Jerry Milner: Depraved aunt

But the dildo was there, so deep in her cunt it felt like it was splitting her – wonderfully! – and she worked it around and around with her fist, stirring up her guts and her long dormant soul with the steadily buzzing device.

But it wasn't buzzing any more. She stopped long enough to twist the knob, with no results at all. She had waited top long to be denied any part of this cataclysmic reawakening, and so she angrily took the damned thing from her silently protesting cunt and shook it, and still it remained silent and dead.

"Fucking batteries!" she shrieked, and threw it across the room and against the wall. "They're dead! I can't rely on a man, I can't rely on a Goddamned thing!"

She rose to go after it, rage competing with an unholy lust that seethed through every part of her body. Her pouting cuntlips slithered against each other as she strode across the room. And each of her steps jarred up through her legs to her cunt and her clitoris, her whole body feeling like one big, throbbing cunt.

"I'd take on every man in the neighborhood right now! Goddamnit, I would!"

She knelt to retrieve the dildo and make the best of things with a pair of dead batteries. When she found she'd shattered the wonderful thing she collapsed on the carpet and cried. She rolled about sobbing, clutching hard at her aching cunt with both hands, knowing it would be weeks before the mailman would come with another package for her.

"God damn it! I need to be fucked!"

Ellen shouted, and then fell very silent as she heard her door chimes ring. She was muttering to herself as she got up and hid the broken dildo and her discarded panties under the couch, and as she carried her shorts toward her front door.

"Maybe it's the mailman. If it is, I'll fuck him, I don't care. Man or woman, girl or boy, I'll swear I'll fuck whoever it is at that door. No, damnit! Fucking a man means involvement, and I'm just not ready for that. And with a woman, it'd probably be worse. I'll see if I can call and rush order a new dildo. I'll use my damned fingers till it…"

Ellen paused in donning her shorts, for there through the peephole in her door she could see the anxious face of her nephew, Jim, the son of her older brother, Ray, who was divorced. Jim was a healthy, handsome, horny boy who had often looked at his Aunt Ellen – and his cousin Carole – in a furtively lustful way. That boy was safe. Just half Ellen's age, and her nephew, there was no way in the world she could get emotionally involved with him. Ellen was smiling and licking her plump underlip as she slithered her shorts on up her warmly tingling thighs, as she wriggled her shapely hips and worked the single layer of cloth over her hotly squirming asscheeks. She was sure he was an innocent. She could get him to do almost anything, and he'd be soared to death to breathe a word of it. Her cunt was so swollen and hot she could hardly close the zipper that ran up the front of her shorts. She covered her bared tit, then quickly retied her halter so it showed more of both of her creamy white mounds. Her hands were shaking as they smoothed over her very tight shorts, shorts which clasped against her cunt and clung to her ass like a sucking mouth. She saw that Jim had a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he turned to ring her chimes again, and if he was as eager to see her as that, she was more than ready to welcome him.

Jim couldn't keep from staring every time he saw his Aunt Ellen, and this time was no exception. She stood framed in the doorway, just the same height as he was, beaming a ruby-lipped smile at him, blue eyes flashing brightly, and so much of her fabulous figure to be seen that Jim's cock started throbbing to life.

The deep cleavage between her tits was there to be seen, and her tits bulged her halter top full. Her waist was all naked and slender and velvety-soft looking, and there in the center of it was her belly button, a little miniature cunt. Her shorts were cut low on her tummy and rose high on her thighs, and they were tight. They clasped her smoothly curvaceous hips as if they were made of white rubber, and their crotch clearly outlined the bulge of her cunt. Her naked legs, smoothly shaven, flawless, satiny white, moved softly against each other as she stood with one dimpled knee bent forward and the toes of that foot wriggling against the toes of the other. She held out her arms to him in the friendliest manner she'd ever shown.

"Jim! How good to see you. And you've brought me flowers! How did you know what my weakness was?"

Ellen knew what his weakness was. It was right there in his tight, faded jeans. And his weakness was spreading out from there to all over his body.

"Daisies! At least a dozen of them!" she gushed, as she led him inside. "And you're going to get a nice, big thank you kiss for each and every one of them."

With the front door safely on its chain again, Ellen delivered her kisses. She kissed her nephew on the mouth and on each of his cheeks, she kissed his eyes and his ears and his chin and his throat. She held his face in her eager hands and smacked very warm kisses all over it, while she artfully wriggled her thinly clad tits and her naked flesh against him all she possibly could. She felt giddy and hot with refreshed desire when at last she stopped with her kissing, and he looked all flushed and feverish and just about to faint. And there in the front of his jeans – she had felt it, and now she saw it – his cock had the thin blue material all tented out. She took the flowers from his hand and sashayed off with them, quite confident that he'd follow.

His Aunt Ellen's butts were winking and squirming and beckoning, and Jim dazedly followed behind them. Her shorts were so brief he could see quite a let of bare ass underneath them, and he wanted to get down on his knees and crawl up real close behind her and see even more. He wanted to stick his nose up between those squirming asscheeks and breathe very deeply, for there was a sweet, feminine animal perfume to her kisses that made him want to smell even more of her. He adjusted his rigidly hard cock in his pants as he followed her into her kitchen, although touching his cock hi any way at all had suddenly become a very dangerous thing to do.

Now that her mind was made up, Ellen couldn't keep away from the handsome, blond-haired boy she was going to seduce. Going to? She was already well into it, and quite unashamedly getting deeper involved with it, stopping to give him more of her warmest kisses she put the daisies in a vase.

She took his hand in hers and dragged him back to her living room, where she put the flowers on the table in front of the couch. She stood with her arm about his waist, admiring them. She knew she had to go slowly with him or she might scare him away. But kisses were safe enough, they'd already been started between them, and they invariably led to better things.

She turned him to face her. She slung her arms about his neck and she thrust her pelvis against his, her hotly throbbing cunt against the base of his cock, and she said, "You got a nice kiss for each of the flowers, Jim. Now I'm going to give you another kiss for the whole bouquet." Her lips pursed and parted as they moved toward his wide-eyed, lipstick-smeared face.

Jim saw those fantastic red lips coming, with the pearly white teeth with the flashing pink tongue in between them. He had kissed a few girls, but never a woman, and certainly never a woman as sexy and beautiful as his aunt. But he wasn't kissing her, she was kissing him, and she knew how to kiss, all right.

He felt the kiss right down to his toes, felt her soft, strong arms tighten about his neck, felt her big, soft tits push insistently against his chest, felt her belly against his and her naked thighs warm against his legs. And he felt the firm, very warm bulge of her cunt pushing, pushing up at the base of his cock, and now as he felt her slithery warm tongue snake into his mouth, Jim's cock gave a surge and started squirting inside his shorts.