Pamela James - Auntie_s hot lessons

He pounded his cock into her mouth, a wild grin of pleasure on his face.

"Here it comes… here it… ahhh!"

She tasted his stringy white jism as his ass bounced up and down on the seat, the end of his prick hitting the back of her throat. He threw his head back and made a gurgling noise, his eyes closed shut. He pressed both hands on the top of Ruth's head, forcing her to take every inch of his spurting cock into her mouth.

When he finished cumming she quickly pulled down her soaked panties and straddled him, looking around to make sure they weren't being seen. Fortunately, there weren't many other cars.

She reached down and inserted his oozing cock between her puffy cuntlips.

"You're the best, Aunt Ruth!" Bill said proudly, grasping her, buttocks.

She eased herself down on him, spearing herself with his shaft. "Oh Lord," she moaned, digging her nails into his back, reaching up under his tee shirt to feel his smooth flesh.

She rested on her knees and let the boy do most of the work. He slammed upward, sending all nine inches of his tool into her, penetrating her innermost cuntal depths, her pussy juice flowing like a raging river, dampening his pubes and making his loins and upper thighs glisten as if they had a coat of polish on them.

"Oh, Bill, Bill, Bill," she groaned, arms around his neck, showering him with kisses, then French kissing him longingly, her tongue slipping between his lips. He reached under her dress, hiking it up further, then he unclasped her bra and freed her tits, which he caressed excitedly.

Jesus, he thought, what more could a boy ask for!

They pawed at each other, kissing and fondling, their moans and sighs filling the air, until he finally erupted inside her. He bit her shoulder as he came, stiffing a scream of ecstasy.

When he was through, they quietly dressed. They both got out of the car for a few minutes, the mild summer breeze relaxing and cooling their bodies.

Ruth looked at her watch. The train was due any minute. Bill smiled and she smiled in return. They got into the car.

"Thanks, Aunt Ruth," he said, giving her a kiss. "I needed that."

"I guess I did too, baby," she replied with a sigh of contentment. "From here on in it's not going to be that easy."

"What about at night, in your room?" he asked as she started the car and pulled back onto the road.

"Right now that looks like the only thing we can do. But not for a couple of days or so, much as I hate to say it. Until Peg settles in and we both think it's right."

"That sounds fair enough."

She nodded. "Everything will work out. You'll see."

As it turned but, Peg's train was late. They waited five minutes before it pulled into the station.

Peg ran into her mother's outstretched arms, nearly throwing her suitcase to the side. Bill stood smiling while mother and daughter embraced and kissed. She looked a lot like Ruth. Her hair had the same dark, shiny color, shorter than Ruth's. She really was quite a cute looking young girl, with a radiant smile. Bill liked her immediately.

Ruth introduced Peg to Bill, who blushed when the girl kissed him. Peg blushed too. They were both shy with one another.

"It's been so long!" Peg said, her face flushed, making her look even prettier. "But I remember your birthday party. Do you remember me?"

Bill smiled, his eyes wandering momentarily to her tits, which were small and pointed under her tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which surprised the boy, and he felt a hard on stirring in his shorts.

"Sure," he replied. "You spilled ice cream all over yourself!"

Peg teared with laughter. "That's right! You do remember!"

Ruth stood smiling at them both, glad they had taken to each other so well so quickly.

Two nights later, Peg and Bill were sitting downstairs in the living room, watching TV. Ruth had gone to bed early.

Both Bill and Ruth were feeling a little frustrated. They wanted desperately to fuck, but Ruth insisted they wait a couple more days. Then perhaps Bill could sneak into her bedroom late at night, after they allowed sufficient time for Peg to fall asleep. An earthquake couldn't wake her once she was out.

"I really like you, Bill," Peg said as the two of them sat on the large couch facing the TV.

"I like you too, Peg. It's like we've known each other all our lives already."

"Exactly! I feel the same way. It's funny, isn't it?"

Bill shrugged, trying to keep his eyes from her pointed young tits, which he had been finding more and more attractive. He could feel his cock stirring in his shorts. "It happens," he said matter-of-factly.

"The three of us make quite a team," she said, getting closer to him and becoming more animated. "I mean, you me and Mom. She's something else, isn't she?"

"She certainly is," he said, sighing.

He noticed Peg had a funny look in her eyes.

"Can… can I ask you a question, Bill?" she said hesitantly. "I mean… a personal sort of question?"

Suddenly, Bill felt apprehensive. Nervous.

"Sure," he said, feeling the closeness of her body. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a faded tee shirt. She had both legs hooked underneath her as she sat close beside him.

"Have you ever been to bed with a girl before?" she blurted out in one drawn-out breath, blushing immediately after she had spoken the words.

Bill blushed too. "Well, sure I have," as he automatically thought of Ruth. He didn't sound too convincing, as if somehow she had suspected about them and he wanted to hide the fact.

"You sure?"

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I'm sure. I've balled two chicks," he lied, his face a bright crimson.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said sheepishly.

"It's okay," he said, staring at the carpeted floor. "It was just… unexpected. How about you? Have you ever balled before?"

What a crazy conversation to be having, he thought. If only Ruth could hear this…

"No. I've-I've played with myself… but I'm a virgin."

Bill found her reluctant candor exciting. His crotch tingled.

"How… how do you mean, played with yourself?"

"Oh, you know, masturbated. With my fingers." She laughed nervously. "Sometimes with the handle of my hairbrush. I've broken my hymen."

"Do you… masturbate a lot?" He found himself inching even closer to her until theft knees were touching.

She nodded. "I guess."

"But you're so pretty. You should have lots of boyfriends."

She shrugged. "I'm… shy… with boys. I've never had a steady boyfriend."

They were silent for a while, neither of them knew what to say next. Bill wanted desperately to touch her. Then he thought of Ruth sleeping upstairs. Still, the feeling was overpowering. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His cock was erect now. He wondered if Peg could see it.

"Were you going to ask me something else, Peg?" he asked, his voice betraying the emotion he was feeling.

"Yes. Oh, I don't know. It's wrong and I know it." She looked at him, her eyes pleading.

"What's wrong, Peg?" He placed his hand on her thigh and she put her hand over it. As if by unspoken agreement, they leaned toward each other and kissed. She unhooked her legs and he wrapped his arms around her, his tongue slipping between her lips. She gasped, her eyes open wide with surprise, then her eyes closed and she sighed deeply.

He slipped his hand under her tee shirt. She didn't stop him. He squeezed her tit and she pressed closer to him, her hand going hesitantly to his upper thigh.

"Is this what you meant?" he whispered, fondling her tits, feeling the pointedness of her nipples, which were surprisingly large, larger than Ruth's.

"Yes," she gasped. "But it's wrong, isn't it? It's wrong…"

"No it's not," he insisted, his voice hoarse. "Not if we want it."