Chapter 12
The letter Miss Harble had dreaded so much had come the week before-the letter from her sister, Ann, telling her that she was settled and engaged again. And that she would be coming soon to take Willy off her hands.
And today was the day.
Miss Harble was not prepared to give up Willy. Since that night of the orgy with the high school football team, she had learned something very significant about her feeling for her teenaged nephew. And that was the fact that she had fallen desperately, deeply, madly in love with him!
Looking back on it, she realized that if Willy had joined in the general fun of using her body that night she might not have developed such a perverse craving for him. But the fact that he had stood off on the sidelines, resisting her, ignoring her, almost mocking her-all that had turned on that kinky switch in the female makeup that demands the complete attention of any male she desires.
She had ended up that evening lusting after Willy's lean, boyish body with a prurient need that drove spikes of frustration through her cunt.
And she had had him, too-but not on her terms. Willy had seen to it that she paid the full price for trying to play God with him.
After they got home that night, she begged Willy to fuck her. She insisted that despite the round-robin of sex she had just been through with twenty horny boys, she wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless he gave her the summarizing, goodnight balling her pussy needed.
And he had told her very politely to go to hell.
She found herself ranting and raving, begging and pleading, promising the moon to this fifteen-year-old whoremaster who had succeeded in capturing her imagination and some sick part of her mind that demanded incest above everything else.
It was one thing to love being fucked by boys who were strangers to her-but to have her own sister's flesh-and-blood pounding his evil, immoral young prick deep inside her sucking cunt was the kind of forbidden pleasure that made all other joy pale by comparison.
And finally, Willy had agreed that he would take up where they had left off-as paramour, as her make-believe teenaged lover, as the only hot stud who could satisfy her.
But the price she would have to pay for his pleasure came once more in two parts.
The first part was money. She would have to pay him a fat allowance to make love to her-and if she agreed to that, he promised to keep her smoking pussy more than satisfied.
And the second part of the lewd bargain was that she do with him any damn thing he demanded. His youthful mind was ripe with sexual ideas, full of perverted quirks he had read about in dirty books and seen in the pornographic magazines, rank with rabbity desire to try everything in the book with a female who just couldn't say no to him.
And she willingly agreed to both of his obscene proposals!
That very night, after the orgy, she had tasted the first of her nephew's gross demands on her talent.
He made her tongue his ass-hole for twenty minutes by the clock, and when his warmed anus was wet and pink, he forced her to move to his balls and love them with the flat of her tongue until they were firm and hot. Then he lay on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling hard as stone, and coached her how to make him cum his sizzling load simply by slowly but boldly licking on his whole prick with nothing but the tip of her tongue.
She remembered well how long it took to bring off his balls with that technique, but she loved it as much as he did. And when his sperm at last bolted like lava from the slit in the head of his penis, she caught the full force of it in her eyes and nostrils-the steaming odor of white-hot spunk that rolled down over her lips and tasted like blue-ribbon honey on her tongue!
After that, he fucked her until she reached a deep-throbbing climax, then slept with her the rest of the night.
From that night until the day the letter from her sister came, they had lived in an erotic night dream of joy. She simply could not rid herself of the insatiable need to possess Willy, and even when Tom or Jack dropped in for a workout with her it was always Willy she was left with-to have and to hold, to fuck and to eat.
And now her damned sister, and the end of it all.
The night before her sister's arrival, she and Willy went almost beyond the limits of sexual exploration. As if to give her something she would always remember, Willy borrowed a French tickler from one of his friends-and, with it lodged like a fat napkin ring around the crown of his cock, he fucked her sucking pussy off and on for two solid hours. She spasmed over and over, horny as a sewer rat, all the while licking Willy's smooth young chest, suckling his hard male nipples, thrusting her wet tongue deep down his throat.
Then, the next morning, both she and Willy dressed in their best and sat waiting on the living room sofa until sister Ann rang the doorbell.
Only moments before her sister arrived, Miss Harble was kissing Willy hard on the mouth-sucking out that warm honey of his saliva, toying and playing her tongue against his, making her twat turn greasy and hot under her panties, and causing Willy to get one of the largest hard-ons ever.
Even as the doorbell chimed, the front of Willy's Sunday pants were tented up with the force of his violently aroused young cock.
