Chapter 4
"See you later, Auntie. Be good." Kyle leered at his pretty aunt, who lay disheveled and weeping on the bed.
"Yeah, baby," Juan laughed, "don't do nothin' we wouldn't do." The two boys left the apartment chuckling and whispering to each other.
Linda forced herself to get up and dress, to brush out her tangled blonde hair. She loathed herself for what she'd just done with the two boys. Why, why couldn't she control herself? Why did she have to behave like the lowest kind of whore?
Her self-recriminations were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Linda hurried to the door and opened it, to find a tall, burly policeman. He seemed to be around forty, with an attractive face and an unruly shock of reddish brown hair.
"Good evening, ma'am," he said. "I'm Fred Scott of the city police. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if it's not inconvenient."
"Of course, officer," said Linda. "Please come in."
Linda couldn't help noticing where Officer Scott's eyes had been during that brief talk-right on the plump curve of her breasts. It amused her, since otherwise he was studiously polite. She led him into the living room, and he lowered his muscular frame into an overstuffed chair. One more brief glance, at Linda's lush figure, and then he cleared his throat and began to talk.
"Ma'am, I don't know if you've heard, but there's been a whole rash of burglaries in your neighborhood recently. I'm just going around trying to get whatever clues I can."
"Why, no, I hadn't heard," said Linda. "What kind of things are being stolen?"
"Well, the usual," said Fred Scott. "Portable television sets, stereos, tapes, small appliances-and of course, cash. But you haven't heard anything about it, Miss-uh-"
"Davis," Linda said. "Linda Davis." She carefully omitted telling him that it was "Mrs."
She found herself powerfully attracted to this big, bearish man. "No, I haven't heard a thing," she went on, "but I'll certainly keep my eyes and ears open. If I hear anything, I'll call you, Officer Scott."
"I'd sure appreciate that," he said, rising to leave. "Anything you hear could be useful. We got next to no clues right now, except it appears to be a gang of teen-age boys."
Linda's blood froze. She did her best not to reveal her alarm to Fred Scott as she saw him to the door. As soon as he was gone, however, she hurried to Kyle's room.
A gang of teen-age boys. And there was something about Juan, something of the hoodlum.
She opened Kyle's walk-in closet and gasped.
It was just as Officer Scott said. TVs, small appliances, a pile of new hardware that certainly didn't belong to her or Kyle.
"Oh, my God," she said.
That did it. Kyle would have to go. It was bad enough to endure his sexual attentions and to have him smoke pot in her house, but this was too much. She wasn't going to have her place used to store stolen goods.
When Kyle got home later that evening, Linda was waiting for him, grim and angry. "I saw what's in your closet, Kyle," she said. "I want an explanation. Or maybe I have an explanation already. A policeman was here today, inquiring about burglaries in the neighborhood."
Kyle studied her for a long silent moment.
Suddenly he hung his head, looking younger than his sixteen years, almost like a frightened little boy. "I'm sorry, Linda," he said meekly. "I know I've done a terrible thing."
"You certainly have, Kyle," Linda said sternly. "I'm going to demand that you return the things you stole, that you tell Officer Scott it was you. If you confess and return the things, you'll probably get off with probation, since this is your first offense. Or is it your first, Kyle? You'd better level with me."
"Please, Linda, forgive me," he said. "I just felt lonely and left out when I first got here, and Juan was the first one who paid any attention to me."
"So it was Juan who got you into this?" Linda said.
"Yeah, him and his gang," Kyle said miserably. "There's two other kids, Jimmy and Eddie, but Juan's the leader. It seemed exciting at the time."
"Exciting?" Linda was shocked. "My God, Kyle, what am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you think is right, Linda," he said, "but please don't send me away. I want to stay with you."
In spite of her annoyance with the boy, Linda felt moved. After all, he'd had a pretty rotten life. She began to stroke his head.
"All right, Kyle," she said, "calm down. We'll work it out."
"Oh, Linda," he said, his voice muffled against her body.
