Chapter 1
Her eyes wide, she stared at his cock.
The door was open only a crack, but she could see clearly into the room. Her nephew, Clyde, was stretched out on the bed with his pants at his ankles and his fist closed around the shaft of his erect cock.
Laura Seldon gasped. Her heart jumped in her chest. Clyde was eighteen years old and she knew that boys his age were obsessed with sex. But seeing him like that was a shock. It was more than just the nudity or the fact that he was masturbatingg: He was big.
His cock was long and thick and his balls were huge. During the month he had been living with her, she had never allowed herself to think about the bulge in his jeans.
She was thirty years old but hardly experienced. Years before she had almost gotten married, but it hadn't worked out and somehow the time went by .without her meeting anyone to take his place. She was not the sort of woman to dabble in casual affairs. She'd learned to live with her loneliness and sexual frustration. She told herself it was important for a woman to have principles. But looking now at the pink sac that held Clyde's balls, at the throbbing cockhead that seemed ready to burst, her principles collapsed into a meaningless triangle.
Clyde's fist moved up and down with a slow rhythm. His eyes were closed and his face was flushed.
Laura could see a drop of fluid welling up in the slit of his cockhead. Her eyes sparkling with fascination, she watched the way each firm stroke of his hand brought his foreskin up to almost cover the fat purplish knob.
Her brother's son. And there she was watching was not a very ladylike way to describe it. But that's what it was. Masturbating. Jerking off. Beating his meat. She knew the words. They meant nothing. What counted was that she had never seen anything like it before and the sight of it was driving her wild. Her heart was pounding like a trip hammer and she was sweating. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet. She knew that without touching herself: she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs.
Clyde was breathing faster now, pumping his fist more insistently. His balls jiggled at the end of each stroke. She wondered if he was thinking about a woman. Did he find someone like her attractive? She found herself hypnotized by the hand pumping the cock. She wanted to watch him come. The thought of actually seeing that huge cock shoot out a geyser of cum brought a soft moan to her lips.
And then he was suddenly there, twisting his hips, groaning, his cream bubbling and frothing on the head of his cock, and abruptly gushing huge globs of white cum into the air.
Shivering, her eyes tightly closed, Laura moaned in her own orgasm.
Almost on the point of fainting, she turned and silently slipped away to her bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she looked at her image in the long mirror beside the closet. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of Clyde. She was an attractive woman. No one had to tell her that: she could see it clearly in the mirror. She stared at the heaving of her large breasts, at the thrust of her tits against her dress.
Watching herself in the mirror, she quickly removed her clothes. In a moment she confronted the image of her ripe body: heavy gourd-shaped breasts, meaty nipples, a thick bush of dark pubic hair.
She ought to have a man, she knew that, but there were times when her own body was more than enough.
Her nipples began to visibly lengthen, swelling and tightening with her arousal. Lifting up a breast, she lowered her head and took the fruity nipple between her teeth.
She adored her breasts. Maybe in ten or fifteen years they would droop and she would regret their size and shape, but until then they were an unending source of sensual pleasure. She'd been sucking her own nipples since the age of sixteen and sometimes she could bring on an orgasm that way.
Pulling as much of her tit into her mouth as she could, she sucked wetly at her breast.
"That's a turn-on, Aunt Laura."
She dropped her tit and whirled to face the door. Clyde was standing there, completely naked and fondling his stiff cock!
"Oh God!" she cried. "What are you doing here?"
Clyde laughed. "It's not God that's here. It's only Clyde."
She tried covering her body with her hands and arms. "Please go!" she wailed.
"Not on your life, Aunt Laura. You had yourself a nice time watching me jerk off, didn't you?"
Blushing furiously, she found a robe and covered herself. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"The hell you don't."
He approached her and she cringed. When her eyes dropped to his bobbing cock, he smiled.
"I've always had hot rocks over you."
"I'm almost old enough to be your mother," she said. "In any case, I'm your aunt."
"So what? Let's have a look at those tits."
"Now listen to me, Clyde, you get right back to your room!"
"No way, Aunt Laura. You're going to do as I say, aren't you? Just drop the robe."
