Auntie Marilyn , Chapter 2 SeXStoRY

Ronnie Goodge hoped that he had handled the situation correctly as he watched his eleven-year-old son saunter out of the house on his way to school. He had had a good talk with his son and had gotten the boy to finally admit that he and his friend Seth Roberts had been fooling around with young Jenny Phillips ... the only thing that troubled Ronnie was that Peter swore that the girl's sweater was down when his s****r-in-law had entered the room ... which meant only one thing ... that Marilyn had been watching at the door! It wasn't easy for Ronnie Goodge to bring up his young son alone, his wife had left him when the boy was only three years old and he had never heard from her since, nor wanted to for that matter. Over the years Ronnie had had more than one girlfriend and several times he had been tempted to re-marry but he had never quite felt strong enough about any one girl to tie the knot. He was fatally attracted to his s****r-in-law Marilyn, and now with his b*****r's death he had grown even fonder of her. He knew that it wasn't proper for a man to want his own dead b*****r's wife but he did. He never got very far with Marilyn, however, even on the occasions when they were d***k together, she was always aloof ... holding herself back, not quite letting her hair down altogether with him. Ronnie knew however that she must be madly frustrated, he knew that she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long, long time and now, realizing that she had virtually been a peeping tom with the c***dren, convinced him even more than she was ripe to be fucked. The only problem is, he thought to himself, how can I do it! * * * Later on that day, after school, young Peter Goodge and his friend Seth Roberts were hanging out at Seth's house, talking about their mishap the previous day. "So was your Dad hopping mad?" "Not really, he just told me that I was a little young for such things and that I should watch my step from now on, he was kind of embarrassed if you know what I mean and didn't really want to talk about it anymore." "Did he say anything else about your aunt?" "No not really, only one thing did puzzle me, after Dad made the remark. Do you realize that my aunt must have been watching us for quite a while before she came in because she told my Dad I was sucking Jenny's tits, now you know we heard her cough and Jenny shoved her sweater down, so her tits weren't even exposed when Aunt Marilyn came into the room." The two boys looked at each other, their eyes widening with excitement. "You realize what that means, don't you Seth," young Peter Goodge grinned lewdly. "No ... " puzzled the other boy. "It means that Aunt Marilyn was watching us through the crack in the door because she's frustrated. She hasn't had a man in a long, long time and I think she's horny." "What!" exclaimed Seth. "That's right and what's more I'm going to find out if it's true." "What do you mean Peter?" "Well ... I want to lose my virginity, you've already fucked your s****r and your cousin, how about if I get to fuck my aunt." "You're k**ding!" "Nope, I'm not ... I've thought about it all day long, I'm going to go to my aunt sort of tearful like, then I'm going to ask her to explain the facts of life to me, tell her I don't really know about girls or anything and that my Dad is too embarrassed to talk to me about it. Make her feel sorry for me, not having a mother and all. I've got something else too that will loosen her up a bit." "What?" "Some hashish." "She'll never smoke it, she's too uptight." "I know, but I talked with Jenny at school today, her mother is at work all day long and tomorrow Jenny said she would bake me some brownies. I'm going to give her some hash for the brownies and then I'll give one or two to my aunt, tell her they are Boy Scout cookies or something! " "Oh boy, do you think she'll go for it?" "She won't know what's hit her, she'll eat the brownies, then I'll start talking to her about sex, she'll start getting all worked up, because I'm telling you she's really horny and then hopefully after that everything will be a cinch."

