Donna Allen: Auntie_s incest urge

At the final instant she was suddenly in the grip of her climax.

Her cunt spasmed, contracting on his cock as he continued pumping. He spurted hot jism into the depths of her fuck hole. Her ass heaved off the bed as she attempted to swallow his cock with her cunt. They finally collapsed on the bed exhausted.

The next day Martha found it hard to believe that she had actually gone to a place called the Blue Horse Lounge and picked up a man. Had it really happened? Had a guy named Roy really tied her down on a bed? It seemed like a dream!

She wandered around the rambling house, thinking about the events of the evening before. The house seemed unnaturally quiet. Then she realized everyone must have gone into town.

Everyone was out except Ricky. When she passed his room, she noticed his door was open. Glancing inside, she saw her nephew lying on his bed covered with a sheet.

He was awake. He looked at her and smiled. "It's ten o'clock," Martha said. "Don't you think you ought to get out of bed?"

He stretched and yawned and mumbled something about being lazy. Martha blushed when she noticed the tenting of the sheet over the area of his crotch. The boy had a hard-on!

She knew she ought to leave, but the knowledge of his hard prick throbbing there under the sheet so close to her held her like a magnet.

She chatted with him for a full five minutes. Suddenly she realized that he was aware she had noticed his hard-on.

She imagined him without clothes. Her mind rebelled at the idea. Thinking about Ricky that way was incestuous! She couldn't help thinking about his cock, however, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She soon realized there was no way to avoid giving in to her impulses.

I'm a sinful slut! She thought. I'll pay for this in hell!

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she glanced once again at the outline of his erect cock under the sheet and then at his face.

"Is that what I think it is?" she said. He blushed. "I can't help it, Aunt Martha!" She was surprised to notice that his eyes weren't that innocent, but teenagers weren't innocent these days.

"Is it me?" she asked. "Am I responsible for that?"

He mumbled an answer as she trailed her fingers down over his chest. After tickling his belly a moment, she put her hand directly on the outline of his cock. Fisting his cock shaft, she squeezed him once and let him go.

I can't help it! She thought. Ten years of loneliness had taken its toll. She had reached a point in her life where she could no longer resist her impulses.

She knew that what she was about to do was a terrible sin, but it no longer mattered to her. The only thing that mattered was the twitching cry of her hungry cunt.

Rising to her feet, she began undressing. "Promise me you'll keep this a secret," she said.

His face was flushed, but the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

"I promise," he said.

She undressed slowly, teasing him by revealing her body in stages. When her bra came off, she saw the appreciation in his eyes as he ogled her tits. She wondered how much experience he had.

As she slipped her panties off, she leaned forward so that her full tits dangled with their weight.

"Not a word of this to anyone!" she hissed. "I won't say anything," he croaked. "Don't worry!"

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No," he said.

She didn't know whether to be thankful about that. At least she wouldn't be totally responsible for corrupting him. On the other hand, how sweet it would be to initiate a boy his age!

She shivered as he gazed at her naked body. Climbing onto the bed, she slipped under the sheet beside him. She put her hand on his belly and ran her fingertips over his flesh.

A moment later they turned to face each other and he was in her arms. She wondered if this was some strange dream. Was she actually there in the bed with her nephew? Did she actually have a teenage boy in her arms? A boy with a hard cock pressing against her belly?

She fluttered her fingertips down to his crotch. Tickling his cock hair, she finally touched his prick. His cock was as rigid as a bar of iron. She ran her fingers lightly along his cock shaft and touched the velvety skin of his cock head.

"Kiss me!" she breathed.

She moaned under his lips. Being under a sheet like this with him was terribly erotic for her. She had never really slept with a man, not under a sheet like this. There was lazy, tender warmth about it that overwhelmed her.

She squeezed his cock in her fingers. She could smell herself now. The scent of her wet pussy wafted up to her nostrils. Her pussy was flooded. She could feel the thick cunt juice oozing out of her cunt hole to wet her crotch.

She began stroking his prick, moving her fingers from his balls up to his cock head and back to his balls again.

"Jesus!" he groaned.

"Do you like that?" she cooed. "Do you like the way I touch your cock?"

"Christ, yes!" he said.

She realized now that the difference in their ages meant that she was in control of things. She would be able to enjoy herself and at the same time not be fearful.

Moving down on the bed under the sheet, she began kissing his body. She ran her lips over his chest and then over his heaving belly.

His cock throbbed in her hand.

She ran her fingertips over his velvety cock head. She pinched the tip of his cock head to get some juice out of his piss hole and then she smeared it around over his knob.

She cradled his cock in her hand. His long thick cock shaft throbbed on her palm.

Moving her face closer now, she swabbed her tongue over his pulsating cock head.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

She thrilled at the pleasure she was giving him. She licked him again, running her tongue around over the rim of his knob and down his cock shaft to his balls. Smelling and tasting his flesh, she nibbled at the soft skin of his prick.

She drooled bathing him in her spit. She rubbed her lips up and down his cock shaft, massaging his throbbing prick. Holding his cock shaft lightly in her fingers, she gently pumped him, jerking him with a slow rhythm.

She loved the way her saliva made his flesh so soft and slippery. Her heart pounded as she fondled and caressed the boy's rampant cock.

Moving her mouth up to his cock head again, she wrapped her lips over his knob and sucked. She was embarrassed at first at the slurping noises she made. Then she realized it didn't matter.

She let the hot saliva spill out of her mouth to wash over his cock and balls. She teased and massaged the sensitive skin behind his cock head.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he moaned.

Gobbling him now, she took his cock deep in her mouth, the ring of her lips moving down his cock shaft. His cock head scraped against the roof of her mouth and then jabbed at the back of her throat. The spongy knob felt huge. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock.

His ass worked against the bed as he squirmed under her face. She bobbed her head up and down, gluttonously sucking on his meat. Her lips slipped back and forth like a glove over his spit-soaked slippery cock.

She thrilled each time his cock head jabbed at her tonsils. His breathing was ragged now. She wondered if any of his girlfriends had ever sucked him off like this.

She was making up for all the years she'd been deprived of cock. I'm a cock sucker! She thought. I'm giving a boy head! I'm sucking off my nephew!

God, he was big now! His cock seemed huge in her mouth. She used her fingers to pump him gently to keep him as hard as iron while she sucked ravenously on the spongy meat of his cock head.

His crotch was soaked with her saliva. She loved the slippery feel of her warm spit. Her cunt throbbed and tingled with anticipation. Soon she would have his cock inside her. She would have his throbbing prick reaming out her tender pussy.