He began to pull her down onto the rug beside him. Thinking he wanted comfort, Linda allowed him to ease her down, but when she put her arms around him to give him a reassuring hug, he planted his mouth hotly on hers.
"Umpf!" Linda exclaimed.
His tongue darted slickly into her mouth, and his arms tightened around her. Linda struggled, but as usual the boy proved too strong for her. They fell onto the rug, locked in a steamy embrace, and Linda fought to keep her wits.
She knew she'd been aroused by Officer Scott, and she felt the familiar warm wetness in her cunt. Kyle's hard young body felt so good against hers.
"Linda. Oh, Jesus." Kyle was fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, kissing the ripe hot cleavage of her big quivering tits.
"Kyle, stop!" she cried. "This is no time for that kind of thing. We have serious problems to discuss."
"Fuck that," Kyle panted. "I'm horny for you, Linda. I've gotta have you."
Linda sighed deeply. The boy had no morality at all. He'd just confessed to the burglaries, but obviously he felt no guilt, not if he could just dismiss the subject from his mind and go on to make love.
"Kyle," she said wearily, "I can't keep you any more. I'm going to have to put you in a foster home, with someone who can handle you."
"You can handle me, Linda," he said huskily. "All you have to do is be nice to me."
Impatient with her buttons, he suddenly tore her- blouse right down the front. Linda gasped, but before she could recover from her shock, he was tugging at her bra, ripping it off, too. Her great, creamy breasts wobbled into view.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed, "you're beautiful!"
"Kyle, for God's sake!" Linda sobbed.
He moved quickly to sit on her legs, and she was helplessly pinned to the rug as her flushed nephew began to play with her breasts, molding and squeezing the silky globes, rubbing her little pink nipples with his thumbs.
Linda felt the familiar pleasure, the streak of hot sensation that ran from her sensitive nipples to the core of her pussy. She knew she wanted to forget everything else and let Kyle make love to her. She needed it badly. But it was out of the question now. She must make him understand the terrible things he'd done.
"Kyle, listen to me," she gasped. "You're in trouble, don't you see that? You could go to jail. We've got to talk about this."
Kyle's eyes were almost glassy with horny preoccupation as he went on fondling her luscious soft tits. "What's there to talk about?" he said. "I'm safe, so long as you don't snitch on me."
"But Kyle!" she said desperately. "What else can I do? You've broken the law. I have to report it."
Kyle wasn't listening. He was easing himself down her body, till he sat on her knees. He pushed her skirt up, uncovering her skimpy blue bikini panties. He reached for them, began tugging them down, his eyes focusing hotly on her springy blonde pubic curls.
Linda shook her head in frustration. There seemed no way to get through to the boy. All he thought of was his own pleasure.
"Kyle," she said tearfully, "please listen. Maybe I can still help you."
"You can help me, all right," he said huskily. "I need it real bad, Linda. I need you."
He tugged her panties off. Linda seized the chance to escape, rolling over onto her hands and knees. Before she could get up, though, Kyle threw himself on her, flattening her. She felt his scalding sweaty hands slipping underneath her to cup and squeeze her breasts.
"Don't fight me," he hissed. "Come on, Linda, relax. Let's have some fun."
"How can you think of fun at a time like this?" Linda wailed.
He was kissing her hungrily, his lips touching wetly all down her back, over the tight globes of her ass, between her legs.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped.
Damn him, he always knew how to distract her, how to excite her. Kneeling behind her, he used his wet, hot tongue to tickle her most sensitive parts, the plump pink folds of her pussylips, the seething wet mouth of her cunt, the tiny red dot of her clit.
"Ummmmm," he murmured, "I like to eat you, Auntie."
Linda shivered in a strange mixture of revulsion and lust. His expert tongue caressed her red clit, making her whole pelvis melt with sensual craving. As always in these situations, her fevered mind tried to justify what was happening. If she put Kyle in a foster home, this might well be their last time together. Couldn't she allow herself to enjoy his superb fucking one more time?
"I know you like this, Linda," he whispered. "Yes, here's something you really like."
