Chapter 1
Linda Davis sat in the airport waiting room and watched the people around her with deep envy. Everyone seemed to be in pairs but her. They were young couples, too, reminding her bitterly of her thirty-five years. She wondered if she'd ever have a man of her own again-and she sighed with barely suppressed longing.
Five years since her divorce, and she was still alone. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Her body ached for a man's touch.
"Flight 453 from Chicago, now landing at gate number seven ..."
Linda got to her feet and scanned the entrance door. A new era in her life was about to begin, though not by her choosing. She wondered what kind of mother she'd make for an orphaned teen-age boy.
A month ago her sister Betty had been killed in a car crash, leaving one child, Kyle. Linda hadn't seen Betty in years and had never been very close to her older sister, so it came as a surprise-and a shock-when she learned that the courts had put the boy in her custody. Suddenly Linda was the mother of a sixteen-year-old.
Linda had no children of her own and was pretty nervous about the prospect of acquiring one so late in her life. She had a comfortable little routine, a nice job as a secretary, a cozy apartment. Kyle would be a serious disruption, a burden.
Nevertheless, she vowed to take good care of her nephew. After all, poor little boy, it wasn't his fault he was an orphan. Passengers from the Chicago flight began to crowd through the door, and Linda anxiously scanned them. She had no idea what Kyle looked like. She'd only had time to send him her photo so he could recognize her.
"Aunt Linda?" Linda whirled and gawked in amazement. Oh, no, she thought, I can't handle THIS! He was sixteen, all right, no doubt about that.
But for sixteen he was remarkably mature. The boy eagerly facing her was an inch or so taller than she was, muscular, poised, and incredibly handsome. He was not the "poor little boy" she'd expected.
"Kyle?" she said uncertainly.
"Wow," he said, grinning, "you're beautiful."
Linda blushed. She'd been almost tempted to reply, "So are you ..."
The family resemblance was strong. Linda and Kyle had the same glowing blond hair, bright blue eyes, and healthy tan skin. There could be no doubt that they were aunt and nephew. But he was looking at her like he might look at a desirable woman, a girl his own age.
"Well," Linda said with a nervous smile, "let's get your luggage and get out of here. I hate airports."
"Right on," Kyle said. "I'm anxious to see my new home."
Linda led the way through the teeming unfamiliar airport, and Kyle followed, his acute blue eyes studying his aunt's figure. He took in her long shapely legs, deliciously revealed by her short dress, the sway of her hips, her tiny waist. He watched her long gleaming blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders. When they'd met, he'd had time to notice her breasts, too, ripe and full and firm. Kyle definitely approved of his new "mother".
Maybe being an orphan wasn't so bad after all.
"It's not much of a place," Linda said, indicating the small but well-furnished apartment. "I suppose you're used to more room."
Kyle laughed and tossed his jacket on the sofa. "Are you kidding? This is a palace compared to what Mom and I had."
Linda looked at him curiously. "Kyle, perhaps you know that your mother and I were never very close. She was a lot older than me, and we didn't get along too well. I've always wondered about her life ... "
Kyle looked bitter for a moment. "There's not much to tell," he said. "My Dad ran out when I was a baby. Mom worked as a waitress to support us. We had a one-room dump in an old apartment building. You're rich compared to us."
"Oh, Kyle, I'm sorry," said Linda. "Let's not talk about it any more. I'll get us some lunch. You must be hungry."
"Now you're talking," he said with a grin.
Linda didn't know what to make of her nephew. On the other hand, he seemed like a handsome, charming teen-age boy, perfectly normal. On the other hand, there was something disturbingly mature about him, as if he were too wise and bitter for his years. It frightened her. Would she be able to cope with this boy?
"You'll be starting school tomorrow, Kyle," she told him. "It's a good school, only a few blocks from here. I think you'll like it."
Kyle shrugged. "I never did so hot in school," he said, "but I'll try. See, I always had to work in Chicago, so I didn't get much time to study."
