Chapter 2
Bobby approached the side of the bed. He was ill-at-ease, yet he was excited.
"Sit down, Bobby," Aunt Marie said, patting the bed beside her.
He sat down and stared into the liquid pools of her lustrous dark eyes. They glistened with the remnants of her tears.
She took his hand in hers. "I'm glad you've come to live with us, Bobby. You've made many of the lonely days bearable. How old are you now?"
"Almost thirteen," he replied, his body shuddering as his thigh came into contact with her hip.
"You'll soon be a man and I hope you'll be able to understand how lonely a woman can get. Your Uncle Fred has been gone a lot and it looks like he'll be gone a lot more now."
While she talked, Bobby couldn't help but let his eyes roam across her mature, womanly body. Where Mary Lou's naked body had excited him, Aunt Marie's drove him wild. Her tits were very large, and he guessed they were also very firm because they stood up in two cone-like mounds even though she was lying on her back. He wished the lace of her bodice was as thin as the rest of the gown so he could see her big nipples.
Bobby knew she was old, at least thirty-five, but she was still attractive; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair flowed in waves. It was a deep, rich brown, so dark that it was almost black.
Her tear-stained face was almost angelic with its barely-shadowed eyes, set behind long lashes and under thin eyebrows. Through the gown, he could see the smooth pinkness of he skin.
She was perfectly proportioned. Her tits were high and they quivered as she moved. So small was her waist that Bobby was sure it was no bigger than his thigh.
"But ..." she said, squeezing his hand and drawing his mind back to what she was saying. "I know you have your own little friends and can't be bothered with an old woman's problems."
She pushed herself up on one elbow and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were warm and soft on his, and he wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth and French her the way Mary Lou had taught him.
But he was afraid. Would she be mad? Would she scold him?
Her tit was against his arm. It was soft and cushiony, like a pillow. He could see the darkness of one nipple as his gaze traveled down to where the lace had fallen open.
God, her tits were big! They were huge and beautiful. He guessed that her nipples were big too. One nipple would probably fill his mouth. He wanted to thrust his head between those two big beautiful tits and gorge himself on their warmth and softness.
"You're cold, " she said. "You must be chilly, with just ..."
She had looked down. She must have seen the bulge in his pajama bottoms. He had been trying to hid his cock, but it had grown to its full, throbbing length and his prick had almost popped out of his fly.
Her eyes grew wide, then wider. Then she composed herself and returned her eyes to his.
"Good night, dear Bobby," she whispered. "You'd better go to bed now." She rolled away from him.
Just before she covered her glorious body with the sheet, he got a glimpse of her white thighs and the rounded curve of her ass-cheeks.
His cock was throbbing like mad, and the heated blood of youthful lust pounded in his temples.
"I love you, Aunt Marie," he blurted.
The tiny sobs started again. "I love you too, Bobby," she blubbered. "Please turn out the light before you go."
He leaned over to the bedside lamp and snapped it off. As he did, his cock slid up along his belly. He couldn't help it; he squeezed the pulsing staff. His cock felt bigger than ever in his hand. He visualized Mary Lou's cunt. Only now it had a thick mat of black pubic hair covering it. Bobby realized that it wasn't Mary Lou's cunt he was imagining ... it was his Aunt Marie's.
He groaned aloud.
"What?"
"Aunt Marie," he said, slowly raising the sheet.
"Yes?"
"You're so lonesome, Aunt Marie. I think I'll stay in here for a little while." He slid beneath the sheet and stretched out on his side, facing her.
"No, Bobby, you mustn't!" she cried, rolling toward him. One hip came crushing up against the hard length of his prick. She recoiled as if she had been struck by a hot poker.
"Oh, my God!"
"Just let me stay for a little while, please," he begged. "I get lonesome at night, too."
"Bobby ... you mustn't ..."
"Aunt Marie ..." he said, inhaling the enchanting fragrance of her hair. He kissed her ear.
"Bobby ... Bobby ..."
