Chapter 1

Dolly was drinking boiler-makers, a shot followed by a beer. She walked around her house as if in a daze, stopping here and there to curse a pile of dishes in the sink, stopping here and there to curse her husband, Luke, because he just didn't understand the torture that her life was. She was naked, or almost so. Just a babydoll pajama top. But she liked being this way. Luke wouldn't approve, of course, but fuck him, she thought. Her mainstream of thought was for the milkman, who was due any time. Ahh, the milkman! Her only port of rescue!

She had no way of knowing that her husband's nephew, Jett, was chugging along in his beat-up old Ford, having decided that he'd never make his brother Dave's house, and that his nearest port of rescue was his Uncle Luke's house. The old wreck of a car that he had driven to the city to "make his fortune" was giving out, grunt by groaning grunt of its hot engine.

When young Jett had planned the adventurous trip, he'd pinpointed on the map two places of refuge where he could stay while he looked for a job-his brother Dave's, on the far side of town, and his uncle Luke's, whose house should be only a block or two off this highway.

The choice was obvious.

A few minutes later, he brought the ancient Model B coupe to a halt in the driveway of a modern split-level house. It was Jett's first time in the city, and he looked at the house with apprehension. It was not yet noon, and Uncle Luke would surely be at work now, and his two girl cousins in school. Which would leave only his Aunt Dolly at home-if she were home and had not gone off anywhere.

He almost hoped that she was gone. He could curl up on the car seat and sleep till his cousins or his uncle came home. He felt a little hesitant about walking in on his aunt and surprising her like this, without any warning of his visit. And she wasn't even his real aunt, having married his Uncle Luke only a few years before. She'd come out to the Lanigan farm with Luke shortly after the wedding, and that was the only time that he had ever seen her. His memory of her was vague. Of course, five years before he'd been only thirteen and not much interested in lady relatives.

So he sat with his hands on the steering wheel for a moment, then finally pushed away with a sigh and got out of the car. He rubbed the palms of his hands on the thighs of his dungarees and approached the house.

Inside the house, Aunt Dolly punched a hole in the top of another can of beer and chug-a-lugged almost half of it before she set it down on the counter by the sink. She scowled out the window at the rattletrap car that had died at the end of the driveway and wondered who in the world the boy was who was getting out of it.

She looked down at herself. Maybe she should put something on over her babydoll pajama top-or perhaps even a pair of panties under it. She shrugged. To hell with it. If he didn't like it he could leave as easily as he came in. She was puzzled, though. He certainly wasn't a salesman, not looking the way he did. And he was young, tall, built like a heavyweight fighter with strong thighs that filled his pants legs snugly, and a prominent bulge where the vault with the family jewels was tucked.

She shrugged again, touching a hand to her hair. Not that it needed attention. She had taken pains with her hair and makeup that morning and she knew she looked good. It was Monday and the milkman came on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week. It was her good week. On alternate weeks she had him only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because the girls were home on Saturday, his third delivery day.

So she had fixed her hair and put on her sheerest babydoll pajama top, leaving off the bottoms for the sake of convenience, and knowing what the sight of her bush through the sheer nylon would do to the milkman. She smiled at the thought and reached for the kitchen door as the husky, jean-clad youth came up on the stoop.

"Howdy," he said, smiling. "Can I come in?"

"I guess."

She stepped back and let him in. She was frowning. He sounded so familiar, and looked familiar, too. He walked into the center of the kitchen and turned around. She had closed the door and was standing with her back to it, leaning on the knob. She was younger than he'd expected, not more than thirty, with clear even features and a mass of yellow hair that was darkening at the roots. She was dressed in a pajama top that came just below her crotch and might almost not have been there. It was so filmy that he could plainly see the dark nipples that crowned huge, rounded breasts, and the dark triangular jungle at the base of her belly. He gulped.

The top had a clinging quality that molded itself to her figure, which was lush and voluptuous. While her breasts were large and full and lacked the support of a bra, they sagged only slightly on her chest. The nipples with their large brown aureoles were clearly out-lined, and he was surprised to see how big and erect they were, like thimbles.

"What in hell is that thing out in the yard?" she demanded, coming a step closer to him. He could smell alcohol and, glancing toward the sink, he saw an open can of beer sitting on the counter top.

"You mean my car?"

"Is that a car? It sounds like a locomotive and looks like a joke."

"It's not much," he said deprecatingly. "Papa didn't even want me to drive it this far. He wanted me to come on the bus. He said he'd give me the fare, but I didn't think that was right."

"Why in hell not? That thing out there's a hazard to whoever's driving it and whoever's anywhere near it on the road."

"Well, it's mine," he said defensively. "I mean somebody gave it to me and I got it running and I've driven it for two years now and it never gave me any trouble and I figured I could come this far in it." He paused. "And I did."

"Well, I doubt like hell it'll take you any further."

"Probably not till I do a little work on it," he admitted ruefully.