Auntie Marilyn , Chapter 1 SeXStoRY

Chapter 1 Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she mused as she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny that only a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, it was just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shocked her profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was getting old. The voluptuous 35 year old woman had just stepped out of the tub and having toweled her body vigorously she had caused her ruby red nipples to spring to immediate hardness. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them lovingly, feeling a surge of sexual pleasure erupt in her body. Marilyn knew that she was horny, it wasn't easy being a beautiful widow with very high standards, none of the men in her immediate social circle really appealed to her, that was with the exception of Ronnie Goodge but then he was her dead husband's b*****r and it just wasn't done to have an affair with such a close f****y member. She had noticed of late that her attention was being drawn more and more to very young boys, in fact it was that very thing that had upset her so much earlier on in the day. The young widow had stopped by her b*****r-in-law's house to drop off a birthday gift for him. She hadn't bothered to knock on the door and had quietly entered the kitchen, only to realize that there was someone in the house. At first she thought it was her eleven year old nephew Peter and she hadn't thought anything of it, then she had heard other voices and she had just presumed that it was a couple of Peter's friends. But then, she heard a strange moaning that had caused her to stop dead in her tracks, it wasn't an ordinary moan, in fact she knew immediately what kind of a moan it was ... she might not have made love for a long, long time but she knew a sexual cry when she beard it! Whatever could be going on in the house, she had wondered and quietly moving through the house she made her way to the den where the sounds seemed to be coming from. The door was slightly ajar and peeping through the crack in the door, Marilyn saw, much to her horror her nephew Peter with his friend Seth Roberts hovering over Emmy Phillips' girl Jenny ... the only problem was that Jenny's sweater was up and she was not wearing a bra. The boys were cupping the girl's swollen, nipple-peaked mounds eagerly, tweaking and teasing the nipples and causing the young girl to writhe and squirm in her seat. Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes, Peter was only eleven and so was his friend Seth and Jenny Phillips wasn't more than thirteen years old. She had no idea that k**s of that age did things like that. Then she gasped inwardly as her nephew leaned over the young girl and started to suck one of her swollen rigid nipples up into his eager mouth. "Oooooooooh!" the young blonde girl moaned, her eyes almost popping out of her head as the boy licked hungrily at the tingling little bud as Seth continued to massage the other nakedly upthrust mound. "When are you going to let us look at your pussy, Jenny," Peter urged. "Another time," purred the young girl seductively, licking her lips sensually as the boys continued to play with her tits. "How about now?" Seth grinned lewdly, giving her breast an extra hard tweak. Suddenly Marilyn could bear it no longer and she coughed loudly, causing the young girl to thrust down her sweater quickly just before the older woman entered the den. "What's going on here Peter," she inquired, looking earnestly into the guilt-stricken faces of the young c***dren. "Oh Aunt Marilyn, what a surprise," blushed Peter, looking down quickly at his shoes. "I said, what's going on here," Marilyn said again firmly. "Nothing, we were just trying to get Jenny to go to the park with us," lied Seth Roberts. "I see, well, why don't you run along Peter ... and when Daddy gets home, tell him I left a gift for his birthday. Oh, and also, tell him to call me." Marilyn Goodge left the house quickly, she was in a quandary, should she tell her b*****r-in-law what she had seen at the house, or not ... she really didn't know what to do ... it was so embarrassing. * * * "Marilyn, are you serious," Ronnie Goodge exploded on the other end of the telephone later that evening, "you saw what?" "I saw your son Peter sucking Jenny Phillips' breasts, I'm telling you ... don't you believe me, Ronnie?" "I'm sorry Marilyn, to sound so disbelieving, it's just difficult to imagine young Peter doing such a thing, he's just a k**." "That's what I thought Ronnie, but both he and his friend Seth were playing with the Phillips' girl, I thought you should know." "Thanks Marilyn, I'll have a talk with Peter and oh, by the way, thanks for the birthday present, you're really sweet." "Goodnight then Ronnie, be gentle with Peter, he really is just a c***d." Marilyn Goodge hung up the telephone and moving over to the drinks cabinet she poured herself a stiff drink. She had been more than embarrassed to talk of such a thing with her handsome b*****r-in-law, especially as she always felt such a sexual undercurrent from him ... still, she had to do her duty, it was only right and proper. The older woman had just taken a bath and was now feeling quite relaxed, the drinks adding to her relaxation. She sank into the chair and picked up a book, pulling her bathrobe tightly around her voluptuous body. She looked like an old fashioned miniature at that moment, her black curly hair piled up on the top of her head like a Gibson girl, her cornflower blue eyes gazing into the distance, totally lost in thought. She sipped her second drink a little more slowly, feeling her nipples hardening against the fuzzy material of her bathrobe. Marilyn always felt embarrassed when her body spoke to her this way, it was almost as if it was telling her that it was hungry to be touched and caressed ... yet, what could she do ... she couldn't go out and solicit a man, she just wasn't that kind of a woman. Marilyn had been widowed a couple of years now and during that time she had had one brief affair with a doctor, but since that time no man had entered her life. For a long time, it didn't bother her but she had noticed over the past few months that she was feeling hornier and hornier, it didn't take very much to make her body flare up in a passionate need that demanded satisfaction immediately. She sighed languidly now, leaning back on the couch, allowing her robe to fall slightly open to reveal the swollen mounds of her breasts and the rose- tipped nipples nestled on the top of them. Marilyn gazed down at her body, allowing the robe to fall open enough to reveal her smooth belly and the provocative valley down between her parted thighs. She sucked in her breath now as she felt her flesh beginning to tingle with the wanton desire that she had been fighting for the past few months and almost unconsciously she trailed her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, slipping her fingers inside her robe and flicking them lightly over the pertly swollen buds of her nipples. The beautiful widow sighed as she began to gently massage her breasts, then still without thinking of what she was doing she allowed her hand to trail down her smooth satin belly to the steadily pulsating mound of her pussy and to come into alarming contact with the little bud of her clitoris. Suddenly the lust-contorted face of young Jenny Phillips sprang up in front of her and she knew now why it had disturbed her so much to see the boys playing with the young girl ... it was her own desire that she had seen mirrored in the girl's face. Beside herself now, not thinking of what she was actually doing, Marilyn tweaked harder and harder over the urgently pulsing little clitoral bud. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins at the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her buttocks undulating sensuously as she reached both hands lower to part the black-fringed lips of her cunt. More strained whimpers issued from her throat as her fingers spread the smoothly flowing cuntal moisture up and down the lust-tortured slit, and she could feel the fluttering in her stomach from her growing desire as she further intensified the lewd stroking on her pulsating clitoris. Marilyn continued the obscene self-caress unthinkingly for a moment longer, then with a sigh of shame and frustration, stilled her hand again, her body stiffening and her eyes opening wide to stare up at the ceiling in shock and humiliation as she realized what she was about to do. It was almost too warped and perverted for her to even imagine, and even here in the privacy of her own home Marilyn felt almost as embarrassed and ashamed as she should have if she had been caught in the act! She was confused, part of her felt that it was wrong and evil to touch herself and the other part of her was on fire for release, her lust was like a hot ball of fire in her loins and she knew that she had to have some kind of relief. Suddenly she arched her smoothly rounded buttocks of the couch, she had to release herself even if it did mean this lewd act. A shiver ran through her as she placed her finger back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little bud of her clitoris, moving downward again to spread the flowing cuntal moisture up and down along her glistening pussy- slit. Her fingers worked the hair-lined lips wider apart and began to probe teasingly up into the softly clasping upper flesh, sending further obscene shocks of pleasure and need to dart out over her lustfully quivering body. Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that welled parallel to her rising lust as she wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated pussy. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never get to sl**p if she didn't do something to quell her consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle into her moistly parting cuntal flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt. A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Marilyn's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers darting swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling pussy-lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsating bud of her clitoris. Her face flushed and she broke out in a shining coat of perspiration as the lovestarved widow strained for the still distant orgasm, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long black curly hair undone from the confines of the bobby pins that were holding it up on the top of her head. Then she lifted her head up from the couch, gazing in shock down between the trembling mounds of her naked breasts and deriving a lewd thrill at the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her widely scissoring thighs. Again she recalled Jenny's expression as her nephew Peter had sucked her breast and her sense of identification merged more clearly in the focus of her own heightened lust, and in spite of the thrills coursing wantonly through her naked loins and flesh, Marilyn could not quell the sob that rose in her throat at the shattering realization that above and beyond everything else she'd felt at the obscene encounter at her b*****r- in-law's house, she had been envious of the young girl being so lewdly fondled by the two young boys! Now Marilyn's body was thrashing savagely on the couch, her loins jerking madly to the probing strokes of her fingers working deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt. The lips of her vagina flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her warmly yielding inner flesh, and she continued the frenzied stroking of her thumb over the little twitching bud of her clitoris, almost driving herself out of her mind with obscene passion. Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, and a series of obscene grunts and moans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. Her body uncoiled in a frantic whiplash motion, her legs opening and closing in desperation on the finger that still jerked in and out of the wantonly sucking lips of her pussy. Already Marilyn could feel the rising tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, obliterating the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise building in her loins. As reality began to fade, Marilyn emersed herself totally in the delirium of her selfinflicted passion. She drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling cuntlips, stroking in an even more rapid motion over her swollen clitoris to send new, more wanton thrills to swell out from the pulsating flesh of her loins through every inch of her gyrating body. She worked her finger frenziedly back and forth over the quivering cuntal bud, sobbing and moaning in urgent supplication as the release she so urgently needed continued to elude her. Then giving out with an even louder moan she thrust her three fingers savagely back into the trembling little cuntal mouth. Marilyn's breasts heaved with the insane tossings of her lust-racked torso as she lunged her hips wildly up and down on the bed, jerking with the little spasms flowing spontaneously out through her loins. Suddenly the wanton woman began to feel her orgasm mounting inside her quivering pussy-flesh that surfaced swiftly in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking finger. Her breath rasped in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her. Marilyn continued the rapid workings of her thumb over the pulsating bud of her clitoris until she'd extracted every bit of the obscene pleasure that her body had to offer. She writhed and bucked beneath her own finger as it continued to plunge in and out of the contracting walls of her pussy. She was riding the waves of her overwhelmingly sensational orgasm now, giving herself the release she had yearned for so long. She felt soft and yielding and very much a woman now as she sank back down onto the couch, satiated by her own hand, her lust-tormented body relaxed now. The tiny cringing wall of doubt began to mount in her mind now, however, as the orgasm faded and began to be replaced by the overwhelming pangs of doubt ... she was really perverted to do such a thing, she told herself over and over again in her mind ... there was no reprieve for her ... she was a lost woman!