Was it the masterful tone of his voice, or the hypnotic fascination of his throbbing cock so close to her face? She had never really been this close to a naked man with the lights on. She had lost her virginity in the dark back seat of an automobile. The sight of his lusty masculinity brought a shiver to her spine. She realized she was totally in his power. With trembling hands she slipped the robe off her shoulders and down to her waist. Her breasts felt swollen, the tips tender and stiff.
"Nice," he said. "You have gorgeous tits."
Extending a hand, he dug his fingers into the underside of her left breast and raised it up.
"Suck it," he said. "The way you were doing it before. It turns me on."
She felt a total absence of will. Lowering her eyes, she stared at her long, tumescent nipple.
"Suck it!" he demanded.
Inclining her head, she took her tit into her mouth.
It was different now. Doing it to herself had always been highly erotic, but with someone watching her the excitement was devastating.
He began rhythmically squeezing her breast, urging her flesh into her mouth. With his other hand he slowly stroked his cock. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, watched his hand pumping the hard shaft of male meat.
When he finally allowed her to release her tit, the turgid nipple glistened like a wet raspberry.
"You'll do everything I tell you to, won't you?" he said.
She nodded. She was helpless.
"Stand up and get rid of the robe," he said.
Blushing, her lower lip trembling, she rose to her feet and dropped the robe.
He ogled her body with a smile. She kept her chin up and tried not to meet his eyes.
"Put one foot on the bed," he said. "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
Her mind dazed, her eyes confused with passion and shame, she raised her leg and put her foot on the bed. She opened her thighs to show herself.
Grinning, he pulled over a chair and sat down directly in front of her.
"You have a hairy pussy," he said. "Open it up. Show us the inside."
Her cunt was sopping wet. She was ashamed to show herself like that. But using her fingers, she opened the outer lips and showed him the pink interior.
"Juicy," he said. "I always knew you had a juicy cunt. You're going to do everything I tell you to, aren't you?"
She closed her eyes and shivered. "Yes," she said.
"Play with yourself," he said. "You're about ready to come anyway. Play with it and show me how you do it."
He was stroking himself again. Her eyes fixed on the fat purplish head of his cock, she began moving her fingers in the wet groove of her pussy. She avoided her clit: a single touch there and she knew she would come.
But Clyde wanted to watch her have an orgasm.
"Don't hold back," he said. "Come on, let's see it! Put a couple of fingers in there. Show me how you do it."
There was no way she could stop now. She slipped two fingers into her cunt hole and used the ball of her thumb on her clitoris. In a few moments she was gasping, clenching her teeth, and bucking her hips.
She felt too inhibited to have more than a small orgasm, but Clyde seemed satisfied.
Leaning forward, he ran a fingertip between the lips of her cunt.
"Christ, you're wet!" he said. "Do you always get this wet? You're a hot piece, Aunt Laura. When was the last time you got fucked?"
"A long time ago," she said.
"Do you want me to fuck you."
"I don't know."
He laughed. "There's no rush, is there? Do you want to come again?"
"No," she said.
"Turn around and bend over."
She wanted to refuse, but she realized there was no way she could do it. Her cheeks flushed, she turned and bent over the bed.
"Kneel on the bed," he said. "Get your ass in the air. Get your legs apart."
The total exposure of her cunt and asshole was almost unbearable. She felt his fingertips running along the groove, tickling her cunt and then her asshole. She opened her lips and uttered a moan.
"Just stay like that," he said. "I like the view."
Her shoulders down, her ass up in the air, she cushioned her head on her arms and closed her eyes. Just a short time ago the idea of assuming this position in front of a man would have seemed impossible. And now here she was bent over on a bed showing her ass to her nephew. It was getting to her, of course. The excitement was more than she could tolerate. She needed release. She needed a major orgasm. But there was nothing she could do about it. She knew she had to wait. It was Clyde who was giving the orders.
"What about now?" he said. "What?"
"Are you ready to come again."
"Yes!" she hissed.
"Well, go ahead," he said. "Use your hand. I'll just sit here and watch."
Maintaining the position, she slipped her hand down under her belly to her steaming cunt. She was too close for any delicate manipulation. She used the flat of her hand to rub the meat of her cunt, her cunt lips, her clit, and the bulge of fat that protected her pubic bone. She could hear the squishing sound made by her fingers. Clyde's face was close enough so that she could feel his breath on her pussy. She knew he could see everything. She thought about his cock, his meaty heavily veined shaft, and the full sac of his balls. It was hard to believe that an eighteen-year-old could be hung like that. Hung. The word drummed in her brain. She had never really used that word before. But that's what it was, wasn't it? A man was hung with cock and balls, like a stallion.
