Chapter 2
At ten o'clock, Hal Johnson closed his book with a sigh. It was time for bed. He had finished his homework long before and spent the last few hours studying pilot's manuals.
Hal was grateful to his Uncle Roger for hiring him as an apprentice mechanic. He was a bright boy with a love for airplanes and a knack for handling them. So even alter his uncle had been killed and Aunt Ann had sold her share in the company, Hal had been kept on. He hoped to become a pilot, too, and was learning everything he could about planes. Perhaps one day he'd have his own charter service.
The youth undressed quickly for bed. Wearing a short red bathrobe, he padded to the kitchen to brush his teeth. When he came out again, Hal noticed his aunt's door was closed. No light showed beneath it.
Poor Aunt Ann. She was so lonely. I specially now that his parents were gone for a month's vacation. The young widow didn't seem to have any friends. She didn't seem to have any men either.
That part puzzled Hal. He'd have thought men would be falling over themselves to have a chance at lucking a woman like his aunt. The way she looked in the morning, with a short robe wrapped around her and those achingly long legs visible beneath, the way her round and ripe tits sometimes threatened to escape her robe and frilly nightie it was almost enough to give the healthy, horny sixteen-year-old boy some lewd thoughts about his aunt.
But what the hell? Aunt Annie was a good person, and Hal could take care ol himself. He was grateful his parents had gone on a vacation, and even grateful he'd had to stay behind for school. It gave him a chance to bring Janice home in the afternoon, before his aunt got home from school.
At the thought of Janice, Hal's cock started stirring lazily into life. He went into his bedroom and closed the door softly behind him. For a minute he thought about jacking off, but decided against it. With a fantastic little piece of ass like Janice available, it would be damn stupid wasting his cum on his sheets.
So instead of coming on his sheets, Hal slipped between them and flicked off the light. In a few moments he drifted away.
A sound brought him awake. He opened his eyes. Moonlight shone in the window.
Another sound came from behind him. It was the door to his room closing softly. Was someone trying to sneak out? He rolled over to look.
No one had been trying to get out of the room. There was someone in the room with him. And that someone was walking slowly toward him, gazing at him with an unreadable expression.
Hal caught his breath. It was his Aunt Ann! And she was wearing a lacy black nightgown that barely came to the tops of her long, perfect thighs.
And the moonlight in the room was strong enough for Hal to tell she didn't have anything on under it!
At the bedside the woman stopped and looked down at him. Her lovely face was a shadow between the dark masses of her hair. The swelling mounds of her tits jutted over him. Their tips were dark and pointed, easily visible through the sheer nightgown. So was the dark triangle nestled at the juncture of those mouth-watering thighs. The pale light from the moon silvered an outline of her thighs.
Slowly, the round full tits rose and fell with Ann's breathing. Without a word she kneeled down on the bed beside her nephew. Slender fingers reached out and drew the sheet down his body.
Hal was naked underneath. And his cock was stirring into life again, swelling and stiffening under his aunt's gaze.
The youth started to sit up. Ann met him halfway. Her lips crushed his. Her tongue pushed his lips apart, and his teeth parted instinctively to let her tongue into his mouth.
Ann's questing tongue scoured the roof of Hal's mouth. Then it found his tongue and coiled around it like a serpent.
Not believing what was happening, Hal responded hungrily. His tongue met and wrestled with hers in a kiss such as he'd never felt before.
Then his hands were roving all over his aunt's body. He reveled in the soft, lush fullness of her curves. His hands raced down her back, around her hips, squeezing the globes of her ass and then sliding around and upwards to cup those magnificent tits. Her rock-hard nipples burned into his palms through the filmy fabric of the nightie.
Ann's hands were not idle either. She stroked her nephew's long brown hair and her tongue reached down his throat. Then she ran them over his young body. His hardness thrilled her, the swelling of his muscles under his skin was like an aphrodisiac.
After a minute she could stand it no longer. She had to feel a cock. Now!
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around Hal's prick. It jumped once, and quivered in her grasp. Slowly and tantalizingly she began to pump it.
