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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.

One final, lingering shudder, and it was all over. He was limp, exhausted, slippery with sweat. His skin slid against his aunt's as they huddled together.

"Oh, my God," his aunt moaned. "What have we done, what have we done?"

Paul couldn't figure out what she meant, since his mind was as limp and drained as his cock.

"Oh, Paul, I'm sorry," his aunt apologized. She moved away from him, and his withered cock slipped from its slithery nest. He looked at her blankly, but it was dark and she couldn't see his face.

"It-it'll never happen again," the woman stammered. "Never, ever! Understand that, Paul, it will never happen again!" She slid off the bed, muttering to herself, something about becoming pregnant. Then she was gone from his room, leaving him alone and bewildered.

Mercifully, the nightmare was long gone, only an unpleasant memory now. But Paul still couldn't sleep. He lay on his back. The hot muggy air covered his sweaty body like a blanket. The sheet had been thrown on the floor by his thrashings during the nightmare. Staring up at the ceiling, he

thought about everything that had happened to him since his aunt and uncle had taken him in. He was changing, and he didn't understand it. He was getting hair down there. He decided that maybe it was about time he did. But he wasn't really sure.

And the funny feelings he'd been having had been getting stronger and stronger. There had been the time when he was climbing the tree. And his cock had gotten stiff and hard when he looked at his cousin Jan. That had been exciting. She was a year older than he was and something about her shape, and all the bare skin she had shown had made him feel all hot and tight inside. Just the way he had felt before he had spurted into his aunt.

He didn't understand it at all. He felt exhausted, but also incredibly alive and awake. He lay naked on his bed and stared at the ceiling. That was another funny thing, being naked. When they had gone shopping for clothes to replace the ones that had been lost in the fire, Aunt Lil had bought him everything but pajamas. And when she had come into his room, she hadn't been wearing anything. She hadn't even taken the time to grab her robe. She had been all satiny bare against him. Mom and Dad had never gone around naked. They had never let him, either, except in the bathtub behind a closed door.

But Mom and Dad were, dead and gone. That was why he was here, why he was sleeping naked, why he had kids his own age to play with, why he didn't have to come straight home after school and do chores.

And why he had seen his cousin in her swim suit, sunbathing in the back yard. Her tits had been cupped by the bra top and the bottom cut low

across her gently rounded tummy. His cock got hard again as he remembered her golden smooth skin. In his mind's eye, he could even see the glittering beads of sweat on her upper lip, the shining film of oil and perspiration on her smooth forehead. She hadn't seen him and he had slunk away silently, fearful she would sit up and see the awkward bulge in his pants.

A muffled sound caught Paul's attention. It was coming from his aunt's and uncle's bedroom. Puzzled and curious, he cocked his head and listened carefully. It wasn't talking, but it was a voice, possibly two voices. No, only one voice. Uncle Joe's. But there weren't any words, just grunts and groans.

Paul battled momentarily with his conscience, then slipped out of bed. Going over to the window, he eased the drapes aside, let the moonlight in. Very carefully, he unhooked the bottom of the screen. Easing one leg over the sill, he groped for the sloping roof below his dormer window, then ducked out into the warm night. Below him, the back yard was black and shadowy. His toes gripping the grainy texture of the shingles, he made his way toward the master bedroom. The window was wide open. A cautious peek revealed that the curtains were open, too.

Carefully, Paul poked his head up and peered inside. The sound had changed. Uncle Joe wasn't moaning any more, and there was a hot panting noise. There was an occasional wet sucking sound, too. Paul felt his cock swelling as he moved carefully so he could see better.

The bed was spotlighted by the shaft of moonlight from the window. The head of the bed was toward Paul, tucked up against the wide dormer window.

Paul had a perfect view of the entire bed, and the couple on it. He stifled a gasp. His cock thrust out sharply, as a hot ball knotted his guts again.

