Chapter 8
Susan paused in the doorway. Terry looked so lovely when she was sleeping, touseled hair hanging in ringlets around her flushed round face. Nipples just beginning to retract. The sweet smell of pussy freshening the bedroom air. Susan sighed, leaned against the door frame and rubbed her breasts and her cunt.
They'd finished an hour-long bout, one that totally exhausted Terry. Well, Susan thought, I'm kinda knocked out myself. It was so intense, so wild and lustful when they made it together, she and her sister. How in the world had either of them gone so many years without a bedroom reunion?
She closed her robe, tied the sash and shut the door behind her. What time was it, anyway? Almost seven. Early enough in summer, but Jesse hadn't come in yet, and she was beginning to worry a little about him. Had it been such a good idea, giving him the Maserati for a day, encouraging his plan to-what else could you call it?-rape Darlene Goodhugh? God, what if it had gone wrong? What if Darlene had resisted, maybe gone to the police or something. Could the town whore press rape charges?
Even so, she was glad he hadn't come in while she and Terry were moaning their guts out in the bedroom, each sister doing her best to stick her head up the other sister's twat. It felt so good, but the boy wouldn't understand.
Mmmmm. The car. She'd know the sound of her engine anywhere. She breathed a sigh of relief, dried her pussy with a tissue, and arose from the john.
Jesse came in through the back door, the kitchen door, just as she came out of the bathroom. One look at his face told her it had worked. She smiled, and then he was on her, embracing her tightly, kissing her face, her neck, burrowing into the v-neck of her robe, his lips smearing hot wet kisses onto her tits.
"Stop it," she said in a low voice, trying to break free. He pressed her with his crotch and, though she could smell the fragrant, pungent odor of sex enfolding her nephew's body, his cock was astir inside his pants. "Do you go around like this all the time?" she asked, reaching down and fingering the bulge in his tight jeans.
He replied, but only after he'd slipped his hand into her robe and cupped a round, warm tit. "How can anybody ever get enough?" he asked, so wide-eyed she could tell at once he was dead serious.
He leaned in again, and his prick was harder still. "Didn't you fuck Darlene?" she asked, evading his hot, open-mouthed kisses.
"Twice," he said. "Well, more than twice." He raised his hand, started counting off. "Once in the mouth, then in the cunt, then in the asshole-she loved it!-in the mouth again, in the pussy again-and I finished off between her tits. I sprayed juice all over her face and she lapped it up like a cat chasing spilled milk across the floor." He squeezed his aunt's boob. "She called me a bastard one minute and the next she was licking shit off my cock."
"My God," Susan laughed softly, "you have a gift for language!"
"But," he went on, "do you know what it meant? It meant that I fucked Darlene Goodpussy. When I dropped her off downtown, I realized that she could walk around the corner and die and I wouldn't even care. She was just a piece of ass. Aunt Susan, fucking is so much more important than that, isn't it? I mean, that's what you showed me last night. People who care about each other, who like each other, who like to be with each other. Aunt Susan, I-I want to fuck you. Right now. I want to do it while I still remember Darlene, and I want to see just how much difference there really is. Please, Aunt Sue? Please?"
"Your mother-she's asleep-" Susan shook her head, flushing, trying to ignore the insistence of his body touching hers, the stiffness in his pants thrust hard and firm against her thigh. "We can't, Jesse. No more. It's too much for me to handle. I-"
And she looked up into his face and she knew she couldn't refuse him, no matter how insane it was even to think of bedding him while Terry was in the house. His eyes-he had his mother's eyes, and she was no more able to resist Jesse than she was able to resist his mother. I got out of bed at two in the afternoon, Susan thought, and I am being seduced for the second time in five hours.
"Fast," she said. "Fast and quiet. And I mean quiet. If your mother finds out, if she hears us and comes to see what's wrong-oh, Jesse, this is absolutely the last time. You get that straight. You don't need me any longer. The last time."
"The last time," he repeated.