Auntie Marilyn , Chapter 3 SeXStoRY

Chapter 3 "How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little nervously to her nephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual encounter she had witnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know quite how to act around her attractive young nephew. It was almost as if she were seeing him for the first time, she had only thought of him as a little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny's nipples so expertly she was beginning to see him in another light. "I brought you a little present too Auntie," Peter smiled, thinking lewdly of all the things he wanted to do to his aunt once he got her stoned and loosened up. He knew all about what a guy did to fuck, he had just never done it yet and he was anxious to try it. "What do you have Peter," Marilyn asked curiously. "A few brownies. They're from the Boy Scout bake sale. I thought you might like one with your tea." "How thoughtful of you Peter, I'll put the kettle on." Half an hour later, having consumed at least three brownies and d***k two cups of tea, Marilyn Goodge was relaxing in the living room of her own house. "It really was nice of you to come and see me Peter, it's kind of like old times, isn't it." "Yes Auntie," the young boy said quietly, "only there is something I wanted to talk to you about." "Oh really Peter, what is it." "Well ... I don't know quite how to say it, but not having a mother has made things a bit difficult for me." "Oh I know Peter, I know," the older woman said sympathetically, laying her hand on her young nephew's thigh in a motherly sort of way. Marilyn wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but for the past few moments she had begun to feel sort of different, it was almost as if she had had a few drinks but not quite, it was a different sort of feeling, one that she couldn't quite identify. Suddenly however, she noticed how everything had taken on a kind of surreal quality, and young Peter was beginning to blur in her consciousness into pictures of her dead husband and then his father and then back to his boy-face again. I wonder what's going on with me, she puzzled. Then she shot her attention back to her nephew, he seemed to be staring at her intently as if he were expecting something from her. Then she realized that he was waiting for her to say something. "Oh, I'm sorry Peter, I don't know what came over me," the older woman confessed, running her hand over her brow in an effect to calm herself. "What was it you wanted me to help you with?" "Well I'm sort of embarrassed, but you know Auntie, I don't know anything about ... well, you know ... men and woman, sex and all that, how babies are born. I mean I don't know anything about it," the boy finished lamely. Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and embarrassed at her nephew's question but not as much as she thought she would be, after all she was only doing what his mother would have done if she had been there at that moment. What she didn't know, however, was how to put it in terms the boy could understand. She wasn't prepared though for his next remark. "What I really want to know Auntie, is how men and women do it." Marilyn Goodge gulped, she could hardly believe that her young nephew was asking her such an outlandish question, how on earth could she answer him!!! "What I mean Auntie, is, what is the difference between boys and girls, you know, down there ..." The young widow drew in her breath, "Well Peter," she said slowly, "the man has a penis and the woman has a vagina ... that is an opening. Now in the act of sexual intercourse the male's penis is inserted into the female's vagina. The male ejaculates and if the female happens to be ovulating at the time and the sperm unites with one of the eggs, that will cause ... " "Oh," the boy said looking very puzzled. "Then what is it when boys and girls play with each other, you know, play with a girl's tits and all that kind of stuff that the boys talk about at school." "Peter, I really don't know how to answer you, this is very difficult for me." "Well Auntie, what I really want to know is how do people fuck." Marilyn Goodge was stunned, she could hardly believe her ears, was this her eleven year old nephew talking to her this way ... it couldn't be ... it just couldn't be. And, she still felt so strange, what was wrong with her, even Peter's face seemed to be coming in and out of focus. Peter Goodge was elated, he knew that his aunt was stoned out of her gourd, even though she didn't know it, he could tell. He could see that he was really arousing her also, he could tell by the way her hands were fidgeting up and down her sweater. She seemed to have a far-away look on her face too, and her lips were moving almost as if she were talking to herself. He noticed now how her tongue began to dart nervously out of her mouth and to lap around her lips sensually. Suddenly the young boy knew that he had to be very daring, his aunt was in an altered state of consciousness and it was time for him to make his move. With a trembling hand, he reached up toward one of his aunt's swollen breasts. Marilyn Goodge wasn't aware of her nephew's movement until his hand was actually in startling contact with her voluptuously molded mound ... then she started so violently that Peter drew back his hand rapidly. The young widow stared down in mute shock at her young nephew, she was stunned by his action and couldn't do anything but stare at him. She didn't know how to re-act ... everything seemed so unreal to her! "I'm sorry Auntie, I'm really sorry," the boy sobbed. Marilyn was suddenly aware of the tiny tingling shivers of excitement that were beginning to course up and down her spine as she looked at her handsome young nephew. There was a fluttering in her stomach and a pounding in her heart and her breath was coming in short rasps. She knew that