Randy Howard: More than an aunt

"Oh! Oh, Shit! Shit! Suck… me!"

Nancy was sucking her, although until this moment her only sexual dreams had been of cocks – of young cocks, Rolf's cock, the cocks of the boys in Rolf's gang. Frenzied with lust, she stabbed her tongue deep into the girl's passage, dragging out her juices as she stabbed herself again and again with the boy's cock. Her nose pushed through the top of the slit, her tongue slamming across the clit and twisting it back and forth as Kathy continued to scream, the only one who could scream.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, God! God! Suck… me… God!"

Yes! Yes! Nancy wanted to cry out with her, but she wouldn't turn away from this wonderful steaming sexual oven, Kathy's heat combining with her own to raise the temperature of her blood to the boiling point. She was aware of the nearly naked teen beneath her, of key's fingers tweaking and twisting her nipples; she was more aware of his throbbing cock as, teen called on his last reserves of strength and fucked up against her as the teacher fell down against his body; she was most aware of the fevered heat coursing throughout her own body as her organs responded to the stimulation of a real cock – not a dream, or a dildo, or a vibrator!

"Ohhh, Yes! Yessssss! Suck! Suck! Suck!"

Joey thrust against the woman, throwing Nancy into the air as his asscheeks came up from the sofa, to fall again with a loud slap. God! She was teaching him – she was teaching him things he had never dreamed of! God!

Kathy dug her nails through Nancy's hair, into the woman's scalp, trying to drag her closer against her cunt. She twisted and turned, torturing the teen beneath her as she spilled her juices out over Joey's neck, his shoulders. Nancy was exploding herself, the boy's groin and belly soaked with the stuff beaten out around the shape of his cock. And now he was boiling over, his burning testicles working with his aching prostate to spill one more impossible time, his cock slamming up, his ass staying in the air as his feet came back beneath his knees, making a platform that threw the woman up, threw her forward.

"Jesus!" Kathy was falling back, scrabbling for her hold as Joey twisted and pushed beneath her.

"Jesussssss!"

She fell away, Nancy gasping for breath as she lost the girl's cunt, sliding down the slope of Joey's body as the teen screamed.

"Comin'! Cominnnggggg!"

Three days later Nancy was heading south on the turnpike, a warm glow spreading through her cunt as she thought of the wonderful fucking session with the children. God! Her hand dropped into her lap, rubbing across her crotch… why had she waited so long! For damn sure it wouldn't be another eighteen years before cock was dipping into her pussy!

The sudden blast of an airhorn brought her back to an awareness of where she was. She swung back over the painted line, giving the truck driver the finger as he roared past, his face contorted with shouted but unheard curses. Swallowing sudden fright, Nancy eased off on the accelerator dropped the car's speed to a safe fifty-five.

Her appearance had changed in those three days: gone were the frumpy clothes, the unstylish hairdo, even the armor of her underclothing. Her bank account was substantially lighter, but she had cleaned her closets of the outmoded things of yesterday. She wore a stylish dress, her tits moving free beneath the slippery fabric. She sighed as the cloth caressed her nipples, erecting them, bringing the glow back to her cunt…

No! Pay attention, you stupid cunt! Watch what you're doing, or you'll be on your way to a funeral, instead of on your way to Laraine's to ten glorious days of spring vacation with her son! Not that Billy knew he was hers, but just being with him was enough to make Nancy happy.

And she was happier now knowing she would have the children all to herself for the next ten days! Laraine had called that evening, after the fucking session with Joey and Kathy, to say she had a chance to go with Jim, her husband, to an engineer's convention in San Francisco. With Nancy available that week, would she mind watching all of the kids?

Most certainly not! Nancy was delighted to be of service to her sister. In just about thirty minutes she would reach the old farm that was their home – in fact, this exit coming up was hers.

She wound the car off the turnpike and paid her toll, then picked her way through the succession of small villages lining the super highway. Jim and Laraine didn't farm their place, although they had over one hundred acres. His office was twenty miles away, in the nearest small city.

As Nancy threaded her way through the country traffic she sang a happy song. This was her first trip to the farm since Christmas vacation – her first sight of her son in almost four months. Laraine said Billy was growing like a weed, as tall as his cousin, Ben, although the twins were a full year older.

Suitcases were sitting on the porch of the rambling old farmhouse when Nancy pulled into the drive. The door banged open and Bobby came running out, taking the steps in a leap to throw his arms around her before she got her own suitcase out of the car.

"Hi, Aunt Nancy!"

"Hi, yourself!" She laughed. "Here, Tiger – make yourself useful."

"Sure."

The boy gabbed the suitcase, hurried toward the house, Nancy following. She eyed Bobby's ass, surprised at how attractive the teenager had grown. Or were his good looks always there, but just now apparent to her, after her experience with Joey and Kathy?

Good God! She blushed – she was wondering how big Bobby's cock was hard! Christ. Nancy decided, studying his rangy frame. All of the males in Jim's line were tall. Before she had a chance to speculate further, the door opened again and the twins, Ben and Bonnie, came out.

"Hi, Aunt Nancy!" they cried.

"Hi, yourselves." Nancy hugged them as she came up onto the porch. "Where's Billy?"

"Oh, he's helping Mom and Dad," said Bonnie, glancing away. There was something strange in the girl's look. Bonnie was as attractive as her brothers were were, small breasts already formed beneath her T-shirt.

"Somebody take our names in vain?"

Jim came down the stain, just in front of his wife. Billy followed with another suitcase. Jim kissed his sister-in-law, and then the sisters embraced.

"You're a dear, Nancy," said Laraine. "God, I hate to say hi and run, but we have to make our plane."

"You know I'm delighted to do it," said Nancy. "Have fun, both of you. And don't worry about a thing – we can handle everything here."

With that they were gone, in a confusion of goodbye hugs and kisses. Bobby took Nancy's suitcase up to the guestroom, and she hurried through her unpacking, arranging all of the new clothes in the proper places. Laraine hadn't even noticed the change…

"Need help?"

Ben lounged in the doorway. Like his younger brother, he was gangly, rawboned. Billy was more compactly built, although he matched Ben in height. He must have outweighed his cousin by twenty pounds or more.

Seeing him, Nancy's thoughts had flashed back to that night so many years ago when he was planted in her womb. Now he was the image of Rolf… and one of the most beautiful boys she had ever seen. And during these six years of teaching she had seen hundreds, and thousands more pass through the corridors and the playground.

Now Nancy looked at her nephew Ben – saw the boy's eyes resting on her tits. His stare seemed to burn twin holes into her nipples, outlined against the sheer fabric.

"Uh…" Nancy blushed. "No, thanks. Everything's squared away. Where are the others?"

"Oh, outside," he said nonchalantly. Ben's fist was in his pocket, his fingers working – and now Nancy saw why as her eyes swept across his crotch. His cock was straining at the fabric of his jeans – a long, lean cock. The boy was sweating.