Kevin Sellers - This family does it

Sighing an unhappy, unfulfilled sigh, she took her time pouring the juice and then headed back to her guest, nudging the refrigerator door shut. "Here we are, nice and cool and wet, just perfect for a hot morning like this."

As she bent across his shoulder to set the brimming glass before him, the loose top of her robe gaped open, exposing her creamy tits. They both noticed simultaneously and Sharon heard his hiss of breath as his eyes bulged, taking in the ample swells of her melon-sized tits as they strained against the robe's loosened flaps.

In that instant something more than mere embarrassment coursed through her. A delicious pang of pleasure had her cunt tingling afresh, and she held that position just a moment longer than necessary.

"Here you are, this ought to cool you off. Is something the matter, Will? You don't look very well – too much sun?"

"Uh," Will swallowed hard, unable to hide the furtive expression on his face as he tried not to stare at the two huge, milky tits that bulged from the open front of his new aunt's robe. "It's nothing. I, uh, I was just kind of thinking, that's all."

Sharon had to hide her smile at his feeble excuse. It was obvious that he'd been thinking, all right – thinking about her exposed tits, unable to take his eyes off of them. And that fact made her pussy cream with a nice, oozing ache. Before her marriage to Ted she would've been mortified even at the notion of displaying herself so blatantly, but after three months of discovering the depths of her own sensuality, and after this morning's activities, she could hardly help but be turned on.

"Are you sure that's all I can get you?" she went on, pretending not to notice a thing. "You look hungry. How about something to eat? Just a little snack to tide you over?"

If he caught the hidden taunt in her words, he didn't show it. "Uh – nah, that's okay Aunt Sharon. I'm fi…"

Neither of them were quite prepared for what happened next. Sharon was so intent in leaning forward, showing off the ample expanse of her bounteous tits to the teenager's view, that she leaned a bit too far for the robe's confines. Abruptly the straining thrust of her tits proved too much for the robe, and one rose-tipped tit spilled out as its flap parted suddenly.

"Oh-oh my goodness!"

Her shocked gasp matched Will's as both of them froze, staring at the bare tit that bobbled into sight. The teenager's eyes bulged, and instantly Sharon felt a surge of mixed humiliation and arousal sweep through her.

"Oh!"

One of her hands darted up in an instinctive attempt to cover the exposed tit, but only made matters worse. The flared pink bud of her nipple slipped and popped out between her fingers, and Will let out a breath.

"Ohhh, shit…" If it was possible, his eyes went even wider.

Despite her embarrassment Will's reaction had its effect. Covering her tit in a hopeless effort to hide it, Sharon suddenly laughed.

"Oh well," she said giddily, both sheepish and pleased at his admiration. "I guess there's nothing to be ashamed of since we're related now. But you don't have to stare quite like that – you're making me feel positively wicked!"

By this time her pussy was juicing up to an incredible itch, and Will's unblinking gaze tickled it even more. When his voice answered, it was hoarse. "Oh… oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Sharon. I was just… I mean… oh, hell! A guy doesn't see a girl's tit popping out at him every day! Especially one as beautiful as that!"

"Why, Will!" Sharon's blush of embarrassment deepened, but she couldn't stop a pang of pleasure shooting through her at his praise. The ridiculous image of them both standing there, she holding her naked tit while Will gazed on in rapt fascination, was too comical to take seriously. Her smile widened. "You shouldn't say things, like that! Honestly, you don't catch me staring at your tits, do you?"

His face broke into a grin at that. "Aw, come on Aunt Sharon! But – honest, I mean it? That is, I didn't see much, but I sure saw enough to tell. And I never saw anything like it, either!"

"You really think so?" she asked, pretending perfect innocence as she suddenly let her hand drop, hefting her bare tit up for his examination. "I always thought they were a little too big – even nice things can be overdone! Do you really think I'm… beautiful?"

"Hell yes!" he blurted quickly, afraid that at any moment she might stuff the huge jutting tit back under her robe. "It's really something else, like… a model, or something!"

His praise made her blush, and the wicked tingling in her pussy grew even more ferocious. With a small, husky laugh she stood there with her bared tit cupped in her hand, letting him look. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not so sure I really deserve it. After all, how many women's tits have you seen, anyway?"

"Well…" Will hesitated, knowing he could admit that the only real tits he'd ever seen had been his own mother's this morning. "I've seen lots of pictures, the kind the guys show around at school. They're all right, but… oh shit, I never saw any like yours! Man…"

He couldn't stop gaping at that big gorgeous tit hovering before him, trembling like jelly in the cup of her hand. Its pink areola had to be almost the size of a half-dollar, all bright and shiny and fat, like a huge swirled strawberry atop a mountain of vanilla ice cream, and good enough to eat. His mouth watered, just at the thought.

Thoroughly enjoying his attention, Sharon couldn't help teasing him even further. "I think you're just saying that because I'm your cunt, William! After all, I'm not one of those pictures you and your friends ogle at, am I? Do… do you really think I could pose for that type of picture myself?"

With those playful words she struck a taunting pose, thrusting her bared tit out at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

Will swallowed hard, staring straight at the stiffened pink nipple that loomed before him. His cock lurched painfully in the confines of his trunks, and it was all he could do to keep from swooping forward and fastening his mouth on that ripe, rigid bud.

"Uhhh… yeah, you sure could. Oh hell yes, Aunt Sharon. With what you've got, you could be a centerfold!"

His exuberant response made Sharon's cunt glow with wicked, juicy heat. This was the very game she enjoyed most, the game Ted had taught her. Only now it wasn't Ted who gaped before her, but her young nephew Will.

And, with hardly more than a twinge of shame, she was enjoying it to the hilt!

"Well, I wouldn't go quite that far! Besides, you can hardly judge this way. Maybe… oh, what the hell. You've seen so much already, I don't suppose it would hurt to show you a little more – just to get your professional opinion, of course. Here, let's find out if you really think I could be a model!"

She shrugged the other shoulder of her robe off quickly, before she could lose her nerve. The garment fell limp to her waist, and Sharon stood with both tits free and bare before him, quivering with her own arousal.

"What do you think?" Her voice was husky with a giddy mixture of embarrassment and horniness as she stood proudly before the open-mouthed teenager, letting him get the full view. "Could I really pose for some of those awful pictures, do you think?"

Will's prick soared up, tenting his trunks in a way she couldn't fail to notice. His head bobbed up and down, eyes flitting from one fat, spired nipple to the other.

"Jee-zus!"

His dry lips formed a circle with that exclamation, and Sharon felt her glowing nipples expand toward it with a surge of delightful aching hunger.

The game was getting out of hand, but, she couldn't resist pushing it a bit further. "Of course, I know they show a lot more than women's titties in those kinds of pictures these days. If I really wanted to be a centerfold, I'd have to show a lot more – maybe a bit of leg to go along with it. What's your impression of this? Professionally speaking, of course."