Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

Somehow, she didn't.

Lynn wasn't totally disappointed. She found that getting her ass screwed was everything she'd thought it would be. Getting off three or four times, she'd had the best experience in her life. And eating out the snatch at the same time had been downright kinky. All this was a wild, wonderfully new sexual thrill for her.

But it wasn't enough. There had to be more.

Carey had rolled across the floor and was propped up against the sofa. In a tired voice he said, "You two broads'll wear me to a nubbin. Just look at it!"

They all looked at his prick. It was so tiny, so deflated-looking, they had to laugh.

Joanne said, "If I know you, lover boy, it'll be as goad as new in a few minutes."

"Don't count on it. My aunt's got an awfully greedy little ass. She sucked me out good. It was like being plugged into a milking machine."

"And how would you know what that's like?" demanded Lynn. "You've never been on a farm in your life."

"I'm guessing. But it must be something!"

"Next thing you know, Aunt Lynn," said Joanne, "he'll be wanting to follow the little animals around, fucking them."

Lynn was shocked. Even though she knew the girl was joking, the idea of actually balling an animal was so… words failed her. Disgusting and perverted and lewd and all the others just weren't strong enough.

She wandered what it would be like.

"I might do just that," declared Carey. "At least they wouldn't sit around Mother naked and make all these snide comments. Did you like it or didn't you?"

Lynn couldn't tell who he was asking. She nodded.

"You bet!" Joanne cried.

Before Lynn could add her own comments, the doorbell rang. They all froze for a moment. Raw naked, they couldn't possibly answer the door. Lynn grabbed her dress and quickly slipped into it, ignoring all her undergarments. There simply wasn't time for the bra or garter belt or hose or even her panties.

Slipping into her shoes, she felt positively lewd. Her nipples poked impudently against the hin material of the dress. The paisley print had never looked sexier on her and she knew it.

It was embarrassing.

Doubly so when Carey let out a loud, long wolf whistle.

"Shut up, you, and get dressed! And tell the others to do the same. I bet it's the man!" snapped Joanne.

Lynn didn't quite understand what that meant. Whoever "the man" was, they were hustling faster now than she would have thought possible. There was more than a touch of fear in her own actions as she went to the door.

From behind her, she heard Joanne's low, "Cripes, it is the heat."

Two policemen stood in their blue uniforms looking bored.

"Evening, ma'am. We got a report of a loud party going on here. Uh, would you mind quieting it down?" His eyes were drinking in the fact she wore no bra.

Lynn was acutely aware he was staring down her unbuttoned neckline and at the snowy whiteness of her boobs. She was about to say something to him about it when she realized they could all be arrested if she didn't play this right.

He was a man doing a boring job. Let him get his kicks, if only by watching.

Watching. That was Lynn's specialty. She ought to be able to give him a full dose of what she dug the most.

She took a deep breath. Her breasts heaved up, bulging over the loose rim of her neckline. Her nipples were expanding as the man watched. There was no doubt he was getting a hard-on. She could see the bulge growing in his uniform trousers.

His partner quickly cut in, his own voice a bit distracted, "Look, uh, lady. We don't want to do anything. You know. But the, uh…"

He faltered, losing the train of thought as one of Lynn's tits almost came tumbling out as she turned to faces him. Carelessly slipping her hand to her throat did nothing to put the tit back into the garment. If anything, it emphasized the fact it was about ready to come tumbling out.

"The party?" she prompted.

"Uh, yeah. You're making a lot of noise. The neighbors are raising a fuss over it."

"If we quiet down, will that be okay with everyone concerned?" Lynn horrified herself at how sexy she was sounding. Her words were innocuous, her tone was a hooker's come-on.

"It'll suit us."

"I'll tell everyone to keep it down." She pointedly looked at the cop's hard-on. "Everyone," she repeated for emphasis. He blushed furiously and turned away from her.

The other cop tipped his hat and said, "If there's ever anything I… uh, we can do, just let me know."

"I'll be sure to ring you, officer." The odd look on the cop's face told her she'd said something she hadn't meant to. He did a double take, then grinned from ear to ear.

"Okay. I'll remember that. You live here?"

He scribbled something down and went off without another word, whistling a springly tune, off key.

Lynn closed the door and let out a deep sigh.

Carey said, "That was damned close. I told the gang to split. I don't want this kind of thing getting around. I'm going to catch hell with Mom and Dad over it as is."

"Don't worry. I'll tell them it was my party." She looked at her nephew, then said, "It was in a way, you know. I had a real ball!"

Carey laughed.

"Where's Joanne? You didn't send your girlfriend home, too? That's not right!"

"Aunt. Lynn, when the man comes down on you, you split. Fast. There's no telling what some of these dudes might have had on them. Heavy time doesn't appeal to any of them. But you handled the cop real well."

She suddenly turned white as a ghost. She had been so nervous when she went to the door, she hadn't recognized the one cop. The one she'd said she'd ring had been the officer chasing her up on the lover's lane. It was a good thing he hadn't recognized her.

If he had, she could be in jail. Not only for the wild party but for voyeurism.

"What's wrong, Aunt Lynn? You suddenly looked like you were getting ready to faint. Here, sit down and relax. It wasn't all that bad. I mean, Christ, nobody's going to be stupid enough to bring really hard stuff to a party like this. I'd bust their heads open if I found out."

She didn't even hear him. The thought of being locked up for peeping in other people's window, spying on teenaged couples fucking in their cars, the humiliation of it being in the newspapers, all this and more suddenly hit the woman. She had a lot to lose and hadn't even known it when she answered the door.

"Drink this," he said, handing her a cognac.

She downed it without even tasting the fiery amber liquor. She silently held out the empty snifter for another. This one caused her to choke. She was slowly coming out of her shock.

"Look, Aunt Lynn, there's more to this than a noisy party. That's nothing to get worked up about. And you, hell, you could get us out in nothing flat if they ran the whole pack of us in."

"Why?"

"You're an upstanding citizen."

She turned even whiter.

This time, Carey realized it wasn't the party which had scared her so. It was something else.

"What you been up to, Aunt Lynn? That cop know you from somewhere else?"

Thoughts of her hooking on the side momentarily flashed through his brain. He immediately tossed them aside as ridiculous. His Aunt Lynn would never be a common hooker. Not even a high-priced call girl. The sex was all too fresh and new to her. It had to be something she considered equally bad, though, to provoke such a response.

"I… I saw him the other night." Each word was drenched in molasses. None wanted to come out.

"Where did you see him?"

"Roxbury Lane."

"The lover's lane? What the hell were you doing up there? Spying on the kids who were…" The teenager's voice trailed off. His aunt had a stricken look. He'd hit on the right answer by pure guesswork.