"Well, that's over," said Linda. "I make enough money to support us both. You can improve your grades, make something of yourself."
Kyle looked at her strangely, and grinned.
After lunch she suggested that he have a bath and get his gear stowed away in the extra room. Linda went to her own room to change her clothes. The long ride from Los Angeles to her little town had been hot and dusty. She sighed wearily as she slowly took off her clothes, wishing she hadn't had this abrupt change in her life.
Linda idly passed before the full-length mirror on her closet door, then stopped to look at herself. She really didn't look thirty-five years old, she decided. Her figure was still firm and supple. She slowly unhooked her bra and let her large creamy breasts slope into their natural shape. They hardly sagged at all. Her small pink nipples poked out from the very center of the milky globes.
Fascinated with her image, Linda slowly eased down her panties. The golden curls of her cunt sprang crisply into view. Her ex-husband used to like to tell her what a pretty snatch she had, and she knew it was true. The little patch of pubic curls was small, triangular, and dainty.
Linda stepped out of her panties and eyed her naked figure.
Kyle was right. She was beautiful.
Why, then, couldn't she find a man? Linda had debated this question many times in the five lonely years since her divorce. She knew some of the answers: living in a small town where most of the men were married, having a job that didn't bring her into contact with many men, being past the age when most girls married. Still, with her looks . ..
"Oh, hell," she said bitterly.
What was the point in speculating? She only knew that she needed a man desperately and that she wasn't finding any. Night after night her body ached for a partner, for someone to appease her incessant lust, the deep burning need in her pussy. And all she could do was relieve herself with her own fingers.
Still standing before the mirror, contemplating her naked golden beauty, Linda slowly moved her hands over her body, feeling the soft silky globes of her big ripe tits, the satin hardness of her belly, the soft springy curls of her pussy. She eased a finger inside the curly, plump lips and touched the hard pearl of her clit.
"No..."
She wasn't alone any more. She had to be careful now. Could she risk rubbing her ever-hungry joy-button, quickly bringing herself off? She needed it badly. Her cunt burned with excitement, and she felt her plump pussylips moistening with arousal. It would feel so nice.
"Ummmm ..."
She rubbed her finger gently back and forth over the little red lump of her clit. Sharp sensations of pleasure radiated through her loins, and her starved cunt boiled with need. Just a few strokes, she told herself, just enough to come. Kyle was in the bath, she could get away with it.
In the mirror she saw the rich pink of her inner cuntlips, her finger rubbing gently and lovingly over the scarlet nub of her ripe clit. A bright rivulet of cunt-juice trickled lazily down her thigh. Her expert finger rubbed harder, faster. It was good, it would work, but, oh, God, how much better it would feel to have a stiff long cock inside her.
Five years. Five years since she'd been fucked. The very thought made her moan with frustration.
She rubbed her finger more briskly back and forth over her wet, rubbery clit, and big bursts of pleasure rocked her body. Creamy fragrant pussy-juice boiled in her aroused cunt and trickled down her inner thighs. She tried to imagine that a man was about to make love to her, his cock rigidly stiff and thick.
"Yesss ..." she murmured.
She slid her stiff finger deeper between her tensed thighs till she was rimming the dripping mouth of her hot, aroused cunt. She started to slip her finger inside herself, when she suddenly sensed that she wasn't alone in the room. Her blue eyes widened in alarm, and she glanced into her mirror.
She saw Kyle standing in the doorway of her room.
He was naked and grinning.
Linda blushed all the way down to her toes. She was so embarrassed, so horrified at being caught like that, that for a moment she couldn't even move. Then she slowly turned to face her nephew.
He'd been on his way from the bathroom to his own room, but how had he seen her? She was almost certain she'd closed her door. Would he spy on her?
Linda's blush deepened as she studied her teenage nephew. He was lounging nonchalantly in the doorway, an appreciative grin on his handsome young face. His modishly long blond hair was fresh and curly after his bath, his tan skin gleaming with youth and health. Naked, he was even more attractive than before.