Linda gasped with keen pleasure as she felt his tongue slowly but thickly entering her cunt. The wet, rough penetration felt fantastically good to her. For a moment she forgot everything else, whimpering and opening her legs.
"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned.
She felt her shameless pussy responding eagerly to his wicked tongue, drooling its cream, growing hot and pulsing and receptive. Steamy cunt-juice overflowed her silky cunt and oozed down her thighs. She swayed dizzily on her hands and knees, fighting to control her lusty impulses.
"Nooooo, Kyle," she whimpered, "take it out... "
He responded by thrusting his tongue even deeper into her, and Linda groaned loudly as a burst of hot pleasure seared her belly. His tongue was lapping, probing, tickling down deep in her aroused wet cunt. Five years of celibacy hadn't prepared her very well for this incredible pleasure. She found it so hard to resist.
She heard the lewd, wet sucking sound as he reamed her cream-filled cunt. She knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, to let her sixteen-year-old nephew go down on her. She moaned and started crawling forward, dislodging his tongue from her eagerly responding pussy. It almost killed her to do it.
"Linda, don't fight me." Kyle's voice was husky, starved.
"Kyle, we've got to stop this," Linda said. "It's all wrong."
"Oh, bullshit," Kyle whined. "If it makes us both feel good, how can it be wrong?"
Linda wasn't going to argue. She only knew that she had to get away from him before she succumbed again. She had to get this fiendish boy out of her life.
She started to get to her feet, but Kyle tackled her, and they rolled around on the rug, struggling.
"Give it up, Linda," Kyle panted. "You know you can't beat me. You might as well get it over with."
"No, dammit!" Linda sobbed. "I won't do it. I won't fuck you."
"Okay, then, don't," said Kyle, pinning her down again. "Just blow me. I'll let you go if you blow me."
Why not? She could probably bring him off quickly, and the struggle would be over. Then she could start to deal with the problem of the burglaries. Knowing Kyle, he wouldn't let her go " till he was satisfied, so she might as well do what he wanted.
"All right," she said grimly.
"Right on," Kyle said happily.
He rolled over onto his back, leaving her free to move. He got comfortable, arms folded behind his head, and grinned at her lewdly. "Come on, Auntie," he said, "take it out and suck it."
Shaking, Linda knelt beside him and eyed his bulging crotch. The sight of that gorgeous hard-on made her pussy boil with longing, but she wasn't going to succumb this time. Kyle had gone too far. Even her incessant lust couldn't make her condone his stealing.
Linda swallowed hard and prepared to get it over with.
She unsnapped the top of his jeans and carefully unzipped his fly. As usual he wasn't wearing shorts, and she could see the pale rigid line of his hard cock. Again her cunt seethed with need, a flood of cream washing down her inner thighs.
No, she told herself, no... I'll control myself this time.
She began to ease his jeans down, and Kyle grinned and raised his ass to help her. She tugged the garment to his thighs, baring his taut flat belly and golden pubic thatch. His rampant young cock sprang out of its confinement, jerking up to point at the ceiling. My God, he was hard. A glistening bubble of cock-juice appeared at the dark slit-mouth of his glans.
"Hurry," he whispered, shivering with anticipation. "Lick me, Auntie. Suck my dick."
Trembling in that strange combination of lust and revulsion, Linda dipped her gleaming blonde head down toward her nephew's lap. Odd how she could want him and detest him at the same time.
His rigid cock crowded her vision, and as she caught the salty scent of his prick, her mouth began to water. She bent very low over him, till her mouth was an inch away from the knobby red head of his erect dick. He was so bloated that the flesh of his glans appeared almost purple.
Linda eyed the little bubble of cock-juice, and suddenly, impulsively, she flicked out her tongue and lapped it up, screwing the wet tip of her tongue right into the tight hole of his glans.
"Awwwwwww, shit, YEAH," Kyle moaned. Linda rolled the tasty droplet around on her tongue before swallowing it. She had to admit to herself that she loved sucking cock. If only Jerry had taught her such delicious games, their marriage might have lasted. Licking Kyle's silky hard cock, using her tongue mischievously to flick and lap and tickle, she felt herself getting powerfully excited.