"Go to sleep, Aunt Marie," he said, laying his hand on her shoulder.
They lay like that for a long time. Eventually, Aunt Marie's crying stopped. Her breathing became easier and steadier.
Bobby wasn't sure she was asleep but she sounded like it. His cock was in such a turmoil he didn't know which way to go first. He slid his hand down her arm until he knew it was directly above the side of her breast.
She didn't move.
His breathing became erratic. He took a few quick breaths and then a very deep one, trying to steady the quivering ache in his body and his cock. He knew the soft, pliant cheeks of her ass lay directly in front of his cock, but he kept his loins far back, just in case she might awaken.
He slid his hand over until his fingers toyed with the lace that covered her breast. The touch was thrilling and exciting. So thrilling that he was afraid his cock would shoot off inside his pajama bottoms.
He forged ahead.
His hand opened and cupped the huge, soft globe. Oh God, her tit's so big, he thought. It was so big that he could barely cover the end of it with his hand. He squeezed gently and the resilient flesh popped back at once to fill his hand. The tips of his fingers wormed their way into the deep crevice between her breasts. The thrill heightened and so did the throbbing in his cock.
Oh God, how he wanted her; wanted to do everything and anything for her and to her.
Still she didn't move.
Emboldened, Bobby moved his hand above her lacy form until he was touching only smooth skin. With his fingers at the warm crevice between her tits, he started moving his hand back down. This time the lace lifted, and more and more of the spongy tit came nakedly into his hot, throbbing palm.
And then he was there. Her nipple lay like a pulsating heart in the center of his palm. The shoulder strap of her gown slipped down, the lacy cup falling from her breast. Her tit seemed to leap toward his hand, filling and overflowing it. He gently kneaded her tit and, wonder of wonders, her nipple hardened and swelled. It got bigger and bigger.
She moved slightly, and her body rolled towards him. He froze as she groaned.
He lay still for several seconds, not moving, with his hand cupping her enormous tit. Bobby knew he couldn't stop now. This was a real woman beside him, with all the goodies of a woman, and nothing could stop him from tasting this forbidden fruit.
He kneaded her tit, letting the hard, elongated nipple trace a hot path back and forth in his palm. His cock became painful in the confines of his pajamas. He unsnapped the clasp that held the two flaps together. They fell open, and his hard prick thrust forward into freedom.
When he released his cock, the head grazed against her flesh. He shivered and he was sure he could feel an answering ripple flow over the skin of her body.
Even as he continued to squeeze her tit, he knew he would soon start moving downward to explore his aunt's pussy.
"Bobby," she groaned.
He gasped. She was awake! Would she make him stop? He was determined. He wouldn't stop.
"Yes ... Aunt Marie," he said, lust filling his throat like phlegm.
"Bobby," she whispered again. "What are you doing?"
"Just keeping warm, Aunt Marie," he whispered back. "Just touching."
"You mustn't, Bobby. You mustn't."
"I can't help it," he said, frustration filling his voice.
He moved against her and thrust forward with his hips. The throbbing head of his cock met the two creases that formed just under her buttocks.
Suddenly it was heaven for him when he felt her pubic hair tickle his ultra-sensitive cockhead.
"No, Bobby ... don't ... please."
"Yes ... I must," he replied, panting now and moving his hand down from her tit and across the rounded swell of her belly.
"You don't know, Bobby. It's been so long for me. Your uncle ... oh my God!"
her gown had hiked up and bunched around her waist. As his hand glided over her belly, everything happened all at once. Her leg lifted. His fingers fondled the heavy mat of her cunt hair and his cock shot between her legs.
Suddenly his fingertips were tickling the bud of her clitoris and his hips thrust his cock back and forth, back and forth against the wet outer lips of her pussy.
"Oh Jesus ... I can't take it!"
"Aunt Marie, you're wonder, beautiful. That feels so good ... so good."
"don't touch my clit like that!" she cried, sobbing and moaning again. "I can't stand it ... I can't!"
