Chapter 1
Helen Simpson slipped a hand between her legs and gently pinched the lips of her cunt. She was horny. If that wasn't bad enough, she was also shivering with anticipation and uncertainty. She had decided to seduce her nephew, and she wasn't at all sure of what would happen.
Helen Was thirty-eight and her nephew, Kevin, was nineteen. She recognized that she was old enough to be his mother. She was, in fact, a sort of second mother to him, since he'd come to live with her while he attended a local junior college.
It's a sin against nature, she thought. And against Kevin's mother, her older sister, Beth.
Helen decided she couldn't help herself. She was caught up in the web of her own lust, and Kevin seemed the best solution to her problem of loneliness and sexual frustration. She'd been a widow nearly fifteen years, and during all that time she'd had no more than a few very brief and very unsatisfactory affairs. The memory of her dead husband, Philip, and her desire to preserve her reputation in town as a responsible and trustworthy attorney always inhibited her. When Kevin had come to live with her a month before, she had immediately found herself turned on to him. She recognized that it was only a matter of time before she succumbed.
The time was here. In a short while Kevin would return home and she would yield completely to the demands of her own feverish lust.
She felt helpless, but the inevitability of it was clear. She suspected that from the first day he had arrived, Kevin had thought about the possibility of fucking her. She could see the look in his eyes, the way he examined her body, and sometimes she even thought she could see the outline of his hard young cock in the crotch of his tight pants.
He was a very mature nineteen-year-old. There was a glitter in Kevin's eyes that was unmistakable-the glitter of a young man experienced in the ways of sex. Teenagers knew so much these days! She tried to imagine Kevin fucking a firm-titted young girl, tried to imagine him doing all the things to a young girl she would like him to do to her. Would he think she was too old for sex? Not from the way he usually looked at her tits and ass and legs!
Helen's pussy quivered when she thought of all the wonderful times she had had with her husband. He had been a good lover. He had taught her all the joys of sucking and fucking. Before he had been killed in that awful automobile accident, she had come to adore sucking his deliciously large cock. She suspected Kevin was as well-hung as Philip had been. She moaned softly as she pictured the boy's cock and balls pink and hard with arousal. She could almost taste his cock in her mouth. How lovely it would be!
Kevin had girl friends. Helen knew that. What she hoped for was the boy's interest in an older woman. She was certain she'd be able to turn him on to the ripeness and maturity of her body. She took good care of that body. She had all the equipment that a woman needs to drive a nineteen-year-old boy crazy.
She opened her robe now and ran her hands over her heavy tits. Every man who had ever seen her naked had told her she had a body built for fucking. They all went wild over her tits. Her pear-shaped tits were big and heavy, with long dark nipples and a slight droop that made him look like ripe mangoes. They were big enough so that when she was really turned on to playing with herself, she could lift a tit and take a nipple into her mouth. She loved doing that. There was something terribly erotic about it, and when her husband had been alive she had often turned him on by sucking her tits while he watched.
Next to her tits, the part of her body Helen was most proud of was her ass. She had a gorgeous firm ass, big enough to attract a second look from any man, but not too big to look bad in clothes. Since her career as an attorney required her to dress conservatively, the beauty of her meaty ass was usually well-hidden by a dress or skirt. It occurred to her now that Kevin was really the only male in a long time to see her ass in a pair of tight shorts like those she wore when she relaxed on weekends. The thought of Kevin's hands on her ass made her shiver with desire.
Opening her legs, she ran both hands along the insides of her thighs and up to her pussy. She could feel the heat from her crotch. She could see how her thick cunt lips were swollen with need. She teased herself by touching the hairy lips of her pussy with her fingertips. Just a touch, no more. She did not want to masturbate-she wanted to save everything she had for Kevin.
If her plan succeeded, they would have the whole weekend together. How delightful it would be to have a man in bed with her again after all these years!