"Lick me, lick me," he chanted. "Yeah, oh, yeah."
Linda found herself bathing the whole rigid length of his erect prick, licking and swirling up and down the throbbing hot meat. Her impulsive tongue traveled from rosy glans to curly crotch, up and down, making his straining dick gleam with her spit.
She traced a fine teasing wet trail around and around the deep red glans, digging into the drooling hole, then tickling down again, right down to his rosy fat balls. She tickled her tongue all over the rigid hot surface of his nuts, making the boy sigh loudly.
"Now," he gasped, "take it in your mouth now. Suck me, Linda. Suck my dick!"
Linda closed her hot lips around the swollen pulsing head of his cock and slowly sucked inward. She felt her mouth crowded with his fierce erection, the throbbing stiff weight on her tongue. She sucked him in till the dripping glans was butting the back of her throat and his swollen balls rubbed her chin.
"Awwwww," Kyle moaned. "Christ, yes."
She glanced quickly at him. His eyes were tightly shut, his mouth forming a lewd grin of sensual pleasure. For once, Kyle was off guard, completely immersed in the joy of the moment. She gave a tentative suck on his dick, and she saw his teeth flash in a wider grin.
She began to suck up and down on his hard silky pole, slowly, with a powerful vacuum pressure.
Kyle whinnied shrilly. She felt his cock-juice bubbling out helplessly, trickling down her throat. Wicked excitement filled her, and she found herself sucking him lewdly, loudly, a wet slurping noise that filled the room.
"Oh, baby, that's good," Kyle sighed. "You really learn fast."
Kyle seemed more than satisfied with the slow, powerful blow-job she was giving him. She wished there were more satisfaction in it for her. Her pussy ached with need. She felt the long hard dick in her mouth and couldn't help imagining how much better it would feel deep in her cunt.
"Linda, Linda," he whined, "suck me faster now, bring me off."
A few more seconds and her job would be done, the boy was so excited. She knew that the moment she increased the speed of her sucking, he'd shoot his load. Her seething, starved pussy at last conquered her protesting conscience. Why waste that good hard-on? Why not get some pleasure for herself, too?
She knew she'd regret it later, but right now she just had to have it. She was going insane with lust.
Linda sat up, letting Kyle's rock-hard, spit-soaked prick pop from her mouth. He gawked at her as she impatiently slipped out of her skirt and mounted him, naked, her huge pale jugs wobbling heavily. Shaking with horny impatience, his lovely aunt straddled his lap, seized his hot rigid cock, and popped the fat drooling head into the dripping mouth of her cunt.
"Yeah," Kyle grinned, "yeah! I knew you wanted it, baby. Well, you're welcome to it."
Linda paid no attention to his taunts. All she could think of was satisfying the burning need in her flooded pussy. As she felt Kyle's wonderfully long thick prick plunging up her cunt, she moaned loudly, hoarsely.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God!" Linda's blissful cry filled the room.
She began to work her soaked pussy furiously up and down his slippery cock, moaning, whimpering. It felt so damned good. Kyle lay there and grinned as he watched her. She had her eyes closed, and her great pale boobs jiggled heavily as she bounced up and down.
"Ride me, baby, ride me," he chanted encouragingly. "Feels really great, doesn't it?"
Linda was beyond replying. She worked her greedy wet cunt faster and faster up and down his deliciously hard prick. Her juices flooded .out to wet her thighs, his crotch. She was close to coming, tantalizingly close.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, throwing her head back, her lovely face twisted in a sensual leer. "Ahhhhhh, AAAHHHHHHHHH! YES!"
Kyle watched his aunt come. His grin was pure evil. He enjoyed his power over this beautiful, mature woman. Only when her last spasms had passed, only when the show was over, did he begin to move. A few jerks of his hips, and he was shooting his load into her-that was how excited she'd gotten him.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus," he sighed when he felt his limp prick slipping from her soaked hole, "that was some performance, Auntie. It's gonna look really great on film."