she should have been angry and shocked at her eleven year old nephew's outrageous behavior and yet she couldn't help but admit to herself that she wasn't! She was well aware that the young boy was profoundly upset at his action however, and she reached out her hand and gently touched his face, his hands running through his hair. "Peter dear, what on earth is wrong with you, you've never done anything like this before." Then almost as if it were someone else and not herself that was acting, the beautiful widow drew her young nephew close to her, flicking her tongue out to moisten her voluptuous lips. Peter Goodge was amazed, his aunt was looking at him so seductively this moment, an entire change had come over her. It was almost as if his touch had awoken something deep inside her ... it looked to him almost as if she were going to kiss him, or something! With a soft moan, Marilyn turned the nervously trembling boy's face up toward hers. She caught just a glimpse of the surprise in his eyes before she covered his lips with her own mouth, breathing softly into his and parting her own lips wide to thrust her tongue in between his teeth. Peter stiffened in shock as his aunt kissed him lightly on the lips. He could feel her full breasts, pressed hard against his chest and she was breathing heavily, her body trembling. His aunt wasn't kissing him in a motherly way, though, this was a woman's kiss he was getting he realized as she sucked on his tongue. Another soft tremor of excitement coursed through Marilyn's wanton body as she felt her nephew's hands move cautiously back up to touch her waist, then trailed slowly up her sides beneath her arms, lightly brushing the heaving swells of her breasts. She could feel the electric excitement exuding from Peter's trembling body, and she knew what she was doing was insane. She was leading him on, and Peter's response to her embrace could only be sexual arousal. But she couldn't stop. Her breasts were bursting with all the love and emotion that welled up in them for her beautiful young nephew and her flesh quivered with her own forbidden craving. She knew that she was doing something very dangerous, but somehow she couldn't stop herself. Another distant puff rising in her throat, Marilyn removed her lips from Peter's, snuggling her face against his cheek and blowing softly into his ear. Now she didn't resist as one of Peter's hands slipped between their bodies to eagerly cup and massage the ripely rounded firmness of her breasts, hardly protected by her flimsy blouse. "Auntie, please show me ... will you show me how to do it?" Marilyn could hardly believe her ears. Yet now the blunt request, which ordinarily would have shocked and angered her, prompted a much different reaction. Her lust and her compassion for her nephew were becoming confused and it was difficult for her to separate one from the other. "Auntie, please, please will you do it with me?" "Oh no, Peter, I can't ... I can't ..." the older woman whispered into her young nephew's ear, "I just can't." Marilyn was hardly aware as Peter took one of her hands and pulled it gently downward. Only when it was placed right down on the lewdly throbbing erection that tented the crotch of his pants did she realize what he was doing. Then another shock coursed through her loins as Peter's other hand dropped from her breasts to seize the hem of her skirt and begin to work it slowly up to reveal her soft-skinned thighs and the nearly transparent bikini panties, which hardly protected her already obscenely moistening pussy. Peter was so excited he could hardly stand it. He could hardly believe that this was happening with his aunt but he couldn't think about anything at this moment but playing with her gorgeous breasts, and having her hand resting on the pulsating hardness of his penis, and the sheer thrill of pulling her dress up and revealing her tantalizingly rounded thighs and buttocks was almost more than he could bear. His cock was so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his pants, and if he didn't get to fuck his aunt pretty soon, he thought he would go out of his mind. Marilyn gathered all her strength together now and pulled back from her young nephew. She stared down at her own body, completely exposed from the waist down except for the thinly revealing panties that didn't even conceal the soft black hair of her pussy nestled so invitingly between her thighs. Then her eyes rested on her nephew's bulging pants, his lewdly aroused cock causing her to suck in her breath sharply. It didn't seem quite real though, nothing seemed quite real. "Please Auntie, you've got to do it to me, I want it so badly, I can hardly stand it." Marilyn watched her nephew in desperation. She knew he was right, for it had been she who had begun this! How could she leave him hanging this way ... how could she ... it would probably harm him for life! "Promise you'll never tell anyone Peter," urged Marilyn. "I promise," the young boy said excitedly. "I can't make love to you though, Peter, I just can't." "B-but ..." "It's just that I feel badly leaving you hanging this way, really I do." Marilyn slid her own hand slowly down her body, brushing at the bunched up skirt around her waist, she tried to smooth it down but she didn't quite manage it. She knew what she was about to do was sheer madness and yet she couldn't stop herself ... she couldn't leave her young nephew in this state. "Do you have a handkerchief," she asked in a soft., lusty voice. "Yes Auntie." "Give it to me then," she purred softly. The boy gave his aunt his handkerchief, still not quite understanding what she was going to do with it. Marilyn spread it over his stomach, then she unzipped his pants and, trying to stifle the urgent moan rising in her own throat, reached her fingers inside the fly of his pants. She felt his hips jerk in sudden excitement as she closed her hand