"Jesus," Willy whispered, pushing her puckered lips away from his mouth with a soft, slurping noise, "I can't let Mom and that bastard new husband of hers see me like this. Tell her I had to go to the John. I'll come back when my fucking peter gets soft!"
Before Miss Harble could make him promise that he would try to visit her again very soon, he was trotting off down the hall, holding the bulge of his crotch with one hand.
Then she opened the door.
Her sister Ann was alone, standing there in hat and gloves and a large, fresh corsage pinned to her bosom.
"Hello, Ann," Miss Harble managed, giving her younger sister a pious hug.
Ann stepped back and stared at the flushed, healthy-looking cheeks of her older sister-at the new style of hairdo, the trim-fitting dress, the fashionable shoes.
"Really, Mary," Ann breathed, appreciatively. "What on earth has happened to you? You look ten years younger!"
Miss Harble managed a smile. "I guess having Willy around has made me think young."
Ann nodded. "Well, I must say you two must get along very well together. Willy never did anything but give me gray hairs. Where is the little darling?"
"He-uh-had to use the bathroom right before you got here. You know boys. Have a seat, Ann, and tell me about this new prospective husband of yours-and where is he?"
Ann smiled as she took a seat. She fumbled a cigarette out of her purse and absently offered Miss Harble one.
"Oh, I forgot," Ann shrugged, "you don't smoke. My older sister has no vices."
"About your boyfriend, Ann."
"You mean Harry? He's waiting down at the airport. I took a taxi out."
Miss Harble raised an indifferent eyebrow. "But why didn't you bring him out here?"
Ann smiled and lit her cigarette. "I thought it would be better if I saw Willy first, and got him prepared for his new father-to-be. You know how unstable teenaged boys can be. I didn't want him to have a traumatic experience, or anything. Harry thought it would be best, too. Did I tell you in the letter that Harry is quite, quite wealthy?"
"That will be nice for Willy."
"Oh, Harry wants, to give him everything he wants. He very much wants a son, and he-"
At that moment Willy came back down the hall. His hard-on was gone-making Miss Harble wonder if he hadn't jacked-off in the John.
And it pained her to think of all that marvelous healthy sperm of his going to waste.
"Darling--! " Ann effused, rising to hug her son in an almost mock display of emotion. "You look all grown up! Has Aunt Mary been taking good care of you?"
The next few minutes were spent in the usual inane pleasantries, but when Ann suggested it was time to go meet Harry, her son had a surprise for her.
"I want you to bring him out here, mom," Willy insisted.
"But Willy-I came out in a taxi. It would take an hour for me to go back, and for me and Harry-"
"I won't go unless you let Aunt Mary meet him."
Miss Harble said nothing, but her heart was beating hard. She knew what Willy was up to!
"I'll stay here with Aunt Mary," Willy announced. "You bring your husband-to-be back out here, and then I'll go with you if Aunt Mary says she-likes Harry."
"Well, of all the-"
But Ann broke off. She knew better than to cross Willy so early in the game. And it was very important to her, it seemed, that her son get off on the right foot with the man she loved.
"All right, Willy. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way I want it."
The second Ann was out the door, both Willy and Miss Harble collapsed with naughty laughter.
"I knew I couldn't go off and leave you hot and bothered," Willy explained, reaching out to cup one of her soft and willing tits. "I thought you needed one last farewell fuck!"
"And I thought you'd jacked-off in the John," she responded.
With a triumphant smile he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, and the bulge inside of it proved to Miss Harble that his cock had been savagely aroused even while in the presence of his mother!
"You wicked boy," she grinned, moving the tips of her fingers over the promising lump between his legs. "You went down to your room and put on that thing."
"Just an old athletic supporter," he joked, huskily. "Wanta take it off for me?"
Her hands trembled with excitement as she worked the straps down over his hips and firm young buttocks. When she pulled the supporter from his prick, it sprang forward as hard as a stone.
She couldn't resist the sight of his boldly erect penis, and before he could stop her she ovaled her lips over the head of it and sucked it lovingly against the roof of her mouth.
He stood in place, letting her tongue his coltish rod until it was fully stiffened, and then he pulled it wetly from between her lips.
