Robert Vickers: Peeping aunt

And it died too soon!

She wanted more! Lots more!

"Don't stop, please, Joanne, don't!" she begged. "I love the feel of your tongue all over my snatch." The word slipped out of her mouth before she realized it. She'd actually said one of those awful words which so revolted her. And she meant it. She really meant to say "snatch" and not anything else.

"My… my cunt needs your tongue!" There, she'd said it finally. And she found it wasn't so bad. It was only a word.

"To hell with that, Joanne. Look," said Carey.

Both women turned and saw he had a raging hardon. Joanne smiled slyly and then dropped back flat on the carpet, saying. "Okay, lover boy. Let's see you and Aunty Lynn get it on!"

Lynn felt her entire body tense. This was the moment she'd wanted to happen for so long and now she was terrified.

Carey stood up and proudly displayed his erection. It looked like a flagpole to the woman. She swallowed hard. It was long, lots longer than she'd believed possible. Seeing it in the dark, through a window, distorted things more than she'd have thought possible.

"I… I don't know about this Carey. I mean, you're my nephew and…"

"And nothing, Aunt Lynn. You wanted this. And by God, I'm going to give it to you!"

Thoughts of all the other girls he'd fucked flashed through her mind. She couldn't even remember how many there had been.

The times with Joanne were the most recent. The cute brunette cheerleader was a really foxy girl. It was obvious why Carey got off fucking her. Not only was she pretty, she seemed to be awfully experienced in bed. She could return his fucking, blow for blow, so to speak.

There were so many other things about Joanne that would appeal to Carey. Lynn knew them all. She'd watched, she'd listened. She knew. There was the tightness of her cunt. He'd remarked over and over how tight she was. And he hadn't been putting her on either, not for the sake of an easy lay.

He'd meant it. Her tight pussy was just part of a very attractive – no, seductive! – package.

And before her was Diane. Lynn still remembered the bantering on the telephone is he'd teased Joanne with the promise of inviting the sexy Diane. The way he'd approached her in bed was totally different, Lynn remembered.

But that hadn't stopped him when he'd fucked Sheryle, lovely blonde Sheryle. She'd been a virgin and he'd been gentle with her. Slowly leading her through the intricate ways of sex, he'd shown her what a thrill it was. And Lynn could see the results.

The girl had turned into a sex fiend. She couldn't get enough cock. It appeared that she balled every boy in the school, including the one with the nine-incher, until they all dropped. All except Carey. He was able to match her stroke for stroke. He was her instructor in a very real sense.

Arid before Sheryle? Lynn had problems remembering. There had been the one who insisted the teenager use a French tickler. The wiggly rubber contraption had looked so funny it was all she could do to keep from laughing. His cock was firm and erect and had all those little rubber prongs coming out of it.

The ecstasy they'd both gotten as they screwed was undeniable, however. There was something about having that tickler crammed up her quim that turned that girl on more than anything else.

And Carey had been willing.

In all her spying on her nephew, she'd never heard him turn down a chick. Some of the requests for sex had been bizarre, or seemed that way to her. She was only beginning to realize how little she actually knew of the many and varied ways of fucking.

Carey seemed to know them all. And he was only sixteen.

It didn't seem fair!

Lynn said, "You'll never know how much I've lusted after you. Really and truly lusted. I've been wa…" She bit off her sentence in time. It simply wouldn't do to let him know she'd been spying on him all this time. He might refused to give her his cock!

She'd die before she gave up that sexual treat!

The thought of having that dancing, gorgeous red prick withheld from her was a thought almost too brutal to bear. She realized then that she'd let her nephew do whatever he wanted to her. He was the expert. A sixteen-year-old and he was more knowledgeable than she was.

It hardly seemed light.

But Lynn could change all that. She could learn as much as she could from the youth. He didn't have any monopoly on things sexual. With all her vast experience watching, she was positive she could bring a few tricks to him that he'd never dreamed of.

She hoped.

"So my very own Aunt has been wanting my bod. That's really quite flattering, Aunt Lynn. Really it is. And you know something? You're not all that bad, yourself."

His eyes told her he wasn't lying. The way he looked at her made her certain she was the only woman in the world right for him. Just her and her nephew. They were a pair unique. The rest of the people were excluded from their small circle.

"So get it on, lover boy," said Joanne. "I want to watch? I think it'd be really fun."

Lynn shot a look at the brunette, but the girl didn't seem to be sarcastic. She meant what she said. She wasn't implying that she knew of Lynn's own voyeuristic expeditions.

Lynn took a deep breath, her tits bouncing when she did.

"Watch that," Carey said. "If you keep those boobs bouncing around like that, I won't be able to control myself."

"There didn't seem to be any trouble earlier," she taunted.

"I wasn't thinking about balling my own aunt. The fact you are my aunt and that you look so damn much like Mother really gets me hot. My cock is actually hurting, just thinking about it."

Lynn blinked twice. It hadn't occurred to her that the appeal she held for the boy would be that she looked like his mother. But it was true. When she didn't dress older than she was, the woman did resemble her older sister a great deal.

But what the hell? What difference was it whether her nephew wanted to fuck her for herself or because she looked like his mother? As long as he screwed her!

"Is that all you do, just sit and talk? Or can you perform as well?"

"I perform very well. Or so I'm told."

"Show me."

"Glad to, dear aunt. In fact, it'll be my… our… pleasure!"

He reached out and she slipped down into the circle of his arms. They felt so strong around her she could barely believe it. This couldn't be happening to her. Not to her, the spinster, the professional virgin and man-hater. It just couldn't.

And certainly not with her very own flesh and blood. This was her nephew!

But it was happening.

She knew it the instant his ups touched hers. An incredible sexual charge seemed to flow into her body. His very kiss was like a drink from the Fountain of Youth. He brought her everything she'd been missing for so many yean.

The way his arms pulled her down onto his body crushed her jugs flat. She tried to resist and found his arms too strong. There was no escaping epen if she wanted to now.

Her nipples hardened with lust as the kiss deepened. She felt her tits become like overinflated balloons. Blood pounded heavily into those mounds of titflesh. She was more excited than she could remember being in years.

And all because of her nephew.

Damn, but that kid could kiss!

It wasn't just a simple kiss. She thought she knew alt about kissing. It looked so simple. Mouth pressed to mouth and that was it. The woman found she was wrong, very wrong.

Parting her lips slightly allowed the boy's tongue to come racing into her mouth. There, it frolicked and cavorted around like a frisky puppy. It touched and stroked and stimulated hers. She tried to press down hard on the teenager's swirling tongue and found herself engaged in an erotic hide-and-seek.

No matter how hard she tried to pin him down, he managed to slither away. She found it sexually exciting trying to capture his tongue with hers. And when she was lured into pursuit, the kiss took on brand new dimensions she could never have guessed just from window peeping.