around the already eagerly throbbing shaft of his penis, looming up with a twitch in warmly pulsing erection as she worked the jockey shorts aside to expose the resilient flesh to his touch and free it to protrude upward in lewd invitation from his fly. Marilyn moistened her lips, gazing hungrily down at her nephew's nakedly throbbing little cock-shaft. "I'm going to jack you off, Peter." Peter frowned in disappointment as his aunt lightly touched the sensitive skin of his cock, beginning to draw it slowly up and down from the naked head along the smoothly pulsating shaft. Though the caress of her fingers on his penis felt better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life and was beyond even comparing with the way it felt when he did it to himself, he still wasn't going to be satisfied just to have her jack him off. Though he was tempted. The prospect of actually fucking his aunt still scared Peter, no matter how much he wanted it! "But Auntie ..." pleaded Peter, his voice strained. "Doesn't this feel good darling," Marilyn asked, watching the expression on her nephew's lust-contorted face as she increased the up- and-down motions of her hand on the erect little cock-shaft. "It feels good Auntie, but I want to fuck you." A lustful shiver ran swiftly through Marilyn's body at hearing that blunt word, but no matter how much she might want to give in to the boy's lewd demands, she knew she had to control herself. Peter continued to tremble and jerk on the couch as his aunt increased the smoothly skinning up and down motions of her hand on his bl**d- filled cock, feeling it surge even harder in her fingers with the young boy's wildly spiraling desire. Again she licked her voluptuously full lips and even more urgent cravings shot through her own hashish- d**gged body as she saw the little glistening seminal droplet that appeared in the glans-slit at the tip of Peter's cock. Then slowly she decreased the movements of her hand, softly squeezing the lust-inflamed hardness and gazing down in completely wanton anticipation as an even more insane, more intriguing idea invaded her consciousness. She'd never felt this way in her life, and she knew what she was thinking of doing now could have an even more disastrous consequences than the relatively minor act of jacking her young nephew off. But once the idea had entered her mind, she couldn't get rid of it. The prospect was so warped, so perverted, so fascinating ... Now Peter was groaning and tossing in youthful frenzy between the delicate manipulations of her fingers on his sex-crazed cock. She knew he was enjoying what she was doing to him, but she could see the shame and disappointment that lingered in his face even beyond his rising excitement. And she knew that even by giving him a climax in this manner, she would in a sense be humiliating him. There was an inherent degradation in what she was doing to him now. She was the aggressor, he the passive receiver. And that wasn't what she'd intended. For no matter how stimulating it might be physically for her nephew, the act of ejaculating into a handkerchief as she, his aunt, watched and assisted, would inevitably be humiliating for him. Slowly Marilyn ceased the movements of her hand. She couldn't do it to him. She couldn't shame and humiliate him this way. And short of indulging her own perverted lust, of using his innocent body for the satiation of her own warped desire, Marilyn could think of only one other way to give her nephew satisfaction, the satisfaction his young body demanded and let him retain his dignity at the same time. Then her hand dropped slowly away from his erectly throbbing cock. "Auntie ... w-what ... Peter gasped, his body twitching and jerking in frustration, his rigidly pulsating cock shaft visibly flexing as the contact was completely ceased. "I know this isn't fair to you," she said softly. "So I'm going to do something else. I know a better way to make you cum." "Are you going to let me screw you?" Marilyn couldn't help the light, playful giggle that sprang to her lips. Then she shook her head. "No, Peter, I told you I wouldn't do that ... but I am going to suck your cock." She hesitated, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on the boy's face. Then, her own desire surging almost as wildly as his at the thought of offering her mouth and lips for his lewd pleasure, she leaned slowly downward. Again she seized the thickly swollen shaft of his cock and bent it backwards until it was pointed directly up at her face. Inches away she paused and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the obscene up- and-down skinning to prompt further excited grunts and groans from the astonished boy. Then Marilyn flicked her tongue gingerly from her lips, the saliva- wetted tip coming into wantonly shocking contact right upon the throbbing head of Peter's engorged cock. She circled it slowly about the rubbery flesh, listening with keenly rising passion to his excited moans, feeling his hips twitch spontaneously from the arousing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the little opening of the glans at the end and greedily lapped up the little shining droplet of eager pre-cum, the sharply pleasing taste only further increasing her own hotly building hunger and want. Then her hands slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the bl**d- swollen head up into the warmth and moisture of her mouth. A low sigh escaped from Peter's lips as his aunt's mouth planted moist kisses around the jerking cock-head, continuing to play and tease him, yet still refusing to actually take the tingling shaft between her lips. She trailed her tongue teasingly down the straining rod of flesh, then again flicked it back all the way up the slender moistened shaft. Then with a sudden deep groan, Peter reached down into his aunt's long black hair, holding her face against