Chapter 1

Cops and robbers were shooting it out on the street. Cars were crashing all around. Sirens were screaming. All hell was breaking loose. But Jessica Lane was oblivious to it all. She was bathed in the cold glow of the television set, but her pretty eyes were closed and her ears had tuned out the noise. The late show was the farthest thing from Jessica's mind at the moment. Her imagination was working on something much more exciting.

Jessica had been as horny as a bitch in heat for the past two days. Her cunt was as hot as a steaming jungle between her long, lithe legs. She had been fighting the urge to reach up under her slip and diddle her pussy. She was still fighting the urge with all her might, but she was fighting a losing battle. Her fingers seemed to be drawn to her steaming cunt as if by a power stronger than her will to resist.

Of course, if Jessica had been in her own home she wouldn't have resisted for a minute the desire to stroke her tingling cunt. She would have pulled up her slip and bared her cunt and buried her eager fingers deep in her sucking pussy. But she was not at home now, and she thought she should at least try to control herself. Jessica had come to help her sister Joan out of a little jam. The unbearable itch of desire in her seething cunt was making her regret having offered her help.

Joan had called two days earlier and told , Jessica that she had to be out of town on business for a week. She had been called away quite suddenly and hadn't had a chance to find anyone to stay with her four boys. Jessica had tried to beg off, but to no avail. Jessica knew that Joan had her hands full trying to keep the business going after her husband, Ron, had died, and they were sisters after all. Before she knew it she had been talked into spending the week as a sort of live-in babysitter, not that the boys were babies.

That was Jessica's problem. The boys were not babies any more. They were growing boys who were soon to become young men. And being in the presence of four, good-looking, young teenage boys presented Jessica with a difficult problem. She had been with them only two days now, and already she was wild with lust for them.

Jessica had an all-consuming passion for young men and boys. Nothing in the world of sex could satisfy her like a young boy eager to please her in every way. Her passion had developed after a very unpleasant experience, a marriage that had left her completely turned off by men her own age.

Jessica's husband, Jack, had been a most attentive lover during their courtship, but as soon as they had married his animal nature had come out. Jack had been rough, thoughtless, even cruel and sadistic in his sexual demands. The two years of their marriage had been a torture for her, a torture that had finally ended in a bitter divorce. Jessica had decided never to give herself so completely to a man again. Never again would she let herself be manipulated and used by a grunting, sweating, hairy animal like Jack. Of course her rejection of men had left her in a state of almost unbearable horniness, for Jessica had always been a woman of powerful sexual desires.

Jessica had gone without the company of the opposite sex for a long time, until one day she had stepped beyond the bounds of acceptable moral conduct and found exactly what she needed. One fine, summer day Jessica had seduced her paperboy. The lad had been so easy to seduce and so eager to please her that she had invited him into her bed again and again, teaching him more and more about the joys of hot fucking. She had been thrilled again and again by the boy's fine, young cock and the youthful eagerness with which he had used it to fill her hungry cunt. She had been thrilled, too, by the way he had given himself to her without making demands the way her husband had. He had been gentle yet passionate, and his devotion to her had been complete. She had never been so well fucked in her life.

Of course there had been other boys since her paperboy. She had wasted no opportunity to exercise her womanly powers of seduction. She had learned to love seducing innocent, young boys, and she had gotten better at her favorite pastime with each successful seduction. She loved introducing boys to sex, loved giving them their first taste of hot, unbridled fucking, loved teaching them until they knew as much about pleasing a woman as most grown men. She loved using her considerable, feminine charms to reduce innocent young boys to virtual sex slaves who would do anything and everything she asked of them. She could never get enough stiff, young prick.

At her sister Joan's house she was surrounded by boys, and they were driving her wild. Of course they hadn't done anything to stir her desires, at least not on purpose. But boys would be boys, and that was exactly what excited Jessica. She knew, too, that the boys were as aware of her presence as she was of theirs. She knew that she had a way of turning boys on almost without even trying. Every move she made when she was with a boy seemed calculated to seduce. Everything about her, from the way she seemed to undress her boys with her eyes to the way she smiled, seemed meant to awaken sexual instincts in young boys. Jessica knew somehow that something would happen before long, something that would suck them all into the whirlpool of incestuous lust.