Hal started squirming. Feverishly his tongue fought hers. His powerful hands crushed her tits, rolling them this way and that. I must be dreaming! He thought wildly. My own aunt can't be on the bed with me, jacking me off!
One thing was sure. If this was a dream, Hal didn't ever want to wake up.
Ann's tongue withdrew into the moist cavern of her own mouth. She lifted her head. "What-" Hal started to say, and then choked it off. The tongue had come out of Ann's mouth again, this time to swirl a wet line around one of his nipples. Alternating hot and cold sensations shot through his body.
Though Ann was sliding away, Hal tried to keep his hold on her tits. Her tongue traced down his chest, onto his hard belly. She kissed his stomach several times, then stuck her tongue in his navel. He arched his back and groaned.
Hal reluctantly let go of her tits and stroked her long, luxurious hair. Ann's hand never quit pumping up and down on the boy's prick though. It felt red-hot to her touch.
Her eyes went to the cock. How a boy that age could be so well hung, Ann couldn't believe. But she didn't let it get between her and what she wanted.
With her hair falling in a tickling waterfall on Hal's crotch, Ann wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his prick.
"Jesus Kee-rist!" shouted Hal. His hips came off the bed, trying reflexively to drive his cock to the hilt in this delightful, warm and sucking cavity!
Ann wasn't going to be rushed with her cocksucking, though. She went to work on his cockhead. Around and around her tongue laved. She was almost crying at the taste of Hal's cock. It was so good! It was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
The salty, meaty flavor of cock filled Ann's mouth. She put the tip of her tongue on the very point of Hal's prick, at the miniature lips of the ,pin-prick hole, and started trying to force her tongue up Hal's cock. The boy writhed and thrashed on the bed. His hands were knotted in her hair, trying to draw that torturing mouth down and impale her lovely face on his straining cock.
Ann finally gave up squashing the cockhead with her tongue. She squeezed with her lips and let the cock's fiery head slide gradually out of her mouth. It came out slick and shiny with spit. She put her lips around it again, repeated the performance.
Hal quit trying to face-fuck her and lay on his back with his eyes closed. Unbelievable sensations were coming from his cock. She was sucking the end of his prick like a popsicle, and it made him feel as if he had a pressure cooker in his balls waiting to explode.
Ann changed her approach. She kissed the underside of Hal's glans. Then she gently nibbled at the juncture of cock shaft and cockhead.
"Shit," Hal said weakly. It seemed as if every muscle in his well-toned young body was tying itself into knots.
Ann looped her tongue around the base of his prick head. Then she began to work her way down the seven lovely inches of her nephew's prick. Her tongue curled this way and that, twining around his shuddering rod of prick like a wet, erotic serpent. Hal was shaking now, his hands fisted in her brown hair, eyes tightly shut. He was moaning constantly with intolerable pleasure, and sweat stood out in fine beads all over his body.
The meaty taste of prick satisfied Ann incredibly. What delights she had been missing! And what delights were in store for her that night!
Hal was everything she'd hoped he would be-not that there was any doubt, after watching the scene this afternoon. That had been what decided her. Hal was beautiful, and from Janice's wild behavior there was no doubt that in spite of his youth he was good at fucking. Ann was giving pleasure now, and loving the sensation of giving her nephew intense erotic pleasure as much as the carnal joy of eating cock. But she planned to get her own share back in just a little while!
After what seemed to the straining youth to be an eternity, Ann's moist and impossibly agile mouth approached the base of his big cock. The thick swelling along the underside of Hal's cock was red from her gentle, teasing nips. Then she ran her tongue across the bumpy surface of his scrotum. The heavily laden ball sac was taut with excitement.
The woman opened her mouth and took in one of Hal's balls. He went into heaven as she sucked lightly and ran her tongue thrilling over the trapped nut. Ann could feel his arousal, felt her own lust and need growing rapidly. He was going to blow off the explosive charge that was building in those big balls of his. And she wanted her mouth to be there and waiting when the creamy goodness gushed from the head of his cock!
Once again Ann took the tip of Hal's prong into her face. Her tongue began to circle it in spirals. Once again her nephew tried to drag her mouth farther onto his cock, and this time the woman went along. She clamped down slightly so that her teeth were exerting a delicious pressure on the trapped prick, and started sucking hard.
