Aunt Cynthia
by Billie Monday


FOREWORD 

Liverpool Library Press is proud to present this new illustrated Magazine 
series to take its place alongside the classics of sexual education, such as 
Havelock Ellis' monumental Psychology of Sex, the Alfred Kinsey (et a\) 
Sexual Behavior in the Human Male and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, 
as well as the more recent studies by Masters and Johnson. While The 
Publishers are not presenting any new discoveries in the sexual area, we are 
presenting the cold facts uncovered by these and other acknowledged leaders 
in sexual research in a manner more easily accessible to the ordinary mature 
adult reader - in the form of fiction. 

The presentation of educational material in the form of fiction is 
traditional in all civilizations. Basic human wisdom has many times been 
offered in the form of easily remembered fables, such as those of Aesop and 
La Fontaine, which are found much more palatable than didactic treatises, 
and are much more likely to be remembered and taken heed of. Likewise, from 
earliest times, it was common to dramatize the basic conflicts and group 
philosophies of peoples. Here, we may point to the great Greek dramatists 
such as Sophocles and Aeschylus - and Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis, 
did not hesitate to name the Oedipus Complex and the Electra Complex after 
the dramatized psychological conflicts embodied in these same dramatists. In 
medieval times, the Bible itself was frequently dramatized within the great 
cathedrals themselves in order for church members to better feel the 
immediacy of long-past events. 

Nothing which appears in the fictionalized case-studies here presented is 
original except this particular story itself. These particular characters 
and events are fiction - but they are drawn from similar case-studies 
presented by psychologists and sexual researchers. This particular study 
deals with one aspect of incest. Aeschylus, Dante, Somerset Maugham and a 
variety of authors, poets, playwrights have presented dramatized accounts of 
this same subject - some based on fact, some entirely fictionalized. 

The subject of incest itself has met with varied response throughout 
history. However, the concept itself has had different meanings in different 
places and different times. To the ancient Greeks, it was considered incest 
for sexual relationships to occur between two siblings of the same mother; 
however, it was considered quite acceptable for relations to occur between 
siblings of the same father provided they had different mothers. 

The ancient Egyptians, on the other hand, quite often practiced sibling 
marriage, and the famous Ramses II even married one of his own daughters. In 
contrast, the Chinese held it to be incest for two people of the same family 
name to marry - regardless of how remote their blood relationship. In 
Medieval Europe, it was technically consanguinity for two people to marry if 
they were related within six generations. However, this concept had changed 
drastically by the seventeenth century when one of the Hapsburg archdukes 
married - with the blessings of the Church - his own niece. 

In the United States, the legal definition of incest varies from state to 
state, so that in one state, married first-cousins are considered living in 
incest, while in another, fourth-cousin marriage is illegal. In still other 
states, both marriages are considered quite legal and acceptable. The 
psychologist tends to be more interested in the feelings of the people 
involved in incestuous relations - whether an overpowering sense of guilt or 
perhaps a compulsive need to engage in incest despite (or perhaps because 
of) a strong sense of guilt. 

In this present fictionalized study of incest, Cynthia Sloane is a woman 
with unmet sexual needs. Her husband is a man old and fatigued beyond his 
years, and he makes no attempt to satisfy her natural desires. The young 
wife is able to cope with her deprivation until her young nephew comes to 
visit for the summer, and then, little by little, she finds herself seducing 
him - almost against her will. Once she had brought herself to the point 
where she could accept this incestuous relationship, it is a simple step to 
include her nephew's teenaged friend, Willie. 

The outcome of these actions is almost inevitable discovery by an adult - in 
this case, young Willie's father, who decides to teach Cynthia a lesson she 
won't forget (and incidentally giving scope to his own sexual desires as 
well). 

We, The Publishers, are proud to present this new Illustrated Magazine 
Series as a contribution to the better understanding of one of the problems 
encountered by some Americans, and we know this work will be welcomed as an 
educational insight into contemporary mores. 

For those wishing additional information on our published subject matter, we 
have included a bibliographical section on page 60 which explains some of 
the illustrations and provides reference to books available to the public in 
all libraries throughout the nation. 

 -The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Dissatisfaction was evident in the lines etched across the forehead of 
Cynthia Sloane as she stared out the bedroom window into the darkness of the 
quiet Oregon night. Her jet black bangs practically hid the troubled brown 
eyes of the twenty-four year old doctor's wife. 

Bored with her hum-drum existence with a disinterested man fifteen years 
older than she, it had almost become habitual for the lovely young wife to 
have a few drinks after dinner each night to help her forget. She snorted in 
derision now as she thought about it. That's what came about when a woman's 
husband was the only local doctor, and a wife was forced to be alone for too 
much of her time. Cynthia tilted her cocktail glass and drained it of its 
contents. The dreariness of her situation seemed to rise up and choke her 
with disgust for the way she had to live. Although her husband, Dr. John 
Sloane, had promised when they first got married that he would get her away 
from the boredom of this small town, they were still here three years later. 
Worse, on the rare occasions when John was at home he watched television 
each night until he fell asleep in his chair. Cynthia, frustrated out of her 
mind, drank herself into oblivion. 

Suddenly unable to think about her desperate situation any longer, the 
curvaceous brunette whirled from the window and moaned, "I'll go nuts if I 
have to spend one more night alone while good old Johnny Sloane holds 
someone's hand and tells them that he'll take care of them. I wish to God 
I'd never heard of the famous Dr. John ..." 

Angry now, Cynthia stalked down the hallway and into the living room of 
their one story rambling ranch house, where she poured herself another stiff 
drink, then - for lack of something better to do - turned on the television 
set. She had almost finished her second drink when she heard the car come 
into the driveway. Well, she thought sarcastically, good old Doc is a little 
earlier than last night. Only eleven thirty! How fucking nice of him to 
remember he has a home ... and a wife! 

A second later the kitchen door opened and she heard his slow footsteps 
coming down the hall toward her. 

"I'm home," John Sloane said wearily as he dropped his little black bag on 
the table in the entranceway and entered the living room. 

"So I see," she snapped, but then immediately felt guilty as she saw the 
lines of weariness etched on his face. Her voice softened momentarily, "Did 
you have something to eat?" 

"Yes, I ate at the hospital cafeteria. I'm really tired," he sighed as he 
dropped to the sofa and lay back with his eyes closed. 

Cynthia stared at her thirty-nine year old husband and shook her head slowly 
as she realized that he was much older than his years. John Sloane had 
worked his way through eight years of medical school and was now a dedicated 
doctor. But, it had made him a cautious man, and he continued to worry about 
money. He gave her a sufficient allowance for the house, but it was just 
that ... sufficient. 

Sitting in the chair across the room from him now, she watched him with wary 
interest. He was a big man, blond hair, blue eyes, and still handsome; or at 
least, there had been a time when she thought he was handsome. She had been 
married two years and there was no romance left. After two measly little 
years! 

If only there was something for her to do! Johnny wouldn't let her work, or 
do anything she liked to do. And he was always "too tired" to socialize! 

Romance wasn't all that had left their life! There was no sex to speak of. 
Sometimes the love-starved young brunette thought she would go out of her 
mind with desire. Gradually, though, she'd withdrawn into herself and 
stopped making a fool of herself by begging him to make love to her. Now, 
the occasional times that he did want it, she just lay beneath him 
unconcerned, knowing that if she counted to ten, he would climax and fall 
asleep. Sometimes, even before she got to ten. 

Johnny was lying with closed eyes when he heard a deep sigh escape his young 
wife's throat, and knew that she was bored. Why had he married someone who 
was so young? Because he loved her, that was why! But, he was too tired for 
love-making, and he knew that it wasn't just tonight but every night. 
Besides, he knew that he didn't satisfy Cynthia and she had stopped 
responding to him. He also knew that he wasn't impotent, because the nurses' 
short uniforms aroused him to a fever-pitch of excitement, and another 
thing, was his healthy reaction to the collection of erotica that he kept 
hidden in his study desk. 

Even before he married Cynthia, he had met a young doctor at the hospital 
who sold them. Even then, he'd used the visual effect of the full color 
photographs to excite him before making love to her. Aroused by looking at 
other couples in the various acts of making love, he would go to bed and ram 
his cock into Cynthia's tight little cunt, but... he generally had a 
premature ejaculation, and it hurt him to see the disappointed look on his 
wife's face afterwards when he kissed her goodnight. 

He knew Cynthia was not aware of his collection of a hundred or more 
pornographic photographs collected during the past five years. They had been 
kept under lock and key because the middle-aged doctor felt foolish about 
telling her of his interest in erotica. 

Unable to stand it anymore, Cynthia jumped up from the chair and nervously 
began pacing the floor in front of him. "You going to sleep on the sofa 
again tonight, or go to bed?" 

"I'm too tired to move. I think I'll just stay here for a while," Johnny 
said as he reached for her. "Come here and stay with me." 

"I'm going to bed! I've seen all the television I ever want to see. Good 
night doctor!" she said sarcastically and pulled away from him. 

As soon as she closed the door behind her, John Sloane opened his eyes and 
listened for a minute. Then, quietly, he got up from the couch and opened 
the door to listen again. Not a sound! She must be in bed already. Tiptoeing 
down the hallway, he went to his study and moved across the room to his 
desk. Without turning on the light he opened the upper right hand drawer and 
pulled out a manila envelope he had brought home last night. From his coat 
pocket, he removed a small pen-light that he ordinarily used for throat 
inspections and snapped it on. Guiding the small spotlight toward the 
envelope, he took out several photographs and spread them out before him on 
the desk. 

The first print was of a beautiful redheaded woman sitting astride the naked 
body of a man. Her lust-contorted face and voluptuous naked body caused the 
middle-aged doctor to draw in a sharp breath and gasp in excitement. The 
man's face was not visible as he lay near the edge of the bed with his penis 
buried to the hilt in the wetly glistening hair-lined vagina of the woman 
kneeling above him. Standing beside the bed was a second woman with a lewd 
smile on her face, staring down at the two naked bodies, her outstretched 
middle finger buried inside her own cuntal passage. 

John could feel his already erect penis pulsating in lewd excitement inside 
his shorts and, without taking his eyes from the obscene photographs, used 
his free hand to reach down and rub it. Jesus God! What would it be like to 
have two women at one time? He'd never have the guts to do it! But, if he 
did, he'd have that other woman sitting on his mouth at the same time the 
redhead sat on his penis. 

He could see the ass-cheeks of the redheaded woman shining like white 
marble, and her puckered little anus nestled up between her rounded buttocks 
like a tiny sucking mouth. The young doctor he had purchased the photographs 
from had told him that sometimes he had pictures of a woman getting screwed 
in the asshole! Anal intercourse! God how often he had wanted to do that to 
Cynthia! 

Dr. Sloane moved his eyes to the next picture and stared in wonder at the 
beautiful brunette lying on her back with widespread thighs, her hands were 
on each side of her glistening vaginal lips, pulling them apart to show the 
swollen, satiny layers of her gaping pink flesh. Beside her stood a 
completely naked man holding his long hard cock only inches away from her 
lewdly split vagina. Johnny could almost feel the warm tightness of the 
woman's pussy grasping his own painfully aroused penis. 

Cynthia's lust-provoked husband thought these were the most lewdly posted 
pictures he had ever seen until his gaze fell on the next one. Oh shit! He 
gasped as he saw the two naked bodies entwined together in the sixty-nine 
position of oral sex. Lying side by side the naked man had his outstretched 
tongue buried in the hair-lined slit of the woman's pussy. His eager face 
seemed to be glued to the loins of the nakedly displayed woman. 

He could also see the man's thick rigid cock completely covered by the 
woman's wetly ovalled mouth. Her cheeks were rounded like air-filled 
balloons and her eyes were closed in obvious ecstasy. Her legs were wrapped 
around the man's head and her fingernails were dug into his naked buttocks 
while obviously trying to swallow the entire white length of his huge penis 
deep inside her throat. 

John Sloane sat with eyes widened in excitement, his mouth watering, and his 
breath rasping as he became deeply aroused from the salacious photographs 
spread out in front of him on the desk. Suddenly, he had only one thought in 
his head ... release! He had to have satisfaction and soon, or he'd cum all 
over his pants. Shit, if he could only eat pussy like that ... and let her 
suck him off at the same time, she'd get her kicks. But, his expression 
changed to a frown. No, he couldn't do it - not to his wife, anyway! Maybe 
... just maybe ... a stranger. But as for Cynthia! He could look at her 
succulent pussy flesh and get excited, but never do it! He had been taught 
that it was sexually perverted, and he couldn't change the conditioning ... 
no matter how well-educated he was. When couples came to him for marriage 
and sexual counseling, he usually sent them to a specialist! 

Hurriedly now, he shoved the erotic photographs into the drawer of his desk, 
and with a painfully throbbing cock driving him to distraction, he forgot to 
relock it for the first time in five years. 

In the bedroom an unhappy Cynthia had fallen into a restless sleep when she 
heard the sound in the hallway just outside her bedroom. Jerking to 
wakefulness, she clicked on the bedside lamp and saw her red-faced husband 
slowly closing the bedroom door behind him as though sneaking into the room. 

"What was that noise?" she asked. 

"Oh nothing! Go back to sleep," Johnny said guiltily. 

