Chapter 2
"You look sad, Aunt Diane," eighteen-year-old Mark said.
Diane was sitting in the Ryan den after dinner. She had been thinking about her ex-husband and how much she missed him when her nephew entered the room. Now she smiled, blushed and looked down at the floor.
"I guess I am, a little," she said softly.
"Mind if I join you?" the husky teenager said, flopping down on the sofa.
"No, of course not." When the boy sat down, his thigh touched hers and she automatically flinched.
"Cheer up," he said. "Things can't be that bad."
His youthful maleness made her dizzy. She shrank back when once again his leg nudged hers.
"It's very sweet of you to care," she said.
"It's a damn shame for a gorgeous woman like you to be depressed." He let his thigh rest against hers.
She tried moving over, but she was sitting so close to the arm of the sofa there was nowhere to go. "Mark, dear, you're crowding me."
He dropped his hand on her knee. "I know,"
he grinned.
Her lower lip quivered. He was only a boy. What harm was there in his touching her leg? She cleared her throat.
"What's that funny little shack out in the yard?" she said.
He snickered. "That's our old clubhouse. Gary and I made it when we were kids. Dad helped, but mostly we did it. It's dumb to keep it up, but Mom thinks it's cute."
His hand stayed on her knee and Diane felt her face redden. "Maybe you'll let me see it sometime," she said.
"Sure, Aunt Diane. We could go out now if you want."
"Do you think it's okay?"
The boy stroked her knee. "Sure, it's half mine, isn't it?"
They sat in silence for a while. If only I could shed my inhibitions, Diane thought. Maybe if I practice with Mark I'll be able to be freer with the next man I meet. It's worth a try, anyway.
Now she struggled to maintain her composure. The boy was so self-assured. He was so confident of his manhood. If only it wasn't a sin, she would practice fucking with him. If only incest weren't frowned upon.
"Come on. Aunt Diane," Mark said, tugging at her hand. "No one's home. Let's go out and I'll show you the clubhouse."
His voice was mesmerizing and she found herself rising up and following him out of the house. She thought about her brother as they walked out into the yard. What would Charlie say if he knew his son had his hand on her knee? Oh, life was so complicated!
It was all Mathew's fault. If he had only been more patient and less demanding, they could have worked things out. But he was an animal in bed. Oh, she loved him and enjoyed sex in a way, but she always held back. And then he left and it was too late.
Suddenly she pulled her shoulders back. I'll change, she vowed as she followed her nephew throught the dark brush. It's not too late. I'm going to be like other women if it kills me. And if it take my nephew to help me, well, so be it.
The clubhouse was dark and dusty. The one small window was in the ceiling and let in a little moonlight. When Mark closed the door, she began protesting, but then her voice trailed off. It was nice and cozy in the darkness. Anything could happen.
"What do you think?" Mark said, breaking into her reverie.
"It's, uh, very nice."
She felt his eyes on her tits. Even when she wore the baggy blouses she favored, her tits were very prominent.
"We could sit down," Mark said, taking her hand and guiding her toward two old chairs.
They sat down side by side. "Well, you and Gary must have spent many happy hours in here," she said.
Mark held onto her hand. "It's a good clubhouse," he said in a husky voice. "No one bothers you when you're in here and if you look up you can see the stars." He held her hand up to his face and kissed the palm.
Her heart turned over. "Whatever are you doing?" she said.
"Making you feel better." He kissed her hand again.
She rose up abruptly. She couldn't go through with her plans. Letting her nephew kiss her would be wrong.
"We better go back into the house," she said, her back to the teenager.
He stepped behind her, his strong young arms around her waist. "Don't go," he murmured.
She sighed as she leaned against him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her ass. His hands played over her belly. Near, but not touching her tits.
"You've got me real excited," he breathed in her ear.
"But this is wrong," Diane said.
"My cock's hard. I can't help it. You turn me on like crazy. I can't go back in the house with this hard-on. If you want to go, you can. But I'll have to stay here and jerk off or something."
She stopped struggling. Jerk off! No! It wasn't fair to waste his lovely hard-on. "I'll stay," she whispered softly, her hands on his as he caressed her. "I'll help you jerk off."
He kissed the back of her neck. She felt him tremble. "Will you, Aunt Diane? Will you really jerk me off?"
"I didn't say I'd do it. I said I'd help you."
