Chapter 3
The next morning, when Sara made Brad's breakfast and then drove him to school to register for the rest of the term, he was polite and friendly. He didn't mention his attempted seduction in the bathroom. That was a relief for Sara, and even more of a relief was that Rick didn't show up for her sixth-period class.
Maybe both boys felt ashamed of themselves and wouldn't bother her any more. She really hoped so, because it would be so hard for her to control herself if any attractive man or boy came on to her. Ever since yesterday, when Rick fucked her, she'd felt horny all the time. But she needed a man her own age, not one of her students, and certainly not her nephew.
Sara and Brad met in the school parking lot when classes were over. As they drove home Sara asked, "Well, how did it go?"
"Okay, I guess," Brad said. "I'm gonna have to get used to such a small school. That's not really what's on my mind, though. About last night... "
"Oh, please, Brad, let's not talk about it," Sara said, reddening. "Let's just forget it happened."
"Okay, Aunt Sara," he said, "but I just wanted to tell you, I think you're just about the nicest and prettiest lady I ever met."
They were just pulling up in the doorway when he said it, and Sara switched off the ignition and smiled at him.
"Why, thank you, Brad. That's very sweet of you."
He leaned forward as if to kiss her, and Sara let him give her a little smooch on the lips. That was a mistake. Instantly she felt a urgent burning need in her pussy. She blushed and got out of the car, hurrying for the house. All during dinner and later, when they watched TV, she tried to avoid speaking to her handsome blond nephew.
But Brad seemed so restless, it was hard to ignore him. He tried a dozen different postures in his chair, got up and paced around, and couldn't seem to get interested in anything on television. Against her better judgment, but not knowing what else to do, Sara suggested he have a beer to settle himself down. That seemed to help.
Soon afterwards, Sara got up and stretched. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"Wish I could go with you," Brad said, his voice a little slurred.
He got to his feet, weaving a little, and Sara realized what a mistake she'd made. Just one beer had made the boy tipsy. "Brad," she said, "you're about ready to fall on your face. Let me help you to bed."
She turned off the TV, took Brad's arm, and guided him down the hall to the guest room. He fell heavily on the bed and looked as if he was going to pass out. Sara would have to undress him. She removed his sneakers and socks, then tugged off his t-shirt. His lean, hard chest was tan and hairless, his arms well-muscled. She felt a rush of lust but tried to ignore it.
While Brad lay there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, trying to keep her eyes off the large soft bulge at the fly of his jockey shorts. Nervously she grasped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. The boy didn't stir, and when she had him completely naked, she just couldn't resist gawking at his handsome semi-hard cock.
He had a small bush of wiry blondish hairs, and his prick was thick and blue-veined. His slack balls were lightly thatched with the same sandy hairs.
Gawking at his cock and balls, Sara felt almost faint with lust, and her hungry cunt gushed a spurt of hot juice. She leaned closer for a better look at his cock, her hot breath fanning the thick meat.
As she breathed on his cock, she saw it twitch and begin to stiffen. Hypnotized with longing, she watched her nephew's prick balloon into a rigid six-inch column of flesh. It stood straight up, and the head of his prick mushroomed into a big gleaming bulb of purple flesh, while his balls filled and fattened till they were round and taut.
Suddenly Brad grinned, sat up, and said, "Surprise!"
Sara leaped back with a gasp. "Brad," she said angrily, "you weren't drunk at all."
"That's right," he grinned, "I just wanted you to undress me."
Sara was too mad to speak. She turned on her heels and started for the door, but Brad leaped off the bed and grabbed her from behind. While she sputtered and protested, he dragged her to the bed. He was a little taller than her, and much stronger. He effortlessly pushed her onto the bed and threw himself on her, pinning her down with his superior weight.
"Brad, let me up right this instant," she fumed. "I told you last night, I want no part of this, and that's final."
"Aw, come on, Auntie," he said, "let's have a little fun together. I haven't been laid since last weekend, and I'm really horny."
Sara's mouth fell open. Imagine a teenage boy talking like that! She had to remind herself that New York was a much different place from Oakdale. She tried to wriggle out from under him, but it was no use. Grinning wickedly, Brad began to undo the buttons of her prim white blouse. She could feel his steel-stiff cock rubbing her belly.
"Brad, no," she moaned.
"I wanta see your tits," he said.