"If you'd come to bed with me, instead of staying up all night on the couch, 
you wouldn't be interrupting my sleep," Cynthia said petulantly as she 
thought, with bitterness, about him being too tired to make love, yet he 
could stay up half the night sleeping on the sofa. Christ, he should be 
rested enough by the time he got to bed to want to do it. 

John Sloane undressed and climbed into bed beside his lovely brunette wife. 
Without a word, he nervously turned on his side and placed his hand on her 
soft naked breast and began a slow caressing. 

With the other hand, he encircled his painfully hardened cock and began 
stroking it up and down. Jesus, those photographs! He was already about to 
cum! 

Cynthia had tensed at the contact of his hot roving hand on her tingling 
breast and instinctively knew what he had in mind. She wanted him to make 
love to her, but when he came to bed late at night like this and started 
caressing her without even kissing her first, he never lasted. Now, she lay 
without moving when she felt him reach for the sheet and pull it off her 
naked body. The coolness of the night air from the open window seemed to 
increase the sensitiveness of her flesh and nerve endings. With an angry 
resentment, the young wife abruptly saw him lift himself up and climb in 
between her legs, using his knees to spread her thighs wider apart. Her eyes 
moved downward to where his long hard cock was sticking out from his blond 
pubic hair. She stared in apathy as she saw him reach down and guide the 
swollen purplish tip of it toward her unprepared vaginal slit. 

Oh God! How she used to love him to do that to her in the beginning. But in 
those days she was already prepared with her hot and wetly throbbing cunt 
waiting for his hardened shaft of male flesh. It had been a long time since 
she'd felt anything for her husband's inadequate love-making. It hadn't 
always been that way, though, even though during the past year she had 
trained herself to lie quietly and unmoving while he fucked in and out of 
her sensitive vagina for a few seconds and then spewed his hot sticky sperm 
high up inside her belly. Sometimes, he left her aroused in spite of her 
self-control, and the dark-haired young wife couldn't get to sleep until she 
satisfied herself. She felt no guilt about doing it, but she did feel 
disgust that it was the only way she ever reached an orgasm ... at least 
now. How she hated him when he did make her feel some excitement and then 
left her hanging. 

Filled with impatient desire, John Sloane was already moving his hotly 
throbbing penis up and down the open slit up between his wife's legs, 
parting her soft pussy hair and trying to get as much lubrication as he 
could from her unresponding cunt. Once in position, he pushed into her, 
feeling her tight vaginal passage gripping his lust-thickened shaft as it 
slid up into her belly. He could feel little muscular tremors throughout her 
warmly clasping pussy, quiverings that she was desperately trying to 
control. Shit, he thought angrily, it's just like fucking a goddamned 
corpse. 

Too excited now to care whether she enjoyed it or not, the doctor began a 
rapid fucking in and out of her hot little passage with brutally hard 
strokes that jolted her entire body. Once again he would satisfy himself and 
to hell with her. 

Spurred on by his uncontrollable hunger, the older husband rammed into his 
wife with hard inconsiderate force. He could feel the relentless build-up of 
pressure in his sperm-laden balls and knew he was incapable of holding back 
his ejaculation ... even if Cynthia had been enjoying it. 

John felt his throbbing cock-head suddenly grow and then it was jerking 
wildly deep up inside her tightly ensheathing cunt, spewing out spurt after 
spurt of white-hot semen. It filled her vaginal cavity and flowed in a 
cloudy silver stream down past her little brown anal ring, across her 
nakedly rounded buttocks and dripped lewdly on the clean white sheet beneath 
her. 

Cynthia willed herself to feel nothing, but her love-starved young body had 
already betrayed her tonight. And then, just as she felt the first tremulous 
ecstasy rippling in warm waves of pleasure throughout her loins, her 
husband's explosion had hit her, leaving her aching vagina pleading for 
satisfaction. Bitterly, she knew that it had happened again ... as it always 
did. The second she responded to his thrusts, he climaxed. 

Now, as she felt the hot burning cum filling her taut little belly, she 
moaned, "Oh no ... Please ... not yet..." but even as she spoke, Johnny was 
rolling over onto his back to lie breathing heavily in satisfaction beside 
her. It seemed only seconds before he was snoring. 

"Oh God! I can't ... I can't go on like this. It's pure torture," she 
whispered to herself, feeling the unwanted tears filling her eyes. Cynthia 
turned to say something, forgetting that he was already asleep, and she saw 
his wetly deflated cock lying across his leg. Staring in revulsion at the 
drops of seminal fluid dripping from the tiny slit at the tip of his soft 
penis, the aroused young wife knew that if she didn't do something soon, 
she'd leave her husband. She thought of a lover, but was filled with fear 
and shame as she remembered an incident six months ago when she'd first 
attempted to escape the boredom trap, but had jumped from the skillet into 
the fire, so to speak. 

That day, she'd just finished shopping for a new outfit and was on the 
street opening the door to her car when she heard a male voice calling her 
name, "Cyn ... Cynthia Brent." She had been pleasantly surprised to see Stan 
Rogers, an old boyfriend from high school days. He was waving to her from a 
moving car. A shiver of wantonness shot through her as she heard him use her 
maiden name. 

Standing by her car while she watched Stan park nearby, she recalled the 
wonderful days of being the steady girlfriend of the school's most famous 
football star. Many times they'd come close to going too far with their 
heavy petting, but she'd always stopped him just in time. Several times, 
he'd cum all over her hand as she stroked his erection rather than let him 
penetrate her vagina with his hotly throbbing penis. Then, later, he'd moved 
away to another city with his parents, and she'd never seen him since. 

With the same old grin splitting his face, she saw him running toward her 
and then he was hugging her and kissing her all over her face. Holding her 
at arms length, Stan said, "Hey, I thought you'd died or something. What 
happened to you?" 

"I got married," she smiled weakly. 

"No! You couldn't! Well, I didn't," he sighed. "And you know why." 

"No, I can't imagine you not being married." 

"Because I was in love with you, and I guess I still am," he said. "You 
ruined me for other women." 

With his arm protectively around her shoulders, Stan led her away from the 
car toward his, saying, "Come on. Let's have a drink together. I'm checked 
in at the Park House Hotel. We can talk there about old times." 

Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Cynthia ignored the warning 
signals in her mind and, without thinking, she let herself be led to his 
car. She sat close to him as he drove to his hotel about five blocks away. 
The love-starved brunette abruptly felt desirable once again ... and young 
... and gay! She knew it was wrong for a married woman to go to a bar with a 
strange man, but she'd never had much luck resisting Stan when they were 
young and besides, it was harmless fun. 

Laughing together, they got out of his car and entered the hotel lobby. 
Cynthia willingly followed him. As they entered the cocktail lounge, he 
nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Why screw around here in the bar. Let's go 
upstairs. I'd like to get you in the sack." 

"Stan, you're crazy," she said nervously as she pulled away. 

"I bet you're really something in bed," he chuckled. 

"I'm not so sure. Johnny doesn't seem to think so," she said, her lip 
curling in disgust. 

"Johnny? Who the hell is Johnny?" 

"He's my husband. Dr. Johnny Sloane, friend of the sick and needy. Friend of 
all ... except his wife," she sighed and became quiet. 

"Forget the doctor. I'd rather talk about Mrs. Sloane," he grinned as he led 
her to the bar. 

They ordered scotch, and three drinks later he was still talking about their 
'school days' and their popularity as a couple. As she sipped the freshly 
poured fourth drink, Cynthia realized that she was getting a little drunk, 
but it felt so good to be with someone who thought she was exciting and 
beautiful for a change. 

As he gently pecked at her ear with his nibbling mouth, Cynthia heard Stan 
saying, "Remember lover's lane? That night when we came so close ... I 
really wanted to fuck you ... and still do ... " 

Cynthia blushed and choked, "No ... Stan ... you shouldn't talk like that to 
me. I'm a married woman." 

"I remember dimming all over your hand," he chuckled. "I was some clod in 
those days. But, you were a goddamned tease back then." 

"I ... I'd forgotten," the young brunette wife responded as she felt a 
forbidden hunger boiling up from her loins as she listened to his lewd 
words. Oh God, it was so wrong for her to be here! It would be an 
embarrassment for Johnny if anyone saw her, but at the same time she felt a 
warm moisture dampening her nylon panties, and she ground her thighs 
together to ease the lustful tingling in her vagina. She heard all the 
little warning sounds and knew that she was drinking too much, but she 
turned them all off and continued sitting on the bar stool, drinking. She 
was enjoying the admiration of a man for the First time in many months. And 
the more inebriated she became, the less she worried about what she was 
doing. 

"It was fun in those days," Stan said, resting his hand on her upper thigh 
and applying a slight suggestive pressure with his fingers. 

"Stan, I'd forgotten that I can have fun," she sighed, feeling giddy, 
youthful, and suddenly carefree. 

"We can relax and have more fun in my room," he said cautiously. He almost 
had her hooked and didn't want to spoil it. "You trust me, don't you?" 

"Of course," she said, knowing that she should say no and go home before 
something happened... something irreversible. But, the bitter-sweet caresses 
of the handsome man beside her, and her hungry need for attention made it 
impossible for her to refuse his offer. Her already aroused body was in 
control and she actually wanted Stan to make a pass at her ... make love to 
her and satisfy the hollow cravings of her trembling loins. Quickly then, 
before she could change her mind, she picked up her purse and said, "Let's 
go." 

Stan continued to hold her and boldly caress her shoulder and hips as they 
rode the elevator up to the third floor, and the tantalizing quivers of 
undeniable lust grew inside her until she wanted more ... more ... and more. 

"I've wanted to fuck you for too long," Stan whispered as the elevator 
stopped and he held the door open for her. "It's difficult to control 
myself." 

She smiled warmly up at him as they went down the long hallway toward his 
room. Suddenly, Cynthia knew she wouldn't be able to go through with it, 
even though she was starving for affection. Oh God! It was adultery. Stan 
was practically a stranger to her. It wasn't right. Even her alcohol-sodden 
brain could still interpret that. "Stan, I won't let you ... make love to 
me," she stammered drunkenly, even though she knew that she wanted it to 
happen, and it would happen if she entered his hotel room. 

"Can't we just have a drink then?" he asked. 

She wavered as she saw the disappointment in his face and then, with a deep 
sigh, followed him into the room. 

As soon as the door closed behind them, Cynthia's ex-boyfriend took her in 
his arms and lewdly caressed her dress covered breasts. She made a token 
effort to stop him, but then, feeling the hungry desire welling up in her 
loins, she was unable to control her shameless response to his 
lust-provoking caresses. 

Stan kissed her passionately, forcefully crushing his mouth against her 
wetly parted lips. He drew her tongue up into his mouth, sucking on it as 
she thrust it forward into the deep wetness of his throat. She moaned with 
an uncontrollable greed as the fever of forbidden desire surged through her 
fire-filled cunt. When he slid his hand up under her skirt, sending tiny 
licking flames surging throughout her love-starved body, the young brunette 
wife simply moaned and pressed more tightly against his muscular body. 

Ripples of wanton anticipation raced through her sensually tingling nipples 
as she felt his right hand slip inside her panties and begin teasing at the 
already erect nub of her clitoris. His kisses were like fire branding her 
lips, and Cynthia knew with a gasp of pleasure that she would let him do 
anything he wanted, just to be free of the intolerable heat growing up 
between her trembling thighs. 

Easing his hand from her wetly heated slit, the ex-football star from 
high-school days gasped, "Take off your clothes so I can see that beautiful 
bod of yours.'" 

Through the alcoholic vapors swirling through her brain, the full 
realization of the unforgivable thing she was doing hit home and the 
dark-haired wife stared at the strange man in front of her. Oh God, she 
thought, I've got to get out of here before it's too late! The only problem 
was that she couldn't move. The thought of his long hard penis up inside her 
hungrily throbbing vagina held her frozen to the spot. Numbly, she staggered 
to the sofa and sat down. 

"Whe-where's that drink you offered me," she stammered. 

"In a second," Stan said, already unfastening his shirt to take it off. 
"First, though, take your clothes off." 

She watched him strip his shirt off his shoulders and neatly lay it on the 
chair. And then, she gasped with disbelief as she saw him reach down and 
unzip his pants, unbutton the button at the waistband and drop them to the 
floor. Slowly, as if in slow motion, she saw him shove his jockey shorts 
down releasing the rock-hard shaft of his pulsating penis. It sprang forth 
like a catapult, standing straight up against his lower belly. 

"Oh God, what are you doing?" she quaked, her trembling legs unable to hold 
her in an upright position as she struggled to stand, then falling back on 
the sofa she stared at his thick rigid cock as he moved toward her. 

"No... no! Keep away from me! I want to go home." 

"Get your goddamned clothes off... now," the angry lust-filled young man 
rasped. "You're still a fucking cock-tease ... after all these years. 
Haven't changed a bit." Suddenly, a man gone mad, he grabbed the front of 
her dress and tore it down the front, ripping it from her fearfully 
trembling body and tossing it to the floor. Roughly then, he pulled the 
struggling brunette across the room and threw her down on the bed. No sooner 
had she hit the bed, than he began tearing her brassiere and panties off 
like a maddened animal. 