Even as she sat there in her sister's living room, her hand slipping up her leg ever closer to her seething cunt and she tried to resist thinking about her sister's boys. Having the hots for the paperboy, or the boy next door, or the boy who delivered her groceries was one thing, but having the hots for her own nephews was something else again. Did she dare even imagine seducing her own sister's innocent, young sons? Did she dare even imagine the wild joys of fucking and sucking with those handsome, young studs? She knew that she could have all four of the boys if she wanted them. She could work her seductive magic on them and bring them all under her spell. But did she dare? And in her sister's own house?

The images in Jessica's lusty imagination continued to form in spite of her efforts at self-control. An incident had already happened earlier that morning that fueled the fires of lust within her. Jessica had accidentally walked into the bathroom while her nephew, Robbie, was getting ready to take his morning shower. Robbie had just been stepping into the shower when she had walked in on him. She had gasped when she had seen Robbie's young, naked body. The boy had heard her and had wheeled around automatically. Jessica's eyes had flashed quickly from the boy's startled face to his naked cock and balls and back again. She had stared into his eyes for a moment, holding him in a state of shock for a moment or two. Robbie hadn't even tried to hide his nakedness, so great had been the shock and the power of his aunt's mysterious and smoldering eyes. By the time the boy had managed to put his hands down between his legs to hide his cock and balls Jessica had seen enough, perhaps too much.

Jessica could still see the expression on young Robbie's innocent, young face when he had wheeled around to find her standing there only a few feet away. His expression had quickly changed from one of shock to one of amazement as she had smiled at him and glanced down between his legs at his naked cock and balls. The boy's hands had remained at his sides for a moment, letting her have a long look at his sexual development. She had been pleased with what she had seen between his young legs.

Jessica hadn't seduced a boy quite as young as Robbie. The mere thought of unleashing a sexual onslaught on a boy that young made her pussy flutter. She could almost see his young cock stiffening with excitement. She knew that that was exactly what would have happened in the bathroom earlier that morning if she had stayed there much longer.

Jessica had noticed how Robbie's eyes had started roving over her body after the initial shock had worn off. It had only taken a few seconds, but the boy's eyes had taken in a lot. Jessica had been wearing only a flimsy negligee. She had gotten up early that morning to fix breakfast and hadn't expected the boys to be up yet, and she hadn't bothered to wear anything more concealing. She knew that Robbie had been able to see the round swellings of her full, firm tits beneath her flimsy garment. She knew that he could even have seen her pert, little nipples stiffening beneath the thin material. She knew that he could have seen the dark shadow of pussy hair between her statuesque legs as his eyes roved quickly over her body.

As Jessica's fingers touched the quivering lips of her hot cunt she almost wished she hadn't left Robbie so soon that morning. She almost wished she had stayed with him. She almost wished she had held him in her spell long enough to watch his young cock rise up between his legs and show her how excited she was making him.

In Jessica's imagination, she was still in the bathroom with her nephew. She saw herself walking toward the boy, her tits quivering slightly beneath her transparent negligee. She saw Robbie's mouth falling open with amazement when she reached down between his naked legs and closed her warm hand over his young cock and balls. She felt the warmth of his naked prick and balls soaking into her hand as she pressed them gently. She felt his well developed cock stiffening quickly in her exploring hand.

Jessica's fingers were stroking her juicy cunt beneath her slip now, making her clit tingle with delight as her imagination went wild. She saw herself slipping out of the negligee she had worn that morning. She saw Robbie's glittering, young eyes widen as she got completely naked before him. She watched herself lifting her warm, naked tits in her hands and offering them to the boy. She could feel his nervous hands as they touched her freely offered tits. She could feel her cunt twitching with delight as she moved closer and closer to the boy.

Jessica's slip was pushed up above her waist now. She had her fingers buried in her cunt all the way to her knuckles. Her cunt was dripping with lust as she imagined the wild things she might have done with her young nephew that morning. She twisted her fingers inside her sucking cunt, rubbing her clit, stroking her own satiny, inner flesh.

