James Porter: Hot and horny family

The action between her thighs drove the older woman wild, and she sucked even more voraciously on her nephew's cock. She bit the hot, tubular shaft and chomped on the spongy head. Billy's eyes rolled back in their sockets as his pleasure soared uncontrollably. He couldn't stop the flood of cum which bubbled up from his balls and shot out through the quivering length of his cock. The thick jism splashed into Aunt Maude's throat.

She gurgled and moaned as the slimy substance slid down to her stomach. She gulped and sucked harder on her nephew's spurting cock.

Billy held his twitching prick in her mouth until he had expelled all his lust, then backed up slowly and dragged his wet, well-sucked cock down across his aunt's chin.

Maude had come in the midst of Billy's explosion, while Kathy licked her clit, and by this time she felt so thoroughly relaxed she couldn't make a sound.

Looking at her closed eyes and motionless body, Billy's first thought was that he might have killed her with his ejaculation into her throat. But then he realized such a thing couldn't have happened. Even if his cum were poisonous, it couldn't have taken effect that fast. He decided she must have passed out from the shock of what had happened.

He got off the bed and looked at Kathy, who was sitting up by now. Her mouth and chin were wet from the moisture of her aunt's cunt, but she too was satisfied, partially due to the manipulations of her own fingers and partially to the sheer, wicked thrill of burying her face in a woman's streaming cunt.

"Wh-what are we going to do now?" she asked her brother nervously.

Billy didn't know. Guilt was beginning to settle over him like a suffocating blanket. And he was afraid. The instinct, which had told him how to handle his prudish aunt a while ago, had now deserted him completely, and his only thought was to run. He turned and hurried from the room.

Kathy stared after him, then glanced back at her aunt, whose eyelids were beginning to flutter. The teen girl realized that she would have to face the music alone, and it suddenly occurred to her how to do that in order to protect both herself and Billy.

She quickly untied her aunt's wrists. The older woman blinked at her, then slowly lowered her arms. She flexed them several times.

"Auntie?" Kathy said, "Can you hear me?"

The woman just stared up at her.

Kathy rummaged in her aunt's rumpled clothing until she found the cord of the hearing aid. She traced it to the earpiece, which was hanging over the edge of the bed, and handed this to Aunt Maude. Slowly the older woman fitted the instrument into her ear.

"Auntie…" Kathy said again. "I want you to listen to me.

The woman continued to stare at her in silence, here eyes wide as saucers.

"If you make any trouble for Billy or me, or if you tell Mom what happened this morning-any of it-Billy and I will say you went after Billy and made him fuck you. Mom and the police will believe us if we both tell the, same story. And we will!"

Her aunt said nothing.

"Do you understand?" Kathy asked sharply.

Maude slowly nodded.

"Now you'd better get dressed and go back to your own room," Kathy said as she backed off the bed. "I've got to get ready for school."

After the older woman had gone, Kathy congratulated herself on her coolness. She thought also what a lovely, lovely time she had had-both last night and this morning.

Sex, she had discovered, was the neatest thing in the world .

Kathy and Billy walked to school together as usual, but Billy was strangely silent, refusing to discuss what had happened. Kathy was worried about him.

During the morning history class, which they shared, Billy didn't take part in the class discussion. He merely sat at his desk, staring straight ahead, and Kathy knew he was brooding about what he had done with her and Aunt Maude.

As soon as her last class was over, Kathy hurried to the corner of the campus where she ordinarily met Billy for their walk home together. The only person standing where she usually met Billy was a close friend of his. Kathy smiled at the boy and said, "Hello, Mark. You haven't seen Billy, have you?"

"Yeah, I have. He asked me to give you this." The boy handed her a sheet of paper, which had been folded twice. "Don't worry," Mark said. "I didn't read it. Billy told me not to."

"Thanks, Mark." Kathy's hand shook as she held the note.

She waited until the boy had turned to leave before she unfolded the paper. The message, which she read, was brief and shocking: Billy had left town.

Kathy wondered if she should go to the police and ask them to find her brother. She decided she had better not. They would ask her a lot of questions, and she might let something slip. Also, they would question Aunt Maude. That would be bad.

She considered calling her mother. Kathy knew where she and Ray were spending their honeymoon, but her mother would ask a lot of questions also, and she would be frantic.

The best thing, Kathy decided, would be to wait and hope Billy would come back on his own. He didn't have much money. And it would be hard for Billy to get a job because of his age.

On her way home, she considered what she was going to tell Aunt Maude. She would have to cover for Billy somehow or her aunt would get excited and call the police herself. She decided to say that Billy was spending the night with a friend. That way, if he showed up tomorrow, as she hoped he would, everything would be all right.

She paused outside the house, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Auntie?" she called, taking pains to make her tone as sweet as possible.

There was no answer. The teen girl checked the living room, then the kitchen, but found no trace of her aunt. She went upstairs and noticed that the door to the guestroom, which her aunt had been occupying, was open. She walked in and looked around. Everything was in perfect order, but her aunt wasn't there.

Then Kathy noticed the door of the closet was ajar. She walked over and looked inside. All her aunt's clothes were gone, and so was her luggage. Aunt Maude had taken off.

Kathy made a thorough search of the house, looking for a note, but there was none. The old girl had apparently gotten scared and had just split, without leaving so much as a word. Kathy wondered what her aunt expected her to tell her mother.

She sat down in the living room and listened to the ticking of the clock. She had never felt so alone. Every one had left her-first her mother, then Billy, now Aunt Maude.

Kathy made a sandwich for herself and ate that for dinner along with some potato chips and a glass of chocolate milk. Then she went into the living room and sat down to watch some TV. But she kept her ear tuned for the ringing of the telephone, which stood on a table in the hail. She was hoping Billy would get in touch with her.

As the evening wore on and no call came, she felt more and more lonely and abandoned. She had a tremendous desire to call her mother and blurt out everything that had happened, but she managed to retain enough coolness of mind to control the urge. She walked around the house turning on lights, because they made her feel more secure.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and she jumped. Who could it be, coming to call at that hour? On her way to the door, she wondered if it was the police. What if Aunt Maude had gone for them, or if Billy had gotten into trouble? Apprehension gnawed at her as she turned on the porch light and opened the door.

When she saw the man in uniform standing outside, she feared for a moment that her suspicion was correct and that the police had indeed come for her. But then she realized the uniform wasn't that of a policeman. The young man was a soldier, about nineteen, and he had a duffel bag at his feet.