She wondered if she ought to dress up for him. Why not? she thought. He was like a lover, wasn't he? She ought to put on some of the frilly things she had, some of the sexy lingerie she hadn't worn in years. She'd seen some of the magazines Kevin had in his room-many of the girls wore hose and garter belts. Kevin's eyes would pop out when he saw her dressed up like that. She'd be discreet, of course. She'd have her sexy under things covered up by her robe and he wouldn't know until later on.
Moving quickly to her bedroom, Helen fished out a black see-through bra and panty set, a black garter belt, and sheer black stockings. She chuckled to herself as she laid them out on the bed. She wondered if Kevin ever imagined her dressed up like those girls in his magazines. She could show him a thing or two about sexy underwear! Philip had been something of a garter-belt-and-hose freak, and she had always enjoyed turning him on that way.
Slipping off her robe, she began dressing up in her sexy black underwear. Just having the filmy things on her body made her tremble with excitement. The bra, in particular, had a special construction that made her tits look deliciously lewd. The bikini panties did no more than hide her cunt bush and the crack of her ass. The under swells of her ass-cheeks were clearly visible. The sheer black stockings turned her legs into lovely erotic pillars. When she stepped into a pair of mules with three-inch heels, the seductive ensemble was complete.
Putting on her robe again, she returned to the living room just in time to hear Kevin's key in the door.
She quickly arranged herself on the sofa with her robe parted to show the sleek white skin of one thigh above the top of her stocking.
"Hi, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
"Hello, darling," Helen replied. She caught his hot glance at the opening of her robe and blushed. For a moment she wondered if she'd be able to go through with her plan to seduce her nephew. Then a vision of how his young cock must look when it was thick and hard and thrusting up from his crotch came into her mind and convinced her to carry on. She would have Kevin. She was determined to have him fuck her, to have his body in her hands and the sweet taste of his cock in her mouth and pussy.
He went off to his room, but then returned a few minutes later. There was a glint in his eyes. Her thigh was still uncovered, and now he stared at it boldly. Pretending she did not notice his glance, she seductively crossed her legs to let him see more.
Although only nineteen, Kevin was experienced enough to appreciate his aunt. When he'd first arrived to live with her, he'd been pleasantly surprised to discover how attractive she was. He hadn't seen her in years and he'd forgotten what she was like. He soon found himself turned on by her ripe beauty and preoccupied with thoughts of fucking her. In the beginning he never dreamed it would be possible. For the past few days, however, the way she talked and looked at him made him think she might be interested. He had never fucked a woman as old as his aunt, but he could recognize when a woman was interested.
Smiling as they chatted about his work at school, he sat down beside Helen on the sofa.
"You look very pretty today, Aunt Helen."
Helen blushed. She wondered if he could smell the cunt-juice oozing out of her troubled pussy. God, she was hot! She felt like tearing his pants off and stuffing his cock in her mouth!
"It must be this robe," she said. "I always look good in blue."
"And black underneath?"
"Oh, Kevin, that's private!" she said softly. "Am I forgetting to keep my robe closed?"
"I wish you'd open it more," he teased. "I'd like to see it all."
"Kevin, I'm your aunt," she said huskily.
"Jesus, Aunt Helen, I know you've got underwear on. It's not as though you're naked under that robe. I bet I saw more of you in a bathing suit when we went swimming at the lake last week."
Of course he's right, she thought. The conversations people had about clothes were mostly silly.
"Let me see more," he said.
"Oh, Kevin, I couldn't! I'm too embarrassed!"
"Oh, come on, Aunt Helen. It's just the two of us here. Why can't a guy see his aunt in her underwear? It's too damn hot in the house, anyway, so you just take off the robe and make yourself comfortable. Is that something terrible?"
No, it's not something terrible, she thought. God knows it's what I want to do!
She could not bring herself to do it all at once. Instead, she loosened her robe and let it slip off her shoulders.
"It is hot in here," she said quietly.
Kevin gazed hungrily at the swell of her lush tits encased in her sheer bra. He could clearly see the thrust of her large succulent nipples. The sexy shape of her tits in the imagine black bra was enough to make his mouth water.
"God, you're pretty!" he whispered.
