Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

"Aw, you don't have to tell me that, Mom," he said. "You know Aunt Lynn and me get along okay."

"Aunt Lynn and I," his mother unconsciously corrected. "Yes, I know you two seem to get along just fine. So," she said, turning to her sister, "take care and don't let this young hellion get by with murder too many times."

"Don't go contradicting any of my rules, Lynn. He knows when to get home. Make sure he obeys our rules not yours." She shrugged as if wondering how she could have ended up with such a sour-faced spinster as a younger sister.

"Have a good time," said Carey.

"Yes, do enjoy yourselves," added Lynn. "You bet we will!" said Dan, pinching his wife on the ass. Dolly squealed and swatted his hand away but didn't appear annoyed at all about it. If anything, she looked pleased.

Lynn never could understand her sister.

If a man, any man including a husband, had done that to her in public, she'd have slapped his face. But Dolly wasn't her and lived by a looser set of morals. Obviously.

Carey watched his mother and father drive off on their second honeymoon, then said to his aunt, "I've got to call a couple friends. May be on the phone for a while. Anyone you want to call before I get to rolling?" He knew there was no one his aunt really wanted to talk with. She had few friends, no boyfriend.

"No, go ahead, Carey. If I need the phone, I'll let you know."

"'Gotcha," he said, tearing off for the house.

Lynn watched him go and felt a pang of regret. It was a shame she hadn't known someone like him when she was in high school. She could remember all the girls he'd balled in his room all the ones she'd watched him balling. He was such a stud, had such a suave manner about him for a sixteen-year old kid.

She sighed aloud. To have taken Sheryle's place that night. The girl was virgin had been. When they were finished with their lovemaking, the girl had really gotten turned on to sex in a big way. Lynn wished a man had been gentle and loving and caring with her. Maybe she wouldn't have such an aversion to being touched, maybe she wouldn't have to get her kicks peering through windows at men and women while they were fucking.

And if pigs had wings they could fly.

She sighed again and headed for the house. Just at the window to the dining room, she heard Carey's voice came out loud and strong, "No problem, Joanne. I can get rid of Aunt Lynn anytime I want. When do you want to have the party here? It can be a real ripsnorter. I'm inviting all the gang."

A pause, Lynn listening intently, then, "Sure I'm inviting Diane. Isn't she just about the hottest chick around? Hah, you're jealous! I can tell. But look, as long as I'm with you, darling, don't worry. Not even a lovely, sexy, foxy chick like Diane could… the hell you say! So okay, I'll invite George for you. Deal? You can ogle his balls and I'll ogle Diane's knockers. And does she ever have a nice pair!"

Lynn tried to keep walking, not to eavesdrop. She couldn't do it. She had to listen to each and every word of that obscene conversation.

Still, her mind raced. So Carey wanted to get rid of her. For a big party. A party where there would no doubt be all sorts of incredible sexual promiscuity.

Just the thing she enjoyed watching.

Hating herself, yet secretly delighting in her cunning, she vowed to let him maneuver her away whenever he wanted. And she would promptly come straight back and watch. Oh, would she watch!

The idea of all the young bodies locked together in one giant orgy, fucking, groping, fondling, sucking, kissing, all that and more turned her on so much she felt her cunt begin to ooze at the thought.

She went in just as Carey was hanging up the phone. She said to him, "You aren't done already? I thought you teenagers were supposed to hang all over the phone for hours and hours."

"Nope. I hate the phone. I prefer talking to people in the flesh."

I just bet you do, she thought. She remembered the nights where he'd gotten the girls into his room for "talking" to them in the "flesh", in the raw flesh.

"So what are your plans?" she asked innocently.

"Not much." He paused for a moment, then said, "Look, Aunt Lynn, could you do me a big favor?"

Here it was. She said, "Sure, Carey, whatever you want."

"I know Mom and Dad wouldn't want me to take the cur for very long so could you go to Uncle Reese's and pick up my tennis racket and all the other stuff I left there a couple weeks ago?"

Reese was Dan's brother and lived a good fifty miles away. It would take her almost three hours going and coming back. But this was hardly long enough for a good party. She vowed to present Carey with tile chance for a real party.

"Look, I'd love to, Carey, but I was going over to Merilee's house. You know how it is with her. Sometimes she can talk my ear off. I hate just going and running. I usually like to spend the evening there. Why don't I get your tennis stuff this week sometime? I do so want to see Merilee tonight."

She didn't have to add this was Friday night. The expression on Carey's face told her this suited his plans just fine.

"All right. I'm in no big hurry, I guess," he said sounding far more nonchalant than she would have thought possible.

"Then it's settled. I'll leave after supper. And you don't really need expect me back before oh, one or two in the morning I hope that doesn't disturb you?" She almost laughed at the expression on the teenager's face. It didn't disturb him, it fit into his plans better than anything he could have concocted.

"See you tomorrow. Don't wait up for me," Lynn said, going out the door.

She hardly turned the corner when the gang started arriving. And in less than an hour their party was in full swing.

A lot of liquor had been consumed and most of the revelers had already paired off, heading for various parts of the house to get a little seclusion for their lovemaking.

Not a one heard or saw the ghost-like figure of Lynn drifting back along the fence. She was taking it all in, not missing a thing.

The two wrapped up in each other on the back lawn were a bit hard to figure out. She carefully studied the darkened figures until she caught the flash of white off an ass. Then she understood what was happening. The two were writhing around in the classic 69 position.

The snowy-white ass jutting up in the air belonged to the polar blonde, Sheryle. She had surfaced from her cocksucking just long enough for Lynn to get a good look at her. The wild, excited expression on her face seemed to highlight her beauty. If anything, she was even more gorgeous aroused than she had been that night when she'd lost her cherry.

Lynn couldn't take her eyes off the couple. In a way, she felt a kinship with the blonde. She wished she could have been like that lucky girl, getting cock and lots of it, since a man had cared enough to be gentle with her the first time.

The long pole of cock was sinking into the blonde's eager mouth. A loud sucking noise could be heard even over the blare of the record player inside. And the soft moan coming from the girl's throat told of things more exciting happening.

Lynn moved a little and saw the boy's face jammed all the way up into her snatch. He was lewdly slurping and lapping and licking along her sex gash. He wasn't missing a single inch of her box.

Lynn felt the familiar tinging in her own crotch. What it would be like to be over there, in Sheryle's place, blonde hair fluttering down over the boy's crotch, tickling his balls. And then taking his cock into her mouth and sucking, sucking hard!

The thought almost made it a reality for her. As she watched, it became more and more real.

To have the teenager's tongue struggling to ram far up her gooey cunt. She could feel the rough, wet tongue penetrating her body, swirling around against the slickened walls of her pussy. She was being tongue-fucked by him. Tremors raced through her body as the dual sensations registered on her brain.