Helplessly attracted, Linda studied his firm-muscled young arms and legs, the scant golden hairs of his chest, the thicker patch of golden curls at the base of his belly. And his cock. His naked young cock.
Even in the flaccid state it was long and thick. She saw immediately that this sixteen-year-old was better hung than her husband had been. But then Jerry was the only man she'd ever balled, and she didn't have much experience with cocks. She only knew that Kyle looked delicious to her, his pale prick waving loosely, lazily, before his rosy round young balls.
Her famished pussy contracted in a spasm of lust that almost made her moan aloud, and a hot burst of cunt-cream oozed down her thigh. It brought her to her senses. My God, what was the matter with her? She was lusting for her own sixteen-year-old nephew!
"Kyle," she said hoarsely, "don't come into my room without knocking. I insist on that."
His grin broadened. "Sure, Aunt Linda, whatever you want. Only I'm glad I did it this time. Think what I would have missed."
Linda blushed deeply and folded her arms over her naked breasts.
"Please, Kyle," she said, "go get dressed."
He didn't move. His bright blue eyes swept over her lush body.
"What's the hurry?" he said. "We've got all day."
"Kyle, please ..." Linda, thoroughly alarmed now, took a step backwards.
Kyle followed her into the room. "You really are beautiful, you know," he said. "I never expected that. I thought you'd be old and used up, like my mother. I never thought I'd luck out like this."
What did he mean? Linda's heart fluttered with panic. Just as at the airport, he was looking at her like a desirable woman, someone he could have. But that was unthinkable. She was twenty years older than him; she was his blood aunt.
"Kyle, I insist-go to your room and get dressed," Linda said shrilly.
"Make me," Kyle said.
Now she knew what had bothered her about the boy-the fear that she wouldn't be able to control him. He was bigger than her, stronger, and he was cocky and defiant. My God, what was she going to do?
"Kyle," she said, "let's get something straight from the start. I didn't ask to take you in. I'm willing to do it, to help you, but only if you behave. If you give me trouble, I'll just have to find you a foster home. You'd better decide what you want."
"Auntie," he grinned, advancing another step toward her, "I know exactly what I want."
Linda found her eyes helplessly fixed on his gently waving white prick, which seemed long and deliriously fat even in its soft state. The boy was circumcised, his floppy cock ending in a dark red, gleaming head. His balls were rosy, firm, and completely hairless, wonderfully pure and attractive to her.
Again she felt a surge of lust for him, a hot boiling sensation in her belly, and she desperately told herself to stop, to get control of her feelings. Trembling, she backed away from her grinning nephew.
"Kyle, I'm not kidding."
"Neither am I, Linda," he said.
She felt her legs touching the bed, and before she could arrest her motion, she stumbled and sat down heavily on the edge. Kyle laughed and put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her there. His blue eyes eagerly scanned the big wobbling globes of her ripe mature tits, the pretty little strawberry-colored nipples.
"You've got the most beautiful boobs I ever saw," he said.
"Oh, I suppose you've seen lots of them," Linda said harshly.
He didn't like being mocked. "As a matter of fact, Auntie," he snapped, "I have. Kids grow up fast in our neighborhood."
He reached out and cupped one of her big, creamy, warm tits, squeezing, it gently but expertly. Linda gasped. To her alarm, it felt good to be touched like that, and she had to force herself to seize his wrist and push him away.
Kyle easily resisted her, his hot hand firmly glued to her hot, ripe breast. "I'm no virgin, Auntie," he said huskily. "I can do good things for you. I saw what you were doing in front of the mirror. I know you need it."
"Kyle! My God!" Linda cried. "Don't even suggest such a thing! I'm your aunt."
"So what?" he said nonchalantly. "What difference does that make?"
Linda shook her head in confusion. Hadn't the boy ever heard of incest? "B-but I'm too old for you," she stammered.
"Like hell," Kyle said. "I don't care how old you are. You look good to me." He pushed her back on the bed, and the next thing she knew, he was lying beside her, pawing her, his breath coming hot and fast.