Uncle Joe was lying on his back. His head was out of sight behind the end of the bed. Paul could see his uncle from the chest down. He was naked. He had hair around the base of his cock, thick, black curly hair. But what really got to Paul was his aunt She was kneeling between her husband's spread legs, leaning over his groin. She was kissing Uncle Joe's towering cock, like it had been hurt, and she was soothing it. His prick was immense! Her lips encircled the knobby head, and then she actually took his cock into her mouth. Its mammoth bulk spread her jaws wide. She was holding the towering cylinder by the base, and bobbing her head slowly up and down. Her blonde hair gleamed in the moonlight. Paul couldn't see her face, so he didn't know what her expression was. He could see her tits, mature, swaying globes tugging downward as she bent to her task. The tips were sharp, conical, dark.

Uncle Joe was gasping. His hands touched his wife's head gently, guided her. Her head bobbed slowly, up and down, up and down.

Something about the sight got Paul's 1cock harder than ever. He was aware of the night air touching his naked body as he crouched on the roof outside his aunt's bedroom. He thought of what it had felt like to have his cock in his aunt, and then thought of what it must feel like to have her mouth around it. There was a hot, stinging, itching sensation and the tip of his cock suddenly felt cold, felt almost as if it was wet.

Uncle Joe lifted Lil's head off his prick, and she

looked up. Paul ducked down hastily, afraid he had been seen. Then, carefully, he peeked again when he realized he was invisible because of the angle of the curtain. Aunt Lil was smiling. Her lips were shining with spit. Uncle Joe's cock was gleaming with saliva. She was still holding it upright.

She moved, straddled the man as Paul watched. Her crotch was wide open. She had hair there, too. Hers was a trim, pale patch. The light wasn't bright enough for Paul to tell what color it was. Blonde or red. Not very dark, anyway. Her tits were full and lush. Her nipples were dark cones at the ends of the soft mounds. Straddling Uncle Joe, she pointed his rigid cock into her crotch, and lowered herself onto it, slowly. It vanished into her like a magic act. That must have been where his cock had been, Paul reflected.

She was doing the same thing with Uncle Joe that she had just done with him! Paul watched, sweat popping out on his forehead. Uncle Joe's big, strong hands clamped down on Lil's tits, and Paul dreamed how those warm, soft globes must feel. Aunt Lil sank lower, and Paul remembered how it had felt to have hot flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock. The expression on her face was a little like pain, but not exactly. She lifted, and Joe's stiff, shining prick emerged from her cunt. She lowered, and it vanished again. Her light bush tangled with Uncle Joe's black one.

Leaning forward slightly, her hands braced on Uncle Joe's ribs, she bobbed her hips, pumped up and down on his monster shaft. Paul glanced down at his own cock, tried to gauge the difference in sizes. He felt dwarfed by his uncle's mature prick. No wonder Paul's cock had slid so easily into his aunt's opening, if she was used to having Uncle Joe's mammoth prick inserted there.

Uncle Joe was panting harder and grunting softly. He had moved his hands from Aunt Lil's tits to her trim waist. He was guiding her as she raised and dropped on him. His hips bounced up off the bed, drove his cock up into her cunt as she came down on him. Their bodies met with an audible crash.

Uncle Joe jammed up into her and arched, held his ass up off the bed. His stomach muscles were rigid and hard. His thighs quivered and shuddered with the strain. His ass cheeks clenched rhythmically, and Paul suddenly realized his uncle was doing the same thing that he had done earlier. The memory made Paul's cock twitch. He curled his fingers around his throbbing prick and watched the culmination of the fucking before him.

Aunt Lil lay forward on top of her husband. Before her body touched Uncle Joe's, Paul had a brief glimpse of their pubic patches. They were, all stringy and matted. Creamy fluids flowed from the woman's stuffed cunt.

"What got into you?" Uncle Joe asked as he stroked Lil's bare back.

"I-I saw you lying there naked and I just couldn't resist. Paul-Paul had a nightmare again," she explained. "I went in to make sure he was all right, and when I came back I saw you."

"And you woke me up," he finished. "Paul okay?"

"He didn't really wake up," Aunt Lil answered.

Paul was stunned. Why was she lying?

"I, ah, hate to bring it up at this late date, but did you take any precautions?" Uncle Joe asked.

Lil mumbled something, and shook her head. Paul was puzzled. Precautions against what?