"Don't look like it's worth working on. You'd be better off pushing it over a cliff and buying yourself something a little more reliable. Like a bicycle."

"Well," he blushed. Jett blushed a lot. It kind of went with his fair complexion and his crop of dark red curly hair. With his wide shoulders and open-eyed look of innocence he looked not unlike Li'l Abner. "I figure to buy something a little better when I can afford to. That's why I came to the city. To seek my fortune."

He spoke gravely and she looked at him oddly, but didn't laugh. There was something too earnest and appealing about this handsome young giant of a boy to laugh at. She walked to the counter, picked up her beer and took a drink from the can. When she tilted her head back her body arched and her breasts thrust up and her hips tilted so that the hairy mound at the apex of her thighs was clearly out-lined. He had a hard time pulling his eyes away. He gulped.

She straightened up then and looked at him. The milkman was due any minute now and she had to get rid of this young fugitive from a plow handle.

"I don't blame you for that," she said. "It sure don't pay to try and make your fortune in the country these days.-Unless you've already got a thousand acres or so, and then the government'll help you live comfortably by paying you not to plant it. But tell me something, if you will."

"Why, sure, if I can."

"Why in hell did you wheel that antique chariot into my driveway?"

"Gee, I'm sorry, Aunt Dolly. I know this is a terrible thing for me to do, to drop in to visit without giving you any warning at all. It was a spur-of-the-moment idea. I couldn't get no job around home and I didn't have any money, and I just up from the breakfast table yesterday and said I was going off to the city to seek my fortune.", Aunt Dolly buried the fingers of one hand into her darkening blond hair and stared at him open-mouthed for a minute. "You can't mean! But you are! You're Jett Lanigan, Luke's nephew!"

"That's right. You remembered me right off. It's like I told Ma-that it'd be all right. I had the urge to leave the farm and I had to go. When a man decides he has to do something, he has to up and do it while the urge is hot on him-strike while the iron is hot, so to speak. Ma said I ought to wait till she could write a letter to you folks but I told her I had to go then or I'd change my mind and then I'd be forever sorry."

"You've sure grown," she breathed, her eyes going over his broad chest, flat stomach, and lean hips.

"I'm eighteen now," he said proudly.

He was an outsized youth with shoulders like a pro football lineman, arms like Rocky Marciano; and yet his body tapered to a narrow waist and hips. His dungarees were faded from many washes and fit right on his legs and around his hips. She stared at the bulge that gave prominent evidence to the suspicion that Jett was outsized in his sex organs, too.

"You were scrawny when I saw you last. You've changed some." She paused while her eyes continued to devour him. She shook her head. "Imagine having something like you right here in our family and I never knew it."...." and so I set out yesterday morning after breakfast and here I am," he finished his story.

"My God, what a trip in that old thing! You couldn't have averaged more than thirty miles an hour."-(

"Hardly that," he said. "I had to stop a few times to fix tires and such. And then I stopped to sleep a little during the night."

"You mean that's all the rest you have had? You poor kid. You must be tired. Can I get you a beer? Or anything?"

"Golly, no. That's all right. I don't drink beer. Just never started. Not that I've got anything against others drinking," he added hastily, glancing at the can in her hand. "But is it all right? I mean, for me to stay here for a while?"

"Sure! I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd have been insulted if you'd gone anywhere else. Of course you can stay with us. As long as you want." But underneath the warm display of hospitality her mind wrestled with the problem of getting him out of the way before the milkman came.

"Well, I want to be on my own. But if I could stay here till I got a job and a little money ahead, then I could get a room somewhere." v

"I wouldn't hear of it," she said. "And I know Luke wouldn't want you to stay anywhere but here." As she studied him, he had the vague feeling of somehow being evaluated like a steer on the auction block.

"I'd want to pay you for my meals and all the trouble."

"I don't think there's going to be any trouble," she said, nodding, a sensual smile resting lightly on her mouth. She was breathing more heavily now, and as her breasts rose and fell Jett's eyes fastened on the huge nipples, clearly out-lined in the fabric; they were uptilted, pointing at him.

"I could go on over to my brother Dave's," he said.

"Charming boy, too," she murmured. "But clear on the other side of town. Stay with us a while till you get settled and decide what you want to do." The more she studied him, the more attractive became the thought of having a boy of his obvious talents staying in the house. The thought of the milkman began to recede in her mind.

"Well, thanks. I appreciate this."

"And now you're tired, aren't you?"

"Well, I didn't get much sleep in the car last night," he admitted. "And I could use a shower."

"Here, let me show you."

She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, up a half-flight of stairs, through a short hall, a bedroom off the hall, and into a bath that opened off the bedroom. Her hand was soft and warm and felt moist in his. As they walked she squeezed his hand a few times and smiled at him. "She's really a fine-looking woman," he thought, and much younger than he'd remembered. Well, a boy of thirteen looks at females in a different way from when he's grown to adult size. "And she does have marvelous tits," he thought, and wondered vaguely how it would feel to squeeze them, then blushed at the idea.