Cynthia fought him as she cried out in sudden fear, "No ... no ... please 
... don't ..." But her words went unheeded, and the ex-football player was 
too strong for her to fight her way out of her dilemma. His look of 
uncontrollable desire as he stared down into her fear-contorted face 
silenced any further pleas. 

Gruffly shoving her legs apart, he rammed forward with his hips, burying his 
lust-thickened cock to the hilt in her wetly clasping pussy. "Aaaagghhhhhh!" 
she screamed. 

And then, in total dejection, she suffered the vicious subjugation of her 
violently trembling body. It didn't last long. He climaxed after seconds of 
sadistic penetration, leaving her in worse mental condition than her husband 
usually did. 

Left with a tortured body and soul, Cynthia knew her body would heal itself 
but the bruises would remain in her mind forever. Afterwards, standing by 
the rumpled bed in the hotel room, she felt his vile semen flowing down her 
trembling thighs from her ravaged vagina and blindly let him cover her naked 
body with a coat and lead her to the service elevator, out the back door to 
the garage, and then, drive her home. He left her without a word of apology 
or regret. Only when she saw the car back out of the driveway and disappear 
down the street did she relax. And with a wounded animal-like cry, she 
slammed the door and ran down the hallway to the bathroom. 

Quickly she tossed the strange coat into the trash basket and turned the 
shower on full force. While she scrubbed her skin raw trying to rid herself 
of the feel of her rapist-friend, she promised herself to never allow a man 
to touch her again ... never! They could all go to hell as far as she was 
concerned ... including Johnny. Yes, even her husband, goddamn him! If all 
he could do was act like a jackrabbit ... "slam-bang-thank you-mam!" 

No man would ever make her give of herself again. She'd never respond to 
them ... never seek one out... none! 

Bitterly, now, lying in bed by her sleeping husband, Cynthia remembered that 
promise and felt the fire of unsatisfied hunger glowing in her vagina. She 
knew it was going to be hard to keep away from men if Johnny insisted on his 
nightly escapades. 

There was so much brutality in the world the physical sadism used by her 
rapist ex-boyfriend, and the mental torture like her husband heaped upon her 
mind every day of her life. At that moment, she accepted the fact that her 
middle-aged husband was no longer virile, and that from now on she would 
have to live in a sexless hell. She might be lonely and hungry for love, but 
she didn't have to be degraded ... used as just a receptacle for male sperm. 

But it didn't stop the self-pity from enveloping her as she tossed and 
turned, seeking the oblivion of sleep. Suddenly she groaned and sat up in 
bed. Oh God! Tomorrow was the day her brat of a nephew was coining to stay 
with her for the summer. Now it was going to be an additional burden of 
having a snotty-nosed kid around all the time. Cora, her older sister's, 
telephone call had been almost a command, not a request. She was going to 
Europe and needed a place for Jack to stay while she was away. But of 
course, Cynthia always had done what her sister said, after all, Cora was 
sixteen years old when Cynthia had been born. 

Cynthia finally fell into a fitful sleep and the next morning when she 
awoke, she found herself alone and with a violent headache. Johnny had gone 
to work without waking her, probably knowing that she would be cross. 
Another migraine had hit her, and the only way she could survive was to take 
the pills that Johnny had brought home to her. Sure, it was dope, but who 
the hell cared? Bitterness against her husband welled up and choked her. How 
she hated him! She stared into the wall mirror and was shocked at the 
distorted look on her face. She was actually beginning to look like a witch! 
A horribly, mean-tempered shrew. Slowly, she relaxed her facial muscles and 
closed her eyes in humility. If she continued to feel such hate for Johnny, 
she would soon become a screaming bitch unfit for anything ... or anyone. 

 CHAPTER TWO Cynthia arrived at the airport a few minutes before her 
nephew's plane was due. She tapped her foot as she stood impatiently 
remembering the last time she'd seen the only child of her older sister. He 
was probably still the stupid little blond brat he'd been at ten. Spoiled 
rotten by doting parents, he had expected to get his way with Cynthia who 
was only eight years older. She hated him always tagging along with her, 
everywhere she went. It was one thing to be worshipped, but not when it was 
a ten year old nephew who really put a crunch on social activities. 

But, Cynthia had no idea that a great many changes had occurred in her 
nephew. She had no way of knowing how excited Jack was about his visit with 
the young aunt he'd never forgotten. He was a little frightened and unsure 
of how Cynthia would feel about him because his mother had demanded that 
Jack stay with his aunt during the summer. The plane ride had been long and 
boring, but the teenager had been far too anxious to relax and sleep. As the 
time slipped past, he became more and more excited at the prospect of 
staying so near the beach all summer and being with someone young. Ever 
since his mother and father had gotten older, they were different. He 
couldn't do anything right. 

He leaned his head back against the seat, sighed, and daydreamed about the 
bikini-clad girls he would see on the beach. He'd never had a girl, steady 
that is, and it made him blush to even think about them, but they did excite 
him. Slowly he turned toward the seat across the aisle from him and his 
attention was drawn to the older boy and girl sitting so close together. It 
took a second for the scene to register. And then, he gasped when he 
realized that the youth had his hand boldly inside the girl's blouse and was 
lewdly caressing her naked breast. Her eyes were closed and her lips were 
drawn back in an expression of lewd delight. His heart began to pound and he 
continued to stare as he saw her pull the man's mouth down to hers; they 
kissed long and hard while his hand continued the indecent caressing of her 
youthfully upthrust breast. 

Jack could see the evident bulge in the young man's pants and knew he had an 
erection, but it was even more salaciously exciting when he saw the girl 
take her mouth away and brazenly lower her head, face down, over the boy's 
bulging penis. Jack was deeply embarrassed, yet hypnotized into immobility 
as he saw the girl's fingers impatiently pulling down the zipper and reach 
inside the opening. The youth removed his hand from the girl's blouse to 
place his coat over the girl's shoulders and head. Jack quickly averted his 
eyes as the older boy started to turn toward him. 

Even though Jack's eyes were closed as he pretended sleep, he could still 
see the mental image of the beautiful young girl's face on the boy's lap. 
The sudden moan of hunger and soft sucking sound over the muted drone of the 
planes engines made him feel faint, and he tremblingly gripped the arm of 
his seat as his own arousal hit him like a sledge hammer blow in the pit of 
his belly. 

Oh shit! Jack thought. I knew it!! She's gonna suck his cock! As he 
listened, he heard the salacious sound of a wet mouth sliding up and down on 
the young man's penis. He'd only heard boys talking about the lascivious 
act, but he could just imagine what it would feel like. By now, Jack had 
become so aroused that he spread his own sweater over his painfully hardened 
cock, trying to hide the telltale bulge from the passenger sitting beside 
him. Although Jack was smaller than average for his age and had been slow to 
sexually mature, he had normal male feelings and there was nothing wrong 
with his youthfully slender cock. It was just that he didn't have the 
necessary courage to start playing around with girls. The only sexual 
stimulation he'd ever experienced was from masturbation, and he did that 
with a certain amount of guilt. 

A loud groan escaping the young man's throat from across the aisle caused 
Jack to automatically look toward the sound. Momentarily, their eyes locked 
and the young man grinned at him in comradeship, and then immediately closed 
his eyes in rapture. Within seconds, out of the corner of his averted eye, 
Jack could see the spasms of climax hit the young man, and choking back his 
own moans of painful arousal, he lay his head on the back of the airplane 
seat and closed his eyes. 

It was not until he heard the stewardess speaking that he realized that the 
plane was landing. The couple in the seat across the aisle began moving 
about as though getting ready to unload, but he kept his eyes averted. His 
face was flaming with embarrassment, full of the knowledge that the young 
man had seen him looking. 

When they taxied to the terminal and stopped, Jack practically bolted from 
the plane in order to get away from the knowing grin of the other boy. 

As Jack walked into the waiting lounge, he wondered if he would even 
recognize his Aunt Cynthia. It had been five years since he'd seen her, and 
he couldn't remember exactly how she looked, only that he had been in love 
with her when he was thirteen ... and she had been a beautiful woman then! 
With his bag banging against his leg, the youth looked around the lounge. A 
moment later his eyes lit on the approaching brunette and he wondered if 
that could be Cynthia. 

And then as she came closer, his face split with a grin of recognition and 
he hurried toward her. 

"Jack! Jackie, is that really you?" Cynthia gasped in stunned surprise as 
she reached out and hugged the handsome teenager to her body. "Well, well! 
Little nephew has changed!" Then, impulsively, she kissed him full on the 
lips, causing Jack to jerk back in surprise. 

"Hi ... Hi, Aunt Cyn," he stammered, a full blush returning to his face. Due 
to his earlier excitement, her passionate kiss had rekindled his already 
excited penis and it immediately jerked into another painful erection. 
Cynthia was more beautiful than he'd remembered. The sensuality she exuded 
her curvaceous waist and rounded hips, and ... and her firmly upthrust 
breasts were a new awareness for the young boy. He couldn't remember feeling 
anything like this about her five years ago. Jesus! She was sexy! Feeling 
completely foolish, he let Cynthia lead him out of the lounge while he 
continued holding the bag in front of him, awkwardly trying to conceal his 
bulging crotch. 

As they moved through the crowd toward the baggage counter, Cynthia was 
excited and she tried hard not to giggle. It was so obvious that Jack was 
carrying his bag in front of him because he had an erection. She had thought 
she'd be taking care of an impossible little brat, but this was completely 
different. At first, she was almost stunned when she caught sight of the 
boy's bulging trousers, but then she hid the smile that threatened to 
envelop her face and wondered what had instigated it. Could it have been her 
kiss! No! Must have been some young girl on the plane. 

She grinned to herself and was shocked at her lewd thoughts, but equally 
confused by the sudden twinge in her already moistly tingling vagina. 
Abruptly she was shaken by the knowledge that the handsome young blond 
teenager was sexually exciting to her. 

For the first time since the telephone call from her sister, Cynthia 
realized that Jack was a man ... a young man ... but nevertheless a virile, 
young man! Her thoughts suddenly went wild and she wondered what it would be 
like to have a teenaged lover. It was then that she discovered her heart was 
hammering and her knees strangely weakened. 

"Here we are, honey," she said as they arrived at the baggage counter. "Do 
you need help?" 

"No ... ah ... no, I can carry both. I only checked one suitcase," he 
stammered as he shifted the hand bag to one side and picked up a blue bag. 

Cynthia surreptitiously let her eyes fall as Jack came toward her, and the 
young brunette wife felt an immediate surge of disappointment when she saw 
that the telltale bulge was no longer evident. But, her young nephew didn't 
fail to see her lingering look and his face flamed again in embarrassment. 
Jesus! She had seen it! She must think he was some kind of a nut or 
something, walking around all the time with a hard-on. 

Jack was quiet and seemed extremely nervous and he sat as close to the edge 
of the seat as possible as Cynthia drove out of the terminal parking lot. 
Suddenly, she felt guilty, knowing that she had added to the handsome 
teenager's discomfort. Now, trying to put him at ease, she asked, "How's 
your Mom and Dad?" 

"Aw, they're fine. I'm glad they didn't want me to go to Europe with them. 
They only like each other anyway." 

"You don't mean that," Cynthia said quickly. "They love you." 

"That's what you think. They used to ... when I was an infant. Now, they 
just put up with me," he sighed with bitterness. 

"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "You mustn't say things like that." 

"Anyway," the youth added in an obvious attempt to get off the subject, "Mom 
said to give you her love, and say thanks." Jack nervously looked at his 
curvaceous aunt out of the corner of his eyes and trembled slightly as he 
saw her sleek nylon encased legs below the hem of her short skirt. He was 
completely disoriented by his excitement as he studied her lushly ripened 
body. Man, she was really something! Disturbed by the sexual feeling he felt 
about his aunt, he turned and stared out of the window, becoming silent 
again. 

"Do you have many girl friends, Jack?" she asked, then turned back to the 
wheel as he blushed. "I mean a handsome man like you ... they ought to be 
crawling all over you." 

"Nan, I haven't any girls. And I'm not really a man yet, Aunt Cyn." He 
sounded so forlorn that Cynthia's heart went out to him. 

"Come on now, you can't kid me. I bet you drive them nuts," she said warmly, 
then surreptitiously glanced down at his lap and saw that his erection had 
returned to haunt him. She swallowed and her voice was husky as she added, 
"I bet you can handle them too ... all of them." 

" 'Fraid you got me wrong, Cyn, girls don't like me anymore than Mom and 
Dad," he stammered. In his mind that was a true statement. He was shy and it 
was difficult for him to make friends. That was the biggest problem he had 
with his parents. They wanted him to play football and be one of the gang, 
but he'd rather stay in his room and read. It drove them up the walls. But, 
he didn't want to tell his aunt that. Momentarily, he wondered if she would 
be different and let him do what he wanted to do without yelling at him. 

"You do have a problem, young man," Cynthia commented, "You've got to have 
more confidence in yourself." 

"Cyn, really ... I never had any luck with girls," he stuttered, feeling his 
inadequacy. "I ... I ... oh, what the hell." 

A wave of compassion washed over the beautiful young wife as she realized 
that Jack was telling her the truth. He did think he was disliked, did feel 
horribly inadequate. God! How could he possibly feel he wasn't handsome. 
Well, she'd build up his ego during the next few weeks. And maybe her own, 
too. Cynthia nodded and whispered, "That's all right, honey, don't you worry 
about it. You and I have each other." Then, leaving him to his own thoughts, 
she drove the rest of the way in silence, her own consciousness wandering 
aimlessly in thought and realized that they were both lonely and unhappy. Oh 
God! They needed each other. 