Again Hal arched his back. Ann's tongue was like a flame burning pleasure all around his massive prick as it disappeared into her mouth. He knew now it wasn't a dream. He could never begin to imagine the things his aunt was doing to him! He had had blow-jobs be lore, but he had never been gone down on like this. Ann's teeth and lips and incredibly skillful tongue were driving him completely out of his mind!
More and more of the boy's big prick entered his widowed aunt's greedy mouth. Her brown eyes were open and happily watching the tangled bush at his crotch get closer to her nose as she took the prick in. It was filling her mouth and her being with delight. She could feel his heartbeat. It was making her pussy water with joy, and passion. The smell of her own cunt wafted to her flaring nostrils. She was sucking cock again!
Hal massaged his aunt's temples. He had quit pulling her face down when her lips had passed his cockhead. He knew what happened when he tried to force too much of his giant cock into one of his girl friend's mouths. They started to gag soon, and lost interest. But even when he quit urging her, his Aunt Ann kept taking his swollen prick in. More and more of it.
After sucking Roger off so many times, Ann could give head with the best professional hooker. And, while Hal's cock was big and beautiful, it was smaller than Roger's magnificent eight and a half inches of cock. Effortlessly, Ann took Hal's cock down her throat, till her nose was tickled by the wiry pubic hair at his crotch.
Hal's eyes were open now. and bugged out in amazement. Every last inch of his prod, totally enfolded by a hot, wanton mouth. And that damned tongue of hers, still going like a horsewhip over the imprisoned cock. Hal's whole body was shaking with lust, it felt so fucking good.
Ann made a swallowing motion in her throat. Ripples of constriction traveled along Hal's cock to the burning head. "Oh Christ!" he yelled, bucking wildly off the bed. "Oh, God, Aunt Ann! What are you doing? You're driving me fucking craaaaaazeeeeee!"
Ann felt a twinge of guilt at him calling her Aunt Ann. She knew this was incest. She knew it was wrong. She knew the look of sick grief and disgust that would come into her sister's eyes if she found out. She knew she would no longer be welcome in this house if her sister and brother-in-law learned she had seduced their son.
But she didn't care! She knew she couldn't live any longer without having a man inside her body. She had made her decision. And as she began to pull her head back up and slide it down again, Hal went berserk and started face-fucking her with that wonderful, unbridled power he'd screwed Janice with that afternoon.
Hal's mind was a swirling confusion of color. Flashes went off behind his eyes like skyrockets. His cock quivered and he shot boiling jism into Ann's mouth.
Strong fingers locked behind Ann's neck as the streaming cum filled her mouth. The first shot was so big it threatened to come out her nose, but she swallowed greedily and sucked for all she was worth. Hal was raping her face, mastering her, overpowering her! The taste of jizz was acrid and pungent, salty-sweet with a hint of something like chlorine.
Ann's climax shook her with thunderous force. Her pussy exploded with pleasure and she crushed her boobs into the sheet, letting the material of her nightie grate her nipples thrillingly. The hot oils of lust poured from her pussy and ran down her thighs stain the crumpled sheets.
Hal barely hung on to consciousness as he rode the most fantastic orgasm of his life. It just seemed he couldn't stop spraying his jizz into his aunt's wanton mouth. And it seemed she couldn't get enough of it.
Even after the last dregs of his balls' load had emptied themselves into Ann's mouth, she kept sucking. The tremors running the length of Hal's prick went on and on, dying with excruciating slowness to a warm tingle of pleasure. Finally, his aunt let the slowly-deflating snake of his cock slide out from between her full lips. Its whole glorious length glistened with spit, but there was not a drop of cum anywhere on it. Ann's greedy mouth, after all those months of deprivation, had not allowed a bit to escape.
Slowly, Ann smiled up at her nephew. Hal sighed explosively and tousled her hair. "Jesus, Aunt Ann," he breathed. "I don't believe it. I don't know what happened or why. But thanks."
A look of mock puzzlement crossed Ann's beautiful features. "You don't think I'm finished with you?" she rasped and started up his body.