There was nothing she could do to stop him. He got her blouse open and pushed it aside, then gawked at her fully-packed white lace bra. He ran his hand over the pouting exposed parts of her melon-sized tits, and Sara felt another dizzying rush of horniness. Then he slid his hand underneath her back and expertly unhooked her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and stared at her firm big tits and their large pink nipples.
"Fantastic!" he breathed. "You could be a centerfold, Aunt Sara."
"Great!" Sara snapped. "As soon as you're through staring, let me up. I have to work tomorrow, you know."
Her anger had no effect on Brad. He began to caress her naked tits, running his hand all over the silky hot flesh, and Sara felt her pussy getting all hot, wet and swollen. She could still feel his bloated hard cock rubbing her belly, and she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would feel to have that stiff slab of meat plowing hard into her famished cunt.
But of course that was out of the question. The boy was her sister's son. Sara lay there trying to ignore her aching need, while Brad caressed and squeezed every hot inch of her sensitive tits. Then he dipped his head down, stuck out his gleaming red tongue, and began to lick her soft pink nipples.
" Noooooo!" Sara whined.
She felt such hot excitement that she could barely keep from writhing. Her cunt juice was dribbling out steadily now, soaking the crotch of her panties. Brad's hot juicy tongue felt delicious on her tender nipples. To her embarrassment, the big pink cones responded quickly to his tonguing, growing long and rigid and heavily throbbing.
"Well, well, look at that," Brad grinned. "Maybe you like what I'm doing."
"I certainly do not!" Sara snapped. If only he knew how wet and hot her pussy was!
"Then let's see how you like this," Brad chuckled.
He opened his mouth and brought it down around her right nipple, taking the whole rigid bud between his lips. He began to suck, and Sara lurched violently as strong jolts of pleasure radiated from her nipple and streaked right down to her helplessly creaming pussy slit. His sucking felt marvelous. She wanted to whimper and gurgle, but she reminded herself that this boy was not for her.
Brad sucked her big pink nipple till it was visibly pulsating and soaked with hot spit. Then he released it and sucked in her other nipple, giving it the same delicious treatment. Sara felt her panty crotch sopping with pussy cream and wondered how she could get away before she completely lost her will to resist. She just couldn't fuck her young nephew. She couldn't have that on her conscience.
Brad finally tired of sucking her tits, and she felt his hand creeping up under her skirt. She moaned in protest, but of course that didn't stop the frantically horny boy. She'd seen too many hard-ons, too many tented crotches, in her classroom to be able to kid herself about teenage boys. They were nearly always horny, and they couldn't rest until they'd gotten off.
Knowing this, she realized that her words weren't going to stop Brad. He was thinking with his balls, not his brain. Helpless, she felt his hand inching farther and farther up her leg, touching her satiny hot thigh, and finally reaching the cream- soaked crotch of her panties. She blushed hotly and hoped he wouldn't understand what that wetness meant.
But she'd forgotten how sophisticated he was for a teenage boy. He fingered the crotch of her panties and grinned.
"You can't bullshit me now, Auntie. You're all wet down there. Hell, you're just as horny as I am."
"I'm only human, Brad," Sara moaned, "but it would be incest if we made love. Please, let me up."
Brad ignored her words completely. Breathing heavily, he grabbed her panties and pantyhose in a firm grip and tugged them down, tearing them in his eagerness. He ripped them right off her, taking her sandals in the process and leaving her naked from the waist down except for her skirt. He pushed the skirt up out of the way and stared hungrily at her thick dark triangle of cunt curls.
He petted the warm soft curls, stimulating her swollen pussy beneath, and Sara writhed with need. Her cunt was still drooling uncontrollably, and she felt the thick hot cream trickling down the crack of her ass. She wanted to be fucked so bad, she could have screamed. If only it were someone else besides Brad who was getting her so hot!
The boy knew his way around. He parted the thickly furred lips of her cunt and exposed the small pink lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the pea-sized bud and started rubbing it, firmly and rhythmically. Sara barely stifled a groan of pleasure. Delicious jolts of sensation ripped through her pussy as her nephew massaged her horny little clit.
"You like this," he said. "I can tell."
"No," Sara desperately lied. "No, Brad, let me go."
But Brad didn't need her words to confirm what he saw and felt. As he massaged her clit with his fingertip, he could see the little bud getting its own tiny hard-on, going stiff and engorged and heavily pulsating. He could watch her ripe red cunt slit swelling up and beading with droplets of pearly juice. He frigged her faster and felt his finger suddenly soaked with a steaming flood of cunt cream.
"You like it, all right," he panted. "And you're gonna like this even better."
