Robert Vickers: Peeping aunt

Even the way his Aunt Lynn dressed was years older than her actual age. Paisley print, for Christ's sake! She lacked everything that would have made her attractive, yet he could see her beauty lurking. Some makeup, a change of clothes, getting a different hairdo anything but that tight topknot and maybe loosening up and she'd be dynamite. She had a good figure but contrived to hide it under loose clothing. And her legs weren't all that bad, either.

Carey found himself looking at his aunt with more than a little lust now and then. His father said that was okay, he was a growing boy and trying to get all the sex stuff sorted out in his head. He'd mumbled something about Freud the boy didn't understand, but all he really knew was that his aunt could have been a hell of a lot sexier than she was.

The only thing lacking in the perfect picture of an old maid was the orthopedic shoes.

No, he wouldn't have any trouble slipping Joanne in and out of the house while his parents were gone. And Aunt Lynn would have to do shopping and go on a few job interviews, and the like the could cut class and have the house to himself.

As if reading his mind, Dan said, "If you do drink any of the booze, you better replace it, kiddo. And don't get caught buying it. You have friends old enough. Let them do it. Are you tracking me?"

He was.

His father was understanding. He knew what it was like to be young, perhaps because he himself had never stopped. There would be a wild free-for-all party while they were gone, both Dan and Dolly knew it. But Dan was just warning his son to keep it cool and the crack about the booze told him in a roundabout fashion: liquor is okay but no dope.

Carey thought those pound rules were just fine. Aunt Lynn, however, obviously took the words to mean what they literally sounded like. Carey shrugged it off. There was time to deal with his aunt later.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Carey found he was so worn out from his all-night lovemaking from the night before, he wanted to go to bed early. To sleep.

Lynn wasn't the least bit tired. She was, if anything, keyed up. There was an electric tension in the air between Dolly and Dan. The way they looked at each other all night long told her that the raise and vacation had punched all the right buttons. They excused themselves early, pleading tiredness.

But it wasn't sleep Lynn saw in their eyes. And the tension in the air had been repressed sexual desire. They wanted to get it on hot and heavy but couldn't not there with Lynn watching. Retiring to their bedroom and shutting the door was their answer for a little privacy.

Lynn tried watching television for a while longer and found her mind drifting in directions she didn't like. This peeping-tom business bothered her. She knew she got off on it in a big way but it still bothered her. It was wrong. She shouldn't do it.

The simple fact was that she couldn't stop herself.

Sitting and watching television would be dull in comparison to seeing what was happening between Dolly and Dan.

As if her feet had minds of their own, she found herself slipping out the back door and around the house to her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom window. The night was warm but it was a lot hotter inside.

"So where did you say you wanted it?" Lynn heard Dan's voice say.

"Where do you think, silly? There, ohhhh, yesss! No, dammit, not that hole!"

"Why not? Seems like a nice, tight fit to me. Maybe too damn tight. A nice asshole, but that figures. You've got such a nice ass. Every time you wiggle that perky behind gets me hard."

"Really?"

"Sure, babe. Just wiggle your bottom right now and see what happens. Yeah, like that. Hey, that feels good. Al that nice ass flesh on either side of my cock, rubbing against the sides. Hmmmm, yeah, real good."

"Easy for you to say when I'm doubled up like a pretzel."

Lynn's blonde head poked up over the window sill. She had to see what was happening. On the bed, sheets thrown back, was Dolly, with her legs doubled up and knees pressing firmly down into her generous boobs. Dan's arms were around her, holding her in the position while his cock teased at her asshole.

A tingle of delight surged through Lynn's body. Illicit delight, joy at watching two people fuck.

She felt a momentary fear and a desire to run, bide, cry. But the hypnotic effect of the two in front of her, passionately wrestling, held her. She was enthralled by the closeness of their bodies. The way the man's cock speared out to lightly probe into the upturned asshole made her quiver with anticipation.

Would he shove it all the way in? Would he fuck her ass? Could he keep her in such a position while he greeked her?

The questions were never answered, because he quickly switched the locale of his lovemaking. Releasing the pressure on the woman's legs a little, he wetly slipped forward. The slickness of the woman's genitals was obvious to the woman crouched outside the window.

The way her sister moaned, she knew a cock had been shoved all the way up her cunt. It had the sound of it in her voice. Of the many times Lynn had hidden, watching, listening, she'd discovered a difference in the quality of sounds made by men and women.

A moan contained subtle undertones only someone like her could ever detect. She wasn't wrapped up in the fucking. It was an objective decision; one based on long observation.

This moan told her the woman loved the way a long, throbbing alive prick was shoved into her twat.

"Keep it there," she said, "just let it stay there for a while. Don't move it around."

"Don't move what around?" the man demanded. "This?"

"Ummm, oh, shut! Yes, damn you, that! Just keep me plugged up with that hunk of manmeat for a while."

"Manmeat?" he asked. "What's that? Tell me what you want. Exactly."

Lynn shuddered and it wasn't from cold. The night was hot, sticky, just like her cunt was becoming from watching. It was from the words spoken. She never understood how two people could tolerate such vulgar speech. They actually seemed to get a charge out of saying those vile things to each other. It was almost a game with Dan and Dolly.

"Your cock, your thick, cum-filled pecker, your pecker head! I want it in my cunt."

"You said 'it' again. I don't know what you mean." He twitched his hips and spiraled his cock around inside her frothy cauldron. Her cunt was being stirred by the best rod imaginable and the woman let him know it.

"Your prick in my twat, that's what I mean! And I love it when you move around inside me like that. My pussy gets all tensed up and begins to feel ripply, you know?"

"Goddamn, how could I not know!" he exclaimed. "You're clamping down on my cock like you're already getting off."

"Mmmmm," came the soft sigh.

Lynn looked and couldn't see what was happening. Changing angles, she finally positioned herself so that she could see the bureau minor. With the angle she had added to the mirror's reflection, she could see everything the two did.

The man's hips were making tiny jutting motions. As if hying to drive his already ensheathed cock even deeper into her belly, he kept moving. Lynn began to wonder. What did that feel like? Was it like stuffing a vibrator up her cunt? But a fleshy, meaty, warm vibrator made out of cock? Was that what it was like?

Or was it something different?

The white forms on the bed continued their minute movements. The woman lurking outside their bedroom window was becoming impatient. Why didn't they really get it on? Why didn't they really fuck each other?

The couple rolled over on their sides, backs to the window. A little repositioning and they were again locked together, spoon-fashion. All she could see from the window was her brother-in-law's hairy ass slowly moving back and forth in a dreamy motion.