Grace Wilkinson - Aunt Dorothy book II

This woman who had haunted his dreams for so many nights was actually here in his bedroom, of her own accord… it seemed too much to ask for… and yet it was true! The times at the shack that he and Lee had conspired to get both Daddy and Aunt Dot at separate times, didn't seem to count for much… it had all been trickery… and coercion…what counted now was… this night! He knew that it would be the most important of his life… but his head swam as he tried to comprehend the full impact of Aunt Dot sitting there on his bed.

"I… I wanted to talk to you couldn't sleep…" she said slowly.

Her words were slow and her voice slightly blurry, and it occurred to Joe that she might be sleeping… sleep walking!! His entire body was covered with a light down of perspiration now as he returned her gaze. He couldn't help letting his eyes slip down to the area of her ample bosom, where beneath her peignoir he could see two slightly darker spots where her taut nipples stood out proudly. He would hear the sound of his own heart pumping madly in his chest. There was a rustly sound and as Aunt Dot adjusted her weight on the bed, she cleared her throat. Joe thought he was going to break out into tears if something didn't happen soon. This waiting was driving him crazy!

"Aunt Dot!" he finally said, his voice breaking, as he lifted his arms to her.

Dorothy sobbed and embraced him, falling down across him on the bed, her soft warm breasts pushing against his young chest, as she covered his face with kisses. "Darling…" she said. "You mustn't call me Aunt Dot anymore… We're all one family now… I… I'd like it better if you called me mother!"

Joe was a bit taken aback, smothered as he was beneath her warm embraces. His mind quickly tried to focus on the woman he had once considered as his own mother, but already her memory was faded. It was true, he thought, Aunt Dot was now his father's wife, and since she was his very own mother's sister… wasn't she as close as being his mother as any woman could get?

The idea thrilled him, and now as his lips boldly sought hers out, he muttered, "Yes, Mother… oh yes!"

"You're not ashamed, are you Joe!?" Dorothy asked. Her tongue slipped wetly over Joe's half parted lips as she spoke, and Joe's fingers began to move up and down her back. He was entranced by her proximity… the sweetness of her breath was like honeysuckle, her body seemed large and all encompassing. "Because, you mustn't be ashamed… Joe, not of anything! I spent too many years being ashamed, and now I know that it's wrong… very wrong! You must let your true feelings show!"

"Yes, Mother," Joe responded. He was all for that… Her lips touched his again, softly at first, and Joe felt himself tingling all over… Her tongue reached far back into his mouth, and his tongue rose up into hers, mingling inside in a long tortuously defined mock battle. Below, his cock jerked upward beneath his nightshirt, and he could feel it tingling with lust. There were no more thoughts in his head only the weight of her breasts on his chest, the taste of her tongue in his mouth. Mother… he thought, Mother!

Astonishment and joy mingled in his body, and his searching hands roamed around to her sides, moving toward the large firm mounds of the older woman's breasts. Her kiss was devouring him, and he sucked wildly upon her tongue hearing the loud wet sounds filling the room.

"I know you want me too, Joe…" she was whispering into his ear. And now his hands were touching her breasts! They were soft yet exquisitely molded and Joe began to give his hands free play between them and molding them in his hands, toying lengthily with the hardened tips, rolling them, budlike beneath his fingers. His hands were stuffed beneath the folds of her gown, hidden inside, rummaging deliciously in the privacy of her bosom. His penis stood rocklike and stiff and Joe groaned. A long low ecstatic groan that was echoed by his mother.

Dorothy sighed and held onto her young son. She was surrendering herself to him entirely, and inside she felt peaceful and calm. For the first time in her life, she felt she was doing something totally right… no matter what anyone thought.

"Oh, Joe, my darling boy," she sighed, "I'm going to teach you everything… everything!"

Joe felt her breasts tremble beneath his hot touches, and he knew that she was about to remove her clothes. He began to help her… timidly at first, and then with enthusiasm. The lamp in his room emitted a low toned light that gave his mother's body a hazy appearance, as though she had been painted, or sculpted by a great impressionistic master. Joe held his breath as her peignoir slipped from her shoulders… revealing their white planes to his delighted gaze. Her breasts were like miraculous feats of engineering, so large, and yet standing out so far. She sat proudly beside him, and noticing his fixed stare, she said, "Shall we start with my breasts little darling… Yes… please please touch them again… this time I will supervise everything…" Her eyes were half closed in anticipation of his touch… and Joe hungrily reached forward toward the golden, pink tipped orbs. Each hand held a firm rubber nipple, and as Dorothy said, "Now squeeze… squeeze gently…" he did as he was told.

"Oooooh… yeeessss!" she cried, "Now turn… twist every so… yes, just like that… How fast you learn!"

Her nipples had turned to stone beneath his fingers and she was quivering all over, her gown had fallen down around her hips and in front Joe could see his mother's belly button… a soft deep indentation in the midst of her gently curved stomach.

"Oh… you feeel… wonderful!" Joe spoke… then he added, "Mother!" The word still did not come easily to his tongue, and when he said it it did all kinds of crazy things to him inside. His hands slipped down to her waist and he tried to draw her forward… she bent gracefully and her large protruding breasts brushed directly into his face. "Would you like to suck them, Joe?" Dorothy sighed, "Yes, suck them, go ahead… go ahead!" She wriggled them into his burning face, and the silken flesh caused streaks of desire. He thought he would pass out from the fabulous sensation of her bosom almost smothering him… her perfumed flesh, and now her taut nipples poking into his opening mouth! His loins closed gently around the offered button of sensuality, and automatically he began to suck, suck with all his might! He had never known such joy…!!!! Such utter bliss! There was something about it… something that he could not quite fathom, that at once soothed and inflamed him, satisfied and made him hungry for more!

"Yessssss! ooooooooh yesssssss!" Dorothy cooed, and then she added softly to herself, "just like you did when you were a baby… just like that my little darling!"

As he continued to suck thirstily, Dorothy crooned his name and moaned soft encouragements to him, until finally she pushed his head gently away. "Ooo no more now little love… oh… I must get in beside you… What you have done to me!"

Gasping to catch her breath, she stood up and peeled away the remainder of her gown, and Joe saw the golden honeyed triangle of her pussy, softly hairy, sweetly curved, nestled between the two pillars of her statuesque thighs! Then she was climbing in beside him, taking up most of the bed so that there was only a little place left for him… He clung in desperation, in a paroxysm of desire that caused both of them to cry out with the strength of their emotions.

Almost instantly, Joe felt his mother's hand reaching along his chest, along his belly… and then it was gripping his excitedly erect penis, clutching it hard so that Joe thought it might break in two! An acute stab of lust shot through him and his body tensed and shook with desire. "Oh, God…!" he cried, as she began stroking softly. "What a wonderful cock you have… Oh Joe it's just wonderful… so big for your age and when you get to be a man…" her words trailed off and Joe wondered what she was going to say.