Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

"Something," she sighed. Her hands reached out, slender fingers stroking aver his bulging muscles.

The watching woman couldn't believe her nephew was such a well developed sixteen-year-old. His arms would have done credit to a man tel years his senior. And it was obvious he was able to give pleasure to a woman in bed.

The cheerleader wasn't complaining, she was cheering.

A shiver raced up and down the woman's spine. To be there, legs spread wide, her nephew's cock fucking her, that was a fantasy she loved re-enacting over and over.

But no, it wasn't her split wide for his driving cock. It was a fifteen-year-old whore. A slut who'd put out for anyone. She wasn't in bed with her nephew and he wasn't fucking the hell out of her.

It was Joanne in there enjoying the pleasures of his body. Grooving on the pleasure of having his virile cock thrust into her cunt.

"I just can't, ungh, hold back much longer. Fast, God, here it comes fast, freight train fast! Your cunt, God, oh Christ!"

The way the girl arced her back as the boy drove forward told the woman they were both getting their rocks off. The teenager's balls would be pumping spurt after hot, creamy spurt up that young pussy. And that pussy would be slurping it all up like a man lost in the desert finding water.

Their bodies rolled over and over on the bed.

Locked together at the groin, it was obvious he was still fucking her. The girl shrieked out her passions once more and then limply collapsed.

The boy pulled her to him, crushing her tits against his chest. Softly, he stroked her hair and gently crooned to her, "So nice, so good, you're the greatest, darling, simply the greatest."

She snuggled closer and began stroking her long fingers over his hairless chest. Her words were muffled, but Lynn thought she caught them.

"You're a real stud, Carey. The best Goddamn lay in the whole fuckin' high school. Nobody's better'n you. Nobody!"

"You say that to all the guys, I bet."

"Hell, no. Only the ones who can get me off four times. Or was it five? I lost count…" and her voice drifted off as their young mouths were engaged in more interesting pursuits than talking.

Lynn watched as they kissed, wondering what it was like having a man's tongue invade her mouth, stroke along her tongue, make her feel… feel… feel how?

She didn't know.

Her experience in bed was strictly limiteded. This was why getting her thrills watching others was so exciting. It was better than letting a beast cram his thing into her until he spewed out his filthy gunk into her hole.

Yet, doubt assailed her. Carey and Joanne seemed to both enjoy sex. Most of the people she watched seemed to.

In that lay her own enjoyment. What she was seeing was something different from actually doing. Watching was better, finer, cleaner.

She quietly left the window, the sounds of sweaty body sliding against equally sweaty naked body, and went back to her room, her cunt momentarily sated.

Supper was as usual. Dolly, her older sister by two years, and her husband Dan were shoveling away the food as if there was no tomorrow. She couldn't understand how they avoided middle-aged spread. Both had.

"So I said to that bid son of a bitch, 'Look here, Mr. Fontaine, if I don't get that raise, I'll take up Breckinridge's offer and leave you to run this office all by yourself.'"

"What'd old prune-face have to say then?" asked Dolly.

"What could he say? The bastard doesn't have any balls. He gave me the raise – and ready for this? – he gave me a two-week vacation starting next Monday!"

"Two weeks!" shrieked Dolly. "That's wonderful!"

"Sure is, Dolly my love. I was thinking we could take a second honeymoon, just you and me and go over to Vegas. Maybe go through the marriage jazz again. Nothing wrong with you being my second wife as well as my first."

Lynn felt uneasy with such conversation. The two were too open about personal matters to make her comfortable. And the way they carried on about sexual things, no wonder their son had turned into a sex maniac balling any chick who'd open her legs for him.

She didn't much care for the filthy language they used either, but she couldn't say too much. They were kind enough to let her stay in their home after she'd lost the job after the company went down the tubes, she quickly corrected. She was a good secretary. It wasn't her fault the company had gone bankrupt and there were no openings for secretaries right now.

She owed them much. But she wished to high Heaven they didn't swear so much. And in front of Carey.

The light in Dolly's eyes grew. "A second honeymoon. And getting married again. But, hey, wouldn't that be bigamy, getting married without getting a divorce first?"

"Hell, babe, if I gotta do time for bigamy, there's no one else in the whole Goddamn world I'd rather do it with than you."

"Or anything else," Dolly muttered, thinking Lynn couldn't hear her. Her sister was always doing that as if she didn't want to embarrass her.

"Yeah, that'd be a kick, having two wives…"

"What?"

"… two wives just like you. Twins, you know? Both of them in bed with me and doing…"

"Dan, shut your mouth," snapped Lynn.

"Sorry, Lynn. Didn't meant to upset you like that." He didn't sound the least bit contrite and Carey snickered a little.

"And you shut your mouth, young man. You're getting left behind on this little vacation. Your Aunt Lynn's going to have to look after you for a couple weeks."

"Aw, Mom, I didn't mean anything by it."

"The hell you didn't. But, Lynn, you don't mind staying here and looking after Carey, do you? It is sort of a chance for a second honeymoon and Dan's been working his ass off lately."

Lynn sniffed slightly, then said, "Of course not. You two have put me up and helped me when I needed it. This is the least I can do to repay your kindness."

Dan looked relieved and Dolly said, "Please, Lynn, don't think you have to owe us anything. You're family. We look after our own. But you're such a dear to run herd on Carey for us," she quickly added before her sister could change her mind.

"Aw, Mom, I don't need a babysitter I can look after myself. Hell, I'm sixteen years old!"

Dan snorted and said, "A babysitter's the last thing you need. You'd have her knocked up so fast it'd make even my head spin. No, son, what you need is someone, to do the cooking for you. Hamburgers and Cokes and peanut butter sandwiches for two weeks isn't the kind of diet I'd wish off on anyone. Even you, and you'd enjoy the hell out of it."

Carey resigned himself to silence. But secretly be was gloating. This was going to be a real blast. He could out-think Aunt Lynn any time of the day and twice on Sundays. He'd get her out and…

"And you'd better not throw any big parties while we're gone, either," said Dolly to her son. "I remembered the last one. Where was it, Dan? Oh, yes, over at the Hurwell's. Damned near wrecked the house."

"I won't allow anything like that to happen, Dolly. You can count on it," primly said Lynn, glaring at Carey.

The teenager looked at his aunt and, tried to figure her out. He couldn't do it. She was only a couple years younger than his mother but seemed older, lots older, maybe even sixty. A real prude, she seemed to think anything having to do with sex was dirty. He still, remembered the fuss she'd raised when she'd found the copy of Hustler under his bed. She hadn't said anything to his parents, as if they would have really cared.

The Martin family had a loose and easy attitude towards sex. Carey knew his father and mother would raise hell if they actually caught him with Joanne, fucking her cross-eyed, but they knew he wasn't a virgin. They just assumed he wasn't.

And their own attitudes were open. How his mother could be such a neat person and her sister such an old stick-in-the-mad, he couldn't figure out.