"I-I don't think I can get pregnant right now," Lil added nervously.

"I sure as hell hope not," Uncle Joe retorted. "We're a bit old to be having a baby."

"Thirty-five isn't old!" Lil snapped.

"Just the same…"

"Don't worry," she soothed. "I'll douche. Which reminds me, maybe you had better-ah-clue Paul in on the facts of life. He's getting to that age, you know."

"Hmmmm…"

"You know how sheltered he was," Aunt Lil went on. "My sister wasn't exactly liberal about sex."

"I always wondered how she managed to get pregnant," Joe observed.

"I think Jacob finally resorted to rape. Anyway, will you talk with Paul?"

"I wonder if the kid knows anything," Uncle Joe mused.

"I doubt it. And I don't want him getting Jan pregnant."

"But, if he doesn't know anything, he won't think of it, will he?"

Aunt Lil nibbled awkwardly on her lower lip. "Even if he doesn't know anything now, he will soon."

Paul was getting more and more puzzled. She knew how much he knew! They had just done it, the two of them. It didn't make sense.

Suddenly Paul remembered his aunt had muttered something when she left him about getting pregnant. Now, if she did get pregnant, it could as easily be by him as by Uncle Joe.

When his aunt got up and headed for the bathroom, Paul sidled back away from the window

and headed for his own room. Outside his window, he paused. Ten feet down he could see Jan's window. Curiosity and restlessness made him continue cautiously along.

He peered in her window. Her drapes were open, too. Evidently he was the only one who had worried about being seen and closed the drapes. When he thought about it, he felt stupid. There was no way anyone could see in, unless of course they climbed along the roof like he was doing!

Paul looked into Jan's room, and his mouth went dry. She was sprawled out on her back. Moonlight poured over her. She was nude. The covers had been kicked aside. One leg was bent at the knee. The other was straight. One hand lay across her lower torso. The fingers just touched the hazy puff of her pubic bush. Her chest moved with her steady, even breathing. Her maturing tits were graceful, smooth mounds. Her nipples were so pale they were almost invisible.

The sight of her graceful, relaxed nudity made Paul's heart hammer and his cock swell. He stared, amazed anything could be so incredibly beautiful. Her short blonde hair curled around her ears. Her perfect face was in complete repose. Her lips were parted slightly. Paul had the urge to slip into her room and plunge his aching cock into her invitingly open crotch. The thought made him groan softly.

Jan moved, and Paul jerked back, afraid he had awakened her. When the creaking of the bed ceased, he risked another peek. She hadn't waken up, only turned, rolled to her side. She was facing away from him, cutting off his view of her clit and tits. Disappointed, he started to leave, when he noticed her ass. He paused. The smooth globes of her asscheeks had a sleek beauty and attractiveness that surprised him.

It was amazing that that part of her body was as beautiful and arousing as her front was. Her legs were bent, making the roundness of her ass more pronounced. The dark crevice looked mysterious and inviting. For a long time, his cock throbbing, his body quivering with lust, he studied the different vision of womanhood.

Then the sound of drapes being pulled made him jump and lurch and almost fall off the roof. Turning carefully, he crept back to his room, terrified he had been caught in the act. His door was closed, and the window screen was still unlatched. Apparently, the noise had come from his aunt's and uncle's room. Slipping into his room, he threw himself down on the bed. He tried to relax, but couldn't. He was all knotted up inside. The focus of his tension was his rigid prick. He thought of what he had seen his uncle and aunt doing, and curled his hand around his aching, rock-hard cock. He thought about his cousin's graceful young body, and the tension built still higher.

He moved his hand on his cock, battling the memory of his mother saying that to touch himself down there was wrong. Stroking his erect prick brought increasing pleasure and the promise of relief from the tension. He thought of Jan, and his groin knotted, and hot stickiness stung his fingers. Lying on his back, he pumped his fist on his cock. The gooey oozings making a wet, sticky sound, he pumped his prick determinedly.

