James Wilson: American incest patterns

"Eat me," Auntie Lil cried out over her shoulder. "Suck your aunt's ass. Lick up my brown and then tongue my cunt. Hurry, darling, hurry. Don't waste anymore time. Your auntie is hot for a tongue job from her nephew."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, obediently and in the same manner I often replied to my own mother. "I'll eat your ass right away Auntie, dear."

And I did.

Closing my eyes, and distending my nostrils to inhale as much asshole smell as possible, I stuck out my tongue and drove it deeply into the waiting asshole of my aunt's bum. The moment, the mouth flesh found its way into aunt's rear end, she cried out.

"That's it, lover. Only deeper, harder, wetter. Come on, loved one, you can eat Auntie's ass better than that. With feeling. Put some feeling into it. Go, cock boy, go," she cried out in a voice that sounded insane. At the same time, she enfolded both lips over my cock head and let it disappear from sight into her mouth. Then, affecting a gulping sound, she tried to swallow the entire cockhead and shaft and balls as well. Every inch of my genital skin turned her on and she wanted to engulf everything inside of her mouth.

Naturally, the moment, I felt that hot liquid mouth flood over my straining skin of prick, my head snapped back, and I let out a yell like a Comanche Indian. Then, I quieted down and relaxed. Auntie kept working on my cock and balls with her educated and hungry tongue, and on several occasions I thought I was going to blow my load. That's when I closed my eyes, tightened my fist, and tried to get my mind off the position of sixty-nine.

After a while when the crisis subsided, I opened my eyes but remained alert and ready to prevent any premature ejaculation. Soon, I became adept at preventing any unwanted blow-off. That gave Auntie a chance to really go to town on my red-hot prick, and it gave me a chance to survey the situation a bit calmer.

All I could see from my position were two, enormous cheeks of ass, the cleavage, the valley in-between, the hairs around her asshole. Also, I could inhale the fragrant aroma that wafted gently through Auntie's shit-hole. And last but not least was the cunt that belonged to my mother's sister. The cunt loomed up enormous and almost frightening in its proximity. The thick, reddish hills that were the lips were slightly distended, and droplets of cuntal juices sizzled through this crack of love. Around the trench of twat were hairs thousands of hairs, curling lovingly up and around the opening, and around Auntie's lower belly. There were also a number of hairs that resembled a wisk-broom around the rectal hole, now they brushed against my face as I gazed lovingly at those two beautiful globes of Aunty ass flesh. For reasons I couldn't comprehend at the moment, I slid both arms around the butt and stared at the skin as though I was looking into her eyes and at her face. Breathing deeply, I began to murmur sweet nothings. But even to my surprise, I was murmuring those sweet nothings at the rear end, at the ass. I was speaking softly and lovingly at the ass-flesh as though it was a separate entity of its own.

"Darling," I muttered. "You are so beautiful so precious, so sweet," and before I could restrain myself, I puckered up and planted a loud, wet kiss directly on the side of one buttock.

Auntie must have loved to feel my hot, wet lips on the skin of her ass. On contact between my lips and her butt, the woman sighed audibly, and moved the cheeks in such a way, my face disappeared quickly between the cleavage. Auntie wanted to feel tongue up her ass as well as over the skin.

And to my own surprise and almost horror, I didn't recoil, or try to pull out. Despite the fact that my nose and tongue were pressed tightly up against the woman's asshole, I loved every smell, and I loved the taste of her stilt. Everything, of course, was black but it wasn't necessary for me to see anything. As long as I could smell and feel the bottom of this woman's gorgeous shit country, I didn't care.

I felt Auntie's mouth pull off my cock, and she must have turned around and called over her shoulder for the words came through loud and clear and distinct.

"Eat me," my aunt cried, breathlessly. "Eat my ass. Love it. Love to feel tongue all the way up my brown hole." And to emphasize the truth of these words, she shoved back even harder. Oily liquid, a bit on the shitty side, squished around my facial tissues and into my nostrils. But this didn't deter me from sticking out my tongue and licking the liquid up. The taste made me hotter than a firecracker. My tongue darted out and started to lap up and down. I was literally wiping my tongue up and down Auntie's ass. Auntie loved that kind of action.

"Yes, yes," she chuckled, encouragingly. "You're wiping my ass with your tongue. Go, boy, go. That's what I want. Love it. Love to feel a hot tongue wiping my ass. That's why I left it a bit on the shitty side. Oh lover, does that ever feel good." But in the midst of all her excited exclamations about the feel and quality of my tongue, Auntie admonished me about the state of her hot cunt.

"Don't neglect my fuck hole, nephew," she called back. "My cunt loves tongue, too!"

With the greatest reluctance, I pulled my tongue from out of the deep, shit trench and dug it deeply between the scratchy hairs that reached out and tickled my chin and face.

The moment Auntie felt my tongue bury itself in her twat, she began to scream like a demented woman.

"Yes, that's it, lover. Eat my cunt. Eat your AUNT'S CUNT."

Auntie's encouragement and wild movements excited me beyond all restraint. Cock juices boiled up from the depths of my testicles and leaped into the penile shaft where they hurtled along like a diesel locomotive. There was no turning them back, now. And there was no point in attempting to turn them back. I must have been temporarily out of my head as I ate, lapped, licked and sucked on my aunt's cunt and asshole, and almost at the same time. The next thing I knew, I felt a tremendous explosion and for a moment I thought my entire body had ripped apart. Everything went wet between my legs, and for one terrifying moment it felt like blood. But quickly I realized that the wetness was caused by the juices of cock and not by my blood. Besides, Auntie wouldn't be hungrily lapping up the liquid of blood. She was eating and swallowing every drop of cock gism that squeezed through the head of my dick. And despite my own frantic efforts of cunt suckery, Auntie's smacking lips almost drowned out the sound of my own cunt smacking.

We must have ate each other's genitals for a very long period of time. When we finally completed our respective tasks, there wasn't a drop left. Then, Auntie rolled off my body, and I remained supinely on my back, gazing at my own limpid dick as though attempting to recapture the moments of utter rapture that had gripped me with such complete ecstasy.

And something else happened when we disengaged our ravaged bodies. Applause… During the sixty-nine, we had gathered a crowd of onlookers. The other swingers, drawn by the intensity of our mutual suck and by the realization that an aunt was having sexual relations with her fifteen-year-old nephew. This intelligence was disemmated during the suck when Auntie was yelling, "Eat me, nephew. Eat your aunt's cunt and ass."

The other swingers approved of our incestuous sixty-nine. And so did my uncle. Now, he stepped forward, his eyes shining, his face creased with a big welcome smile.

"So this is my little nephew who has come to visit his old Aunt and Uncle. Welcome, Son. Welcome. You'll enjoy your stay with us. And so will we. Me especially."

For a while, my uncle's statement sounded ominous to me. Was he queer? Did he think he was going to screw me, too? I felt trapped. I had given my word to remain with my aunt and uncle for the duration of my summer vacation. Indeed, I was almost a prisoner. Uncle Tom was supposed to give me the money for the return bus fare. I couldn't leave until he gave me bus fare back home. But after the swingers left the house, my aunt and uncle straightened out the situation for me.