He took her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it roughly. Sara moaned hoarsely and creamed all over his hand. She knew she couldn't fool him now. She felt her whole body flushing with hot arousal, felt her molten cunt juice gushing down her ass crack. She couldn't think straight any more. She was conscious only of the wild pleasure she felt as Brad kneaded her clit.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"Yeah, go with it, Auntie," Brad said excitedly. "Don't be ashamed of feeling good."
That was all sex meant to him, feeling good, no matter who he was doing it with. It didn't seem to bother him that Sara was his aunt and old enough to be his mother. She knew nothing was going to stop him. He kneaded her clit faster and harder, till the pleasure was almost unbearable. Her natural instincts took over, and she arched her body upward, forcing her violently throbbing clit farther between his kneading fingers, "Ohhhhhhh, my God!" she moaned.
"You're just about to come, aren't you, Auntie?" Brad said.
Sara couldn't answer. She was hovering tantaliz-ingly at the very brink of orgasm. Just a few more strokes of his fingers, and she'd be over the edge. Keeping her body arched, whining softly, she quivered and waited for the delicious explosion of pleasure that she needed so urgently. And just then Brad let go of her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned in frustration.
"You wanta get off, Aunt Sara?" Brad said harshly. "Well, I guarantee you'll get off, but only if we fuck."
"No, Brad," Sara sobbed. "We can't do that."
Brad looked angry enough to hit her, but then he grinned and slid his hand lower to her steaming wet cunt. "Okay," he said, "I'll just have to change your mind."
She felt him wedging the thick hard tip of his middle finger into the muscular ring of her cunt, and she shivered with lusty excitement. He plowed his rigid finger deep into her scorching little fuckhole, and she slammed her famished pussy forward to take it, wanting the stiff digit as deep as possible in her achingly horny cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.
Brad started finger-fucking her, cramming his stiff middle finger hard and fast in her slick cunt. That was ecstasy for Sara, exactly the sensation she craved. Her hips jerked in an instinctive fucking motion, meeting each deep lunge of his finger with a greedy downward thrust. With something long and hard pumping away in her gushing pussyhole, it would be easy for her to get off.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned.
"Yeah, you really go for this, don't you?" Brad taunted.
He kept working his stiff finger faster and harder in her gushing little cunt, giving her blasts of pleasure that ripped through her whole pussy. Sara realized she was losing control of herself, letting the boy know how desperately she needed to get off, but she didn't care any more. All that mattered to her was coming.
She slammed her famished cunt furiously around the rigid spike of meat, drenching his hand with her thick gushing pussy juice. She spun closer and closer to an urgently-needed climax, her cunt growing tighter and hotter around his finger by the second. Again she arched her body, shivered, and moaned at the very brink of orgasm--and Brad abruptly whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, Brad!" she wept. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you, Aunt Sara," he said with mock tenderness. "I'll get you off whenever you want. Just let me stick my cock in you, that's all."
He rolled off her and rose to his knees, displaying his almost painful hard-on. Dizzily Sara stared at his handsome teenage prick, so fiercely stiff that it hugged his belly. The engorged purple head of his prick gleamed, and the slit of his pisshole was leaking big hot bubbles of juice. His hugely bloated balls crowded the space between his thighs.
Seeing her eyes focused hotly on his prick, Brad said hoarsely, "How about it, Sara? You do me a favor, and I'll do you one."
Sara moaned with longing, her pussy so swollen with need that it ached. She wanted more than anything in the world to take the boy's thick steel-stiff cock into her long- denied cunt. She ached to come. But her last shred of conscience warned her that she couldn't commit incest and still live with herself.
"Brad, no!" she sobbed. "It just wouldn't be right."
That did it for Brad. He'd been horny for his beautiful aunt since the minute he met her. He'd tried seduction, politeness, persuasion, even frigging her into a frenzy of need. He wasn't going to wait for her permission any longer. His balls felt ready to explode with their hot load. Growling with need, he threw himself heavily onto her, sinking down between her smooth thighs.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Aunt Sara!" he snarled. "Whether you like it or not."
He'd knocked the breath out of her as he flung himself onto her, and Sara couldn't react fast enough. Just as she started to push at his shoulders, trying desperately to roll him off her body, she felt his rigid hot cock ramming deep into her juicy little fuckhole. The pleasure was so powerful, she fell back limp, unable to resist.
"Awwwwwww, shit, your pussy's hot!" Brad moaned. "So damned tight, too, the tightest I ever been in."
