Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

"You're a peeping-tom? You, Aunt Lynn? I can't believe it!"

"It's true." Her voice was so low even she could barely hear it. Admitting her perversion wasn't easy.

Carey laughed, but it wasn't a put-down laugh. It was a hearty one. He said, "So what's the big deal? Did 'the man' almost bust you? It was close that he didn't see you. The way he was ogling your boobs, he probably couldn't even tell what color your hair was."

"You… you're not upset about me looking'in windows? Don't you realize what I've been doing? I've been spying on everyone. Including you."

She was sure that would properly shock him.

It didn't.

"Hey, that's cool. Did I put on a good performance? If I'd known I had an audience, it would have been even kicker!"

She didn't understand him and said so.

"Look, Aunt Lynn," he explained, "I don't care. Maybe some of the chicks I was with would, but I don't. What you do is different but you're not hurting anyone. You don't take pictures and blackmail anyone. No one knows you do it and you don't try to hurt anyone else. So what's the crime?"

"It's the law."

"Sure and so are a million other dumb things. If somebody doesn't want an audience for their fucking, let 'em close the drapes. That seems simple enough to me."

She had to agree. At least in part. She said, "But it's evil what I've been doing."

"Because the people didn't know you were watching?"

"Yes."

"What if someone who knew your, uh, hungry eyes were devouring their every move agreed to put on a show for you. Would that be wrong?"

"Someone who's an exhibitionist, you mean? I, well, I don't think so. It sounds okay."

"How about me? I really get off on the idea of having someone watch while I'm balling a chick. Add Joanne gets a charge out of performing for an audience, too. She wants to be an actress and is always posing and carrying on."

"You'd let me watch?"

"Sure." He paused, then quietly added, "For a price…"

She felt a cold stab of fear in her guts. "What price?"

"I'm absolutely crazy for you. And I'm not going to let what's happened here tonight go to waste. I want your body. And I think you get a charge out of letting me fuck you."

"Yes," she said slowly. "Your sweet flowing love…" Her voice died to a whisper as she thought how great it was feeling his stream of cum blasting into her cunt and ass. It wasn't bad at all with her nephew. The very fact it wag incest seemed to add something to the lovemaking.

"It's agreed. I'll set up the times and places where you can watch me make it and I'll collect right now. Let's go ball."

"Rut, I mean, isn't this a bit sudden?"

"Sure," he grinned. "So what? I was thinking of doing it on the dining room table. You know what's beside the table? On the wall?"

"No. Oh, yes I do," she said, suddenly understanding. "It's a mirror. We can watch each other as we fuck."

"You can get your jollies in a couple ways. Me, I'll get off just on your tight little cunt."

The next thing he knew, they were on the table and she was opening her legs for him. In the minor beside her she could see her own smooth white flesh. And the tiny triangle of her blonde bush seemed to glisten with the dew drops of her cunt juice. She twisted slightly so she could watch his cock enter her pink pussy lips.

This was going to be more fun than she'd thought!

His body came down on her. She took his weight and gasped when he suddenly slammed forward into her. No preparation, no gentle buildup. He was hot to fuck and he wanted her. He was going to fuck her like an animal.

The very thought made her ready for him.

Twisting, hunching her hips a bit, she was able to slip his cock even farther up her twat. The mirror reflected it all. She could see the broad, meaty shaft of his cock panting her pink, turgid pussy lips. The way his balls hung down partially obscured the scene but she didn't care.

She was taking it all in – in more than one sense.

Seeing his cock slip into her cunt was one thing, feeling it was a totally different trip. She loved the way it stretched her apart. It was so thick she was certain he would tear her in two. He didn't.

When he started fucking, their bodies met in a wet grinding motion that took her breath away. Her tits crushed madly against his almost hairless chest; she felt her nipples expanding as blood pounded into them. Looking to the side, she could see it all.

Her boobs were flattened. She could see the coppery blush of an areola and the fierce red of a nipple as it was squeezed down into the marshmallowy titflesh. Her hip was in the way of a good view of his cock in her twat.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and twisted around a little. This not only pulled him even deeper up her quim, it let her see his balls and cock splitting her apart. She could tell he was aroused and lusting madly for her.

His breath was hot and heavy as he gently licked and nibbled at her earlobe. But most of all, his cock jerked madly at her cunt. She could even see his balls twitching with lust. The heavy cream trapped inside demanded release. The only way out was through the end of his cock his meaty prick thrust all the way up her cunt.

"Keep fucking, damn you," she huskily whispered. "I need you fucking me!"

He began a rhythmic motion in and out of her twat. She tried to squeeze down and hold his cock inside her. She failed. The bubbly frothing of her cunt juice as his cock slid from her seething interior was plainly visible in the minor, though.

She found she could ripple the blood-engorged lips of her cunt to surround his cock as it came rushing back into her belly. The way they lewdly parted sent new tremors of carnal wantonness through her.

"Keep fucking. I love it sooo!"

"And I love you, Aunty. I love to love you. You're so much a woman. And you're tight, virgin tight. But you don't fuck like any virgin. You know all the right things to do."

His words sent her blood pressure soaring. She felt his cock tremble in her sheath. Her cunt pleaded with his prick for more. She had to be fucked hard and fast. Nothing else would satisfy her.

The words he hotly whispered in her shell-like ear pushed her passions to the breaking point. He loved her. He loved her body. He was fucking her because she was a damned good lay. And that coming from a teenager whose sexual experience was even greater than hers.

It was her nephew.

Incest.

The picture of his cock entering her cunt reflected in the minor.

His tongue in her ear.

The weight of his body pressing her tits down into her chest.

His cock dancing savagely in her cunt.

His hips went berserk. He started fucking her with all the fury of a dam breaking. Pistoning back and forth, his cock seared along her twat. His body was demanding. His cock thrust fiercely through the velvet-hung passage of her cunt and set her guts on fire. He was fucking her with all the strength in his youthful body.

She arched her back and took him even deeper into her quim. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than his meaty battering ram of cock smashing into her tender cunt.

When he fountained out his cum, she took it all up her cunt. Her hungering cunt drank it, drop by drop, spurt by spurt. Her hips twisted and turned so that be could corkscrew into her twat. She received the full force of his fucking. Her cunt was ablaze with lust.

She came.

Her universe spun wildly around her in a mixed-up picture puzzle of delight. The minor, her cunt, his red cock slipping into her twat, the table, her boobs pressing against his chest, the pussy lips lewdly smiling at his prick fucked through them, the fire surging through her arteries and blasting into her brain.

The climax was fabulous. The sexual pressures that had built up in her body were eased. She was sated for the moment. She still couldn't take her eyes off the minor, though.