But then, her earlier thoughts of a teenage lover returned, and she tensed 
at the sudden idea of Jack being that lover. There would be nothing brutal 
about his virile young penis and she could teach him to satisfy her. Feeling 
the moisture welling up again inside her hotly throbbing vagina, she shook 
herself out of her reverie and heard a stern warning in her head. Forget it! 
He's your nephew! They have a name for that! It's called INCEST! 

They were both silent, lost in their own thoughts, when Cynthia drove into 
the driveway. She switched off the ignition then grinned, "Here we are. 
Home." 

The handsome teenager jumped out of the car, got his bags from the trunk and 
followed Cynthia into the house. Jack, who had been traveling for hours, was 
tired and just wanted to take a shower, but he wasn't too tired to 
appreciate his aunt's seductively swaying hips as he followed her down the 
hallway to the guest room. 

Cynthia swung open the bedroom door, and said, "If you need anything, just 
yell. I'll let you get cleaned up." 

She turned to leave, but then impulsively reached out and hugged him tightly 
again, pressing him into the resiliency of her soft fleshy breasts. "Welcome 
to the house," she said, then kissed him lightly on the mouth. With a smile, 
she moved down the hallway away from him, leaving him too stunned to move. 

Finally, he shook himself and quickly closed the door behind him. Whew, that 
was close! If she had come into the room with him, she'd have seen his 
renewed erection. Jesus! Her tits were so soft and inviting ... her smell 
... and ... oh man! She was something else. He'd always loved her more than 
anyone, but not like this! The teenager knew he would have to stay far 
enough away from her in the future so she couldn't touch him ... or else! 

Cynthia went to the kitchen smiling thoughtfully as she began to prepare 
dinner. As usual, Johnny would be late but this time she was happy. She 
would have Jack all to herself and get re-acquainted with him. He'd probably 
want to go to bed early, but tomorrow was another day. What a nice thing to 
have happen when she was on the verge of insanity. Maybe he was the answer 
to her silent prayers! He, at least, got excited when she kissed him ... so 
... he thought she was sexy anyway. Shaking her head in amusement at her 
incestuous thoughts, she went to the cabinet and picked up the bottle of 
brandy she'd hidden from her husband. She poured a stiff shot and downed it 
quickly in the secretive manner she'd been drinking lately, then washed the 
glass and put it away again. God, now she was even hiding her brandy 
drinking from her husband. Well, anybody would hide a bottle if they had to 
put up with Dr. John Sloane's yapping about her becoming an alcoholic. 

The warm amber liquid left a euphoric trail of satisfaction all the way to 
her stomach, and she felt much better about the lewdness of her thoughts. 
She had just started to set the table when she heard her nephew coming down 
the hallway. 

"I feel a lot better now," he said as he entered the kitchen and flopped 
down in a chair. 

"I bet you're hungry." 

"Sure am! I could eat just about anything," he answered, then blushed and 
looked away. 

"We'll eat in five minutes. Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Jack!" Without 
thinking, she put her arms around the boy's shoulders and squeezed him 
tightly. Immediately she felt the turbulent emotions coursing through her 
trembling body again, followed by another mental warning that it was wrong. 

"Uh ... what about Uncle Johnny?" Jack stammered, as he tried to pull away 
from Cynthia's torrid embrace, "Aren't we going to wait for him?" 

"Are you kidding? He never gets home for dinner. The only way he eats at 
this house is on the couch in front of the television," she snapped angrily. 
Then, seeing the concerned look on her young nephew's face, she lowered her 
voice and smiled. "Don't worry, honey, he likes it that way." 

Later, over dinner, Cynthia asked the youth about the trip that his mother 
and dad were taking. As the conversation became more relaxed, they began 
discussing his plans for the future. Just as she served the dessert, Cynthia 
heard the front door open and knew that her husband was home ... early, for 
a change. She felt a wave of bitterness; he wasn't curious about her, but he 
was about Jack! 

"You made it, youngster," Doctor Sloane said as he walked across the kitchen 
and stuck his hand out to shake the boy's outstretched hand. 

"Hi, Uncle Johnny," Jack fidgeted, trying to stand up from the chair. 

"Don't get up. Where's my plate, Cynthia?" he asked looking around the 
table. 

"I'll get one. Go ahead and sit down," she said, getting up. "I didn't think 
you'd be home so early." 

Cynthia set a plate in front of her husband and then sat down again in her 
own chair. The conversation ceased as the older man immediately began to 
eat, never lifting his eyes from his plate. The young wife stared at the 
older man through slitted eyes and knew that she felt as much pity for him 
as she did hate. God, he worked so hard and was really a good man, it was 
just ... just that she needed more out of life than what she had. Loneliness 
did strange things to people. 

John finished his meal, stood up from his chair, and said to the youth, 
"Want to watch television with me while Cynthia cleans up the kitchen?" 

Jack looked at his aunt wondering if she wanted him to help like his mother 
always did, but she was already walking toward the sink, so he followed his 
uncle to the living room. It was a boring show, he thought, and after five 
minutes he was fighting sleep. 

Meanwhile, Cynthia finished with the dishes and, before leaving the sink, 
reached up into the cupboard again and took another two ounces of brandy. 
The alcohol felt warm and she began to relax for the ordeal of watching 
television. 

When the unhappy young wife walked into the room where the two males were, 
she hesitated before sitting down. If her nephew would only go to bed, then 
she could, too. Reluctantly she sat down, and then felt suddenly woozy from 
the brandy she'd drank in the kitchen. She was tired but strangely excited, 
and would be happy to sit and watch the stupid television if she and Jack 
were alone. She stared across the room at her young nephew and smiled as she 
saw his eyes closing and head nodding in near sleep. She felt so carefree 
that she threw her legs across the chair arm and lay back in a position 
where her long slender legs were slightly parted, showing the white nylon 
crotchband of her panties. 

"Jack, can I get you something?" she asked, her eyes closed as she lay back 
completely relaxed, unaware of her obscene position. 

The teenage boy jerked awake and turned toward his aunt to reply in the 
negative, but only a croak escaped his lips. The jolt of salacious lust that 
slammed into his groin almost made him jump up and run for the bedroom. His 
beautiful aunt was sitting with her legs spraddled apart and he could see 
... see ... almost everything! A strand of her black pussy hair was even 
peeking out around the edge of her panty legband. Jesus! She couldn't know 
that she was exposing herself. Quickly, then he averted his eyes and said, 
"No ... no, thank you." He tried to keep from looking toward Cynthia, but 
his eyes had a mind of their own and they looked directly at the 
mouth-watering sight. 

Cynthia opened her eyes and caught sight of his shocked face, and her glance 
dropped to her widespread knees. When she stared at his trembling hands and 
blushing expression, she knew he had been staring up her dress. Her face 
split with an amused grin as she realized he was embarrassed, and she slowly 
and sensually crossed her legs, then smiled seductively at him through 
half-lowered eyes. 

"I'm pretty tired and sleepy, Aunt Cyn ... Uncle Johnny. I think I'd better 
go to bed," he stammered. Jesus Christ! This had been some day! First the 
girl sucking cock on the plane and now Cynthia's beautiful little pussy 
perched up there only six feet away! It was almost as if there were a 
conspiracy against him ... he had another hard-on and was confused and angry 
with himself for allowing it to happen, but mainly because he knew he was 
acting like a dumb jerk. 

Within moments after the boy left the room, the older man yawned, stood up 
and said, "I'm going, too. I had a tiring day. Six operations, a new baby, 
and so many patients that I lost track of them." 

"So what?" Cynthia snarled. She didn't care! She was tired, too! But 
suddenly, she realized that she was a long way from sleep. If she went to 
bed with her husband, she'd only toss and turn. Maybe she'd just sleep on 
the sofa tonight. And then, turning off the television, she dropped down on 
the couch, letting her thoughts run free. Her beautiful nephew in the guest 
room! No more lonely days and evenings! And maybe, just maybe ... no more 
lonely evenings! The hungry desire that filled her love-starved body 
returned once more and centered on her nephew. The rampant confusion in her 
mind and the sensation of her wetly throbbing vagina disturbed her, leaving 
her just on the verge of deep sleep ... filling her with fleeting dreams ... 
dreams of her and Jack ... together ... in bed ... caressing each other ... 
She could almost feel his long slender penis slowly sliding up into her 
warmly welcoming cunt ... 

Suddenly Cynthia jumped up from the sofa, her tortured face a mask of 
suffering as she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the loud groan 
that escaped her lust-tightened throat. Oh God! She had to stop this 
madness! Jack had been with her only a few hours, and she was already lewdly 
dreaming of his youthful body! It was wrong! Incest! The worst crime of all! 
She had to stop ... now! She rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the brandy 
bottle, and with shaking hands, filled the water glass to the halfway mark. 
So what if she passed out in a drunken stupor; at least it would be sleep! 

Thirty minutes later, feeling better, she turned off all the lights and 
swayed down the hallway, drunkenly shushing herself so as not to wake the 
sleeping man. But as she passed the guest room, she saw the door was 
slightly cracked. On impulse, grinning to herself, she silently pushed the 
door open and stepped across the room to the bed. 

Jack was asleep, uncovered and wearing only a pair of boxer pajama bottoms. 
The young aunt could clearly see the outline of his virile young penis and 
testicles beneath the thin material. The glow of the street light just 
outside his window transformed him into a sleeping god. Her eyes traveled 
the full length of his youthful body, and she trembled as a tide of 
forbidden desire overwhelmed her. She could actually see the tip of his 
virile shaft beneath the leg of the loose pajamas. She moaned deep in her 
throat, fighting to control the lascivious urge to reach down and touch the 
mushroom shaped cock-head. Wave after wave of hot quivering excitement 
rippled inside her vagina as she stood gazing in wonder at her innocent 
teenage nephew. Never before had she felt such wanton lust, such hunger! 

Suddenly, as though she had no control of her drunken actions, the 
shamelessly aroused young wife reached up and began caressing her 
blouse-covered breasts. Perspiration covered her body in a fine film as she 
felt the hotly pulsating contractions of her already flowing vagina. 
Uncontrollably, her hands began to slide down her writhing body as she 
swayed in lewd hunger beside the bed of her sleeping nephew. 

Oh God! She had to have satisfaction from her painful need, and there was 
only one way to get it. She had no one but herself! Quickly she reached down 
and lifted the bottom of her skirt and pushed her bikini panties down her 
long slender thighs and stepped out of them when they dropped to the floor. 
With one hand holding the bunched up skirt around her slender waist, she 
used the other one to spread the lust-engorged lips of her vagina and, using 
her outstretched middle finger, began rubbing her fevered pussy lips, 
moaning softly as her clitoris responded and slowly came erect. 

And then, shuffling closer to the bed, she fingered her tortured vaginal 
slit which was now only inches away from the boy's loins. If only she could 
rub it just once against his beautiful young penis! If only she could have 
his male flesh throbbing up inside her desire-tautened belly! 

Lewd moans of pleasure escaped Cynthia's lips as she rubbed her finger back 
and forth through her moistly heated slit, desperately seeking that illusive 
release. Oh God! She needed more! With a gasp, she tucked her skirt up in 
the waistband and dropped her left hand also to her widely split vagina. 
Using thumb and fingers, she spread her wetly throbbing cuntal lips even 
further and with the right hand continued to slush back and forth through 
the slickened furrow of her cunt. This position gave her access to her 
painfully erected clitoris, and she tweaked at it, rubbing it for more 
friction until it was too sensitive to touch. The wild hunger invading her 
wantonly writhing body, the amount of brandy she'd consumed, all acted to 
erase any warnings that tried to penetrate her brain. At this moment she was 
in a world far away from reality. 

Suddenly, a loud uncontrollable groan erupted from her throat, and she 
quieted for a moment, her wet slippery fingers stilled as they pressed 
against her lewdly displayed cunt. She stared down at the sleeping youth, 
afraid he was going to awaken, but he only turned over and settled into 
rhythmic breathing again. She would have to be more quiet, she told herself, 
but she couldn't stop ... not now! Secretly, she didn't care if he did wake 
up and see her. And in her drunken, lust-perverted mind, she believed that 
he would take her in his arms and make love to her. 

Her hungry sexual desire completely out of control, she rubbed harder and 
harder. Lost in clouds of obscene incestuous wishes, she dropped her fingers 
lower - forcing three of them deep inside her tight little hole - and 
imagined that it was Jack's youthful cock fucking in and out of her quaking 
vaginal passage. The sucking sound of her warm pussy flesh closing around 
the outstretched fingers of her right hand was loud and strange, but Cynthia 
was past hearing anything. 

Caught up in a tortured frenzy of hot hungry lust, she moved closer and 
spread her knees even wider as she moaned in abandoned lust and ecstasy. Her 
knees pressed into the side of the mattress; her body heaved and jerked in 
time to her runaway fingers, and her lust-glazed eyes slitted in erotic 
madness as she stared down at the sleeping boy. Her imagination went wild! 
In her mind's eye, she could feel Jack's long beautiful penis sliding 
through the hot satiny flesh of her vagina. As she felt the first deep 
twinges of pleasure hit her trembling belly, she knew she was going to cum. 
Swaying drunkenly, the brunette ground deeper up into her wide-split pussy 
with three fingers, and as the orgasmic convulsions hit her, she began to 
shake uncontrollably and exploded into a moaning mass of mind-bending 
satisfaction. 

