Donna Allen - Auntie_s young lover

Her nephew was sitting on his bed pumping his cock with one hand and holding a magazine with the other hand.

Maureen was mesmerized. The sight of the boy's swollen throbbing cock sticking up from his crotch above a pair of large pink balls made her heart pound and her pussy quiver.

Stevie was stroking his cock very slowly, and each time he pulled down on his foreskin his red glistening cockhead popped into view like a succulent fruit.

His cock lacked delicious. Maureen stifled a moan as she imagined what it would be like to take that juicy cockhead into her mouth and suck on it lovingly. She could almost feel his pulsating cockmeat stuffing her mouth and stretching her lips wide. She wondered if any of Stevie's girlfriends ever did that to him. She wondered how much experience he had with girls and women. Kids were so precocious these days, he might very well have more experience than she did!

She guessed by the cover of the magazine that he was looking at a picture of a naked woman, one of those girls with her legs spread open to show all of her hairy cunt. It was understandable that a hot-blooded boy would find pictures like that exciting, but Maureen was jealous of the girl, whoever she was. She had a hairy cunt of her own to show him, if that's what he wanted to look at.

His fist was pumping his cock faster now. She remembered her high-school days and the boys she had jacked off after sessions of heavy petting. Watching a boy's cock send a geyser of thick white jism into the air had always turned her on. She'd seen a few men do it, but they never had as much jism as a boy.

God, how I'd love that cock of his rammed into my cunt! she thought. His cock looked big enough to send her over the rainbow. She remembered him as an infant – a tiny baby with a tiny prick. Now the tiny prick had grown up into a full-size cock and his Aunt Maureen wanted a taste of it!

He's an expert, she thought with a smile. Just looking at the way his fist moved so efficiently up and down his cock, it was obvious he'd been doing it for years. Come on, honey, pump that meat! she thought.

The pleasure he was feeling began to show on his face as he approached his orgasm. She hadn't been sure she would get to see him come, but now it seemed she would. The thrill of watching him fist-fuck his cock and the anticipation of seeing his jism had turned her cunt into a lake of hot cuntjuice.

Did she dare to get her fingers inside her cunt? There seemed no reason not to. He was top preoccupied with his cock, and even if he did see her, so what? Quietly lifting up her dress, she slipped a hand inside her panties and began massaging her dripping cunt.

He was groaning now. He dropped the magazine on the bed and leaned back against the headboard with his eyes closed. His fist flew up and down on his cock, pumping his meat, rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the rim of his cockhead. His knob looked bigger than ever, swollen and hot, ready to pop like a bloated fruit. Maureen trembled with desire to be there to catch his jism in her mouth when he blew his nuts, but she told herself that any move on her part would spoil everything.

Fingers deep inside her cunt, she mashed her wet cuntmeat to the rhythm of the boy's jerking fist.

He seemed oblivious to her presence, but if he ever turned his head he'd see her standing there with her hand under her dress. God, how wet she was! Her fingers squished inside her cunt, and for a moment she was afraid he'd hear the noise. His eyes were still closed, however, and he was probably imagining himself fucking the girl whose picture he'd been looking at.

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly groaned, the fist holding his cock freezing, pulling his foreskin down so that his cockhead swelled up red and angry. Maureen kept her eyes fixed on his cockhead, and then she gasped as his pisshole suddenly widened and a thick spurt of white jism shot up into the air. Before it landed on the bed sheet, another spurt followed, and then another and another. The supply of his jism seemed endless as he groaned again and fell back on the bed with his cock still spitting cum.

Oh, God, that turns me on! Maureen thought. Her eyes feasted on the slippery cream dribbling out of his twitching cock. She could almost taste his hot jism in her mouth. She imagined herself rolling his fuck-cream over her tongue and teeth before finally swallowing it. Her fingers now pumping furiously in ha cunthole, she quickly brought herself off as the boy on the bed milked the last drops of jism out of his cock with his hand.

Then he turned his head toward the door.

Maureen held her breath, her legs frozen to the floor, her hand under her dress and on her cunt. Closing her eyes tightly, she shivered and came again.

Did he see her? His eyes looked away again and she wasn't sure. Then a sudden impulse came over her. Pulling her hand away from her cunt and out from under her dress, she abruptly walked into the room.

Stevie bolted up on the bed. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he groaned. Grabbing a pillow, he covered his juice-coated cock. "I thought nobody was home." His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he avoided Maureen's eyes.

"Don't be upset," Maureen said gently. "The door was open and I couldn't help looking in. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Stevie."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Really, everyone does it, honey. And that includes me."

"Huh?"

The look of surprise on his face was almost comical. She was the one embarrassed now, but at least she had made her move and started something between them.

Sitting down on the bed beside him, she took hold of the pillow and pulled it away.

He resisted at first, but after a moment he let go and she was able to uncover his cock.

"Don't hide it," she said softly.

"You saw everything, didn't you?" he said with a croaking voice.

"Yes, and it was beautiful, honey. It really was."

He blushed again. She was tantalized by his youthfulness. He was half boy and half man, but the heavy trunk of his cock now lying on his thigh looked about as full grown as it would ever get. It was the cock of a man, wet with his jism and still occasionally twitching.

She had a strong desire to put a hand on his cock, but she held herself back.

"I'm going to take off my clothes," she said. "It's not fair that you're naked and I'm dressed, is it?"

"Jesus!" he breathed.

Chuckling, Maureen began undoing the row of buttons that ran down the front of her dress from neckline, to hem. She rose up to stand before him, delighted by the hungry look in his eyes, and slowly peeled the dress off her body.

"Do you like my body?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Christ, yeah!" he breathed, his eyes moving back and forth between her heavy bra encased tits and the bulge of her cunt bush still hidden by her panties.

With a deft motion, she unhooked her bra and slipped it off her bobbing tits.

A groan of pure joy gargled put of his throat. She remained motionless, letting his eyes feast on her fruity tits, then she cupped her hands under her tits and playfully pointed her thick dark nipples at him.

"You like tits, huh?"

"Jesus, what a pair!" he hissed.

"Better than the girls in that magazine?"

"Shit," he growled. "Those are just pictures. I've been dreaming about your tits ever since you came to live with us."

She laughed. The ice was broken now and she felt more at ease. Her eyes fixed on his cock, she toyed with her nipples and smiled.

"You'll have to promise to keep this a secret," she said. "We'll have a heap of trouble if anyone finds out. Do you promise?"

"I promise," be groaned.

A voice in the back of her head told her she was being very foolish to get involved with him like this, but there was no way she could stop it now. She wanted him too much. She shivered with lust as she thought of all the things she could do with him. The fact that they were blood relatives didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that he had a randy cock that would probably give her a great deal of pleasure once she got it hard again.