She turned around in his arms and faced him. Even in the dim light, she saw the hunger in his eyes. She stroked his cheek and didn't stop him when he slid his hand up her skirt.
"We could help each other," he said, kissing her hungrily.
"How?'' she mumbled as his tongue flicked in and out of her mouth.
"I'm so hot for you!"
"Oh, Mark!" She reached down and touched his cock through his jeans.
"I get a hard-on every night when I think about you," he said.
He pulled her to the corner where they sat down on a ragged old blanket. "Every night?" she said as he caressed her big tits.
"Yeah, you're so pretty." He touched her pussy through her panties. "You turn Gary on, too."
"I've never really enjoyed sex," she whimpered as he unbuttoned her blouse.
"I'll be real gentle," he said, pulling her blouse open and pawing her tits.
"I don't want you to be gentle," she said, wild-eyed with desire. Thrusting her tits out, she deliberately reached back and unhooked her bra. "See?" She let her masvive, pink-tipped tits bounce free. "Do you think they're pretty?" Her bravado gone, her voice became a whisper.
The boy took her tits in his hands and immediately began kissing them. "Pretty? They're gorgeous."
He licked and sucked her nipples until they stiffened and jutted out from her chest. Then he sucked more gently while she cradled his head against her.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" she said. "I'll just die if you tell anyone."
"I promise. I won't tell a living person. Jesus, Aunt Diane, you make me so hot."
"You make me hot, too," she moaned. "Your hand. Oh, God, your hand!"
His hand was inside her panties, caressing her pussy fuzz. "Will you take it in your mouth first?" he said.
Diane had never enjoyed cock-sucking. She was too inhibited to really get into the swing of it. But now she wanted the boy's cock in her mouth. Suddenly she salivated at the prospect of taking his big prick all the way into her throat.
"Well, will you?" he said.
"Yes," she said, smiling triumphantly. "I want to take it in my mouth." His fingers explored her pussy folds. "Oh, God, you're touching me there!"
"Sure, I am. And I'll do a lot more than that after you blow me."
She reached for his crotch frantically in her zeal to unzip his fly. He laughed, pulling her down where they tussled playfully for a moment.
"Don't tease me, you bad boy," she giggled. "I want your cock. Why are you doing this?"
"You're going to turn out to be a hot number," the teenager said.
She paused, his zipper half down. "Do you really think so?" She beamed.
"Yeah, but don't stop. Take my prick out and go for it."
"I will. Oh, I will!"
The zipper stuck. She yanked on the tab, then tried ripping it open. "Easy," Mark said, gently pushing her down onto her back.
He quickly pulled her panties down and began licking away at her cunt slit. She was both surprised and pleased, and she let her thighs fall open.
"But I was going to do it to you," she said softly.
"I just want a taste."
"Oh, darling, your tongue feels so good in there."
"Just enjoy it, Aunt Diane."
He drilled his tongue through her tangled cunt bush and into her moist hot pussy folds. She wriggled her ass when he forced his tongue-tip into her cunthole.
"Is your tongue in me?" she said.
He wiggled his tongue and grinned.
"I think it is—and I love it."
He swabbed his tongue up and down her pussy slit and licked up the juice oozing out of her cunt. She covered her eye with her arm and trembled when he thrust his tongue back into her pussy.
"You're going to make me come," she said.
"That's the idea," he mumbled, his face buried against her cunt.
"I hope you meant what you said before about not telling anyone. Oh, Jesus, that's so good!"
His tongue had found her clit. "Hell, why would I tell? I'd get in trouble, too."
She undulated her ass and thrust her cunt up at his licking mouth. "Yes, suck my clit," she said. "Oh, God, I never knew it could be like this. Don't stop. Keep licking it like that." She thrashed her head from side to side, flung her arms out and looked up through the small window at the sky.
It's almost holy, she thought. It's almost as if God approved.
"I'm nearly there!" she hissed, after a few more strokes of intensive cunt-lapping. Grabbing his thick hair, she pulled it hard.
"Make it a good one, Aunt Diane."
She was past the point of no return, throwing herself at him like a slut. She babbled incoherently, but her orgasm was the most intense she had ever experienced.
"Suck it good!" she said, still rolling her head back and forth when her orgasm subsided.
"Did you come?"
The boy's words hung in the air. All during her marriage she had lied. She had never come when Matthew fucked her. Her only release came through masturbation. Now for the first time she didn't have to lie. The truth was too exquisite.