"Come on, Linda," he moaned, "be good to me. I haven't been laid in two weeks."
"Oh, God," Linda sobbed.
She'd gone to the airport expecting to meet a little boy. Instead she had a horny young man on her hands, a teen-ager who wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Yet what else could she say but no? She was supposed to be his adopted mother. She couldn't very well fuck him.
She put her hands against his strong young shoulders and pushed as hard as she could. "Kyle, I mean it!" she cried. "I won't do it! I'm going to be your mother, and-"
"My MOTHER?" Kyle burst into loud laughter. "You gotta be kidding, lady. My real mother couldn't control me, so how do YOU expect to? Come on, Linda, give it up. You and I could have a real good time together, if you'd just drop this phony act."
"Phony?" Linda said indignantly, still trying to push him away. "I'm not being phony. I will not make love to my own nephew. I will not-"
"Aw, bullshit," said Kyle. "You're horny, and you know it. I can take care of you, Linda.
Nobody has to know."
She saw him swooping down at her, and she pushed with all her strength against his shoulders, but Kyle was far too strong for her. His mouth closed over hers, and she felt his slick hot tongue penetrating her mouth. His firm young body pressed tight against hers.
"Umpf!" she protested.
Still kissing her hard, he rolled on top of her, pinning her down on the bed. She felt his hard young chest flattening her trembling breasts, his fuzzy groin rubbing her tender cunt. One firm young hand slid under her bare, quivering ass, pulling her up tight against him.
On her thigh she felt his cock, his delicious young cock, growing suddenly hard and stiff.
"Kyle, NO!"
Linda jerked her mouth away from his kiss and began to struggle. She didn't want to hurt him, but she would if it was necessary to stop this hideous incestuous scene. Her hand shot for his face, her sharp nails aimed at his cheek. Kyle laughed and seized her wrists, pinning them behind her with one hand.
"Oh, God, Kyle, please stop," Linda sobbed. He was sitting on her legs, holding her wrists, and she was helplessly pinned.
"Why?" he taunted. "Why should I stop? You got me hard now, Linda. Look."
She looked, as if mesmerized. His prick was hugging his flat belly in a fierce erection, the head suffused almost purple. The pale shaft of his penis was stretched and bloated, blue veins standing out in a fine tracery. A bright bubble of cock-juice oozed from the dark slit-mouth of his glans.
Linda ogled his fiercely erect young prick, and she felt a dizzying wave of lust melting her loins. How good it would feel to have that stiff young dick inside her. Five years was a long time.
"Nooooo," she whimpered.
Kyle's free hand suddenly clamped down on her moist cunt-hair, gently kneading the golden fuzz. "You got a beautiful pussy, too," he said. "I never seen a real blonde one before."
Linda moaned and sobbed helplessly as her nephew explored her seething snatch. His strong hard fingers parted the plump furry lips of her cunt and uncovered the red pearl of her clit. He ran the tip of his finger over her ultrasensitive little bud, and she moaned helplessly as the delicious sensations melted her belly. Dammit, it felt so good when he touched her there.
Kyle grinned when he noted her reaction. He slipped his finger deeper between her tensed thighs and touched the hot hair-fringed mouth of her cunt, twirling his finger lazily in the wet opening. Again Linda moaned with helpless pleasure, and a big glob of pussy-juice spat from her aroused cunt and soaked his fingers.
"Oh, Jesus," he chuckled, "what're you holding out for, baby? You're wet down here, soaked. You want it so bad, you can hardly hold still."
Linda blushed with shame. It was true. She wanted a man so badly, she was lusting for her own teen-age nephew. She felt her need almost carrying her away, beyond shame, beyond decency. She had to stop him.
"Kyle," she said hoarsely, "I swear to God, if you rape me, I'll have to put you in a foster home."
He laughed and twirled his finger again in the juicy nipping mouth of her cunt. "Who said anything about rape?" he replied.
