Chapter 4

By the time his parents and aunt got home that evening, Timmy had revisited his aunt's underwear. All in all, he jerked off three times with the excitement of her underwear spurring him on.

"You should have come along," Beth told Timmy when she, Joan and Bill got home. "We had a great time. What did you do here all evening?"

"Nothing," Timmy said too quickly.

Timmy felt his face grow hot. And he thought his aunt looked at him strangely.

If he was becoming a pervert, he'd better learn how to act normally so he wouldn't give himself away. Suddenly Timmy began to worry that he hadn't put Beth's underwear back into the drawer just right, and she would know what he'd been up to.

He had fantasies of having his aunt invite him into her room when his parents went to sleep. But now he was so nervous about her finding that he'd put on her underwear, he could hardly face her.

So Timmy climbed into the sheets his mother had arranged on the couch for him. As he lay there, he listened to his aunt going back and forth to the bathroom.

Maybe she would come to him yet, Timmy thought. But why would she? Why would a sexy chick like her need an inexperienced kid like him? Besides, Timmy felt so guilty about his dressing in his aunt's underwear he didn't think he could fuck her anyhow.

Still, hope of sex dies hard. And Timmy felt disappointed as the house grew quiet and Beth didn't show up in the living room.

The next morning, as Beth began to dress, she noticed something strange. On the pair of panties she was pulling on there was a dried gism stain.

At first, Beth was merely disappointed that one of her favorite pairs of panties was stained. But then she recognized what the stain was. Ordinarily, gism on her underwear wouldn't be surprising. But she hadn't fucked for almost two weeks-since she left her husband. And this pair of undies had been bought after she left him.

Beth began to examine the underpants more carefully. Her detective work produced another clue. A dark, curly hair was lying in the crotch of the panties. Beth's own pubic hair was blond.

It was hard to believe at first, but she had to conclude that Timmy had tried on her underpants.

"The poor kid," she said to herself.

But pity wasn't the only emotion Beth was feeling. She couldn't help picturing the boy dressed in her underpants. And the mental picture made her cunt ooze hot syrup.

As Beth pulled on the underpants, with the stain and pubic hair still in them, she thought about the huge bulge she had seen in Timmy's pants the day before.

She had to admit to herself that she had flirted with the boy. And although she had only done it in a playful mood, pressing his hand to her tit and giving him a glance into her blouse would drive any guy wild.

So maybe it figured that the poor, horny kid would put on her underwear, Beth thought.

But she soon forgot about Timmy as her own lust grew.

Watching herself in the mirror, she pulled the panties up so high the nylon crotch slipped between her asscheeks. Then she spread her legs and bent her knees. That opened her cunt lips so the crotch of the panties disappeared between those hairy, soft lips.

Standing straight again, Beth enjoyed the way her crotch was squeezing the crotch of the panties. The nylon pressed against her clit and held the inner lips of her twat opened. And between the firm cheeks of her ass the taut nylon lay firmly over her asshole.

While staring at her cunt in the mirror, Beth took her big jugs into her hands. She massaged her melon-sized tits slowly at first, then more vigorously.

With her fingers spread over her tits, Beth threw her head back and sighed in the heat of sexual joy.

Letting her gaze move up the reflection of her body in the mirror, she watched herself lift one big tit to her face. With boobs as big as hers were, she only had to lower her face a tiny bit to reach her nipple with her tongue.

Then she lifted her other tit to her face without dropping the first. Her head moved as though she were saying no as she slid her hot tongue from one nipple to the other.

Sucking on her own tits made Beth's cunt run freely. Soon the exciting odor of her juice reached her nose. The nylon between her twat lips acted as a wick as it soaked up her juice.

Suddenly, Beth let go of her tits. She gasped as they dropped back to her chest with a heavy wobble.

Then her tits began to hang low as Beth bent down to pull off her underpants.

Being a very sensuous chick, Beth could enjoy every aspect of sex. Even her own cunt juice excited her. So she did just as her nephew had the night before. She brought her panties to her face. As her mouth and cheeks were dampened by the juice soaking her panties, Beth breathed in the moist odor.

