Donna Allen - Naughty willing family

Now she slid two fingers into her cunt and wiggled them around.

Just one little come, she thought. Just one little come and I'll stop.

She humped her ass and rubbed her clit as she fingered her pussy. She finally climaxed, her body trembling as waves of pleasure engulfed her.

But it wasn't enough. It never was any more. Not since Richard had gotten married. Before Pam's arrival, she'd been perfectly happy to masturbate while she thought about her handsome brother's cock. But now that he was sharing his bed with another woman, it just wasn't enough.

She wondered if Pam had left the house yet. She finally rose up and wrapped herself in a robe. I'll shower and dress and go downtown and look for a job. Today's the day. I swear I'll do it, she vowed as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Her tits wobbled and bulged out of her terrycloth robe and she caught her breath when Jimmy came out of his room.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Betty," he said, his eyes raking over her tits.

She pulled her robe around her boobs and blushed. "What are you doing here, Jimmy?" she said.

"There's no school today," he yawned, staring at her legs. "It's a holiday, remember?"

"Then where's Ginger?" she said, one hand clutching her robe, aware that it barely covered her thighs.

"She went somewhere with her girlfriends." Betty dropped her hands and exposed her tits to his eyes. Her pussy creamed and she thrust her boobs forward, aware of the slight bulge in her nephew's crotch.

She realized with a start that she was encouraging him to gaze at her tits while she stared at his fly. "I was on my way to shower," she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off his jean-covered crotch.

"I'm gonna make myself some breakfast, Auntie," he said. "You coming down soon?"

"I'll just have some coffee, Jimmy," she said, slipping inside the bathroom and closing the door.

She dropped the robe and stepped into the shower. She shivered, fingering the slick lips of her pussy as she lathered her muff. She soaped herself all over and rinsed off, slipping out of the shower and drying herself off. For some reason, she wanted to get down to the kitchen before Jimmy finished his breakfast.

She returned to her bedroom and went, to the closet. She rummaged around and found a negligee she'd bought years ago and never worn. She slipped it on and brushed her long blonde hair over her shoulders. The negligee as sheer, but she wore nothing under it.

As if in a dream, she dabbed perfume behind her ears and on her throat. Then as an afterthought, she dabbed a drop between her thighs and onto her sparse blonde cunt-bush.

Then she took a deep breath and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"Jesus, Aunt Betty!" Jimmy whispered when she walked into the room.

She ignored his words. She made herself some instant coffee and chatted about the movie they'd recently seen. She knew he could see right through her negligee. She knew he could see her beige-nippled, pear-shaped tits. He was gazing at her crotch now, totally revealed through the sheer nylon of her gown, but she continued chattering.

His face was crimson and his eyes glittered as he stared at his aunt's almost naked pussy. His cock pushed against his fly and beads of perspiration erupted on his forehead and upper lip.

She brushed against his arms, her tits pointed and her nipples stiff. She grabbed him then and held his hand in hers. She couldn't stop herself now, there was no going back. She pressed her boobs against the boy's arm and ruffled his hair.

"Jesus, Aunt Betty…" Jimmy stammered.

"Touch me, Jimmy!" she hissed, moving his hand to her tits. "Touch my titties!"

God forgive me, she thought. I can't stop myself!

He touched her tit. She held his hand against her boob and he squeezed the soft spongy globe. "Oh, Jesus, Aunt Betty!" he breathed, rubbing the palm of his hand over one throbbing tit.

"What we're doing is wrong, Jimmy," she said. "But I can't help myself. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so," he said.

"Sometimes unmarried women do terrible things out of loneliness," she said.

She pressed her thigh against his and inhaled his young man fragrance. "I need you, Jimmy," she said softly, running her lips over his cheek. "I need you."

She moved his hand inside her negligee and soon he was caressing her naked tit. "Oh, honey, that feels so good!" she breathed.

"Yeah, it sure does," he said.

She dropped a hand to his crotch and lightly rubbed his cock through his jeans. "You're hard," she breathed, moving her fingers hungrily up and down his pulsating fuck pole. "You want it as much as I do!"

The boy groaned as his aunt unzipped his fly.

"I've got to touch you!" she hissed, tugging the zipper down and sliding her hand inside his fly.

"Oh, fuck!" Jimmy croaked when her fingers stroked his naked cockshaft.

"It feels so good, baby," she murmured, running her hand up and down his stiffening pole and caressing his dick-head.

The crotch hair covering his balls tickled her palm and she shivered. It had been so long since she'd had a man's cock in her hand. Surely God wouldn't punish her for just once succumbing to her lust.

Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her as she walked out of the kitchen. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "Let's go to my room where no one will disturb us."

She unbuttoned her negligee on the way and exposed her firm shapely tits to his teenage eyes. They reached her bedroom and sir slammed the door behind them. She opened her negligee and stood before him, her tits hanging loose and her silky blonde cunt bush framed by the nylon of her gown.

She readied back and loosened the turn in her hair and her long curls cascaded over her shoulders. "Take your clothes off, honey," she said, tugging at his jeans.

Jimmy gazed at her with hot eyes and step out of his jeans and shorts. She pulled his tee-shirt over his head and pushed him down onto the bed with her. She hovered over him, leaning on one elbow, her tits grazing his fact.

"You won't tell your father about this, will you, dear?" she said, kissing his cheeks and eyes and lips.

"Shit, no, Aunt Betty," he croaked.

"And you won't tell Ginger or anyone, will you?" she said, lapping her soft pink tongue over his chest and arms and neck.

"No, I won't tell anyone."

She moved her ear to his chest and heard his heart beating. Then she licked his tiny nipples and nibbled at his chest hair.

"You do want to fuck me, darling, don't you?" she said, pressing her tits against his chest.

"Sure, Aunt Betty," he said.

"Oh, darling!" she said, as she moved his legs further apart and hunched down on the bed. She gazed at his upthrust prick, her cheeks pink and her eyes sparkling. "It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. "It's as beautiful as your father's!"

She stretched out next to him and pulled his mouth to her boobs. "Suck Auntie's tits, honey," she said, guiding one stiff pink nipple between his lips.

He grunted as he opened his jaws and accepted her throbbing boob. She squealed when his warm wet tongue lapped over her sensitive jug. He captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down on the taut nub before nipping her other tit. She ran her hand over his chest and belly and then down to his prick.

"Oh, darling, you suck so good," she moaned as she caressed his balls and stroked his cockshaft. "I need it inside me now," she said as she moved up over him. "I'm going to mount you and we'll fuck. Is that okay?"

"Shit, yeah," he grunted.

She straddled his crotch and rested her feet on either side of his hips. She moved instinctively and surprised herself with her boldness she'd never fucked in this position in her life, but for some reason she warned to be on top of the teenager. She wanted to sink down and capture his lovely prick inside her hungry pussy.