his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upward, shoving the full-length of his hotly twitching cock between her lips and ramming it all the way down her tongue to the back of her throat. Marilyn gulped, giving out with a muffled whimper of mixed delight and protest at the sudden shocking invasion. It almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in her nephew's sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his penis crush relentlessly into the moist tenderness of her mouth. Peter trembled as he felt his aunt's lips warmly close around the hard- fleshed shaft of his cock, now taking almost the whole length into her mouth. As the young boy began to hunch up and down on the couch, Marilyn surrendered her lips even more willingly to the satisfaction of his obscene lust. Again and again she felt the hotly swelling hardness shoving into her yielding mouth, the massively throbbing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far into the back of her throat as Peter squirmed his loins even harder into her face. With a wanton whimper she closed her eyes and began to work her head up and down in a bobbing movement over his loins, swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively pulsing head as she started to suck in earnest. Marilyn was losing her inhibitions, throwing herself body and soul into the task of sucking her nephew's cock. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She now longed for the lewd ejaculation and was determined not to waste a single drop of the precious life-giving fluid. She concentrated all her efforts toward that end, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding up her softly willing mouth totally for Peter's pleasure. Her lips were stretched tightly by the violating rod of flesh, and her bent-over position beside the couch made the strain on her neck and shoulders almost unbearable. But she didn't care. She sucked ravenously, further intensifying the frenzied bobbing of her head over his loins. "Oh wow, Auntie, that feels so good, I can hardly stand it." The young boy had never experienced anything like this before in his life, and it was everything he could do to keep from shooting off right this minute into his aunt's obscenely ovalled mouth. The feel of her tongue and lips on the sensitive flesh of his cock was too much, and he knew very soon he was going to lose control. Then as his aunt began to sway and undulate her body with her own frenziedly building passion, Peter became suddenly aware that on one side her skirt was still pulled all the way up to her panties, and through the near-transparent fabric he could just glimpse the shadowy black curls of the hair of her cunt. Staring hungrily at her wantonly writhing buttocks, he thrust his cock even harder into the warmth and softness of her mouth. Then, unable to resist the temptation he reached out toward her with a trembling hand. A shiver ran through Marilyn's body as she felt Peter's hand move up to touch her full-fleshed buttocks, again working her skirt completely up above her thighs and off her seething panty-clad loins. She gasped around the hotly plunging cock as she felt his fingers begin to dig and prod gently into the firmness of her ripely quivering asscheeks. She sobbed in abandon, her own body beginning to come savagely to life as Peter's hands moved eagerly up between her thighs. Marilyn further intensified her cock-sucking, the lewd submission tapping a masochistic course in her she hadn't even known existed. Now every inch of her voluptuous love-denied flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in exchange for the offering of her mouth up for Peter's obscene exploitation, and already she was beginning to waiver in her resolution to make this act a sacrifice on her part. She needed her own release also. Her whole body was crying out with obscenely welling lust. Then she purred even more urgently around the boyish cock-shaft that violated her mouth as she felt Peter's hands begin to stroke softly up the straining tendon of one of her inner thighs. She was almost completely naked below the waist, with only the sheer panties to conceal the squirming half-moons of her buttocks and the already lewdly moistened flesh of her cunt, but her complete vulnerability to her young nephew's hands only further stimulated her now almost uncontrollable passion. Her submissive mewling around the hotly thrusting shaft of Peter's cock intensified, and she continued her fervent sucking as his fingers flicked shockingly up inside the tight elastic legband of her panties and teased into the soft curly hair that fringed her urgently pulsating little cunt- lips. Then a muffled moan issued from deeper in her throat as she felt the first shattering contact of Peter's middle finger stroking right up along the slickly moistened slit of her cunt and coming into savage contact with the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. As her buttocks writhed eagerly in lewd gyrating motions, Marilyn felt her nephew's other hand seize the waistband at the top of her panties and pull them slowly down off the flexing ripeness of her buttocks. Then an even more violent shiver darted through her loins as his middle finger stroked softly down the forbidden crack between her ass-cheeks running right over the sensitive little opening of her anus. The exciting contact made her intensify her hungry sucking of Peter's cock, and her head bobbed in an even more wildly frenzied rhythm over his bucking loins, her teeth scratching lightly up and down his resilient flesh and her tongue still swiping over the palpitating head. Peter groaned at the lewd sight of his aunt's face bobbing in obscene submission over his loins, sucking his cock right up between her sensuously rounded lips. Then once more he turned his attention to her near-naked buttocks and the softly haired flesh of her pussy, his fingers moving down