Linda gawked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Look behind you," Kyle laughed. Fear gripped her heart. Slowly Linda turned. What she saw made her go deathly pale.
Juan was standing behind them with a camera. "Oh, NO!" Linda gasped.
Juan grinned. "I get some real great shots," he told Kyle. "Here, let me show you."
Kyle rolled away from Linda and went to his friend, while Linda sat there on the floor trembling with fear and disbelief. This couldn't be happening. They had to be bluffing.
"Look at this one," Juan snickered, holding out a Polaroid snapshot to Kyle.
"Far out," Kyle laughed. "Hey, Auntie, you really photograph well, you know that?"
Linda found her voice, though it was hoarse and strained. "I don't believe you," she said.
"You better believe it," Juan said nastily. "I walked Kyle home tonight, and I heard what you said to him, about the stuff you found in his closet. I figured I better do something about that. I came in the window, off the fire escape. You oughta be more careful, doll. If you don't lock your windows, burglars might get in."
He and Kyle laughed. Linda continued to shake her head in horrified disbelief. "No," she murmured, "no, you couldn't have!"
"Oh, but I did," Juan said in his evil husky voice. "Here, see for yourself."
He stepped closer, displaying a few of the photos. Linda felt the blood draining from her face as she studied them. Herself, sucking Kyle's cock. Herself astride her nephew, his cock plainly visible halfway into her, her face twisted in a lewd grin of ecstasy. Herself, still astride him, obviously coming.
"Oh, noooo!" she sobbed.
There was only one thing to do. She had to destroy those pictures. She leaped to her feet, screaming with outrage, her sharp nails aimed at Juan's face. Blindly, furiously, she sought to grab the pictures, to claw him.
Kyle caught her from behind, pinning her arms so brutally that she screamed with pain. Juan grinned and tucked the photos safely away in his blue denim jacket.
"You unspeakable little creep!" Linda screamed. "Give me those pictures, or you'll be sorry the rest of your life! I'll go to the police, I'll-"
Juan's hand shot out, and he smacked her hard across the face.
She reeled back against Kyle, who still kept her arms pinned. He kept her on her feet.
"Now, you listen to me, cunt," Juan hissed, "and listen good. You forget about going to the police. 'Cause if you do, we'll show them these pictures. Remember, nobody's forcing you in those shots-you're having the time of your life. When the pigs see that, they won't believe you. Besides, you don't want everybody in town to see them pictures, do you?"
Linda wept miserably, shaking her head. "Oh, please," she sobbed, "don't show them to anybody!"
"I won't," said Juan, "if you cooperate. From now on you gotta do exactly as we say. First, you don't tell the cops anything, you dig? You don't know nothing about the burglaries. You got that?"
Tearfully, Linda nodded. She had no choice. She'd die if anyone saw those obscene photos. The whole town would know that she made love to her teen-age nephew.
"Okay," said Juan, "that's settled. No talking to the cops. The second thing is, we need a headquarters, a place to meet and store our loot till we fence it. My gang is gonna meet here, at your place."
"Oh, God!" Linda wept. She hated the idea, but she had no alternative but to submit.
"There's just one more thing," said Juan, stepping close to her. "Whenever we want some tail, you put out for us. No protests, no fighting. Your cunt belongs to us. You dig, lady?"
"My God, I despise you," Linda said dully.
"I don't give a shit what you think," Juan spat. "I just wanta make sure you get the point."
"Oh, I get it," she said bitterly.
"Great," said Juan, "because I feel like I want some right now." He glanced at Kyle. "You don't have to hold her. We got the pictures, and she'd damn well better cooperate."
Kyle let go of her, and Linda rubbed her bruised arm.
"Well," said Juan impatiently, "get moving, baby. Into the bedroom. I ain't got all night."
Silently, grimly, Linda led the way to her room. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide. Grinning, eying her snatch, Juan quickly undressed.
While he fucked her, Kyle took more pictures.