Chapter 1
On a hot Thursday afternoon in June, Grace Mitchell lay on her back with her fingers in her cunt and her eyes on the mirror opposite the bed. She'd been feeling tense all day and this was the best way she knew how to calm her nerves. She understood the cause of her tension-in about an hour her two nephews would arrive. Grace had accepted custody of the boys after all the trouble they'd been in with the law, but she wasn't sure she could handle two orphaned teenagers after living alone so many years.
Forget about them for now, she thought, concentrate on your pussy. She loved fingering herself off. She knew it was sinful and wrong, but a body had to have some relief and she hadn't been near a man in years. Not since high school, in fact. She wanted no complications in her life. She preferred her fingers, or sometimes a cucumber to the problems a woman had when she fooled with men.
She gazed at the mirror now. She loved watching herself while she masturbated. The sight of her wet pussy and her fingers coated with cunt-juice always turned her on. But at the same time she found it embarrassing to look at herself like this. She hardly ever touched or looked at her pussy except at these forbidden moments. Afterwards, she would kneel in prayer and ask the Lord to forgive her sinfulness. It was terribly wicked to finger her pussy like this, to arouse her cuntflesh until it was wet and swollen, but she couldn't help doing it when the tension became too great.
Grace wondered why she was so uneasy about the impending arrival of the boys. Was it the fact that they had a reputation for being wild? Or was it simply the idea of having two males in the house? The house was certainly big enough for the three of them to live comfortably until the boys grew older, and that was the reason the judge had agreed to place them in Grace's custody instead of packing them off to a juvenile delinquent farm. Grace felt sorry for the boys. They'd never known their father, and ever since their mother, Grace's sister, had died, the boys had moved from one foster home to another.
It's my duty as an aunt, Grace thought. But beyond the idea of duty there lurked a strange excitement, unexplained and threatening.
Once again she focused her mind on her pussy. She imagined a long thick cock sliding in and out of her wet cunthole. She hadn't had a cock in there since the time Jeb Wainright had forced himself on her the night of the senior prom. But she remembered it. She debated with herself whether to get a cucumber out of the refrigerator and warm it up under the kitchen faucet. A warmed-up cucumber was nearly as good as a live cock in there. She decided she was too lazy to leave the bed now. Using two fingers, she stretched the mouth of her cunthole in imitation of a cock and whimpered with delight at the feeling.
Time to work on her tits now. She was still fully dressed. She had her dress pulled back and her panties off and her knees raised, but above the waist she was still dressed. Unbuttoning the front of her dress, she scooped one tit out of her bra and began toying with her thick nipple as she continued fingering her pussy.
Did the boys think she was pretty? She hadn't seen them since that day in the courtroom, and before that not in years. Did they like blondes? She had silky blonde hair and, when she braided it and curled the braids on her head, she always thought she looked like a princess.
You're being silly, she thought. What difference did it make whether or not the boys thought she was pretty?
At last she carefully moved her fingers to the hard bud of her clit. She always saved this for the end. It never took more than a short spell of rubbing on her clit to bring herself off, and the pleasure was intensified if she delayed it as long as possible.
"Hot cunt," she groaned out loud. She blushed at the sound of her own voice. Two fingers inside her juice-drenched cunthole, she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rapidly brought herself to orgasm.
Her legs thrashed on the bed as the hot juices splashed out her cunt to wet her hand.
She washed her pussy in the bathroom. She always felt rotten after masturbating, rotten and sinful and depraved. Standing in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, she held her dress up to her waist and spread her cunt lips apart to look at the inside of her pussy. Her clit was still stiff and her cunthole gaped like a pink mouth. She carefully dried the swollen tissues, determined to stay in control, but the feel of the towel rubbing against her cuntflesh soon had her turned on again.
God forgive me, she thought. She couldn't help it. Her pussy was still hungry and refused to be denied.
Lifting one foot onto the toilet seat, she teased her cunt lips, rubbed a finger up and down in the wet groove of her pussy. No ' waiting now. She rubbed two fingers on her clit, her hand vibrating back and forth at high speed.
The orgasm came quickly, but it still wasn't enough. She was still hot and horny, and she knew that if she didn't satisfy herself she'd be jumpy and irritable when the boys arrived.
Can't have that, she thought. In the back of her mind, she knew it was just an excuse to have another come.
Returning to the bedroom, she quickly stripped her clothes off and knelt on the bed with her ass facing the mirror. With her head down she could look between her legs and see her ass , and cunt. She reached back with her hand and ran her fingers in the crack of her ass and between her drooping cunt lips.
You're a wanton slut, she thought.
A shudder ran through her body as she pushed her fingers inside her cunthole and ass-hole and began frigging herself again.
She knew that this time the climax would be intense and enough to satisfy the craving in her pussy.
One hand fingering her nipples and pulling at her tits, she fucked the two holes in her crotch with her fingers and moaned at the lovely feeling.
Oh, God, make me come, I can't stand it!
The finger inside her ass-hole was delicious, and she kept it there as she strummed her clit and cunthole.
Suddenly the front doorbell rang.
Oh, dear God, it's the boys!
Scrambling off the bed, she quickly donned a robe. How stupid of me! she thought. Her face was flushed and her hair in a mess and she was sure she looked a sight. What would they think of her? At last she managed to reach the front door. Blushing with embarrassment, she opened the door and welcomed her two teen-aged nephews.