Conscious of the wetness between her thighs, Helen squirmed her ass on the sofa cushion. Her heart pounded with her excitement. Years had passed since she'd had a chance to show off her body like this to a man. Since the bra was practically transparent, Kevin could certainly see more of her tits than he had when they'd been swimming the week before. The hard protrusion of her nipples was an acute embarrassment. At the moment, Attorney Helen Simpson was not presentable at the bar of justice!
Her blood raced when she glanced down at Kevin's crotch and saw the outline of his stiff cock.
God, he looked big! There was really no turning back now. She was too far gone for that. Her mind whirled at the realization that what she had been dreaming about for weeks was finally coming to pass. She reveled in the admiration in his eyes as he continued staring at her heaving tits. She imagined how it would feel to have him sucking on her fat nipples. A shiver of intense pleasure coursed through her body as she thought of his young lips pulling on her sensitive nipples.
"I really ought to cover up," she said weakly, "It isn't right."
"Christ, no!" Kevin groaned. "Open your robe all the way, Aunt Helen. Let me see all of you!"
Helen groaned. She told herself she really wasn't showing him that much. It wasn't as though she'd be naked. It was true her sexy under things were a bit lewd, but he could see more any time he wanted to in a magazine. It was a fact that with her robe off she'd still be more dressed than if she wore a skimpy swimsuit.
Don't be a hypocrite, she thought. You're dying to show him everything!
With trembling fingers, she opened her robe all the way and peeled it off her body.
Kevin's breath blew out between his teeth. "Jesus Christ!" he rasped. "Jesus Christ, what a sight!"
She flushed with pleasure at the lust in his young eyes. Pulling back her shoulders to emphasize her tits, she opened her legs a bit to reveal her panty-covered crotch.
"Do you find your old aunt sexy?" she said in a throaty voice.
"Christ, you're not old, Aunt Helen! You're a dream!"
Her heart pounded as she watched his eyes rake over her body and finally come to rest on the mound of her pussy. She wondered how much he could see through the thin material of her panties. Could he make out her fat swollen cunt lips? Was he aware of how juiced up she was? She flared her nostrils, imagining that she could smell herself, and trembled at the thought that Kevin might detect her scent. Philip had always told her that her cunt-smell drove him wild. Would Kevin react the same way?
The boy's eyes feasted on his aunt's scantily-attired full-fleshed body. Her tits seemed ready to burst out of her flimsy bra. The flesh of her thighs bulged over the tops of her stockings. The exotic smell of perfume and cunt-juice wafted into his nose and brought a shiver to his spine and a throbbing to his cock. He dropped a hand over his aunt's ivory white shoulder and nuzzled her ear.
"You're beautiful, Aunt Helen!"
"A woman always-likes to hear that," she smiled. Then she added: "I don't feel uncomfortable any more having you see me like this. It's not as though I'm naked, is it? We could have a cozy dinner at home, Kevin. We'll order a pizza, if you're in the mood."
She rose up, leaving the robe behind, and walked on her high-heeled mules to the stereo against the wall. Now, for the first time, Kevin saw how lovely her nylon-clad legs looked perched on high thin heels. He also drank in the sight of her ass, so luscious-looking in her flimsy bikini panties, so lewdly framed by the straps of her black frilly garter belt. His cock was now so hard and swollen it threatened to burst out of his pants. With a groan he slipped his hand to his crotch to adjust the position of his bloated cockhead.
Helen turned just in time to see the boy pull his hand quickly away from his agitated prick.
His cock is stiff, she thought. I've given him a hard-on. She had a lewd image of his rampant fuck-meat springing out of his pants, long and hard and dripping juice. God, how I'd love to suck him now! she thought. She could feel her nipples throbbing with desire, her cunthole twitching and gushing juice. Soft music came out of the stereo speakers now, and her body instinctively swayed to the rhythm. Her heart pounding, her eyes fixed on Kevin, she raised her hands to her tits and fingered her stiff nipples through the thin material of her bra.
"I think we ought to have some wine," she said. "You're old enough for that, aren't you, Kevin?"