Grace Wilkinson: Aunt Dorothy book II

She had sat at her dressing table, the new one that Art had bought for her as a wedding present… He had had the entire house re-furnished so that there would be no traces of his dead wife there. Betty had been Dorothy's older sister, and it still pained her sometimes to realize that it was she who was taking her sister's place in Art's affections. And yet, at other times it seemed entirely fitting and somehow right… and she felt closer to her sister in some mysterious way… Now living in this house, so familiar to her once, but only as a friendly family visitor… it was funny to realize that it was her house now… her's and Art's. The best part about everything though, was that she was reunited with her own son! Joe, the boy she had given up long ago to her sister and Art… when, just 16, and unmarried she'd had no one else to turn to! It had been hard letting him think all this time that she was just his Aunt Dot, when in reality she was his real mother! But now she would be able to treat him like a son, be constantly near him, love him, care for him! As she brushed her hair long and hard, Dorothy knew that she was going to go down the hall to Joe's room… she just had to! She had promised herself that after that one mad sensual night with the children, she would never never do it again… but her body's memory was stronger than her will, and there was something so overwhelmingly comforting about him… something she needed badly, that only her little boy could satisfy.

So slowly, she got up putting on the new pink and white negligee that formed part of her trousseau, and with a last glance at her sleeping husband, she left the bedroom.

She could see that Joe's light was on, from the soft yellow beam that slid from beneath his door jamb. Suddenly losing courage, she drew her silken folds of her gown around her and headed toward the kitchen. Once there she poured herself a small glass of brandy, and feeling the warm burning liquid trace a path down her throat to her belly, she realized that there was nothing for her to do but go to Joe right away. She would just go and talk with him, that would be all, and then later she would go back to her new husband… so different from that hideous Nick.

Sometimes she wondered how she could have possibly ever married him. She shivered… such a horrid man! And yet when she had married him, she had been the envy of every young matron in Philadelphia… the wealthy Nick Rogers… and she had somehow managed to snag him. It had been a great surprise to her when he had been unwilling to accept her son into their household… before the wedding he had told her it would be fine to have Joe come live with them… to have the then 7 year old boy finally know who his real mother was. But once married, it had been a different story… and Joe had continued to live with Art and Betty as their son.

Dorothy had never been able to quite forgive Nick that deception, and even now she blamed him for the strange desire to possess her own son sexually that wracked her luscious body. Pouring another shot of brandy, Dorothy drank it down quickly and started once more toward Joe's bedroom. She wondered just when she would have the nerve to tell him she was really his mother!

Joe lay in bed reading the exciting book that he had borrowed from his sister.

"He pulled her legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smooth, gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs and his penis slipped even further down into the slanting shaft of her flaming pussy."

"Jeez," he said. His young cock quivered beneath the sheet, and he couldn't help thinking of Aunt Dot… What was she doing in there with Daddy now he wondered! He hadn't been able to go to sleep for thinking of Aunt Dot and his father making love together… when it should have been him! He just couldn't help thinking that although he knew that his father was very happy with his new wife, and he also knew that Aunt Dot was also in love with his father, he couldn't help but want her all for himself. But that was silly he knew… that was impossible! And yet, hadn't he and Lee manipulated and schemed so that at least they would all be in the same house! Yes, Lee wanted Daddy in just the same way that he wanted Aunt Dot, and that all too short meeting at the shack hadn't been enough for either of them. They had tricked Dad into coming under the pretext that they had those photographs of him and Dot making love… but Dad had never seen who they were. Whereas Dorothy knew… she knew and had writhed beneath their combined touches… his and his sisters… She had loved it! They both knew that she had been drinking heavily that night and that her nerves had been just about at the breaking point… but still… she had loved it! There was no getting away from that fact. And Joe knew that even though she had refused to even mention the event again… that she often thought of it… Probably often remembered the feel of his hot young cock in her vagina! he bet!

As for him… he certainly remembered! He turned the page of his book and let one hand slip beneath the covers to fondle his raging erection. Pulling his foreskin down all the way, he began a steady up and down motion that made his flesh break-out in goosepimples as thrills of delight traversed his 14 year old body. Soon he put the book down, and began to concentrate more fully on the pleasure that mounted from his hard rock penis. He felt confused and anxious and his boyish features were contorted from the frantic efforts of his flying fingers over his cock. The lewd sound of his closed fist slapping against his belly beneath his long nightshirt emanated from the covers.

It was then that Aunt Dorothy knocked at the door.

"C… come in!" Joe said, rapidly stopping his illicit activity beneath the sheets. But his heart was pounding hard… because somehow he knew who it was at the door. He knew it couldn't be anyone but aunt Dot!

His sister Lee never knocked, and his father just never came to their rooms. The only other person in the house was Aunt Dot! He watched from his bed as the door slowly opened and then, he gasped as he saw her. She was wearing the most beautiful gown… a soft pink and white frilly thing, that was sheer enough to give more than a hint of her beautiful body beneath its voluminous folds. Her soft blonde hair glowed from all the brushing she had given it and it hung to her shoulders, framing the almost translucent creamy skin of her face.

"Hello, Joe," she said quietly, closing the door behind her.

"Aunt Dot… you came!" Joe said. He wanted to leap up to greet her, but he felt unaccountably shy, and decided to remain where he was. Dorothy slowly approached the young boy's bed, until she was standing right beside it. Then she sat down as Joe moved over to make room for her beside him. He could smell the wonderful familiar scent of her perfume, and now he could hardly breath from the excitement that he felt in her presence. He had never failed to feel this same way, only somewhat less intense… whenever he'd been near her. Even years ago as a small boy, even when his mother was alive, he always felt this special thing about Aunt Dot… And now as he looked into her deep blue eyes, he realized that she too felt the same way about him. It was very mysterious, very puzzling, but the feeling was undeniable!

"Yes… I came…" she replied belatedly. "I… I had to."

"Is Dad… I mean is Daddy sleeping…?" Joe asked… he was embarrassed about his former thoughts of their lovemaking from all that Lee had described to him about the one time she spied on Aunt Dot and Daddy making love… it was quite a sight. He wondered vaguely now as he examined the older woman's beautiful face, how it had looked when his father was fucking her!!! He lay there trembling, his whole body and mind in an uproar of emotion. He felt strangely overheated beneath his covers, and abruptly he threw them back. Aunt Dot wasn't talking… she had only nodded in reply to his question, and now she was just looking at him. There seemed to emanate from her eyes some kind of magic beam, just like in some comic books he'd read… and the more she looked at him, the more he felt completely in her control!