Their names were Calvin and Roy.
They were too healthy boys, lanky and tan, each with a mischievous grin and devilish eyes. They had Grace's blonde coloring and family looks, and now that they were here, she was more than ever aware of her fondness for them.
"Here at last!" she said, smiling at them, leading them into the house and closing the front door behind them. "Your rooms are all ready for you. With the help of the good Lord, you'll begin a new life here. Isn't that exciting?"
"It sure is," Calvin said. He was the oldest Grace was uneasy at the way his eyes raked over her tits, but she dismissed it as the result of her nerves.
"We sure appreciate your taking us in," Roy said. He was a year younger than Calvin, but he seemed to have more muscle on his frame. His eyes also moved over her body, and she realized her thin robe showed too much. Tightening the belt of her robe, she led the boys to their rooms and then hurried into her own bedroom to get some clothes on.
They had a quiet dinner that evening. The boys had hearty appetites and Grace was pleased to see them well fed. After they finished the meal, the three of them joked and chatted awhile as they sat in the kitchen. Once again Grace was aware of the way they looked at her body. She was wearing jeans and a blouse now, nothing particularly sexy, but time after time she felt their eyes undressing her. Was the fit of the jeans too tight around her ass? She didn't think so. The cotton blouse was ordinary and hardly emphasized her tits. Yet the boys looked at her as though she was naked. It made her jittery. They seemed so experienced, but they were really no more than children.
Before long, Grace began talking about her plans for their rehabilitation while they lived with her.
"You've got to turn your lives around," she said. "The road you've been on is sure to lead to destruction. But we won't dwell on the past. We'll think about the future. You'll have regular hours and wholesome sports and I'll read the Bible to you once a day. On Sundays you'll attend church services with me. The preacher gives a lovely sermon. Two or three months of a decent life and things will change for you."
The boys looked bored.
Calvin said, "Can we see girls?"
Grace shrugged. "I suppose so. If they're nice girl and you meet them at church, I don't see why not. You're new in town, but you'll certainly meet girls fast enough. But no staying out late at night, no carousing and no nastiness. Is that clear?"
They nodded. She hoped it was all right to give them permission to see girls. They were teenaged boys, after all, and it was better for them to have some contact with girls their own age. The girls they'd meet at church could do them no harm.
They all went to bed early that night. Inside her room, Grace found herself nervous as she prepared for bed. She'd pictured the boys as poor little waifs without a mother, even after seeing them in court, but now that they were in the house they made her uneasy.
Standing naked in front of her mirror, Grace lifted her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Shame on you, she thought. She'd had three good comes that afternoon and now here she was turned on again.
Was it because of the boys? She did find it a bit exciting to have two handsome teenage boys in the house.
She dropped one hand to her belly, ran her fingers through the dense bush of cunt hair covering her pussy. Probing between her cunt lips, she discovered her pussy was flooded.
How awful! She blushed at her image in the mirror, ashamed at herself for the way her body reacted. Three times in one day and now her pussy was begging for a fourth.
She finally pulled herself away from the mirror and donned her robe. She decided to to go out onto the back porch to cool off.
It was a hot moonless night, crickets chirping and frogs croaking and nothing but blackness behind the house. A single yellow bulb lit the back proch, but then Grace noticed that some of the light on the porch came from under the shade of the room next to hers. Roy's room. His window shade was up a few inches and the light in his room was on.
Grace squirmed on the porch glider. The urge to have a look into Roy's room was unbearably strong. She told herself she was the boy's aunt, now responsible for his rehabilitation, and it was her duty to know as much as she could about him. How wrong cQuld it be?
Quietly leaving the glider, she moved towards the window of Roy's room and carefully peered through the gap between the window shade and the window sill.
She gasped at what she saw.
Roy was stretched out on his bed naked, one m hand holding his balls and the other hand fisting his erect cock. The boy's fist slowly moved up and down, and it was clear to Grace that her nephew was in the midst of jerking off.
A wave of intense excitement ran through Grace as she watched him. His cock looked so lovely, so thick and juicy, the knob bloated and almost purple in color. His fist moved up and down, dragging his cockskin over the flared rim of his cockhead, back and forth over his knob. His eyes were closed and he had a look of bliss on his young face.
Grace had never seen man or boy jerk off, and she was fascinated. She found her mouth watering as she continued staring at the boy's swollen prick. She studied his cock and balls, watched the way his fist moved up and down, the way his other hand jiggled his ball-bag. How lovely it was to watch!
Would he come? She had a sudden powerful desire to watch her nephew's bloated cock spurt his white jism into the air. His love seed. His cock-cream. She ran her tongue over her lips, aching with excitement as she watched him.
His fist moved more rapidly now. He pumped his prick with increasing speed, and Grace's heart beat wildly as she realized she would get to see him come.
And then suddenly Roy groaned and heaved, and his cock began spurting his jism. Globs of thick white cream foamed and geysered out of his cock head.
Grace remained transfixed until the end, until the last drop of his fuck-cream oozed out of the slit in his prickhead.
She finally pulled back from the window and hurried back to her room. With a sob, she furiously fingered her pussy until she came.
Her last thought before she slept was an image of Roy's cock spewing hot jism like a fountain.