The hot-assed, older woman could feel her nephew's stiff, young cock rubbing up against her leg as she pressed her naked body against him. She could feel the stiffness of his prick as she guided it between her silky legs. She imagined feeling the kid bucking his lean, young ass and driving his hard-on between the eager lips of her hot, wet cunt.

Jessica could feel her pleasure mounting as she felt Robbie's hard cock slipping and sliding in the clutching grasp of her cunt. Her fingers rubbed against her blazing clit, making her body shudder with pure delight, making her writhe with pleasure. If only she had a real boy to share her pleasure with, she thought. If only the young cock that was driving in and out of her cunt in her imagination was real flesh and blood.

"Oh, Robbie. Robbie, darling. Fuck me, Robbie. I love the way your cock feels inside me. Move it in and out, lover. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like a man," the horny aunt moaned as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Jessica's fingers worked more and more wildly between her writhing legs as she grew hotter and hotter with lust for her young nephew. Her need for a nice, hard cock in her cunt was driving her wild. Her need was almost unbearable, and getting worse by the second.

"Oh, Robbie. Robbie. Where are you, darling?" she moaned in a low voice smoldering with sex-heat.

"I'm right here, Aunt Jessica," a trembling young voice said softly.

Jessica almost died on the spot. She couldn't believe her ears. She thought for a moment that she was imagining Robbie's voice, but when she turned her head and looked behind her there he was, as real as could be. Jessica froze in shock for a moment or two. Her hand remained pressed against her seething cunt. Her slip remained tucked up above her waist. She stared in total disbelief at the boy who had caught her in the act of playing with her cunt.

Jessica knew now how Robbie had felt when she had walked in on him that morning in the bathroom, only for her the situation was even more embarrassing. There was no way to hide what she was doing to herself. Even if Robbie was too innocent to know that she was diddling her cunt surely he had heard her calling his name and begging him to fuck her.

"Robbie . . . how . . . how long have you been standing there?" she forced herself to say.

"Uh ... I ... I guess I'd better go, Aunt Jessica ... I ... I didn't know you were . . . uh . . . busy ..." the boy rasped, his eyes still fixed on the place where her hand disappeared between her legs.

"No! Don't go, Robbie," Jessica gasped, trying to save the situation.

She pulled her hand away from her juicy cunt and pulled her slip down over her legs. She sat up and tried to look as if nothing had happened.

"What was it you wanted, Robbie?" she asked in a carefully controlled voice.

"Nothing, Aunt Jessica. Honest," the boy said in a nervous voice.

"Nonsense, darling. You must have wanted something. You came downstairs to see me in the middle of the night," she said, her cunt still tingling with desire.

"Uh . . . well ... 1 ... I just couldn't sleep, Aunt Jessica. I ... I wanted to see if I could watch television with you for awhile.

That's all. Honest," Robbie said, blinking uncontrollably as he tried to look into his aunt's eyes.

Jessica knew that there was something on the boy's mind, and she had to find out what it was. She couldn't just let him go back to bed as if nothing had happened, not after what he had seen. He would toss and turn all night thinking about the experience, and she just couldn't let that happen to the poor, innocent, young lad. And besides, her pussy was getting even hotter now that the object of her desires was standing so close to her. She couldn't bring herself to let him leave her now.

"Why don't you just come over and sit down, Robbie? You may watch television for a few minutes if you wish. Tomorrow isn't a school day," she said, patting the cushion next to her.

"I ... I don't think I'd better, Aunt Jessica," the boy said in a dry voice.

Robbie had turned his back on her and wouldn't turn around to face her until she got up and took hold of his arm. She led him around the sofa and sat him down next to her. It was only then that she found out why he was so hesitant to turn and face her. Robbie had come downstairs in his pajama bottoms. She glanced down at his lap and saw a stiff projection pushing the material up in a little tent between his legs. She had given her nephew a hard-on with her inadvertent display.