from her hot little anus to stroke teasingly into the parted lips of her cunt from behind and up over the little bud nestled so tenderly at the top of the slit. Then Marilyn's buttocks twitched even more wildly as his middle finger slipped right up in between her flanged pussy-lips, worming slowly and deliberately into the warm wet flesh of her vagina, and Peter's own body stiffened an even louder groan coming to his lips. "Uh-oh," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the couch as he tried to gain control over his maddening need, but the thought of playing with his aunt's pussy even as she lewdly sucked his cock was more than the young boy could stand. He'd never had the slightest sexual contact and the sensation was just too much for him. He could feel the cum welling up excitedly in his balls, and he knew there wasn't a way in the world he was going to stop. He was going to shoot off whether he wanted to or not ... and if his aunt didn't move fast, he was going to do it right in her mouth. Marilyn felt the sudden increase of the tension in Peter's body. She sensed the even greater urgency of the obscenely thrusting cock between her lips, and she knew it wasn't going to be long until he ejaculated. Frantically she began to hunch and undulate her own hips, squirming the softness of her lustfully tingling pussy flesh back and forth on the finger that still remained embedded far up inside the sensitive softness, now straining to obtain her own desperately needed release in spite of her previous vow. "Uh-oh," Peter gasped again. "I'm gonna cum, Auntie. I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer." Again his hips retreated downward and suddenly Marilyn realized what he was trying to do. Due to Peter's inexperience, it must have never occurred to him that when she said she wanted to suck his cock, she intended to go all the way with her masochistic surrender. She'd intended to let him cum in her mouth. Now the young boy's display of naivete sent an even more wanton thrill darting through her wildly pulsing loins, and she followed his retreating cock with her lips, clinging to it desperately, again sucking the full length of it almost to the back of her throat. She'd never let a man cum in her mouth before. But she was determined to do it for Peter. She wanted him to cum there. She wanted his triumph and her subjugation to be complete. But as Peter continued to squirm away from her, it became apparent Marilyn was going to have to communicate her wish verbally. The idea that she might want him to shoot off in her mouth must be completely beyond the realm of his innocently-rooted imagination, and she had to let him know so he could enjoy his ejaculation to the fullest. With a distant sounding whimper Marilyn let the hotly twitching shaft of Peter's cock slip from her lips and raised her head, gazing hungrily up the length of his body at his lust-strained face. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter, I want you to cum in my mouth." That did it. Peter could hardly believe his ears, but the prospect of actually coming in his aunt's mouth was more than he could resist. With a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing rigidity of his cock violently back up between her full red lips, groaning and grunting in complete abandon, as he released his restraints, further increasing the lewd fucking movements of his fingers into her moistly seeping pussy as he felt the dam give way in his throbbing testicles. An instant later Marilyn felt the first warm drop of Peter's fresh- tasting sperm come spewing obscenely into her mouth. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. At almost the same instant the first distant waves began far up inside her own loins and sensing what was happening, Peter thrust his middle finger even more swiftly in and out of her pulsating cuntal depths as the shocking waves of orgasm began to pour through her body. His own buttocks continued their wild lunging as her tongue twirled maddeningly around his twitching young cock-head, gurgling sounds continued to pour wantonly from her throat as she swallowed the ceaselessly spurting droplets. At last, with an exhausted sigh, Peter sank his buttocks down onto the couch. His aunt closed her eyes, her body squirming for a few moments longer as her orgasm played itself through her satiated body. The young widow was slowly beginning to come to her senses, it was almost as if the exhaustion of the sexual endeavor had torn the last remnants of the hashish from her body and everything was beginning to come back to it's former sharp reality. "I liked it, I really liked it," gasped Peter excitedly, looking down at his deflating penis, its glistening shaft still seeping cum from it's throbbing head. "I know darling, but we must never do it again," said Marilyn seriously, realizing now fully the enormous responsibility she had taken on, showing this kind of release to her nephew. What if he should tell his friends, or worse than that, her b*****r-in-law. How could she ever explain her outrageous behavior. Peter was silent, he knew that his aunt meant what she was saying now but he knew that it wouldn't be the last time for either of them. Unbeknown to her he had a little tape-recorder stashed in his pocket and if all had gone according to plan he had recorded their entire fucking session, it would prove to be a good piece of blackmail for future sessions, besides he wanted to let Seth Roberts hear it, he would never believe him that he had had his cock sucked by his aunt unless he heard the tape. "I promise I won't tell anyone Auntie," the boy said innocently, knowing full well that the tape would do the talking for him. "Good darling, it's better this way, believe me. I'm glad I helped you out, though. Now you'd better run along before your father wonders where you are ... and Peter ... thank you for the brownies!"