I'm showing myself to him like an animal, she thought..
She wondered what her cunt looked like from the back. She had seen pictures in magazines of girls like that, bending over, showing everything, their cunt lips hanging down. She wondered if she looked like that.
Then she felt his fingers pushing into her cunt hole. She had no idea how many fingers, but he was stretching her. The feeling was exquisite.
"Oh yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your hand!"
He gave a short laugh and started fucking his fingers in and out of the channel of her cunt.
She rubbed herself in a frenzy and came with a series of deep groans, convulsing and falling over on the bed.
When she recovered her senses, she rolled over on her back and found Clyde standing beside the bed looking down at her.
"That was nice, Aunt Laura. It turns me on to watch you come like that."
She blushed.
"Sit up," he said. "It's time you and my cock got to know each other better."
Pushing herself to a sitting position at the edge of the bed, she faced his body. His cock was only inches from her face. The slit in the cockhead was dripping juice. The knob was swollen and purplish and the urgency of his erection was overwhelming.
"Use your hands," he said.
Biting her lip, she moved her hand up to touch his balls. She ran her fingertips over the contours of the wrinkled sac. She probed each egg individually and then she let his balls rest on her palm and hefted their weight. The feel of him was marvelous. Releasing him, she ran her fingertips along the oscillating shaft of his cock. She traced the prominent veins and circled the flared rim of the cockhead. She stared at the juice welling up in the slit. She remembered watching him come, watching the cum shoot out in a white geyser. Once again, the memory made her heart race.
"Put it in your mouth, Aunt Laura," he said.
She had known he was going to ask her to do that, and now that the moment had arrived she found it impossible to resist.
She had never in her life had a cock in her mouth, but she knew that women did that. And now sitting there with her nephew's dripping cock in front of her face she could understand why.
"Suck it!" he commanded.
With a sigh of submission, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward.
Remaining motionless, Clyde let her proceed.
She first took in the tip of his cock, her tongue tasting the juice in the slit. Then she opened her mouth wider and closed it over the bulbous head. The heat of it was exquisite. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. It was almost like nursing, except that instead of a nipple she was sucking a huge piece of man flesh.
Excited by the act now, she took in more of his cock, moving her head forward, opening her mouth as wide as possible, and getting her lips down on the shaft. The feeling of being orally stuffed was sensational.
Clyde groaned.
She moved her hands up. She held his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
She could feel the spongy head of his cock against her palate, and then, as she moved lower, at the back of her throat. She took him in as deeply as possible and then she moved her mouth back to the tip.
"You're good!" he said. "Suck it! Suck my cock, Aunt Laura!"
Stimulated by his approval, she began slowly bobbing her head up and down on the warm meat.
"Deeper!" he said.
She took in more of his cock and she thought she would gag, but she managed to control it.
This is what I've been missing, she thought. All these years and she'd been missing this.
His cock felt so warm and his balls felt so marvelously full. The experience was wonderful.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her mouth up and down, and inexperienced as she was, she knew that at some point he might start coming. She was uncertain about what she would do then. The idea of having a man come in her mouth was something she had thought about only in moments of private fantasy.
The juice dripping out of his cock hardly had any taste. But she knew that cum was something else and that some women did not like it. But this was the way to service a man. She knew that now. Suck his cock and suck him dry. Suck all the juice out of his balls.
She found herself salivating, saliva dripping out between her lips and running down the shaft of his cock.
Clyde put his hands on her head. He groaned. He bucked his hips. Suddenly he started coming.
She felt the first hot jet against her palate.
With a muffled groan, she squeezed his balls and pulled her mouth back so that she had just the head of his cock inside.
Each spurt was accompanied by a jerk of his hips. It seemed to go on endlessly.
She had his white gism filling her mouth and running over her teeth.
When it was over, her mouth filled with his cum, she pulled away. Closing her eyes, she gathered his gism at the back of her tongue and swallowed. As the cream slid down her throat, she shuddered in an orgasm.
Her last thought was clear: she had become her nephew's sex slave!