Victoria Parker: The youngest aunt

"But don't you dare ever fuck me, Bobby," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Jill and Darcy were playing bingo on the midway when Prissy and Bobby found them. The four of them walked to the car and went home.

Bobby was feeling quite satisfied with his day at the fair, and he and Prissy rode in the back seat. He had all he could do from grabbing her and taking her panties clown right then and there. She was such an alluring darling, but he sighed deeply and quelled his emotion.

They watched some television, then everyone went to bed. Bobby thought about going to Prissy's room in the middle of the night, but then thought better of it. He heard Jim come home late, turn on the television and bang around in the kitchen.

The next morning, Jim was up early, and Bobby heard him tell Jill he had to go on a business trip, to apologize to Bobby that he wouldn't be around. Jim gave instructions to Jill about some incoming phone calls he was expecting.

Bobby got up about an hour later, and went to the bathroom down the hall. The upstairs floor was composed of four bedrooms. Each daughter had a small room at the end of the hall with their own bathroom, then there was Bobby's guest room, another bathroom, then the master bedroom.

Bobby stood at the bathroom sink, peering into the mirror as he shaved with an electric razor. He had a white, terrycloth towel wrapped around his middle.

He was thinking how happy he was that he had stopped to see Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill, how delighted he was that he had pleasured Prissy. He wondered about Darcy, lift plump ass, her over-ripe tits, her sweet, round face.

His cock thumped under the towel and bulged out in a hint of erection. It was at that moment that sin, her face radiating, her movie-star beauty sparkling, her lush, mature body vibrating under a pink robe, walked into the bathroom.

"Oh, excuse me, Bobby! I didn't know you were in here," Jill said.

She was combing her hair, the brush gliding in smooth laps at her dark-brown hair… She stopped combing when she saw Bobby's taut, hard, military body wrapped only in a flimsy towel. Jill also noticed how his cock lifted the towel out at his crotch.

Bobby finished shaving, clicked the razor off, then turned to face his beautiful aunt. Their gaze met. His cock thumped. The towel lifted. He saw the crevice, the plunging V of her robe, the bulge of her huge tits against the terrycloth.

His cock kept rising until it pushed so hard at the towel that the slip knot at the side came undone. The towel came loose and floated to the floor, leaving Bobby nude before Aunt Jill.

She stared in wide-eyed fascination and amazement as his cock kept rising, lifting proudly into a hot, hard, simmering erection. Jill's gaze did not leave his blossoming cock. She stared in rapt surprise at the length, the thickness, the hardness of her nephew's enormous prick.

"My God, Bobby!" she whispered.

He let her look, let her see his marvelous cock. Jill seemed to tremble and shake a tiny bit at his lifting cock, watching his thick cock-stalk until Bobby had a full hard-on.

Bobby moved toward her, his cock wobbling like a wild branch in a whipping wind. Jill caught his hard-on in her hand as he came close to her. She locked her fingers around his cockstalk in an overhanded grip.

"Mmmmmphhhh," she mumbled, "good grief, Bobby!"

He took her in his arms, kissed her passionately, their eager lips sucking, their hot tongues slapping. His hands fanned out over her fabulous ass, feeling the roundness of her asscheeks, through the terrycloth.

Her hand squeezed down on his prick. She looked up into his eyes at the end of their hot kiss. "Bobby, this is an amazing erection," she commented.

"For you, Aunt Jill," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, passion.

His hands came up to her marvelous tits, and he spread the robe, opening it down the middle to reveal his aunt in her darling white panties and white bra.

"You're beautiful," said Bobby.

"Mmmmmffff, I don't know about this," she whimpered, squishing his cock in her hand even tighter, almost as if she had a fuck-vise on it.

Bobby brought his hands up to her bulging white bra, soft nylon cups, shiny straps. Her tits were like big bowls of gelatin squashed together by the pull of the bra.

She wore a sweet pair of white nylon panties that fit her luscious, mature, supple hips like a tight love-glove. Bobby kissed her again and sent his hand between her legs, his fingers rubbing lightly on the crotch of Jill's panties, tickling the thick rich carpet of cunt curls pressing against the nylon, making a soft muffin where her panties tightly tugged into a V.

His tongue leaped into her mouth. She kept a tight grip on his cock, rubbing the drooling cockhead on her slick, creamy thigh. They broke the kiss, gasping, and Bobby reached up with his free hand, as he kept rubbing Jill's pussy, and took her tits out over the top of the bra, setting them up there like huge balloons.

"Jesus," he murmured, then ducked his head down and began slithering his tongue all over the immense expanse of tit offered to him by gorgeous Jill.

She was shaking, trembling, hot as a blowtorch. "Oh, God, Bobby," she moaned lightly.

He brought his hand up and dipped it deep into Jill's white undies, slid his fingers through that thick, brown thicket, fucking a finger into her pussy.

"Oooof, whooo, huhhh!" Jill huffed. "Oh, huh, uh, uh… whewffffff!"

Bobby's cock spit a gob of cream. His jism splashed on Jill's panties. His hand was at work inside, a slow herky-jerky finger-fuck.

"God, I've always wanted to suck on these big things," Bobby panted hotly, his tongue slashing, looping, curling over the nipples of her tits.

"Lucky you, huh Bobby?" Jill whispered.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," he huffed.

Her hand danced slowly, in and out, in and out, on Bobby's burning, hard prick. Bobby opened his mouth wide, sucked one, then the other of her tits.

His hand knuckled out her panties at the crotch as his finger kept fucking in and out of her wet, jizzy pussy.

Bobby kissed over her tits, her bra, her belly, slid his hand out of her panties, knelt before Jill and rained tiny kisses all over the front of her panties. He reached up and tugged them down, slowly.

"May I take your panties down, Aunt Jill?"

"Looks like you already have, Bobby."

Indeed. He had the pants on Jill's thighs now, exposing the lush garden of thick brown pussy hair between her legs. He stared at it, kissed her thighs, licked wildly at the creamy goodness, then muffed his face into her pussy and kissed her cunt.

"I've wanted to do that since I was little," he gasped.

"Oh, God, Bobby… let's see, would have been in my twenties."

He licked up-down the cunt slit. "Would you have let me?"

"I don't know… oh, hell yes, if I'd known… I… oh, Bobby, God, I don't know. I'm your aunt, after all."

His mouth sucked at her cunt, sucked all the soft pussy meat into his mouth, then he chewed it deliciously.

"Bobby, jeezuzzzz!" Jill moaned.

She leaned back against the sink and rolled her hips in lewd circles at Bobby's gaping mouth, his licking, slicking tongue. Her chin was tucked in, and she looked down, excited by her nephew's voracious pussy appetite.

He finally got her panties down on her ankles as he eagerly ate her cunt. Jill stepped out of them. Bobby stood up. His cock slapped against his belly and wobbled. He bent his knees and humped down so his prick leveled out at her pussy. Jill reached for his hard-on, clutched the cockstalk, brought the burning prickhead to her pussy and plugged him in.

"Whoo, wow!" Bobby panted.

"You're such a naughty boy, Bobby," Jill whispered, her words like sweet honey.

"I'm fuckin' you, Aunt Jill," he sobbed, his voice trembling, his cock fucking slowly in and out of her sucking pussy, his ass pumping ever so meticulously, his balls swinging.