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Mom gets it on

Paul Reynolds couldn't believe it. His cock was being totally engulfed in hot, live, moist flesh. His erect prick was encased in a living glove. His balls pulsed hotly as the unfamiliar sensations boiled through his teen body. Sleek legs and smooth thighs embraced his trim hips. His aunt's graceful arms clutched hungrily at him as his cock was enfolded in her steaming cunt. It wasn't like anything he had ever experienced before. Her hot breath puffed in his ear as his hips humped instinctively against hers.

"It's okay, Paul," she moaned. "It's all fight, baby. Everything is all right."

Everything was more than all right. Everything was fantastic. His aunt's soft tits were pressed warmly against his bare chest. Her nipples bored into his sensitive skin as she molded her body to his. His cock blazed as he stroked it in and out of her velvety cunt. Her lips nuzzled and nibbled his ear as his hips humped instinctively.

"Ah," she moaned. "Oh, God."

She groaned, and tightened her legs around him, then thrust her pelvis against him, hard. He felt her cunt walls convulsing and pumping around his engorged cock. His prick pulsed in answer. His pleasure increased, but somehow he knew it wasn't the peak. His belly felt hot and tight and full,

ready to do something incredible. He couldn't understand it, he had never felt anything like it before. But it was all part of the strange new sensations that had been growing inside him.

Pushed to the back of his mind were the lingering traces of the nightmare that had brought his aunt running to comfort him. The recurring dream of the searing flames had brought him surging up out of bed with a scream of agony that had brought his dead mother's sister dashing into his room. She had hugged him against her soft, warm body, then tumbled him back on the bed, cuddled him, crooned to him, reassured him, petted and stroked him. Then, somehow, they had each become aware of the other's nudity, and then his cock was all hard, and as they tossed together on the bed, it was pressing through her scratchy hair and into a hot velvety tunnel.

Aunt Lil was moving again. Her hips were squirming and writhing. Paul drew his cock out of her and slid it back in. The hot pool in his groin was growing hotter and hotter, and his prostate was knotting in anticipation.

"Oh no," his aunt moaned. "Please, no. Ah, God! Ah, God, not again! Not again!"

Paul couldn't understand what she was talking about. It sounded as if this had happened before, but it hadn't, not ever. This was something totally new to him.

"Awww, I'm cumming again," she moaned in the darkness. "Awww!"

Something was about to happen to Paul, too. But what was it? What was happening inside him? It was a funny, fiery feeling that something was going to happen. He had felt it before, once, when he climbed a tree, and rubbed his groin against the rough bark. He hadn't known what it was, but it had sure felt great. It felt even better now.

He hunched his hips forward, jammed his cock deep into his aunt's pulsing depths. His balls erupted in a series of flaming spurts. It felt as if they were pumping wads of fire down his cock. His whole body heaved and shuddered as he dumped gobs of tick, creamy juice into her. His muscles felt as if they were wringing all the fluid out of his body, squeezing it down the tight passage in his cock and into his aunt's pulsing depths.