"Let's fuck," he whispered. "We've got almost an hour-and I want to make you remember my hard dick until we get a chance to screw again."
She truly hoped that was soon!
So, with her sister hardly out of the apartment, Miss Harble stripped down her panties and lay back on the living room sofa. Her pussy was on fire to be fucked, and she opened her legs as wide as the gates of hell-inviting Willy to take her cunt with as much lusty power as he could manage.
He moved between her ripe thighs with his teenaged prick sticking out in rigid, horizontal readiness. He moved just the head of it over her budding cuntal lips, forcing them to stretch wider by the sheer intensity of her sluttish desire for him.
"Put it in," she hissed, her cheeks flushed, "I want it up to your balls. Fuck me, Willy! FUCK ME HARD!! "
He sawed his cock into the fatty heat of her cunt, pumped at her with shameless grunts, then rode every inch of his meat deep into her hole.
Her pussy sucked him in to the hairs, throbbing lewdly as she felt how large and long his penis had grown in the few short weeks since he first violated her.
With a moan of pleasure, she reached both her hands down under his buttocks and found his firm, lusty balls. She toyed and squeezed them, making him so horny that his tongue slid out of the corner of his lips".
"You're the best goddam fuck in the world, Aunt Mary," he whispered, amorously. "And I'll bet when I'm twenty years old, I'll still be trying to get my hard cock into your beautiful soft cunt."
She gave him a sultry grin, and lightly ran her fingers over the surfaces of his slightly oversized balls.
"You won't have to try very hard, Willy," she promised. "When I'm old and gray, you'll still be a young stud-and you can fuck your eager Aunt Mary any time that marvelous big prick of yours gets hard."
Her words worked like a sex-drug on him, and with a groan of lust he began to ball her dewy pussy with all the power of his boyish butt.
She. lay back into the pillows on the sofa, her legs lifted and spread, her wanton cunt squeezing the length of his moving cock each time he thrust it forward. And as he fucked, she worked open the buttons of her dress and pulled out her swelling tits. They plopped forward like the dugs of a cow, the nipples pink and hard.
As he pumped her sleekly cushioned cunt, he leaned forward and sucked hard on one nipple after the other.
He was trying to please her, she realized trying to make up for what he considered his trashy behavior toward her. And in appreciation, her pussy began to froth and twitch.
"Cum all you want, Aunt Mary," he breathed, taking his lusting mouth briefly off one quivering tit, "I just wanta satisfy you before I go. Just cum and cum AND CUM!"
Even before he had finished begging her, her lecherous twat tightened around the root of his ramming prick and she spasmed with such force that his balls quivered.
"Yeah," he grinned, feeling her juices wetting the tuft of pubic hair around his cock, "I love making you shoot off! Do it again!
He fucked her steadily until her cunt surrender still another oily tribute to his talent.
He kept screwing.
She went off again. And again.
He was still boldly fucking her when they came together, his savage spurts of teenaged sperm mixing hotly with her own thinner fluids.
And even when it was over, he kept his prick buried to the nuts between the satisfied, slack lips of her wine-colored hole.
He sucked her tits a loving goodbye, then Frenched her mouth with his tongue until her head was spinning.
Only at the very last minute possible did he pull his healthy young penis from out of her doughty slit, and even then it came out swollen and veined.
She insisted on cleaning his cock with her tongue, and the final sight of it being slipped back under the jockstrap made her feel suddenly alone and lost.
"Don't worry," he promised, manfully, "I'll see to it that you come to visit us, no matter where you are. And I want you to know that I'll always have it hard for you. What I've got between my legs is yours to fuck and suck any time you want it."
She didn't have to ask if he was being sincere.
A promise like that from a fifteen-year-old boy is the most honest promise in the world!
When Ann and Harry came back to the apartment, they found Miss Harble and Willy sitting very demurely in place-and after a few more boring minutes of conversation, they left.
She watched her Willy go with a sad, almost romantic heart.
But she couldn't regret what he had given her-or what doors he had unknowingly opened for her.
She still had her telephone, and at the end of it both Pete Foster and his eager young brother.
And then, there was Jack and Tom and the whole high school football team if she wanted them.
To say nothing of the whole dark city out there beyond her apartment door, and all those nice boys who needed her.
Who really needed her!