Finally, Cynthia's writhings and convulsions ceased, and she collapsed to 
the floor beside her young nephew's bed. Trying to catch her breath and 
settle her trembling body, she felt a weakness descend on her, and she 
wanted to go to sleep. But something niggled her brain, warning her it would 
be disastrous to stay in the boy's room any longer. A moment later, she 
wearily struggled to her feet and picked up her crumpled white panties. 
Quietly, she found her way through the darkened hallway to the soft relaxing 
bed where she fell asleep beside her already snoring husband. 

 CHAPTER THREE Cynthia lay in bed the following morning filled with a 
strange contentment and a breathless feeling of anticipation. She stretched 
like a big lazy cat and sighed as she opened her eyes to see the sun 
streaming in through her bedroom window. Johnny had gone to the hospital 
again without waking her ,,r]. So why wasn't she unhappy the way she usually 
was? The young wife thought about it for a moment. 

Suddenly, the answer hit her full force. Her nephew had arrived yesterday, 
and she had done that awful thing by his bed last night. Whewww! She had to 
stop drinking so much brandy. Maybe Johnny was right ... she was becoming an 
alcoholic! What if Jack had opened his eyes and saw her standing by his bed 
lewdly fucking her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy? The poor 
innocent boy would have been scared out of his wits ... thinking she was 
insane! Filled with an acid bitterness against her husband who had driven 
her to commit that awful obscenity, Cynthia put aside all 
self-recriminations. She sighed as she remembered the powerful orgasm that 
she'd experienced last night. The forbidden act she'd committed inside her 
teenage nephew's bed had left her with a lewd joy ... and deep satisfaction. 

Jack had been so sound asleep that he must've been exhausted both mentally 
and physically. But he was probably awake now. After all, it was after ten 
o'clock. Cynthia pushed back the sheet, and her mouth fell open in dismay. 
She had gone to bed with all her clothes on ... except the white nylon 
panties she'd removed in the guest room. Well, she'd have to be careful of 
that! Undoubtedly, John had seen her this morning, and now he'd be giving 
her hell tonight for going to bed dead drunk. 

The dark-haired girl crawled out of bed and stripped the wrinkled clothes 
from her body to stand completely naked in front of the full length mirror. 
Not bad for an Auntie! And then, grinning impishly, she reached into the 
closet and brought out a revealing chiffon negligee. Her husband never had 
time to appreciate it, so why not try it out on Jack? It was skin tight 
around the hips and buttocks, with a neckline in front that plunged to the 
waist and a brassiere top that lifted her youthfully upthrust breasts even 
higher, with half of the melon-like mounds spilling out of the gown. Smiling 
in satisfaction at her seductive image, she breathlessly walked down the 
hallway to the kitchen to start breakfast. She would have a cup of coffee in 
her hand when she went to the guest room to greet her young nephew. She 
would make every effort to seem natural and give him a good look at what she 
had to offer a man. 

While the coffee was percolating, Cynthia looked around for a cigarette, but 
there were none in the kitchen. She stepped down the hall to her husband's 
den and saw a pack of Silva Thins lying on the desk. With the cigarettes 
clutched in her hand, she turned to go, and her eye caught the slightly open 
drawer of the desk. The young wife frowned. That was the drawer that Johnny 
kept locked all the time! She had wondered about it at first, but then 
decided that her husband had papers or patient's records that he wanted to 
keep secret, so she gradually forgot about it. Besides, this was the 
doctor's private haven away from everything, and she only came in to make 
sure it was clean. 

Now, curiosity got the best of Cynthia, and she pulled the drawer open all 
the way. Frowning, she saw several photographs lying on top of the long 
brown envelopes, and she leaned over to see them better. A shocked gasp 
escaped her throat as the lewd scenes seared themselves like a branding iron 
into her brain. 

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself. "I don't believe it ... I just don't 
believe it! Not Johnny! Not the very proper, uptight and always too-tired 
Doctor Sloane!" 

But it was true! There was the evidence in front of her, and her husband was 
the only one who used the desk. At first Cynthia was repulsed at the lewd 
poses of the nakedly entwined men and women, but as she continued to study 
the obscenity she became fascinated with the obscene detail of the full 
color photographs. But the most exciting part of all was that Johnny was 
more human than she'd expected. He must get his kicks from pornographic 
pictures. When she began to tremble so hard that her hands shook, she 
realized that she, too, was becoming shamelessly excited by the images of 
other people fucking and performing oral sex with each other! Quickly, as if 
she were being watched, she threw them back inside the drawer and quietly 
closed it just the way it had been before she entered the room. 

It was only when she was standing in the hallway by the door to the study 
that she began to wonder what her handsome nephew would think about them ... 
if he would react the same way she did. It wouldn't hurt to put a little 
excitement into his life and tease him a bit. Turning back before she lost 
her nerve, she took out two of the most revealing pictures and put them in a 
book lying on the desk. She would suggest that Jack get something to read 
from the den, and he couldn't possibly miss seeing the book. The second he 
opened the book, he'd spot them. With a conspiratorial grin, she lit a 
cigarette and returned to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. 

Cynthia sat down at the table and drank the black hot brew, unable to face 
her young nephew at the moment. She had to think about this! Things were 
moving entirely too fast. The dirty photograph collection had shaken her 
more than she cared to admit. Johnny didn't care much about making love, but 
he enjoyed seeing the act in pictures. Was he perverted? Was that why their 
sex life was so unsatisfying? But, if he was perverted, what was she? The 
act she'd committed beside her nephew's bed last night would be considered 
worse than perverted. Maybe it was just a matter of opinion ... maybe no one 
was perverted ...just different. She kept turning to take a quick look at 
the kitchen cabinet where the brandy was stored, fighting the impulse to 
have a drink. 

She was well aware of the fact that she should stay away from alcohol now 
that Jack was here. She didn't care about Johnny, but she didn't want her 
teenage nephew to think she was a lush. Her hand was shaking now as it had 
been earlier when she found the dirty pictures, and her thoughts were only 
making it worse. She picked up her coffee cup, and when it spilled out on 
the table, she gave up the fight and stumbled across the room to the 
cabinet. Guiltily, she poured half a cup of brandy out and drank it then 
refilled the cup with coffee. She had just sat down at the table again when 
Jack came into the kitchen. 

"Morning, Auntie Cyn," he said, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"Hi, honey," she answered. "You look rested." 

"I sure am. I must have died last night. Don't remember anything from the 
time my head hit the pillow." 

"That's good. Want some breakfast?" Cynthia asked, staring down at his 
teenager's legs sticking out of his walking shorts. Lucky for me, she 
thought, that you slept all night! 

"Yeah, guess I'm hun ..." The teenager's words were cut off in mid-sentence 
as he caught first sight of his aunt's practically bare breasts beneath the 
see-through negligee. He couldn't take his eyes away from the lewd sight as 
Cynthia invitingly stood up and swayed sensuously across the room to the 
stove. She didn't have a thing on under it, either! He could see her rounded 
ass-cheeks with the dark crevice right down the middle, and ... and when she 
turned to look at him, he could see the black shadowy triangle of pussy 
hair. 

"What would you like," she asked suggestively, the brandy giving her false 
courage. 

"Uh ... Uh ... anything," he stammered as his uncontrollable penis began 
crawling into another erection. Shit, he'd never even seen his mother like 
that! 

Cynthia saw the discomfort in her young nephew as she turned toward the 
stove and smiled to herself while she continued, "How about bacon and eggs?" 

"Yeah ... yeah ... that's fine ..." His thoughts were in turmoil. Christ, he 
should tell her he wasn't hungry and get the hell out of the kitchen. But he 
couldn't and he didn't! He knew the older woman wasn't deliberately doing 
it, but it sure seemed like she was. But, she wouldn't do a thing like that 
to him! 

When Cynthia set the plate in front of him, he was sure she'd seen his 
throbbing hard-on. He was afraid she was going to say something and then 
send him home ... or to the crazy house instead! He slid his chair as close 
to the table as possible and tried to hide the telltale bulge with his 
folded hands in his lap. 

Deliberately, Cynthia bent over so that her lushly uplifted breasts touched 
his arm and brushed against his naked chest. The youth jerked away like he'd 
been branded. 

"I'm sorry, honey. Did the hot plate burn you?" 

"No ... no ... it's just ..." 

"Not afraid of Auntie Cyn, are you?" she asked seductively, knowing full 
well that he had another erection. 

"Oh no ... you're great ... I mean ..." he stammered, and when she moved 
away he quickly lifted his right hand and began gulping his food. 

During the teenage boy's discomfort, his lovely brunette aunt was 
sadistically enjoying his confusion. Now, she knew that he was sexually 
excited by her, and instead of being more discreet, she pulled a chair up 
beside him and slowly sat down, letting her legs fall slightly apart. 

Jack nervously peeked down at her lewdly displayed loins and almost choked 
on his food. He was unable to turn away from the inviting wide open slit of 
her pussy. Oh shit, he must be going crazy! He wasn't supposed to sneak 
looks at his aunt like he was doing! What could have happened to him on the 
trip west? It was just as though some stranger had possessed his body. 
Someone wicked! Christ, maybe he was possessed, needed an exorcist! 

The brandy that Cynthia had consumed was beginning to take effect, and she 
giggled disgracefully as her blond nephew gulped his food. It was fun 
teasing him like this ... but was she really teasing? Maybe she was so bad 
off that she actually did want to seduce her own nephew. 

Jack sensed in some way that the older woman was making fun of him but being 
unsure of exactly where he stood with her, he nervously bolted his food down 
then immediately asked to be excused. He knew it was rude to just leave the 
table without saying why, but it was impossible to control his voice, and 
she evidently already knew that he was embarrassed. 

The boy hurried to his room, knowing that he couldn't stay shut up alone all 
day long, but he needed a few minutes to get control of his emotions. Sure 
she was beautiful, and her boobs were the neatest he'd ever seen, but that 
didn't excuse him from having lewd ideas. His brain churned with the lewdly 
exciting thought of making love to her. 

Forgotten in the heat of his arousal was the fact that Cynthia was his aunt! 
Too, he'd never seen that much of a woman's body before, and he wanted to 
touch it, feel it, caress it, to see what it felt like. That was the reason 
why his errant cock wouldn't stay soft while it stuck up like a tent pole 
and why it throbbed like a kettle drum. 

He lay on the bed for a half hour thinking about his problem and then 
decided he had to do something to get his mind off her sensually bewitching 
body. A book! That's what he needed - a good book! That would give him a 
good excuse to stay away from his seductive aunt. As he wandered into Uncle 
John's study looking for something to read, he spotted a book laying on the 
desk. A second later when he saw the photographs spilling out, he casually 
flipped the book open and stared at the full color pictures. It took a few 
seconds for him to really comprehend that the photos were actually of naked 
men and women lewdly entwined in various sexual acts. 

Quickly then, he looked around to see if his aunt was anywhere near, and 
then whistled under his breath, "Oh shit!" His heart beating faster and 
faster, he studied the first picture carefully. It was so obscenely 
fascinating that he couldn't take his eyes away from it. There was a woman 
with glistening red lips tightly ovaled around a man's thick white penis. A 
distorted gasp escaped his lips as he quickly closed the book on the lewd 
snapshots. His virile young penis had leapt to a painfully throbbing life in 
his shorts again, and he felt as if he were already about to cum. In a 
frowning confusion, he wondered what kind of nut house this was. These must 
belong to his Uncle Johnny! His Dad would shit if he knew about this. 
Guiltily, he sneaked another look inside the book and stared with renewed 
excitement at the lewdly exposed man and woman. 

His eyes were wide open in his youthfully blushing face, and even though 
he'd never seen anything like it before, he instinctively knew that he'd 
like it done to him. Too excited to leave the room, he stared at the second 
photograph of a naked woman sitting on a man's face with his mouth buried in 
her black pussy hair. All he could see was the man's lust-slitted eyes and 
part of his nose and the woman's sparsely curling pubic hair circling the 
fleshy pink slit of her cunt. Shit! If he didn't get out of here and stop 
looking at the salacious spectacle, he was going to pass out. 

Putting the photographs back in the book and closing it, he picked it up and 
nervously stepped to the door of the study and called, "Cyn! Aunt Cynthia!" 

"I'm in the living room, Jack," he heard her say. 

"Do you mind if I read this book on the desk?" 

"What is it?" 

He looked down and squinted at the title. "Hungry Children. " 

"Sure, if you want. But it's all about the Mid-East and the population 
explosion," Cynthia didn't want to sound too interested or he might get 
suspicious. She wanted to laugh out loud at the wild shock the teenager was 
going to get when he discovered the photographs. 

"Thanks! I'll be in my room if you want me." Jack said quickly and rushed 
down the hallway to his bedroom. 

Cynthia stood quietly in the living room door as his footsteps faded down 
the hallway. When she peeked out, she saw him holding the book in his hand. 
Well, he had fallen into her trap without any help from her at all. She was 
free of guilt of giving the book to him and suggesting that he read it. 