He looked down at the dusky knob of his cock, saw his juices shining on his flesh, saw the slit at the tip. It was the first time in his life he had really looked at himself. He moved his hand up and down, up and down. Fascinated, he watched the skin of the shaft wrinkle and pull.

He thought of his uncle's cock vanishing into Aunt Lil's gaping crotch, and another searing wave of cream oozed out and dribbled down over his fingers. He thought of his aunt's mouth engulfing his uncle's monster prick, and his balls knotted. His prostate ached.

Lying on his back on his bed, Paul pumped his cock. This was the first time in his life he had deliberately used his hand to stimulate himself. It felt fantastic! His slender hips bounced and writhed on the bed as he clutched his blazing cock. He was getting closer and closer to the flash point. In moments he would be there! Fabulous relief would burst through him! A wonderful pulsing firestorm of pleasure would engulf him.

It drew nearer, and nearer, with the inevitability of the first plunge of a roller coaster. There was an aching moment of anticipation as he hovered right on the brink. Then he plunged over. The cylinder in his fist jerked and jumped. His hips quivered, his ass cheeks knotted, and hot globs of jizm erupted, spattered his chest. He looked down as his cock lurched and pulsed. Gobs of pearly cum sprayed his belly, then thickened, became a heavy pulsating

oozing, became too thick to shoot away from his cock. Instead, creamy blobs fell heavily from his cook and pooled on his flat belly, spilled into his brown pubic patch. His nose assailed by the thick, musky scent, he milked the last dribbles of pleasure from his prick.

His hand felt hot and cold. He felt his cock shrinking. Intrigued by his outpourings, he licked his hand cautiously, tasted the flat saltiness. There was a stinging at the back of his throat when he swallowed. The taste was cloying and lingering, not unpleasant, but not one he particularly liked, either.

He wondered if his aunt liked the taste of Uncle Joe's cock, and if it had ever spurted into her mouth. The thought brought a tremble of interest to his groin. It faded quickly. He felt his jizm drying itchy and cold on his stomach and reached for the sheet. Carefully, he wiped his belly clean, dabbed at his stringy pubic patch. Then he let the sheet fall.

Wearily, he reviewed the events of the night. Aunt Lil had seemed horrified at what had happened between them. She also had gone out of her way to conceal it from Uncle Joe. Well, if that was the way she wanted it, that was all right with Paul.

The bit about getting pregnant bothered him. What if she did get pregnant? It would be all his fault. Regret poured through Paul. His overactive conscience completely neglected the fact that he hadn't had the faintest notion what he was doing.

He thought of Jan and his heart beat more quickly. He thought of her, in her room, nude-pure and beautiful and alluring. Between her room and his was the bathroom they shared. All he had to do was open his door, walk across the tile, hand open hers, and he would be in her room.

– The thought slid through his mind as exhaustion finally overwhelmed his consciousness. For the first time in months his sleep wasn't haunted by the fire that killed his parents. He slept deeply and soundly.

In the next room, Lil tossed restlessly beside her husband. Fear and guilt kept her awake for hours. Her aching desire for her nephew did nothing to ease her mind. It couldn't be, just couldn't be!

Trying to move quietly, but uncertain why, Paul stepped out into the bright afternoon sunlight. His eyes focused on Jan's smooth back. She was sunbathing smack in the middle of the back yard. Behind him, the blank, dark windows of the empty house stared out.

He admired her slender lines silently. He remembered how she had looked two nights before, nude on her bed, all satin skin and soft exciting hair. Now she was wearing her bathing suit. The knit bottom hugged her ass closely. A dent in the stretched fabric marked the separation between her ass cheeks. The strap of the bra was fastened, but the thin string that ran over her shoulders were undone.

Her tan set off the golden blonde of her short hair. A faint dusting of platinum hairs marked the line of her spine, glittered over the graceful expanse of her back. Her cheek was cushioned on the backs of her hands, and her slender arms were sprinkled with pale hairs.

"Hi," she greeted him. He jumped with surprise. He had thought she was asleep.

"Uh, hi," he answered, awkwardly trying to keep his unreliable voice from cracking.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, still not opening her eyes.

"Nothing," he answered. "Looking."

"At what?" she asked.

"You."