"You take as long as you like in the shower," she murmured, her head cocked to one side as she thought she heard the sound of a delivery truck. "I'll get some pajamas of Luke's that you can wear, and then you can take a nap."

She left him then and hurried back to the kitchen. The milkman was just closing the door behind him, his milk carrier in one hand. He grinned appreciatively at her and met her midway in the room, his arms going around her, straining her to him, his mouth opening on hers.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder, her mouth a hot, voracious animal as it worked on his, sucking his lips, his tongue. He slid his hands down her back and cupped the cheeks of her ass in his broad palms, under her pajama top, squeezing the rubbery flesh, pulling her against him till the stiff erection of his cock bit into her through the heavy trouser material.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," he said, trying to turn her and lead her from the room.

"I can't!" she wailed. "Didn't you see that old car out there?"

"Yeah. I thought it was something Luke had brought home to work on."

"Well, it isn't. It belongs to his nephew. He's here now! Taking a shower. We can't go up there."

"What's he doing here?"

"He came to stay with us for a while."

"What are we going to do, Dolly?" He spoke in an injured tone, as if she'd brought her nephew there deliberately to frustrate him.

"I don't know! We can't go in the bedroom, though. He might come out of the shower any minute."

"What about Wednesday, Dolly? What about Wednesday?"

"I don't know-maybe he'll be working. Maybe he won't be in the way then."

"I been looking forward to a little time with you," he said reproachfully.

"Well, my God! I can't help it. I been looking forward to it too."

"Have you? Have you really, Dolly?"

"You know I have."

"You're the high spot of my week, Dolly. And those weeks when I can see you three times, it's great, Dolly!"

He squeezed her ass even tighter and kissed her hard and long, his tongue stroking in and out of her mouth. She broke the kiss finally, pulling her head back.

"Puhleeze!"

"Please, hell, Dolly!" He was gasping. "You don't know how I feel-how much I need you, need your warmth, your closeness!"

"I think I know." She was struggling to get free of him. "But we can't do it now!"

"Here, Dolly! Right here! He'll never know. He's back there in the shower. God, Dolly! The way I feel, it won't take me more'n a minute.

We'll be done before he's dry."

He unzipped his pants and freed his cock so that it stood out from his body, straight and stiff, bone-hard, quivering. He reached for her, grabbed her by the wrists, then pulled her with him as he backed to a chair and sat down on it.

"Come on, you hot, gorgeous hunk of woman! Come sit on papa's lap and whisper in his ear."

"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested, but let him pull her to him.

"It's all right, baby. We need it. God! How I need it. I been wanting to do this to you for days."

"And I been wanting you, too," she whispered as she straddled his lap, her cunt positioning itself at the end of his cock, then slowly sliding down over it as she impaled herself on his rigid upright shaft.

"Oh, that feels so good," he whispered, his arms around her. "You've got the tightest, sweetest pussy in the world, baby. It feels so good when that sweet hot cunt grabs onto my meat and squeezes it just like an ever-loving hand."

She wriggled her fanny on his lap, seating him deep within her, her knees coming up and her feet catching in the rungs of the chair. "Do you like that?" she asked as she wriggled around, moving her hips in a slow,' circular movement.

"Do I like that? Oh, do I like that!" he gasped as he jerked in the chair, thrusting up as much as he could. "You got the tightest, sweetest, juiciest pussy I've ever had. I like fucking you like I like eating and breathing. Your cunt's like a hot wet glove on my cock ... that's it, keep going ... oh, Dolly, you got an educated snatch ... that's great, don't ever stop ... I want to fuck you this way till Judgment Day and I hope it never comes!"

She rolled her pelvis, tilting it up and back in a rocking motion, the movement sliding his love stick in and out of her seething channel in an exquisitely sensual way that inched them both nearer and nearer, but, oh, so lovingly and slowly.

"Oh, great!" he cried as she rocked. "Your sweet twitching cunt, your cock-squeezing cunt, is milking my rod ... it feels so good, like forever, why don't we just fuck forever, just you and me and that great sweet, snapping, juicy, honey-dripping pussy of yours that's driving me right out of my ever-loving mind! Oh, oh, ohhh, fuck me, Dolly, Dolly, faster, faster, fuck me faster, faster!"

"Oh, honey!" she moaned in answer. "I feel it coming! I can feel it coming clear up from my toes. It's like the shock wave of ah earthquake, honey. I'm trembling and I'm going to blow my rocks like Mount Vesuvius ... oh, sweetheart, that great big cock of yours is driving right up through me, driving clear up to my heart ... that great big hammer is pounding me to paradise ... oh honey . .

Her voice trailed off into whimpering silence as she rolled and bounced on his cock.

Into the sweaty, grunting half-silence that followed her words, there came a hesitant voice: "Aunt Dolly?"

Her body stilled and she made a strangling noise in her throat, then looked over at the boy who stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a towel knotted around his middle.