Five minutes later the curious aunt slipped down the hallway, her heart like 
a runaway freight train as she excitedly reached his bedroom door and 
quietly opened it. She had expected him to become excited with the nakedly 
entwined bodies of the men and women in the snapshots, but never in her 
wildest imagination had she expected the scene she viewed from the doorway. 

Jack was lying on the bed completely naked and was masturbating while 
staring at the lewd pictures. His youthfully hardened penis lurched with 
each stroke of his manipulating hand as he lifted his hips upwards, reaching 
for satisfaction. 

Oh God! The boy hadn't wasted any time in responding to the lewd stimulus of 
the pictures. She gazed in wonder as her teenage nephew's strokes became 
more rapid and his irregular breathing became louder. Quietly she stared, 
waiting for him to almost reach his climax before she showed herself. And 
then when she saw his eyes flutter and then close, she quickly opened the 
door wider and gasped, "Jack! My God in Heaven! What! What you're doing is 
awful!" Cynthia stammered as she slammed the door behind her and glared in 
feigned contempt at the young boy who was frozen with shame and disgrace, 
his hand still comically holding his already wilting cock. 

Jack stared in horror up at his accusing aunt. He attempted to swallow, then 
blurted out, "I ... I ... don't ..." He dropped the pictures he was still 
holding and jerked his right hand away from his dwindling penis as he 
cowered backwards as though he expected the older woman to scream or hit 
him. 

"I'm shocked ... I can't believe it," Cynthia raved as her eyes glued 
themselves to his nakedly deflated cock in fascination. It wasn't nearly as 
big as her husband's but a great deal more interesting. "Must I call your 
mother and tell her that I don't want her perverted son staying with me?" 

"No ... no ... please Aunt Cyn ... Oh Jesus, please don't ..." the young 
nephew stammered as his guilt and remorse intensified and overcame his 
voice. Several convulsive spasms tore through his teenage body, and then 
covering his face and sobbing like a little child, he moaned, "Cyn ... oh 
Cyn, I don't know why ... I'm sorry ... I ... please don't call Mother. She 
already thinks I'm perverted because I ... don't make friends ..." 

Shocked by the anguish of her teenage nephew and at the fact that she had 
caused it all, Cynthia's eyes boiled up with tears of remorse, and she 
dropped down on her knees by his bed. Taking her tortured nephew in her 
arms, she crooned to him as she rocked back and forth. 

"Shoooo ... don't you worry, honey! I won't tell anyone, especially your 
mother." The distraught aunt felt such an overwhelming protective feeling 
toward the troubled youth that her guilt intensified until she began a 
steady caressing of his naked thigh and crooned. "I didn't mean to frighten 
you ... please don't cry ... let's talk about it honey." 

Cynthia already knew that Jack was sensitive. And she should have guessed 
how he would react. Could she have wanted to put him in a position where she 
could hold his naked body like this and comfort him? No! It was too horrible 
to think about. Immediately she began kissing his tear-dampened eyes, and 
without knowing she was doing it, she pressed his face into her almost naked 
breasts and murmured to him in reassuring whispers. Oh God, she thought, his 
body feels so good pressed against mine. He's such a beautiful boy! She 
sensed that her motherly emotions were gradually changing again into a 
sexual excitement, but even she was shocked to the core as her right hand - 
of its own volition - reached down and began caressing his wilted penis. The 
smoldering emotions inside her burning loins became unbearable, and she 
forced her hand upward away from his virile young shaft of male flesh to 
caress his naked shoulder instead. 

Jack shuddered as he felt her hand on his cock, and as he stared up at her, 
he saw the changing expression on her lust-contorted face and heard the 
change in her voice as she crooned unintelligible words to him. 

Cynthia gazed lewdly down at her youthful nephew, and then with a cry of 
defeat, she dropped her hand to his growing hardness and groaned, "Sweetie 
... oh, sweetie, you have such a beautiful penis." 

Softly she stroked his burgeoning organ as she lifted her face and kissed 
him passionately, hungrily on his slightly parted lips and then whispered, 
"So nice ... it's so hot... Be nice to me, honey ... oh yes, be nice to your 
Auntie Cyn." 

Normally, Jack would have thought the older woman was nuts, but the feel of 
her hand on his naked cock was the greatest thing he'd ever felt in his 
entire life. It was a lot more exciting than when he did it, and now he 
didn't care if he did get an erection. Not now ... with Cyn caressing it 
with her hand. A shudder of ecstasy rippled through the youngster, and he 
wondered if she would jack him off ... play with it until he came. 

The lovely brunette gazed into her nephew's trusting eyes, and only then did 
she realize what she was actually doing. Her love-starved body had lost 
control, and she could feel the hot bubbling moisture filling her tingling 
vagina. Her eyes moved across the trembling teenager and fell on the lewd 
pictures lying forgotten on the bed beside Jack. The one on top was the 
naked woman sucking the man's long hard cock. Her hoarse voice surprised her 
when she gasped, "Want me to do that to you, honey?" 

''I ... I...don't know ... I ... " 

"I bet you do ... I bet you want to know how it feels to have a woman's 
mouth on your penis." 

His naked young cock was lurching in a wild uncontrollable excitement, and 
he turned his head away from the obscenity of the photograph, shuddering. 

"Jackie, baby!" 

"Wha-at?" 

"You do, don't you?" 

"I ... I guess so ... " 

"I will if you want me to. I'll do anything you like, honey. I love you." 

Shit yes, he wanted it! But, should he let Cyn do that to him? After all she 
was his aunt and shouldn't even want to do it. She should love him, but not 
that way! 

But without waiting for an answer, Cynthia made the decision herself and 
took his warmly throbbing hardness in her hand. Slowly, she lowered her 
mouth until her wetly parted lips were encircling the blood-filled tip. 
"Jesus Christ! Cyn! I can't stand it! Aaarrrgghh!" Jack moaned, unable to 
pull away from the soft delicious warmth of her pleasure-giving mouth. 

The lewdness of having her teenage nephew's long rod of youthful flesh 
pulsating in her mouth drove Cynthia almost over the brink of sanity. The 
words she spoke came from her lusting subconscious mind as she lifted her 
face from his loins and asked, "Shall I teach you all about love? Will you 
let me?" 

Jack could hardly believe his good luck. He knew nothing at all about making 
love to girls, and here was an offer like this ... and from his beautiful 
aunt whom he adored. Never in his wildest daydreams had he ever imagined a 
girl would kiss his penis, and to have Cynthia doing it was the greatest 
gift of all. 

"I would ... if you want to ... " he stammered as his thoughts whirled in 
lewdness, and then he frowned as he added, "But Cyn ... I almost came when 
you kissed it!" 

"That's all right honey, you just cum if you feel like it." Her soft warm 
lips dropped to his penis again, and she hungrily sucked the full length of 
his hotly throbbing cock inside her mouth. For almost a minute she slid her 
ovalled lips up and down on the rock-hard shaft, and when she felt his hips 
punch frantically upward and his groin become harder, she licked at the 
sensitive underside and then sucked once, twice, three times with tightly 
suctioned mouth, and it happened! The head of his virile young cock exploded 
inside her throat and spewed its load of teenage sperm deep into her gulping 
mouth. 

"Aa a aggghhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Cyn, I'm s o r ry ... I ... Aaagggggggghhhh!" 
the climaxing youth groaned. Shit, he'd done it now. He had cum in her 
mouth, just as he had warned her he would do! 

The young wife's eyes widened and she gasped and began swallowing in short 
quick gulps as she felt his heated sperm blast down her throat. She wasn't 
angry with him for cumming. Not this wonderful boy. She couldn't hate him 
for any reason. Now, she knew how badly he had needed release ... just as 
she had needed an orgasm last night. Anyway, she could make his wonderful 
young cock hard again... very easily ... just by sucking on it some more! 

Her eyes smiling, the lovely brunette licked at his quickly deflating penis 
until every drop was gone and then lifted her face to him and said, "That 
was wonderful, honey, you're something else." 

"But ... but ... I came in your mouth ... I didn't mean to ... I ... I ... " 
he stammered guiltily. 

"It's all right, honey! You're supposed to do that. I'm glad." 

"Yeah ... really?" he asked in bewilderment. 

"Yes. But what I did was for you - it's just between you and me. Our secret. 
Never tell a soul," she said in a whisper. 

"I won't ... never ... not even if they kill me," he said excitedly. "I 
promise, Cyn." Christ, he wasn't about to tell anyone! Uncle Johnny would 
kill him for sure, and his parents would commit them both to the crazy 
house. 

"Okay then, it'll be our secret ... forever. Like when we were both little, 
remember?" Cynthia asked, feeling the throbbing lust growing into an 
intolerable heat inside her vagina and knowing she had to have release now. 
Quickly then, she stood, picked up the other photograph of the naked 
dark-haired woman sitting on the man's mouth, she said, "Would you like to 
do that to me?" 

The suddenly embarrassed nephew averted his eyes as he stuttered, "I ... I 
... oh shit, Cyn ..." He was so excited that he hardly knew what he was 
saying. He was afraid he wouldn't know what to do, and she'd be disgusted 
with him. 

"I'll teach you, and then, you can practice on me," she smiled as she 
straightened up to her full stance and began removing the sheer negligee. 

"Oh Jesus, Cyn," he cried as she dropped the garment to the floor and stood 
completely naked, her beautiful upthrust breasts just above his wide-open 
eyes. "You're so beautiful." His painfully hardened penis throbbed now with 
a hungry lust, and he could hardly wait for the lewdly exciting thing she 
was going to let him do to her. He knew what it was called, "eating pussy", 
and he found his mouth watering in anticipation. 

Deliberately driving both of them to a fever pitch of excitement, Cynthia 
lay down on the bed beside him and spread her naked thighs wide apart, her 
back pressing into the soft mattress of the guest bed. Her moistly 
glistening vaginal lips gaped open in obscene invitation, and she could feel 
her hot liquid passion seeping down the quivering slit between her buttocks, 
wetting her anus. 

Jack lifted his head and stared down in fascination at her wide-split pink 
pussy. He shivered with wanton hunger as he saw the succulent flesh hiding 
beneath her black pubic hair. He'd never seen a girl's cunt before, and it 
excited him to the point where he couldn't think. Before he could panic, he 
heard the gentle voice of his youthful aunt saying, "Go ahead! Just kiss my 
vagina; I'll tell you what to do." 

With burning eyes, Jack watched as his aunt reached down with both hands, 
separated the puffy lips of her wetly glistening pussy and spread them wide 
apart revealing the inflamed knob of her already distended clitoris. But 
even then, the boy was not prepared for her seductive words, "See honey, 
that's a woman's center of desire. It's sort of the same as your penis, but 
it's called a 'clitoris'. You know that, don't you?" 

Jack, his voice hoarsened, swallowed loudly and stammered, "Yes... I guess 
so ... " 

"Then, put your lips on it and kiss it ... hard. Suck it. Oh ... yes, suck 
it, darling." 

"Uhhhhh ... well ... Cyn ... is it ... do you think we should?" His 
indecision was real, but at the same time he was trembling with an 
ecstatically forbidden hunger. 

''Yes ... I know it's okay ...just do it ... hurry!" she begged, her 
lecherous body quivering with uncontrollable lust. 

"O-okay ..." her teenaged nephew slowly moved to the foot of the bed and 
knelt between his aunt's lewdly splayed legs. Balancing himself with his 
arms, he lowered his head toward Cynthia's nakedly gaping pussy and stared 
in wonder. When his mouth was only inches away from the steaming flesh, he 
hesitated, a frightened look on his face. Cynthia couldn't wait for him to 
make up his mind. She reached down without hesitation and forced his face 
against the hair-lined slit of her impatiently throbbing vagina, and gasped, 
"Now, suck it ... suck it ... oh yes, do it ... " 

A convulsive gasp escaped the teenager's throat as he inhaled the sweet 
scent of his aunt's warmly perfumed cunt. His nostrils flared as he avidly 
began sucking the succulent pink flesh up inside his mouth, nibbling at the 
little clitorial nub just as she had shown him. It was the most 
lust-inciting thing that had ever happened to him. It might be forbidden, or 
perverted, or something else, but he liked it ... loved it ... ah ... more 
... 

"Yes ... that's it ... baby ... that's it ... lick Aunt Cyn's pussy ... oh 
God, harder!" she almost screamed with excitement. 

A shudder went through the youth's naked body and without further 
hesitation, he buried his face in her vaginal slit and experimentally licked 
the full length of her hair-lined cuntal lips. A moment later, gaining 
courage, he stuck his fully extended tongue deep up inside her vaginal 
passage just as she'd told him. Rewarded by her ecstatic moans, he began 
working with fervor, thrusting in and out as if he were really fucking her. 
In a few seconds he was sliding his tongue in and out of her wetly throbbing 
hole, and licking back and forth, nibbling at her ultra-sensitive clitoris 
as though he had done it many times. 