Jessica knew that it wouldn't be easy for young Robbie to lose the stiff cock she had raised on him. She was wearing only a cream-colored slip that clung to her every curve. She wasn't even wearing a bra, and her nipples made little points in the slinky material of her slip. She knew that the boy was desperately fighting the urge to glance over at her and look at her luscious tits. She knew that he was having a terrible time controlling himself. She could tell by the tension in his body. He sat up rigidly, his arms stiff at his sides. She had to do something to help the boy relax.

"Is something bothering you, Robbie?" she asked softly, crossing her legs and letting the hem of her slip move up a bit to expose more of her honey-tanned legs.

"B . . . bothering me?" the boy rasped, casting a quick sidelong glance at his beautiful aunt's legs. "Uh . . . no, Aunt Jessica . . . nothin' . . . nothin' at all. C . . . can I go now?"

"Do you really want to go, darling?" she asked softly with a knowing smile.

"I ... I think I'd better ..." the boy said, looking down at his lap.

"But do you really want to?"

"Well ... uh ... not really ..."

"Then why don't you just stay with me, darling? Nothing bad will happen. Trust me, Robbie," the hot-assed, older woman said in a honeyed voice.

"But . . . I can't, Aunt Jessica!"

"Because you're all excited? Down there?" she asked, looking boldly at the boy's lap.

"Oh gosh, Aunt Jessica! I'm sorry! Honest! I ... I didn't want it to get like that! It ... it just happened, that's all!" the boy said in a pleading voice, trying desperately to explain the rigid hard-on that jutted up from his young loins.

"Now, now, Robbie, darling. It didn't just happen, did it?" she smiled.

"It didn't?" the boy asked in amazement.

"No, Robbie. It didn't just happen all by itself. I made it happen. I made your cock get all stiff early this morning and it's been stiff ever since. Hasn't it, darling?" the boy's lusty aunt asked in a sultry voice.

"Aunt Jessica . . . please . . . uh . . . don't talk like that ..." the kid pleaded, his young balls aching between his tense legs as he heard her say words that he had never heard a woman say before.

"It's true, isn't it, Robbie? I caught you in the shower when you were all naked and I saw your cock starting to get hard. You saw my tits and my pussy right through the negligee I was wearing and you got all excited. You've been excited ever since. You haven't been able to get my tits and my cunt out of your mind all day, have you? You've been thinking about me and wondering why I didn't try to cover my tits. You've been wondering why I looked down at your cock the way I did. And you've been wondering why I looked into your eyes and smiled the way I did. Isn't it all true, darling?"

"But . . . how . . . how did you know all that, Aunt Jessica? I don't get it," Robbie said, his eyes glittering with youthful excitement.

"Your Aunt Jessica understands boys very well, darling. I don't have any children of my own, but I make an effort to be close to young boys like you," she smiled, moving closer to her horny, young nephew.

"You . . . you do?" Robbie choked when he felt her warm leg up against his.

"Yes, darling. I want to be close to you. I think you need me, Robbie. I think you need someone to talk to about the way you're feeling. Isn't that why you came down to see me?" she smiled, letting her hand reach out and take the boy's hand in hers.

"I guess, Aunt Jessica. I just wanted to be with you for awhile."

"And you wanted to see if your cock would get big and hard again. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Ai Honest."

"Don't be silly, darling. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen boys get hard-ons before. It's just something you'll have to get used to as you grow up. You'll be getting many more hard-ons in the most inconvenient places, darling. Of course, some women my age would be embarrassed to see a boy with a big, hard cock sticking up from his lap, but not me," the boy's lusty aunt said in a warm voice, looking at the boy's lap.

Hearing his aunt use such words as cock and hard-on was driving Robbie wild. There was something about the way she said the words that made his balls quiver between his legs. She seemed to taste each word on her lips. She knew that he was embarrassed as hell. Why then was she making things worse for him? He couldn't understand why she was squeezing his hand and talking about his prick. It was almost as if she was trying to keep him embarrassed. But why would his own aunt do such a thing? The boy was confused, but he trusted his aunt and realized that anything she would do couldn't be too bad.