"I want to put it in your hole, Aunt Marie!" he cried. "I want to fuck you!"
"No ... no!"
"Please. It aches ... it hurts so much. I have to get it off!"
She rolled over on her back and looked up into his face. "Bobby ... it isn't right."
"Why not?" he groaned. His cock had popped out from between her legs and now lay across her belly. His hand ran up and down the thick mat of her pubic hair.
Her eyes blazed with the same desire and need she saw in his. Swiftly she made up her mind. It was a terrible thing that had happened, but it had happened and it was partly her fault. She had been awake when he had started playing with her tits. She had thought it was just a boyish whim, a young boy's ignorant curiosity to have his youthful, gentle hands on her tits.
She snapped on the light. He gasped when the light bathed her semi-nude body. The sheet had slid to the foot of the bed and there she was naked from the waist up and the waist down - the gown was rolled into a ball around her middle.
Her tits were huge and perfectly round. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and very dark against her creamy skin. In their centers, the nipples throbbed a full inch outward.
Her thighs were slightly spread and the skin gleamed with moisture that had seeped from the streaming walls of her pussy. He could see the pink lips of her pussy buried in the thick mat of her black hair.
"You're beautiful," he gasped.
"Bobby," she said, "how do you know about this little button right here?" She spread the lips of he pussy so he could see the throbbing bud of her clit.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how did you know that touching me there would excite me?"
" 'Cause that's where Mary Lou tells me to touch he so she can shoot."
"Mary Lou? You mean that little girl down the block?"
"Yeah. We been playin' husband and wife for a long time together."
"Oh, my God! What do you do when you play?"
"We feel each other and we fuck."
"You mean you really put your thing inside her?"
"Not all the way ... never. She'd just let me put it in a little, 'cause she said it hurt her."
She ran her hand down an curled it around his cock. Then it was her turn to gasp. "Let me see you, Bobby."
He rolled away from her, and she moved up on an elbow until her head was above his navel. She lifted his cock and stared at it.
She could almost feel the heat shimmering around his cock as it throbbed in front of her face. His cock was so big! God, her husband Fred wasn't much bigger. Her cunt started to moisten. How wonderful it would feel to have that hard, young pecker driving and plunging into her wet pussy!
But no, she couldn't. He was so young. But he was also in pain. She could see it. She skinned his cock back and the flaming head came into view. It was wet and shiny. It became the most beautiful and erotic cock she had ever seen.
"I'm so close, Aunt Marie! Please help me shoot!"
"Bobby, it's not right! I'm your aunt!" but her mind was already full of the need for his meat. Her pussy was burning with the same need.
But no, she couldn't fuck him. He was too young.
"Please, Aunt Marie ... please!"
he was just a baby, with only a few hairs on his groin but, as she stared in fascination at his cock, her hand started pumping up and down. Her mind kept screaming no, but she couldn't make herself move away. She was paralyzed as she lay there unable to do anything but gaze as the turgid prick came into view again and again above her hand.
"What are you going to do?" Bobby said, twisting his ass around and arching his back until the head of his cock was aimed directly at her lips.
"I'll take care of it for you, Bobby. I'll jack you off."
"But that's what I do myself!" he cried. "Let me put it in your hole ... please, Aunt Marie! Let me fuck you!"
As his hips worked harder, shoving his cock closer and closer to her face, she gasped. Her brain raced feverishly as the smell of his cock invaded her nostrils.
His breathing became heavier. Her excitement and anticipation mounted. His hips kept shoving until his meat was barely an inch from her parted lips.
Marie's mouth was hanging open. Then his cockhead brushed against her lips, leaving a tiny fleck of sperm. Her mouth was suddenly gushing saliva and she knew what she was about to do.
"There ... there is another way, Bobby."
"Another way?"
"Yes," she said. "I mean besides my hand or my hole."
"That's the only way Mary Lou and me ever did it."
"Well, this way is almost as good."
"What's it called?"
"It's ... it's called sucking."