Donna Allen - Hot coming family

She sat down again and drew her chair closer to his. The boy stared at her as he munched his second sandwich. "What are you looking at, Eric?" she said.

"You look pretty," he said.

Millie smiled, her carefully lipsticked mouth quivering slightly. "Why, thank you, darling," she said. She instinctively stuck her chest out and smoothed down her tight tee-shirt. "It's nice to hear a compliment from a boy like you."

She felt warm and leaned her arms on the table. Her tits shifted forward in the flimsiness of her tee-shirt. Eric gulped his third glass of milk and began chomping away on a plateful of cookies.

"Eric?" she said in a breathless voice.

"What, Aunt Millie?" He looked and sounded polite and young and totally and completely innocent.

She paused, her heart pounding. She dropped to her knees in front of the teenager and thrust her hand between his legs.

"Eric, this is wrong, but I can't help myself," she breathed as she yanked his zipper down.

"Aunt Millie!" he gasped.

She shoved her hand inside his fly and groped around for his prick. She brought his cock out and in a moment it was level with her face. She stared at it and licked her parched lips. Finally she gazed up and met Eric's astonished eyes.

"Eric, you mustn't ever tell anyone what we're about to do," she said. "Promise me, you'll never tell."

"Sure, Aunt Millie, but what're we gonna do?" His eyes were round and shining and he looked terrified.

"I won't hurt you," she giggled softly. "I'm going to make you feel very good, as a matter of fact. And I want to do it so badly! Don't deprive me of the pleasure."

"Jesus, Aunt Millie, go on and do whatever it is you want to do. I won't tell."

His eyes widened as she brought his crimson cockhead to her lips. He shifted forward on the edge of his chair and spread his legs wide apart. He smiled down at her.

Millie lost all will to deny the incestuous longings tearing her apart.

She gulped and opened her jaws wide. She worked her tongue over her lips and slowly moved closer to his prick. The boy clenched his fists at his sides and beads of perspiration erupted on his forehead. For a moment she hesitated. Then, with a tiny sigh, she leaned closer and took the tip of his prick into her mouth.

The boy leaned forward, his eyes still open wide and his lips parted. As he inched forward on his chair, his prick dipped into her mouth.

She closed her lips around his shaft and felt it twitch inside her mouth. She didn't move for a moment, but let her saliva gather and bathe his half-hard prick.

The boy clenched and unclenched his fists and his face flushed as his aunt sucked another inch of meat into her mouth. At one point he uncurled his fists and moved his hands over her head.

He caressed her black curls and hummed softly as he slid his ass back and forth on the chair. He moved his hands from her head to her face and stroked her bulging cheeks.

She sucked more of his dick into her mouth and moved her hands inside his jeans to search for his balls. When she found them, she squeezed the swelling eggs, and the teenager moved his hands from her cheeks to her neck and throat.

She trembled when he reached her tits. He covered her tits with his strong young hands and she felt her nipples stiffen against his palms.

She wanted him to move his hands inside her bra. She wanted to feel him on her bare flesh. But she didn't want to frighten him with demands. No, better to let him move at his own pace. This was obviously the first time a woman had ever sucked on his cock and she wanted to make it a memorable incident in his life.

Suddenly he grunted and gripped her head between his hands. He moved back and forth, fucking his stiffening prick in and out of the ring of her lips.

It grew bigger and Millie was startled to see the boy's expression change from pure innocence to almost-adult depravity. He pushed his dick all the way against her throat and held her face in an iron-grip.

With each inward plunge, she felt his prick against her tonsils. His balls slapped her chin and his cock-bush tickled her nose. She almost gagged when the swollen dome of his knob hit the back of her throat. The boy hissed and snorted, and she gasped and sputtered for breath.

"Don't choke me!" she managed to blurt out. "Be careful!"

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Aunt Millie!" he gasped, but he didn't release his hold on her head.

His cock was fully hard now and his nuts were filled with spunk. She held her arms around his thighs and felt the tight ropes of muscle throb inside his jeans.

She tasted his spunk on her tongue and worked her throat muscles around his cock-head on the instroke. She milked him and he groaned and she tried to let him know she wanted him to come in her mouth.

Now he whipped his dick in and out of her mouth with pile-driving thrusts. Her jaws ached, but she didn't mind. She loved the feeling of being brutalized by her nephew. His beardless face and innocent blue eyes were in marked contrast to his furious assault on her mouth.

"Gotta touch your tit," he muttered as he leaned over and forced his hand inside her tee-shirt.

She helped him by guiding his fingers inside the cup of her bra and then he was touching her naked tit and she felt her pussy convulse.

He seemed to sense what she wanted. Or maybe he was simply unable to control himself. But she knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would come in her mouth. In a moment his cock would explode and she would have a mouthful of her favorite beverage.

Still, when it happened, an alarm went off in her head.

Incest! she thought with a start when the first spurt of jism shot into her throat. I'm committing incest with a teenage boy!

She cradled his erupting nuts in one hand as his ass rose from the seat. Jet after jet of boy-milk splashed into her mouth and down her throat.

She kept her hand cupped under his balls and felt them diminish as he came. It took a long time and she gulped and swallowed and still managed at the end to hold some of his sweet-tasting spunk on the tongue.

He leaned back against his chair with his arms hanging down limply. He panted for breath and Millie pressed her cheek against his still-half-hard prick. She kept the last jet of jizz on her tongue and continued tasting its pungence and on an impulse she sucked his empty balls into her mouth.

"Oh, shit, Aunt Millie!" he groaned, lacing his fingers into her short curly hair.

She spit his balls out and sucked his limp cock back into her mouth. She greedily took it into her throat, all the while inhaling his teenage fragrance.

"Oh, darling, you're getting hard again!" she said. "Oh, my, what shall we do now?"

The boy grinned. "Jesus, I don't know, Aunt Millie. What do you want to do?"

"How about more of the same?" she giggled, gazing up into his eyes.

"Sure," Eric croaked.

She tongued his cockhead and licked up the drop of dew on his piss-slit.

"Just remember," she cooed. "It's our secret. No one must ever know."

Laura Mitchell Martin had always adored her older brother, Fred. When he'd married Millie years ago, Laura had been heartbroken that he hadn't waited for her to grow up. She finally married on the rebound when she was eighteen. She'd had Eric at nineteen and now was separated from her husband, Pete Martin, and living with Fred and Millie temporarily.

Laura had always loved Fred's looks and she stared at him unobtrusively as he sat in a lounge chair in the living room and sipped a beer.

The rest of the family was out. Laura was able to examine the back of Fred's head and marvel at how nicely his still-thick hair grew over his collar. He had a solid, muscular body and a thick chest. He'd played football as a teenager and he still had the strong thighs and flat belly of an athlete.