Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

Watching as his cock slid out of her cunt was nothing less than a miracle. Seeing it happen made her excited anew. She wanted to fuck some more but knew it couldn't be with her nephew. He was totally depleted.

She sighed and then smiled at him. He grinned back and quietly went in search of his discarded jeans. Lynn knew this arrangement between them was to her benefit.

Seeing the young teenager leave the room, she wondered if he really got off on balling before an audience or not.

But what did it matter?

"I'm a bit disappointed in our kid, Dolly," said Dan Martin. "The place doesn't look like a disaster area. And the neighbors said they only had to call the cops once before the party broke up. What's this younger generation coming to?"

"I suppose Lynn put a stop to it," Dolly said, her voice almost accusing.

"Damn right I did," snapped Lynn. She blushed, realizing exactly what she'd said. Never before had she swore in front of her sister or brother-in-law. She hoped they didn't think anything was amiss. That would ruin her plans totally.

"Spoilsport," Dan said. "Still, it's more or less what we left you in charge for. As long as they didn't start smoking dope or anything like that, I didn't mind what the hell they did."

"I kept them in place," Lynn said, her voice slightly dreamy. She remembered the places Carey had been up her ass and her cunt. And the places she'd been were just as much fun. Watching Sheryle get her butt fucked after the fellatio with the stud sporting the nine-inch boner had been a turn-on. And letting Joanne stick her tongue up her cunt and returning the favor by eating the girl out. Oh, she'd been places she'd never been before.

"Is anything wrong, Lynn?" asked Dolly. "You had the strangest look on your face. The kids didn't do anything really vile, did they?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I was just thinking back to when we were young. Parties like this never happened."

"The hell they didn't," said Dolly. "You just never went to any of them. And from the sound of this party, it could have been a milk and cookies affair." She sighed, shoulders slumping a little. It was obvious she had secretly hoped Carey would be able to uncork with a ripsnorter of a party.

If she only knew!

"I assure you, Dolly, that none of the kids did anything I wouldn't personally do," Lynn primly said.

"Damn," muttered Dan under his breath, Lynn only smiled, the corners of her mouth dancing. It was obvious her difference in attitudes on things sexual didn't show. She'd been afraid they would. Not really knowing what to expect, she'd feared the worst. They wouldn't brand her with a red "A" or anything like that she hadn't committed adultery but what she had done was pretty wild.

For her.

She had to keep reminding herself the teenagers were a lot more sophisticated than she'd imagined. And the tricks they'd shown her! All Dan and Dolly knew about was the single party when the cops came out. They hadn't heard about the other, quieter, parties.

Nothing but one giant sex orgy!

Changing the subject, Lynn asked, "And how was your second honeymoon?"

"Better," said Dan. "We weren't nervous newlyweds this time. We had one hell of a good time fucking our brains out." He looked at his sister-in-law for a reaction. His eyebrows raised a little when she not only didn't blush, but actually smiled.

"That's nice. Now, if you will excuse me, I've got to go look into some things." She pushed her chair back from the dinner table and left.

As she was going from the room, she heard Dolly saying. "She seems different, but damned if I know how."

Dan replied: "I agree. There's something, but it's nothing I can put my finger on. Maybe she likes playing the martinet with the kids."

Lynn smiled even more broadly. Not the martinet. The tyrant role wasn't her style at all. The spy was. She quickly, quietly moved to the back and slipped along the fence. In the far corner of the back yard was a dense blackness created by a few shade trees. This time of year, they were in full bloom and the soft ground underneath wasn't visible from the house.

But she knew exactly where to look and for what.

The voices came to her, "I love you with all my life, darling. Never have I loved anyone more."

"Not even your aunt?"

"Hell, no. That's different. You're my age. And you're agile. The way your pussy clings to my cock as I stuff it in…"

"Talk, talk, talk, that's all you ever do," came Joanne's voice.

"How's this?"

"Ummm, that finger up my cunt is nice. It makes me feel sexy. But I want something else up there."

"You're juicy enough. Your cunt seems to be begging for my cock."

"It is. I am."

"Then spread those lovely legs and let me in!" Lynn moved silent as a ghost and saw the two white forms in the darkness. Her nephew was gliding between the widespread legs if his girlfriend. She was pulling her legs up and putting them over his shoulders. The woman didn't see how the girl could do it until she remembered she was athletic, a cheerleader.

"So how am I supposed to fuck you?" he demanded. "Your legs are pressing me back."

"Just like you're doing a pushup. Your cock'll come right to home base. Try it."

He did and immediately both sighed loudly.

Lynn could see everything. His cock drove straight and true-into the brown patch of her bush. He doubled her up with every downward stroke. But she guessed he was penetrating the girl's body farther than would have been possible in any other position.

She loved watching the two of them fuck. They were so good together. It was like poetry the way they flowed, the way their bodies mingled. Seeing his cock vanish between the pink sex lips was the most erotic thing the woman could ever think of.

She noticed that her hand was straying down to her own crotch. Lifting her dress, she quickly went to her new panties the crotchless ones. Her fingers slipped easily between the lace ruffles and all the way up her twat.

Safely surrounded by the juicy warmth of her cunt, she began wiggling the fingers around. The velvet softness of her pussy walls stimulated her. Seeing the two fucking made her even more aware of her own body.

She knew what it was like getting that long cock into her twat. A finger wiggled and rolled around to give her a twinge of delight. A second finger joined the fist. Her cunt was filling up.

It was filling up just like the teenaged girl's was tut hers was getting meaty, throbbingly alive cock. The sight of that shaft disappearing into her cunt made the woman's breath come hot and heavy.

She heard the soft voices, "Fuck me harder, deeper! I love the way it's going in!"

"Harder? Damned if I can! I'm at the limit. But for your tight little pussy, I'll try."

And he did. She saw his naked hips flash white in the darkness, almost blurring as they moved with lightning speed. The friction he was building up in the girl's twat must be pushing her toward orgasm. There was no way her young body could endure more of this frenetic fucking. He was shoving it to her as fast as he could.

The friction would be burning her cunt walls. Her body twitched in response. The little clit was poking its head up to see what was happening. It received attention. A lightning blast of searing sexual electricity surged into her body.

Faster and faster came the cock. Body coated with a thin sheen of sweat, the youth was doing his damnedest to give the girl the fucking of her young life.

A third finger joined the other two up the woman's twat as she watched. Her tits were cruelly imprisoned in a bra. A hand reached under one of the cups and found an aroused nipple. Fingers in her cunt working back and forth, another pressing into her nipple, she was feeling weaker and weaker in response.