and now her fingers shook and she felt dizzy. She put the saucer down and hugged her robe closer to her. "I don't feel very well," she said. "I think I better go back to bed."

She returned to her bedroom. She broke out in a cold sweat and climbed into bed. She telephoned her office and said she wouldn't be in. Then she pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes.

Mark knocked on the door and when she told him to come in he placed her coffee on the table next to her. "I thought you might want this," he said.

"Thanks, darling." Her voice sounded weak, but she felt better.

She sat up and reached for the coffee. The boy began to leave the room, but she patted the bed next to her. "Don't go. Sit down and keep me company awhile."

"Do you want some breakfast?" he said. "No, just the coffee is fine." He sat down next to her and she took his hand. "I'm kind of glad you're here," she said.

"You're not mad?" He still looked to her for parenting. He didn't consider Marilyn his mother.

"I couldn't be mad at you," she said. She was naked under her robe and the blanket slipped down to reveal some of her cleavage. She had nice tits. Big tits. Not as big as Marilyn's, but nothing to be ashamed of.

She noticed the teenage boy staring at her cleavage. Her heart pounded. She clutched the neckline close and kissed his cheek. "I love you boys so much," she said.

"We love you too, Aunt Denise."

"I really shouldn't stay here." She sighed loudly.

"Why?"

"Because your father's married now, and I'm not needed anymore."

"You ought to get married yourself, Auntie," the boy said.

Denise felt depressed. Mark didn't tell her rightful place was here. He told her in essence to get out.

"Why should I get married," she said in a sharp voice. "I was married and it didn't work out. I don't want to get married again. If you want me out of here, just say so. All of you say so."

She burst out into wracking sobs and pulled the blanket over her head. She cried, long and loud, and the teenage boy tried to comfort her.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said, patting her arm through the blanket. "I don't want you to leave. I like having you here. Don't cry, Aunt Denise. I didn't mean it. Honest. You're like a mother to me."

She stopped crying as instantly as she started. She reached for a tissue and blew her nose. She wiped her eyes and took Mark's hand. "I feel better now," she said. "Sometimes a woman just needs a good cry."

The blanket fell back and her cleavage was exposed. Mark gazed at her tits and grinned. "You're just as pretty as Marilyn," he said. "You're real pretty, Auntie. Steve thinks so too."

"Yeah, and Dad thinks you're pretty too. He says you still have one of the best pairs around."

"Did your father say that to you?"

"Yeah, he sure did."

She tousled his hair. "I'm an old lady," she said. "I'll be forty in a few years."

"You don't look it."

"Oh, darling, you know just what to say." She kissed his hand and when he put it down it landed on her tits. He flinched and pulled it away. "I'm sorry, Aunt Denise," he said.

His fingers felt like a hot iron on her flesh. The horny woman leaned against the pillows and breathed deeply. She closed her eyes and fluttered her lashes. She had to control her emotions. She just had to!

Mark began to rise up, but she held on to his hand. "Don't go," she said. A rush of pleasure raged through her, starting with her tits and winding up in her groin. She felt her little pleasure-button pulsate and she giggled nervously. "Don't leave me alone, Mark," she said. "Not today."

Without thinking about it, she took his hand and deliberately placed it over her boobs. "See how fast my heart is beating?" she said. "You've excited me, darling. Did you know that?"

He cleared his throat, but his eyes widened. "No, I didn't know it, Auntie."

The blanket fell to the side and she was totally exposed now. As if in a dream, she untied the belt of her robe and let a tiny bit more of her bare boobs show.

"I'm so lonely, Mark," she said. "Hold me, darling. Please, hold me."

The boy moved closer and awkwardly put his arms around her. She clung to him and grabbed his hand, forcing it between her legs. She sighed when he touched her wet hairy slit.

After that she didn't have to instruct him. The boy did things with her fingers that took her breath away. His hand on her snatch, he leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue aver her tits.

Denise held her breath when he worked his lips down from her boobs to her belly. Her robe was open now and her entire naked body was revealed. When his mouth reached her cunt, she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth against it.

He picked his head up and gazed at her. She breathed deeply and then she watched as his lips moved closer to her overheated swamp. It had been so long since a man had sucked her pussy. She needed it so badly. She needed a hot young tongue sucking the horny folds of her cunt.

"Lick it, darling," she whispered. "Lick my pussy, darling."

The sob in her voice didn't escape the boy. He gently pushed her thighs apart and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he stared at her snatch.

She clutched her tits and let her legs fall open. She knew she made a wanton sight. She knew what she and her nephew were doing was wrong. But she couldn't stop and didn't want to stop.

Her cunt-bush glistened with juice and a steady oozing of pussy-cream gushed out of her hole. Mark stared at the gaping wound and hesitated.