"Oh hhhhhhh ... yes ... aaagggghhhhhh ... oh fuck, honey ... it's so good." 
Cynthia was writhing shamelessly on the bed as her nephew's innocent face, 
contorted in lust, nuzzled in her heated vaginal flesh. Her moans grew 
louder as she reached down and forced his mouth tighter into her vibrating 
pussy. "Oh baby, suck it ... lick it ... eat me up," Cynthia mumbled as she 
tossed her rumpled black hair violently across the pillow. She'd often 
thought about a man driving her crazy from kissing her there, but she'd 
never imagined what it would be like for a young boy to do it ... and Jack, 
at that. 

She let her hands move up and down over her hardened nipples as she slid 
them upward and then back down to entangle her fingers in Jack's blond hair. 
Moaning constantly now, she mouthed obscenities as she pumped her hips up 
and down in rhythm to the teenager's sucking motions. 

The lewd words escaping her lips gave encouragement to the youth and he 
plunged forward to bury his face in the wet silky flesh of her hot little 
cunt, his tongue fucking in and out of her pussy like a small red penis. 

Cynthia could hear Jack panting and feel his hot breath tickling her vaginal 
lips as she peeled her fleshy hair-lined slit apart even further so he could 
thrust his stiffened tongue deeper into her wildly quivering passage. One of 
her hands stroked his shoulder and he grunted in appreciation as he drew his 
tongue intently upward through the buttery flesh of her gaping cunt. 

Oh shit! The smell of her pussy juices was driving him crazy. His goddamned 
cock was so hard he could break it off. Uncontrollably, he lifted his head 
and stared down at the smoothly gleaming pussy lips which she still held 
wide apart with her one free hand, and he moaned as he saw the flushed 
delicacy exposed to the forbidden hunger of his lust-filled eyes. His heart 
hammered as though it would fly out of his youthful chest, and as he 
absorbed the salacious view before him he began grinding his painfully 
hardened COCK into the foot of the mattress beneath his loins. 

"Oh Christ, Jack... don't stop ... please, baby, do it some more ... lick it 
for your auntie ..." he heard the older woman's whimpered erotic plea and 
obediently, he dropped his head once more and plunged the full length of his 
inexperienced tongue into the tight little hole of her frantically clasping 
pussy working instinctively, in total subjugation, at the widespread slit of 
her hair-rimmed cunt. 

Cynthia moaned with overpowering passion as his tantalizing tongue licked 
and sucked with wild abandon at her sensitively throbbing clitoris. She 
ground her hips sensually down into the softness of the bed, writhing and 
squirming as wild little mewls erupted from between her lust-tightened lips, 
then she raised her loins up to him, pressing his face into her pulsing 
vaginal opening. 

Jack could feel his throbbing, rock-hard cock about to explode, and he 
closed his eyes as wave after wave of lust rippled through his immature 
teenage body. He could see his obscenely writhing aunt flail her head from 
side to side as her fingers entwined themselves in his hair and tried to 
direct his hungrily sucking mouth to the erect nub of her clitoris. The 
youth muttered incoherently while licking the full length of the tight damp 
slit, nipping at the vibrating clitoris with his teeth as Cynthia had 
instructed him. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhh ..." the older woman gasped. "Oh yes, it's fantastic! Lick 
it, honey ... eat your Aunt Cyn's pussy." she moaned as she went out of her 
mind with a lewdly forbidden passion, "Don't stop ... ever stop ... never!" 

The love-starved brunette felt the first exploding trickles of her impending 
orgasm and she began to groan, "Oh-ohhhh ... ahhh ... yes ... yesssssss ..." 
and a gasp of ecstasy started deep in her throat, which suddenly became a 
revelation,' "I'm ccummming ... ccuuummmmming ... AAAAA GGGHHHHHHHHH!" 

Abruptly, she was fucking her wetly convulsing pussy up against the young 
boy's face, her loins pumping like a bucking horse as the almost unbearable 
waves of pleasure rippled through her, blowing her mind into fragments of 
confusion. She was almost unconscious as the unbelievable incestuous rapture 
flowed in one solid river of release up ... up ... upward and outward from 
her satiated cunt. 

The impact of Cynthia's tremendous climax hit her young nephew like a sledge 
hammer. Having never seen a woman cum before, his eyes stared in disbelief 
at the hot flowing liquid of her climax. He felt the viscous fluid dripping 
into his wide open mouth and he eagerly swallowed every drop of the musky 
sweet juice. 

Jack was stunned as the jolting convulsions of her orgasm finally ceased and 
Cynthia lay still in front of him. Her naked beauty made him suddenly become 
aware of his painfully pulsating penis and he reached down to stroke it, 
wanting to bring himself to climax, again. He needn't worry about his aunt 
seeing him this time. She wouldn't care anymore, not after what they had 
done together. 

Looking down through slitted eyes, Cynthia saw the tormented youth and felt 
a tremendous surge of love for him. He had selflessly given her a deep and 
beautiful orgasm while denying himself satisfaction. Reaching for his hand 
that was stroking the shaft of his cock, she sighed, "Sweet honey, come 
here. I'll do that for you. I have a better way." 

Jack let his aunt pull him up and over her nakedly relaxed body and was too 
overcome with painful lust to stop her even if he'd wanted to. His knees 
trembled as he levered himself above her, and she immediately pulled his 
cum-smeared mouth down to hers, drinking in her own vaginal juices that had 
coated his lips. 

"It's okay if you fuck me, honey, I want you to," she mumbled as she planted 
pecking little kisses all over his face. 

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, Cyn, I gotta. I gotta do something." 

"Then put it in! Put your hard young cock inside me," she mumbled. Without 
further hesitation, she took his throbbing shaft in her hand and placed the 
inflated cock-head at the portal to her moistly flowing vagina. "Push ... 
push hard ... oh God yes, give it to me! Oh-oh-oh! Aaaggghhhh! Yes! Like 
that!" 

And then. Jack didn't need her to tell him what to do. His instincts took 
over and he rammed forward with his slender rod of incestuous flesh all the 
way to the hilt up inside her hotly clasping cunt. Moaning constantly now as 
he felt her buttery flesh clutching at his wildly throbbing penis, he 
quivered the full length of his innocent young body as he fought the urge to 
cum as soon as he started to pull out for another stroke. "Oh shit," he 
gasped, "Aunt Cyn, I can't wait any longer. I gotta fuck you! I gotta!" 

Crap! He was pumping up and down like a goddamned tom-cat and the sounds 
escaping his lips sounded like one too. Cyn would probably think he was sick 
in the head the way he was turned on. Quieting his moans, he began rapid 
thrusts of his eagerly pulsating organ in and out of her tight little pussy 
and grinned with satisfaction as he wrung moan after lewd moan from his 
youthful aunt's throat. She was as bad as he was... actually making more 
noise than he'd ever thought of making. 

The forbidden incestuous sensations flowing throughout her body filled 
Cynthia with obscenely perverted ecstasy. An eerie feeling of excitement 
rippled through her as she thought of the control she now had over her 
teenaged nephew. His wonderfully throbbing penis was deep inside her vagina 
and he would do anything she said ... anything. This was his first time to 
make love to a woman, but definitely would not be the last. It was only the 
beginning for both of them. She had been so lonely before he came, but the 
loneliness had disappeared the first time she kissed him at the airport. 
Instinct had told her that he was just as unhappy as she was, and needed 
someone to love him. 

The flames of passion flared over the nerve endings up between her legs as 
Jack's virile young cock fucked in and out of her needy cunt. His 
sperm-bloated balls teased at her anal crevice as they slammed against her 
ass-cheeks and spread the slit further apart with each stroke. Writhing in 
ecstasy, she wrapped her thighs around his youthful hips and lifted her wide 
open loins up to meet his lean hips as they lunged downward. She knew that 
he was enjoying it, too. That even though she was taking his innocence she 
was, at the same time, giving him the experience he needed. He would never 
forget his first love! Never! He would always remember his loving aunt. 

Jack was just about to go out of his head with the urgency of his climax. He 
never wanted to jack off, ever again! He just wanted to fuck ... and eat 
pussy! It was so neat! So goddamned neat! His thoughts snapped off like a 
broken cable as he felt the surge of his virile young sperm pounding in his 
balls, rushing forward and ready to explode from the head of his cock. 
"Aaaggghhh! Aunt ... Aunt Cyn ... Ahhhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming. Shit! I'm 
cummmmiiinnnggg." 

As his spasming penis filled her desire-tautened belly with his incestuous 
sperm, Cynthia felt her second climax, surprisingly, hit her with a sudden 
rapturous ecstasy. Dimly, she knew it was different from the one she'd 
experienced from his tongue-fucking ... harder ... more shattering! In what 
seemed to be an endless orgasm, she floated on a cloud of climactic 
satisfaction as her mind slowly receded into the unconsciousness of sleep. 

Jack fell across her sweat-streaked nakedness, his rapidly dwindling penis 
slurping out of her cum-flooded vagina, leaving a long thin trail of life 
giving semen trying them together in a forbidden love. He was unable to 
understand what was happening to him, but his stupor prevented him from even 
caring as he and his Aunt Cyn lay glued together with the sweat of their 
labors. 

At least a half hour later, Jack returned to consciousness only to find his 
virile young cock was erect again. He couldn't get enough of sex once he'd 
discovered it. His voracious need propelled him into position again causing 
his lovely brunette aunt to open her eyes with alarm as she felt his firm 
virile shaft penetrate her tight little pussy. 

But then, she smiled in companionship and knew that it wasn't necessary to 
instruct Jack this time. He already knew what to do. She felt his 
hesitation, and then relaxed as he immediately thrust deeper into her 
already responding vagina. Interesting, she thought, what one lesson could 
do for someone who really wanted to learn. 

The excited blond nephew clung to Cynthia and continued to fuck in and out 
of her heatedly quivering cunt in what seemed to be hours of unending 
pleasure. 

The loving Doctor's wife couldn't count the continuous orgasms that hit her 
again and again as her older sister's handsome teenaged son fucked his 
hardened shaft deep inside her hungering belly. She was in a half-delirium 
of ecstasy as she accepted his selfless gift of love, and finally she fell 
Jack slide off her sweat-soaked body and lie beside her, gasping for breath. 
Her mind cleared and her thoughts began to unscramble into reality. She 
wondered what time it was and casually glanced at the bedside clock. It took 
a second for her eyes to focus and register the time. Six o'clock! Six 
o'clock! No it couldn't be! 

"Oh God," Jack. "Do you see what time it is?" 

"Huh ... uh ... what did you say," the youth said drowsily. And then, 
completely awake, he jumped up into a sitting position, gaped at the rumpled 
bed, his nakedly displayed aunt, and began to tremble in confusion. By her 
caring what time it was, meant that the magic was gone. Reality had finally 
returned. 

"I said it's six o'clock. We've been in bed all day," she said urgently. A 
moment later, she giggled and added, "I should say we fucked all day." 

Slowly, she slid her hand over to his youthful chest and began to caress him 
again. Then, teasingly, she moved her hand downward until it enclosed his 
limp, completely empty penis. Just as he began to be excited again, she 
jumped out of bed and said in haste, "We'd better get a shower and dress. I 
never know when Johnny will be home." 

Jack slowly stumbled out of bed and said, "Thank you Aunt Cyn. I... I loved 
it." 

"Yes, darling, so did I. But, don't thank me! You were responsible for the 
satisfaction ... of both of us," she said lovingly and then quickly added, 
"You'd better hurry, now. Tomorrow is another day." 

Jack went to his own bathroom as Cynthia rushed out the guest room door and 
hurried to her own bathroom. She knew instinctively that they could wash 
away the physical evidence of their lovemaking, but it would be impossible 
to ever erase the memories hidden away in their respective brains. The 
forbidden love had just been born, and would uncontrollably grow and bloom 
into a more demanding need. 

 CHAPTER FOUR "Hey, young man. Didn't you sleep last night?" Dr. Sloane 
questioned Jack that night at the dinner table. "You look all washed out. 
Don't you feel well?" 

"Sure," Jack stammered, unable to look at his uncle. "I'm all right." 

"We can't have you getting sick around here. Come see me tomorrow, and I'll 
check you out." 

"No, really, I'm okay." Jack's voice was almost a frightened croak as he 
fidgeted in his chair and picked at the food on his plate. 

"Well, you're too pale. Maybe you need vitamins." The older man was really 
scrutinizing the youth. "Do you ever get any sunshine?" 

"No ... not in Illinois." 

"Well, tomorrow you get outside and get some sunshine." The doctor returned 
to his dinner and then thoughtfully added, "Could be all you need. Give you 
vitamin C ... keeps the colds away." 

'I... I.... don't care for the sun. It burns me." Jack nervously dropped his 
fork and it clattered to the floor. He looked pleadingly at Cynthia, and 
when he saw her eyes were averted he leaned over and picked up the fork. 

"Laziness is a tool of the devil," Dr. Sloane quoted and added, "I don't 
know what you kids are coining to." 

"I read a lot," Jack said defensively. 

"You can read in Illinois. Get some sun in California." John Sloane added 
firmly. 

For the first time, Cynthia entered the conversation and said. "You know, 
Jack, he could be right. Some sun would do you good ... give you a nice 
tan." 

"Besides, you need to make friends if you're going to be here all summer," 
John added. 

Jack stared at his aunt unbelievingly. How could she possibly agree with her 
husband when she knew that all he wanted to do was stay inside with her. 
Maybe, she'd thought about it and decided she didn't like him afterall. She 
sure sounded like she wanted to get rid of him. 