"I had the best come ever," she beamed triumphantly.
He sat up and easily finished unzipping his fly. "Now me," he grinned, wiping the cunt-juice from his mouth.
She played with her pussy and her tits while he removed his skin-tight jeans. She eyed him hungrily. "Take your shirt off," she said, her voice and manner strong and firm.
He shot her a grin, lifted his tee-shirt over his head, and sat back on his haunches while she admired him.
"You're beautiful," she said, finger-fucking herself as she gazed at his well-muscled chest and wide shoulders.
His cock was still hidden by his shorts. He seemed to enjoy teasing her. "Should I take it out, Aunt Diane?" he said.
Suddenly Diane felt totally confident of her sexuality and her beauty. "Yes, of course," she said in a throaty voice. "Yes, take it out."
He smirked as he removed his shorts. Her eyes widened. Her experience was limited to Matthew and a few brief affairs, but she recognized a big cock when she saw one.
"It's beautiful," she said. "So beautiful. Come here to me."
He let her gaze at his prick for another moment. His cockhead was big and smooth looking. Delicious looking. She salivated.
"Are you ready to suck it?" he said, moving closer, but still out of reach.
She sat up, leaning on one elbow. Wagging her tongue adorably, she wrinkled her nose.
"You know I am, baby. Why not give it to me now?"
"Will you kiss it, Aunt Diane?"
"Come here!" Throwing herself onto her knees, she crouched before him and kissed the tip of his big cockhead.
"Jesus!" he hissed, his hands on his hips and his head thrown back.
"Darling, it's so good!" She tasted the jizz oozing from his piss slit, opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside.
He pushed forward, forcing his prick back into her throat. "Take it all, Auntie."
"I don't know if I can," she mumbled, her mouth filled with prick.
"You can do it." He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to take his cock into her throat.
"Mmmmmgggghhhh!" she cried, almost gagging.
He wouldn't let her spit his cock out. Instead, he began fucking his prick in and out of her wide-stretched lips.
"You can do it, Auntie," he said, his voice husky and mesmerizing. "You know you want to. No one's around and we're all alone in here. This is our secret, Auntie." He used her mouth like a cunt.
His forcefulness spurred her on. She managed to control her need to gag and even though he forced his cock all the way into her throat, he quickly brought it out again.
"I want to fuck you, Auntie," he croaked, fucking into her mouth one last time before releasing her.
She pressed her cheek to his prick and balls, inhaling his aroma and catching her breath. "Did I do that all right?" she said.
"You did great." Tenderly, he disentangled her arms from his ass. "Lie down and lift your legs."
Stretching out on her back, she obeyed. Like a passive child, she raised her legs, momentarily held them together and then giggled as she let them drop open to expose her cunt.
He mounted her and she felt like a bitch in heat about to be fucked. She had never felt this way with Mathew. Whatever it was about her nephew that turned her on, she knew it would change her life.
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered when he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy slit.
"I'm putting it in," he said, his eyes narrow and darker than usual.
She nodded as he fucked in. Her cuntlips drew in when he entered and turned out when he withdrew. With each fuck-thrust his cock-shaft rubbed against her clit. No one had ever fucked her this way before.
"But, it's wonderful," she said, throwing her pussy at him.
"Yeah, shake your ass, Aunt Diane," the boy rasped. "It's always better if you move around a lot."
She didn't have to be told twice. She thrashed and writhed and gyrated wildly. She shook her ass like a woman gone mad. And it worked. The fucking was wild and animalistic and she came quickly.
His balls slapped her ass as he began pistoning his prick into her pussy. "I'm gonna come, Aunt Diane!" he cried.
"Come inside me, darling. Come inside me."
"You're a hot bitch!" he said, fucking more forcefully into her.
"I'm your hot bitch!" she hissed, bringing her knees back to her tits.
She started coming again, yelling as her cunt snapped shut around the teenager's prick. His hot come poured into her, but he continued fucking long after his balls were empty.
He collapsed on top of her. She didn't move, but let him lie there until his breathing became normal. "It was never like this before," she said when he sat up and reached for his jeans.
"Can we do it again sometime?" he said, his face both innocent and horny.
She kissed him one last time. "Sssshhh," she said. "We'll do it again. Oh, yes, we'll do it again, but no one must know. Remember. No one."