He started fucking into her without restraint, too urgently horny to be slow or gentle. Their bellies met in loud smacks as he crammed his granite prick again and again into her deliciously snug pussy. She could feel his hairy bloated balls spanking her slit, his rigid cock slamming all the way to her womb.
"Uhhhhnnnn!" she moaned.
Each savage lunge of his steely cock gave her such a powerful blast of pleasure that she couldn't help moaning and creaming all over his cock. Incest or not, she couldn't bear to stop fucking him now. She had twenty years of pent-up lust to satisfy, and the boy's hard-driving cock, cramming mercilessly into her cunt, was exactly what she needed.
For a while Brad was completely occupied with the hot pleasure of plowing his bloated prick into the scorching wet pulp of his aunt's tight pussyhole. He didn't notice her response, didn't care about it. But finally it dawned on him that she wasn't resisting any more. He raised himself on his elbows and studied her, still pistoning his steely prick hard and fast in her molten cunt.
Sara was just lying there letting him fuck her. Her lovely face was flushed with excitement and twisted in a grimace of pleasure. Her large brown eyes fluttered and rolled, and her perfect white teeth flashed as she panted. He could feel her helplessly gushing cunt juice drenching his cock in a steady flood. His excitement increased sharply as he realized that his aunt was enjoying his fucking.
He tried fucking into her even harder and faster, and she responded with a hoarse scream of pleasure and began clawing at the bedspread. She soaked his pistoning prick with molten juice. Her gorgeous big tits wobbled like jello with the force of his fucking, but the harder he did it to her, the more she seemed to like it.
She liked it, all right, but he had to hear her say it. "Good for you, Auntie?" he asked, leering. "You like me to fuck you?"
"Oh, please, Brad," Sara moaned. "Don't ask me. You've got what you wanted. Don't make me talk."
Brad had to be satisfied with that for now, but he promised himself that someday he'd have her begging for his cock. He wanted to conquer this proud, inhibited woman completely, to break down all her defenses and make her a complete slut in bed. He slid his hands under her lustily churning ass and fucked into her even harder, till the bed started to shake and creak.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sara wailed. "Aagghhhh!"
She'd never been fucked so long and so hard, not by Rick, not even by her Uncle Don. Brad was like a powerful young fucking machine, pistoning his cock into her tirelessly, not even breaking into a sweat as he crammed his rigid prick fast and hard into her molten little pussyhole. It was just the kind of prolonged merciless fucking she craved after all those years without a man. She couldn't help responding to it, and soon she was starting to climax.
"Unnngghhhhhh! I'M COMING!" she howled. "Ohhhhhhh, God! OHHHHHHHH!"
Brad was taken by surprise when she came so violently. Her whole body rocked and bucked, and he had to keep a tight grip on her grinding little ass to keep from being thrown off. He dug his engorged prick deep into her convulsing cunt and struggled not to come as her spasming pussy grip-ped and tugged at his meat.
"Unnnggghhhh!" Sara wailed. "Aaagggghhhh!"
It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, and the delicious convulsions seemed to go on and on. No way could she hide her wild response from Brad. She had no control over her body. She writhed, screamed, and beat her heels on the bed till at last she flopped back limp and flushed. Brad's cock was still hard as a rock inside her.
"Okay, Auntie, my turn," he panted.
Still gripping her ass tightly, he began fucking into her like a pile-driver, knocking the breath out of her with each brutal lunge. His hard cock head battered her womb, and his bristly-haired balls lashed her slit, but Sara wanted his merciless fucking. Only that combined pain and pleasure could satisfy her long-starved pussy.
"Take it, Auntie, take my cock!" Brad moaned.
"Give it to me!" Sara moaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can! Ahhhhhh, yessss! AHHHHHHH!"
Suddenly and unexpectedly she was coming again, this time in a firecracker string of orgasms that ripped through her whole body and made her scream with pleasure. Her convulsing cunt squeezed Brad's cock almost flat, and the frantically horny boy couldn't hold out. He felt his balls convulse and release their steaming load of jizz.
"Awwwwww, shit! I'M COMING!" he yelled. "Take my load, Aunt Sara! Take it! WHHAAAAHHHH!"
They came together, Sara screeching with pleasure as his sizzling load of cum flooded her cunt. But even when they finished and went limp in each other's arms, she felt Brad's tireless teenage cock stiffening again deep in her pussy.
"One more time," he whispered hoarsely. "Just one more time."