Linda moaned and tried to twist out from under him, but his muscular legs tightened around her thighs and held her in place. His stiff finger eased slowly into her boiling, aroused cunt.
"Noooooo!" Linda wailed.
Kyle eyed her intently, grinning. "You don't like my finger in there?" he said.
"No," Linda sobbed. "My God, take it out!"
"Sure, Auntie," he said, "sure. I'll give you something better."'
Linda breathed a sigh of relief as he withdrew his soaked finger from her aroused wet cunt, only to gawk in horror when the boy forced her legs apart and sank down between her silky thighs. She felt the hard hot knob of his cock-head poking around in the mushy tissues of her pussy.
"Kyle, no, NO!" she shrieked.
With all her remaining strength, Linda struggled to twist away from him, to spoil his aim. Kyle lay heavily on her, trying to direct his rigid young prick into her elusive hair-fringed cunt-mouth. He kept jabbing, her strength waned, and then suddenly she felt it-the thick hard prod of his erect young cock slicing into her.
"Oh, no, NOOOO!" she wailed. "No, please, take it out of me! Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH!"
She was beaten, and she knew it. Her cry of protest changed to a hoarse wail of pleasure as Kyle's wonderfully thick long prick fully penetrated her. It'd been five long agonizing years since she'd felt a cock inside her, and it was just too good to resist.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhhh, God . .. "
She hated herself, but she just couldn't stop. She needed to fuck too badly. She let her legs fall open, limp and inviting, allowed the boy to thrust his hot, rigid meat all the way to her seething womb. She felt her pussy-juice boiling around him in helpless floods of welcome. She threw her arms around his handsome young body and arched her pussy hungrily upward to take in his rock-hard dick. Stunning pleasure ripped through her body as she felt his first stiff thrusts.
Kyle chuckled softly as he began to fuck her.
"Feels great, don't it, Auntie?" he taunted. "Musta been a long time since you got any."
Linda sobbed in mortification. She was ashamed to tell him how long it had been. But he was right-it had been a long time, and it felt great. Though fully conscious that she was fucking her own sixteen-year-old nephew, Linda was unable to tame her response. She creamed furiously around his impaling dick, moaned, jerked her pussy eagerly in time to his strokes.
Kyle slipped his hands under her trembling ass and kneaded the tight bulging globes. He fucked her expertly-to her astonishment-in quick, deep, sawing thrusts. He grinned wickedly as he felt her helpless floods of steamy cunt-juice all around his poking meat.
"You're like a furnace in there," he told her, "so fuckin' hot. .. awwww, Christ, it's good for me, too. So tight. I never thought a grown woman would be this tight."
So he'd never had a woman before. That much he gave away. Probably just girls his own age. Linda didn't feel flattered that she was his first adult conquest-she felt bitterly ashamed. But she couldn't stop now. She needed this delicious fuck, had to have it. She moaned hoarsely and clung to him.
"You like it, Linda?" he taunted. "Good for you?"
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "don't talk ..."
Kyle laughed and stroked deeper into her, making her gasp with joy. She hated herself for losing control like that, for showing him how much she needed it, but she was far beyond self-control. She dug her nails into her nephew's shoulders, slammed her starved pussy against his loins to take him deeper into her.
Kyle's full young balls were slapping audibly against her ass, and he was panting as he fucked her faster and faster. The searing friction, the breathtaking speed, suddenly took her right over the edge and into a body-rocking climax. She couldn't restrain her hoarse cries of bliss.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Linda wailed. "Yes, fuck me, fuck meeeeee! Oh, my God, yes, YESSSSS!"
A moment later she heard him gasp and felt the hot spurt of his jism deep in her belly.
She was dizzy for a moment, still writhing in that long-needed orgasm. Then she felt him slipping out of her, and she opened her eyes and saw her nephew lying beside her, grinning at her with a lewd knowing expression.
He reached out and tweaked one of her rosy nipples.
"Hey, Linda," he said lazily, "is it okay if I call you 'Mom'?"