She dropped the robe onto the floor beside his bed. The bed was really too narrow for fucking, but they had no choice. The one they'd used last night was occupied right now, occupied by Terry, sleeping blissfully and in satiation, and thank God Teresa was ignorant of what was going on in the other bedroom. Susan moved, naked, against Jesse, and his stiff cock rose like a hot lance of flesh between their bare bodies. She stood on tiptoes, kissed his face, relishing the feel of him against her belly, the throb of blood pulsing into his dick, keeping him hard and stiff and ready, against the moment when he would spread her thighs and ram his pecker into her aching, hungry twat.
I want him, she thought. I really do want him. Desperately. In spite of Terry and what we just finished. I'm ready to do it again, this time with a cock and balls. My nephew's cock and balls. Oh, what the hell? It's all in the family. She pulled him down onto the bed and her hand closed around his cock. It was sticky and wet from the labors it had shared with Darlene, but he was incredibly hard, lusciously thick. If she hadn't known it was physically impossible, she could almost have convinced herself that Jesse's cock had grown since the last time it had invaded her twat, in the pre-dawn hours this morning. She stroked him from cocktip to balls, let her hand slide down to cup and cuddle his heavy sac of nuts, and he was busy suckling her stiff nipples, biting the ends of her breasts. "Don't leave marks," she warned him. "At least-ohhhhh-not big ones."
"How about this big one?" he asked, guiding both her hands down, wrapping them around his rod. He flexed for her, allowed Susan to sample the incredible, youthful power and energy that flooded his young body. "I gave Darlene dirty water," he said. "I saved my cum for you, Aunt Susan, and I have so much to give you-"
"Don't talk so loud," she moaned in concern, but every pulsation of that sweet hard cock she grasped with both hands sent concern a little further to the back of Susan Caton's mind. She ached to fuck it, she longed to suck it. She wanted to do everything to that delicious cock of her nephew's, and she wanted to do it now! God, it was so insane, what they were doing with each other! But was it any more insane than what she and Terry had just finished?
Susan shifted around on the bed, one of her legs dangling over the edge. Oh, damn it, she stopped worrying when she got her mouth on Jesse's dick. It slipped in, and there was a faint, anchovy-like flavor lingering on his flesh. Not pleasant, till her tongue had gotten used to it. Darlene's legacy? She supposed so. As Jesse's cock slipped deeper into her mouth she forgot everything-everything but eating!
He spread her legs, pulled her crotch atop his face, and started tonguing his way up into her cunt. She squirmed in delight. He'd learned his lessons well, last evening, early this morning. From a total novice he was developing into a good journeyman. Not a master yet, but it shouldn't take him long to get there. His tongue made circles around her clit, tipping it off occasionally with a well-placed flick, and she saw stars exploding before her eyes. That is, she saw them when her eyes weren't full of the lovely sight of Jesse's prick.
Susan mouthed her way up and down his cock, nibbling his outer skin. She took his balls in her mouth, one at a time, and she sucked them delicately, as such precious, tender stones deserved. She pushed his balls out of the way and got her tongue into the crack of his ass, licking his little tiny hole with frisky abandon. Had he really stuck his cock up Darlene's asshole? God! Ass-fucking was a great trip for some people, but Susan found it uncomfortable.
Her tongue tingled happily as she gobbled her nephew's rod. He was leaking cum, thick and sweet, and the bubbles tickled her taste buds in the most pleasant fashion. Some cocks were great to fuck, lousy to suck, some were vice-versa. A man might not have the strength or the bulk to fuck her the way she liked to be fucked. His cum might have an acrid taste or a sour taste. Jesse was the best of both worlds. His cock was a delight to have in her snatch, a joy to feel throbbing in her mouth. It was beautiful to look at, even, though how any woman could look at such a cock for more than a split second was beyond Susan's comprehension. He had the kind of cock that stirred lustful thoughts in her mind, and the sight of it, the feel of it, made her pussy pucker, her desires heighten.
"Mmmmm, yes, darling, eat me, just that way-you're learning. Have you been practicing with someone else?" she asked slyly.
"I thought I invented it just now," Jesse grinned into her pouting puss. He squeezed her buttocks, lapped up into her box once more, and Susan felt the throb of an orgasm shoot through her body. What's he going to be like when he hits eighteen? she wondered in delight, her tongue playing its wicked circles around the bulk of his hardened tool.
