Jerry Milner - Depraved aunt

Ellen frequently entertained him in the nude, but just as often she'd greet him at the door wearing terribly skimpy lingerie or even fully dressed in street clothes. She set the pace with a variety of attire, and a variety of actions, that always kept the increasingly horny boy guessing.

One day, for instance, she met him at the door and told him she had to go shopping, and that he should remain there and do his housework, but under no conditions should he look at the magazines on the coffee table until she got back. She had just sent away for the magazines and picture books. They showed beautiful young models fully involved in every conceivable sexual embrace. Their covers were very lurid. One glance at those and Jim's cock was up hard, and within ten minutes of his arrival, his chores were forgotten and he was sitting on the couch leafing through the books and beating off. That was when Ellen made her appearance from the back door. She caught him red-handed at this, and soon he was red-assed, as well, for she gave him a very sound spanking, after which he sucked her and fucked her on the living room floor, with the sexy books strewn all around them.

On another occasion she met him wearing a very tight, very sexy black bathing suit, and she gave him a very loose-fitting pair of swim trunks to put on. She drove him to the beach, where she had him lie on his belly beside her while she pointed out all the sexy young girls, high-breasted and saucy-assed. While he lay there drooling over them, she snaked her hand inside his trunks and very slowly jacked him off. She got him hot again quite easily, then took him in the water, where he learned she had made a convenient slit in the crotchband of her bathing suit, and there in the shoulder deep water, with other bathers frolicking close by, Jim fucked his aunt.

On still another of his visits, she had him strip naked and then she tied him up in a chair, with the vibrating dildo deep in his ass. To further add to his miserable ecstasies, she showed him mail-order pornographic movies while she further teased him with the tips of her fingers and tongue. He was her little sex slave and though he sometimes complained about it, he thoroughly enjoyed it, as could be seen by the increasingly large size of his cock and balls.

Ellen liked the arrangement, too. Now she had all the sex she'd ever hoped for, without any possibility of romantic involvement. Still it was never quite enough. The more sex she got, the more she wanted, it seemed, but that was working out very well, because Jim's sexual appetites were increasing, too. Everything was going just fine, until one summer afternoon when Ellen's daughter, Carole, appeared at the door.

Carole had run away from home and taken up with a group of young people who sold magazine subscriptions from door to door, and her mother's only contact with her had been an occasional postcard from a faraway city. Carole had always been a rebellious, high-spirited girl, but now as she stood on Ellen's doorstep, she looked very sweet and subdued.

She was demurely dressed in a pretty blue dress and sandals and she was carrying an overnight bag. Her long, honey-blonde hair was done up in braids, and she hadn't a trace of make-up on her very pretty face. Her figure had filled out some, but it was still the high-breasted, saucy-assed shape of a teenaged girl.

Ellen greeted her daughter very warmly and took her inside. They sat on the couch and talked, with Ellen just a little embarrassed because the only thing she had on was a filmy, lacy black negligee. Ellen wasn't even wearing any panties, which Carole surely noticed, because she kept glancing at her mother's very scantily covered figure as they talked.

At last Carole said, "I came back to either borrow some money from you or to get my inheritance. I'm in love with a wonderful guy named Tony, and I want to settle down with him forever. Tony supervised us girls when we were on the road. I need a thousand dollars to help Tony put a down payment on a farm in Oregon, and after that I'll settle down and be a good daughter and write to you every week and you can come visit us often."

Ellen questioned her about Tony. Carole said he was handsome, a hard worker, a wonderful lover, and everything a girl could ask for in a man. Ellen said she would probably give Carole the money. Carole thanked her mother and kissed her very warmly, and said she was going to take a bath before helping her mother with dinner. She took her overnight bag and left for the bathroom, and Ellen remained on the couch, very relieved that at last her errant daughter had changed her roving ways and wanted to settle down with a nice man. She got up to go to her bedroom and put on some less revealing clothes and, passing the bathroom, she caught a faint whiff of very aromatic smoke.

Ellen had smoked marijuana once or twice before, while her husband was still living, but it had made her feel so very sexually aroused that she had almost worn her husband out, so he'd stopped buying it for her. The smoke from the bathroom smelled like marijuana. Suspicious, Ellen returned to the living room and looked in her daughter's purse. Sure enough, there were several small hand-rolled cigarettes there, and what was far wane, a big pink dildo, complete with leg straps, and a card lying in its box that read, "Use this if you get lonesome. Love, Tony."

Ellen stormed right into the bathroom with the incriminating evidence in hand. "Just what is the meaning of this?!? What kind of a terrible person is this Tony?"

Crab was lying back in the bubbly bath tub, golden hair piled up on her head, marijuana cigarette dangling from her fingers, silly smile on her face. "Once you get to know Tony, she's not so terrible at all."

"She??? This Tony is a woman? And I've got a lesbian for a daughter!"

Ellen went reeling out of the room and sat down on the couch, weeping bitterly. It wasn't long before Carole came out to her, wrapped in a towel, smelling of perfumed bath salts, with her long hair brushed out and gleaming.

Carole took her mother's hand in hers and said, "I knew you'd have to find out sooner or later. I hope it doesn't change your mind about the money. Tony and I are going to live on the farm together and raise some big money crops and have a good time. Loan me the money now and you'll never have to see me again, if that's what you want. Or you can come visit us and learn what it's like to have a really good time."

"I'll bet it's marijuana you're going to raise, and I'd certainly never come to visit you."

"Don't knock something you haven't tried, Ellen."

"I've tried marijuana and I didn't like it. And it's normal sex, not what girls do to each other!"

"Gals having sex together is the absolute greatest, Ellen. And a woman can outlast a man by a mile." Carole ran her hands through her hair, hugged herself and almost lost her towel and, wearing that dreamy smile on her face, said, "It's something you really ought, to try. You're so uptight you ought to try some of this weed, too. It's really relaxing. Just try a little and you'll see why we want to grow it."

Ellen let herself be talked into smoking some of the marijuana. Though she didn't know it, it was very powerful stuff. And while the smoldering joint was passed back and forth between her lips and those of her daughter, she couldn't help thinking about where her daughter's lips had been.

Carole had undoubtedly kissed this Tony's clit. And there might have been other girls, too. As Ellen puffed on the cigarette, she saw a vision of her daughter lacked in a naked embrace with another woman. She saw her thrashing through a night of unnatural sex in a hotel room bed. She saw Carole simpering up to a gargantuan woman who ware a false cock strapped to her loins, and she didn't like what she was seeing. It made Ellen nervous and fidgety to think those thoughts, and Carole's soft fingers brushing against her knee didn't help this at all.