Grace Wilkinson - Aunt Dorothy book II

Dorothy was remembering what Joe's father had been like… his real father… that stranger passing through town… who had just quickly passed out of town when he learned that little 16 year old Dorothy was pregnant… She remembered his body… and found echoes of it in her son… Yes, he would be like his father, in build at least when he was a grown man. The thought was exciting, especially since she could recall with minute detail the marvelous sensations she had known with the wanderer.

"Where… where is your hand…?!" she asked haltingly. Without releasing his swollen penis, she found his fingers with her other hand and brought them down her belly. She moved them swiftly to the soft, hairlined lips of her pussy, where she longed to feel him touch her. His fingers encountered first satiny hairs, then the delicate moist split that separated them, then he was plunging into a complete world of utter oblivion… his fingers insinuating themselves between the wetness of tiny furrows, the upright pinprick of his mother's clitoris, the swollen labia, aching for assuagement!

"Oh, oh mother!!" Joe cried out as his fingers slipped into the heated moisture of his mother's hotly quivering cunt. "Ooooh that's it Joe… now a little to the right… up a bit… Oh ah! Mmmmmm! ooooooooh Joe… Joooooooooe!"

The sound of her voice, and the way her wonderful white, body responded to his fingerfucking was enough to send him into an ecstatic trance. Her breasts billowed against his chest, bobbing sometimes all the way up to his chin, and with his free hand he sought to encompass some of their bulk… her tender kisses upon his face made his cheeks glisten with wetness. He never wanted this divine sensation to stop! Then suddenly she was gripping his hard young fourteen year old cock tighter, and stopping his hand. "Ooooh, ooh Joe… stop… stop… I… I must feel your cock inside me… inside!"

Not wanting to lose one precious instant, Dorothy pulled the young boy over onto her, and felt him fall heavily against her nude body. His stiff cock slapped against her stomach, and she could feel the softness of his testicles below nudging at the top of her trembling pubic vee. Hurriedly, she made him understand without speaking, that she wanted him to remove his nightshirt, and she began to pull it off over his head. Soon he lay completely naked upon her voluptuously curved body, and once more her hand was on his genitals! Moving his foreskin back and forth… back and forth… Joe thought he was going to climax right there in her hand, right again her stomach. But he realized that she was pushing him downward, and wriggling up herself… She was placing his young penis at the entrance to her waiting pussy! "Yeeeeees, yesssssss… come on little Joe… my darling… come on!"

Joe wanted to make love to her the way no other man had… to even erase the memory of the honeymoon night she had just known… just a few doors away from his bedroom! A swift jealousy swept over him as he thought of it now, and as he felt her placing his cock against the softly giving wetness between her spread legs, he relinquished some of his previous passivity and growling, pushed hard into her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Joooooooooey!" Dorothy wailed as his hard young cock sped unexpectedly sudden up into her vagina… pushing back the soft tight folds of her pink flowering pussy, rising fast up into the depths of her tender split. The wet lips of her cunt trembled and tightened around his advancing rod, and she felt herself growing wetter still as he entered her, powerfully almost harshly! "Oooooh darling!" she cried out, "oh, my dear God!"

His mother's inner juices surrounded his smooth hard throbbing cock, and he felt her entire pelvis tilt upward to accept his entry… she was sucking him inside with her cunt muscles, pulling him deeper and deeper… This one moment seemed to make life worth living… Just this and nothing else in the world mattered. He was fucking her… fucking her hard!

"Oh my son… my son!" Dorothy cried out, as she began to lewdly gyrate up against him, feeling his prick driving swiftly now in and out of her lust maddened pussy. Urgently his young penis struck hard against her cervix… the very womb from which he had come! Again and again he pushed into her, moving up, pushing and pulling, grabbing hard onto her big breasts, burrowing his head into them, kissing them, sucking them, while he fucked gloriously higher, totally beyond reach, attaining the dizzying heights of incestuous passion.

She screamed beneath him and winced with delight, and perspiration flowed in rivulets between their wildly smacking bodies, making Joe slide about upon her, increasing the extent of the sensations each was feeling. "Ooooh JOE… fuck me… yes fuck me harder… harder… Oh I love it I love it Joe Joe Joe!!" He was driving his young cock into her so hard now that he bounced up off of her body each time he slid back out, only to plunge himself back in, falling with all his weight upon her, like on some splendid surrealistically erotic trampoline!

Dorothy moved in time with the boy, in a total frenzy of sexual excitement that used every sinew and muscle in her womanly frame. Hungrily, she spurred him on, and with equal ardour, he responded.

Then she was cumming, it was advancing upon her like a freight train, hitting from all sides, taking hold of her body with a forcefulness she had never experienced before. The tip of young Joe's cock pistoned sharply against her raging cervix, striking, striking once, twice, and now again, and then she was released, falling and splitting in two at once, breaking into tiny pieces. Her cunt grew wide and yawning and then tightly squeezed at the delicious pole that impaled it. Dizzying sparks invaded her tormented body as the insistent pressure continued to build in spite of the unbelievable pleasure growing like wildfire in her widespread loins.

"Oh Joe, my own baby boy… I'm cumming… cuuuuummming for you Aaaaalllll for you… youuuuuuu!"

Joe laboured mightily upon his mother's climaxing body, his own groans mingled with her cries as his own hot, liquid jism began to cream out from his inundated cock… his hands groped and clung to the dancing mountains of her breasts as delicious thrills tore through him. He felt like he was being drawn up into her… as though during this dual climax they would be forever molded into one creature… and he wanted that… wanted it badly.

"Wait for me mother… wait for me!" he cried, arching his cock high into her womb feeling his orgasm take hold and then flow copiously in an earth shattering eruption, far up into his mother's hungrily milking cuntal channel.

Art lifted himself up on one elbow and groggily looked at the peacefully sleeping figure beside him. As he had awakened, he was sure that it was all a dream… another of those realistic nightmares of his… But the closer he came to consciousness, the clearer it became that this time it had been no dream… it had all actually happened… and sleeping beside him now, lost in a swoon of utter satiation was not his new wife Dorothy, but Lee… little Lee his 13 year old daughter!

With growing horror he contemplated her beautiful nakedness. She was sprawled out on her back, her blonde curls spreading out from her head like some charming medusa. Her frail breasts moved up and down with the soft rhythm of her deep breathing. The rose-bud of her mouth was slightly open as she slept on, and one hand was placed lightly over the golden curls of her young pussy, as if trying to retain the pleasure she had so recently felt there. Her father recalled in minute detail the way her overheated, almost hairless little cunt had felt… his sore cock even now was but titillated by the memory… how long had they gone at it, he wondered… God I must be going insane… to have done such a thing!!!! His young daughter's precocity seemed no excuse for his actions… No matter what she did, he thought… I shouldn't have given in… I shouldn't have fucked my own little girl!