It had been a long, long time since Susan's last really satisfying relationship. She'd come home for a vacation in middle America, found herself in the middle of not one, but two affairs-one with her sister, one with her nephew. And both of them so hot, so passionate, so consuming! And so soon they'd be ending.
Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth loose from Jesse's cock. She would have enjoyed tasting his cum, hot and milky in her mouth, but even more than that, she desired to fuck him, to feel her snug pussy contract around his thick sweet rod. And there wasn't time enough to do both. God only knew how much longer Terry would be asleep. It had to be fast, no matter how she wanted to prolong the delight. Susan released his cock and rolled over, disconnecting his mouth and her pussy. He had a disappointed look on his face but she was adamant. "It has to be this way, Jesse." And, much as it hurt, "We may not get another chance to do it at all while I'm here. Or ever. And the thought of that kills me, darling, but I'm afraid it, too, has to be that way. Now come up here and give Aunt Susan a big juicy kiss and let me taste my cum on your mouth. And while you're doing it, how about slipping me that big hot rod of yours, mmmm? I let you drive my hot rod today. Now you give me a ride on yours."
She sat back, spreading her thighs, and he slipped neatly into the spread. She raised her legs, lifting her pussy somewhat, and Jesse tickled the lips of her twat with the end of his cock rod. Cunt cream dripped from her cunt and she sighed from deep in her belly as his prong went into her. She leaned toward him, wrapping arms and legs around his body, and her mouth sought his in a kiss of fire. A sitting fuck was something she enjoyed once in a while. Depth of penetration wasn't great, but the steady in-out could friction the hell out of her cunt and that was what counted.
They kissed, rocking back and forth, cock slipping in and out, and Susan's heart beat wildly behind her left tit, each beating pulsation seeming to stiffen her nipples a little more, to juice her pussy that much more lubriciously, allowing his rod to slide with greater and greater ease. "This is beautiful," she whispered into his mouth as she nibbled his lips. "I wish it never had to end."
"Let's pretend it doesn't," he whispered back. "Aunt Sue, it really means something when I do it with you-it means something! It feels great too, but it's not like masturbating, and it's not like fucking Darlene Goodpussy, either.
"I can-I really can," Susan husked. "And that's the hardest part of all. When I make it with you, when Te-" She stopped in horror. She'd almost been ready to say "When Terry and I make love!" Her face colored violently. Concentrate on your fucking, Susan, she warned herself. Your mouth can get you into trouble. As if you didn't already know that! "Make it good," she purred. "Make it good for me, Jesse. You know how."
Terry Parrish rolled over in the bed, her arm swinging, lightly, airily. Her eyes were almost closed and her head was in neutral. All she wanted was to touch her sister's body, to feel Susan beside her in the bed.
But Susan wasn't there.
Terry sat up with a start, blinking to clear her eyes of sleep. She looked at the clock. It was seven-thirty. She'd been asleep for half an hour or more. A very nice nap, especially after the bout of sex she and Susan had given each other. Terry's bed still gave off the aroma of wet pussy and sweet cum. She sighed, breathing in that scent. But where was Susan? Terry was on the verge of calling out. No, she thought. I'll sneak up on her. Surprise her with a hand in a strategic place. She giggled girlishly at the idea. I don't feel so old anymore, she thought friskily. I feel like a teenager. Susan's visit has taken twenty years off my life. Oh, God, I want her again!
She got out of bed, put on her robe and fuzzy slippers, to better muffle the sounds of her feet. What if Jesse had come home? She hesitated as she started to open the bedroom door. Well, she'd send him on an errand. Any kind of excuse that would leave her and Susan alone #in the house, give her access to the dripping treasure between her sister's thighs.
She stepped out of the bedroom, looked first into the living room. No Susan. She turned toward the kitchen. No Susan. Wait a minute. There were sounds. A radio? No music. Maybe it was a talk show. Jesse must be in his bedroom listening to the radio. But where was Susan? Well, perhaps her son would know. Terry peeked out the window, saw both the Maserati and her own Subaru parked outside. Susan couldn't have gone far. And it would give her the chance to send Jesse off, too. She nodded, went down the hall toward his bedroom door. She tapped twice, a pair of brisk rap-raps, and then she opened the door.
"Oh, my God!" she said, lurching back in total disbelief.