The, dropping the panties to the floor, she moved toward the dresser and the mirror above it. Quivering with heat, she lifted her left foot to the top of the dresser.

Now she had a good view of her own pussy in the mirror. Her right hand went to her cunt. Her left hand reached around her raised thigh and also went to her cunt.

With one leg raised, Beth's cunt was already spread. The pink inner lips could be seen. But with her fingers lined up along each side of her pussy's smile, Beth pulled the hairy mound wide open. And the sight of her gaping cunt in the mirror made her legs go limp.

Leaning forward, resting her left tit on her raised thigh, Beth began massaging the interior of her spread pussy.

At first, she merely tickled the wet flesh inside her plump lips. But gradually she moved one finger between her delicate inner lips and into her flowing pit.

A finger of her other hand covered her clit lightly.

Then, with a well-practiced motion, she rubbed her twat into ecstasy.

Her usual procedure for jerking off began. The long, slender finger she had stuck up her twat began to stir. The lining of her cunt's cave began radiating pure bliss as her finger moved around and around.

The finger on her clit remained still. And she only put a slight pressure on that erect bud. Actually, the finger stirring her cunt made her clit wiggle around on her finger. Only when she neared her climax would she actually rub her tender clit.

Watching her fingers working in her cunt as reflected in the mirror, Beth began to go wild with sexual pleasure.

The loose tit swung freely, tapping gently against the ribs below. Her other tit, pressed to her lifted thigh, was kneaded like dough as she shook.

As she worked on her cunt, Beth's mouth dropped open. Her eye lids sagged. And her breath came faster and deeper.

"Ah-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned softly.

But just as her orgasm was rising, a knock on the bedroom door stifled it.

"Aunt Beth?" Timmy's voice called.

In a flash, Beth sprang from her masturbatory position at the dresser. She dove into the bed just as the door opened slightly.

"Can I come in and get something?" Timmy asked as he timidly stuck his head into the room.

Now it was Beth's turn to suffer embarrassment. It was her face that became red.

"Sure," she said, as steadily as she could. "Come on in."

Timmy walked over to the dresser where his aunt had so recently been jerking off. He glanced at her with a smile. Then he pulled open the lowest dresser drawer and took out a shirt and a pair of socks.

But by the time Timmy stood again, he was struck by the unmistakable smell of simmering cunt juice. Then he noticed the pair of panties lying on the floor right in front of him. And he recognized them as the pair he had put on the night before.

Timmy's heart froze. He looked at his aunt again, this time in horror.

Had she discovered that he had put on those panties? But he was confused by the way his aunt looked at him. If anything, she seemed like the guilty one.

She lay on the bed, the covers pulled desperately up to her neck. Her face was flushed, her expression severe.

She wasn't at all the same woman who had teased Timmy the day before.

"Mom said to tell you that breakfast will be ready," Timmy said, with a constricted throat.

Then he hurried out of the room.

Once out of his aunt's sight, Timmy began trying to figure out what had been going on. Why was that pair of undies on the floor? Why did the room smell of hot cunt juice? And was Beth as scared or nervous as she looked?

In his fevered head, Timmy thought up the most fantastic reason to explain it. He imagined that his aunt got up, put on the undies, and got excited for some reason. Then she took off the panties and began jerking off.

But Timmy knew that his explanation was too fantastic. And he decided that the undies on the floor weren't the same ones he'd tried on. The cunt juice odor was probably just his imagination.

Meanwhile, in Timmy's room, Beth was continuing her jerking off.

She had seen how Timmy reacted to seeing those panties on the floor. His shock confirmed Beth's suspicions that he'd put them on.

Beth threw the covers off, spread her legs, and began rubbing her cunt again.

The orgasm that Timmy had interrupted by knocking on the door was soon resumed. And with a finger up her twat and another diddling her clit, Beth was shaking and gasping.

Part of her pleasure came from the knowledge that Timmy could come back at any moment. Maybe he had forgotten something, Beth thought. And she vowed to herself that if he did come back, she would continue to lie there, jerking off. That would give the boy something to think about.

But Timmy didn't come back. The next time he saw his aunt was at the breakfast table. And she was smiling at him again, pointing her big jugs at him as she asked him about his girl friends.