Later, Jack stared at the television with belligerent eyes, fighting the 
urge to break something! He wasn't going to bed until Uncle Johnny did, and 
then, he'd find out what he'd done wrong today. The sooner he knew, the 
sooner he could learn to accept it. If she wanted him to leave her alone, 
that meant she was sorry she'd ever let him do those things to her. He had 
to know one way or the other ... for his own sanity. 

Frowning questioningly. Cynthia wondered why Jack was so quiet and 
withdrawn. He'd suddenly become unreachable at the dinner table ... when 
they were discussing him. And then, it dawned on her! He thought she didn't 
like him anymore! He thought she'd betrayed him! And then a smile lit her 
face and everything cleared in her mind. That was no problem! She'd just 
stay up until her husband went to bed and explain. He had to know her 
reasoning before he convinced himself that she didn't love him anymore. Poor 
sensitive baby, she thought. She tried to get his attention so she could 
wink at him, but he refused to even look at her. 

At ten o'clock Dr. Sloane yawned, looked at his wife, and said, "I'm going 
to bed. Got another early morning surgery." 

"Too early for me," she answered. 

Getting up from his chair, he turned and said, "Does that mean you're 
staying up?" 

"Yes! I'm not sleepy, yet." 

"Goodnight, then," Johnny yawned again and stepped toward the door. 

"Aren't you even going to kiss me goodnight?" she asked, feigning a 
bitchiness she didn't really feel. 

Sheepishly, he moved to her side and leaned down to slightly touch her cheek 
with his lips and then yawned again. "Goodnight, Jack." 

"Goodnight Uncle Johnny," the youth said in a sullen voice, unable to 
control it. And then aware of the sound he conveyed, he added, "See you 
tomorrow." 

Cynthia sat on the edge of her chair and listened to her husband's footsteps 
move down the hallway and then heard him close the door behind him. 

"I have to explain something," she whispered as she quickly moved to his 
chair. "But, be quiet. I don't want Johnny to hear me." 

"Yeah, I wanta talk to you too," he anxiously replied. 

"Forgive me for not defending you with him tonight, but I had to say what I 
did." 

"Why?" Jack asked. "Did I misunderstand today?" 

"Of course not. It's just that we can't let my husband ever find out about 
us. He'd kill us." 

"Boy am I ever glad to hear that! I was scared you might tell him what I did 
to you today," he lied. The teenager knew his aunt would never tell anyone, 
but he had been frightened that she might change her mind about having sex 
with him again. 

"Did you think I didn't want you to do it again?" she teased. "Now tell me 
the truth. Were you jealous?" 

"Yeah ... I guess I did," he sighed, his face turning beet red. 

Cynthia ran her fingers up his muscular young thigh beneath the hem of his 
walking shorts and knelt in front of him, "That's good! That means you liked 
what we did today ... and want to do it again." 

An animal-like moan escaped his lips and he groaned, "Oh God, Cyn, I love 
you so much. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." 

"Did I make you feel good, too?" 

"Shit, it felt so good I thought I'd blow the top of my head off. Your hand 
feels so soft ... and ... and ... it's making me get a hard on again." 

"Good! I like to make you get big and hard," she slid her hand further up 
his inner thigh beneath the shorts and caressed his rapidly stiffening 
penis. She had already become excited. She could feel her vaginal fluids 
gathering and wetting the crotch of her nylon panties. 

"But ... but we probably shouldn't be doing it, should we Aunt Cynthia?" he 
asked anxiously, for suddenly he had thought of what his parents would say 
if they found out. Knowing them, they'd think he was perverted or something 
and send him to a reform school ... or a mental institution. 

Cynthia correctly interpreted his troubled expression, and she squeezed his 
warmly pulsating cock in reassurance. "We're not doing anything wrong, 
darling," she said. 

"It is perverted ... what we're doing?" 

"Darling, I don't know. I don't think so," she sighed, and then added as an 
aching hurt in her chest grew into a deep painful stab in her heart, "You're 
a man, and I'm a woman. I believe that what we're doing is a natural thing, 
but then no one else would agree with me. Actually, I do know we shouldn't 
be doing it, but I can't help myself. God help me, I can't help myself." 
Cynthia knew she should be strong enough to end this incestuous thing she 
was doing with her innocent nephew, and she also knew that it was unfair to 
involve him in a forbidden sexual act. But, it was too late to think about 
it now ... it was far too late. 

"I'll never make love to anyone else ... even if you send me away," his 
lust-hoarsened voice whispered to his contritely kneeling aunt. Her hand had 
ceased to move when she began discussing the legitimacy of their acts and 
Jack reached down and began to slide it back and forth across his bare leg. 
"Do it some more. I like it." 

Suddenly, Cynthia's face softened. She knew that the only thing that 
mattered to her now, was that this beautiful boy was happy. Her husband 
obviously didn't want any part of her, until he looked at his dirty pictures 
and even then he only used her for a receptacle for his sperm. Erasing all 
the thoughts of wrongdoing, she refused to think about it anymore. She 
glanced up to find him staring lovingly down at her. No one had ever looked 
so lovingly, so hungrily, or with so much affection at her in her entire 
life. 

"You little sweetie." she whispered, suddenly feeling released from her 
confusion. "I need you so much." 

"Well, Mrs. Sloane" he chuckled, "Your student is ready for lesson number 
... number ... I forgot what number it is." 

Cynthia was glowing with happiness now and she ruffled his hair as she stood 
up and said, "You get to bed and we'll talk about it later." 

"Aw come on, Cyn. I wanta be thinking about it." 

"I'll give you just a little sample," she giggled then dropped down on her 
knees again. "Stand up and take your shorts down." 

Quickly the teenager unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his 
knees, "I'm ready." 

Cynthia took her young nephew's already hard throbbing penis from his jockey 
shorts and softly kissed the blood-engorged head. And then, she took it's 
pulsating hardness in her mouth and slowly slid her extended tongue the full 
length of the blue-veined shaft. Slowly she moved her tightly ovalled lips 
upward until only the bulbous head remained within the warm confines of her 
moist mouth. Pausing, she gave it a quick kiss and stood up, saying, "That's 
all for now." 

"Oh shit, I wanta do it now. I gotta," he said as his painfully throbbing 
cock made him gasp with lewd desire. 

"You know what to do with it; but I'd suggest you keep it for tomorrow," she 
laughed. "Goodnight little lover." She turned and sensuously moved down the 
hallway knowing she had an appreciative audience in her teenaged nephew. 

 CHAPTER FIVE The next morning when Jack awakened, he opened his eyes and 
stared in confusion at his surroundings. The sun was shining in his open 
window and the birds were singing. It took him several seconds to orient 
himself and then he remembered. He was in Aunt Cynthia's house and ... and 
today was the day she was going to ... do that again! 

Instinctively he realized he must be out of his fucking gourd to get 
involved with Cyn. He'd be in bad trouble if anyone ever found out. But, 
even though he knew it was wrong he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of 
thinking about it for very long. Almost immediately, he grinned to himself 
and returned to his earlier thoughts. She was actually going to suck his 
cock again today. He laughed out loud as he recalled the infantile high 
school gossip he used to indulge in - a month ago. Some of the other guys 
were always so goddamned cocky, talking about the girls they'd done all 
those things to ... and most of all, they bragged about talking some girl 
into sucking their cock. 

He'd always thought they were sick when they said they'd eaten some girl's 
pussy. But now he knew! Ummmmmmmm! It was dee-lic-ious! He felt his virile 
teenage cock lunge into a throbbing hardness and automatically he reached 
down and rubbed it whispering to himself, "Not today! You gonna get sucked 
this time." 

Down in the hall, Cynthia had awakened and was thinking about the same 
thing. And, she too, was talking to herself, "Oh God," she whispered, "he's 
so virile! So hard! So good!" Only momentarily did her thoughts dwell on the 
wrong or right of it. With a hostile swing of her long black hair, she 
jumped out of bed and grabbed her sheer nylon dressing gown and draped it 
around her sensually naked body. Standing in front of the full length mirror 
she began to comb her hair and then went to brush her teeth, all the time 
wondering if Jack was still asleep. She'd love nothing better than to wake 
him up with her mouth on his virile young cock. Humming to herself she 
danced out the bedroom door to the hallway and then, quietly tiptoed down 
the hallway to her nephew's room. 

Silently, she opened the door and stepped inside to hear Jack say, "Good 
morning lazy. I've been awake for hours." 

"Hi," she smiled, "I thought you might be waiting for me." 

She moved to the bed and stood looking down at her young nephew's almost 
naked body. His slender muscular legs, narrow hips and ... slender young 
cock was lust-inciting to see. She stared, unable to move as he slowly slid 
his hands down and hooked his fingers under the elastic waist of his jockey 
shorts. And then, he shoved them all the way down to his feet and kicked 
them to the foot of the bed where they fell to the floor. Smiling in 
agreement, she seductively unfastened her dressing gown and let it slide 
down her curvaceous body to the floor beside her. 

Nakedly she dropped down on the bed beside her already naked nephew and 
slowly, sensuously began caressing his quivering form. "Are you ready," she 
whispered in a lust-hoarsened voice. 

"You bet! I been ready ... a long time." 

"Looks to me like he's standing at attention, ready for his orders," she 
said teasingly as she lowered her hand to caress his warmly throbbing 
erection. 

With a lewd gasp, Jack grabbed his beautiful brunette aunt and kissed her 
hand on the mouth. His awkwardness made him pull her off balance and they 
both fell back on the bed, his face buried in the fleshy cleft of her lushly 
ripened breast. Slowly, still unsure of what he was doing, he experimentally 
took one of the already erect little nipples in his mouth and instinctively 
began sucking on it. 

"AAAggghhhhh! Oh yes, my sweet little baby. Suck my tit... oh yes," Cynthia 
moaned as the teenager sucked and licked at her youthfully upthrust breasts. 

Almost at once the love-starved brunette lost what little control she had, 
so consumed was she with forbidden hunger for her young nephew lying beneath 
her. She tightened her vaginal muscles, rubbing her quivering cunt-lips 
together and gurgled with ecstasy. She needed to be loved. Oh God, how she 
needed someone to love her. And now, she had someone. 

"Oh shit, Aunt Cyn," Jack mumbled, his lust-inundated body writhed on the 
bed beneath her. Both his hands sought her naked buttocks and began kneading 
the soft white mounds, pulling her closer to his naked loins. 

Cynthia's own hands were moving up and down, caressing his shoulders, sides, 
and sliding downward toward his thighs. And then, she couldn't wait any 
longer. She wanted to take his lust-hardened penis inside her mouth and suck 
it ... until she tasted his virile life-giving sperm again. 

Slowly, she slid downward, dragging her hardened little nipple from his 
mouth until her face was just above the long hard shaft of his youthful 
cock. She heard him groan as her breath hit his sensitive flesh and 
automatically he began pumping his hips upward, reaching for her open mouth. 

Staring with a lewd hunger at his proud young penis, Cynthia slowly lowered 
her ovalled lips and kissed his bulging cock-head. She could feel his 
muscles tense and she quivered with incestuous lust. With a low groan of 
animal hunger, she took his rigidly pulsing organ in her hands, and the 
erotic feel of it caused fluttering sensations in her breasts to move 
downward to her wetly seeping vagina, setting it afire with hungry desire. 
The teenager choked on his own gasping breath but, instead of resisting, he 
crushed his rock-hard cock upward, muttering, "Oh Cyn, do it ... suck it ... 
suck my penis." 

"Don't rush it, honey! Be patient," she crooned as she bent her mouth again 
and kissed the blood-bloated head a second time causing his hardened shaft 
to lurch in lusting anxiety. 

Tenderness was in her smile when she glanced up at her pouting young nephew 
and, with teasing slowness, moved her hand to cup his sperm-swollen 
testicles. Her head lowered again and his penis throbbed hotly against her 
soft cheek as she rubbed her face against its mushroomed tip, caressing it 
with her nose. And then, she licked the virile rod of male flesh, flicking 
her extended tongue around and around it as though it were a delicious candy 
cane. 

"Oh Jeez, Aunt Cyn," he moaned. "Don't stop ... please suck it ... suck my 
cock." 

Encouraged by his lewd words, Cynthia took his wildly throbbing hardness 
deep inside her warm wet mouth and hungrily sucked the full, long length of 
it deep into her throat. As he groaned loudly in pleasure, she cupped his 
testicles again and tenderly massaged them, working with an instinctive 
skill while her throat continued to expand and contract in her desire to 
suck his hardened shaft deep into her throat. 

She wanted to bring him to climax and to drink every delicious drop of his 
warm white semen. She flicked upward with her tongue along the underside of 
her nephew's hotly pulsing cock as, drawing her lips together in a tight 
oval, she sawed her mouth up and down the full rigid length of his 
youthfully hardened flesh. She sucked with a perfect rhythm, her lips 
working back and forth hungrily over his male flesh. 

The excited nephew stared in wonder as her soft warm lips slid up and down 
and her cheeks puckered outward and then back again. His mind was a blur of 
inflamed lust now as his fingers reached down and clutched at her nakedly 
swaying breasts. 

Cynthia went wild with forbidden pleasure, thrilling with erotic desire at 
the touch of his searching hands. Her saliva increased as she fervently 
sucked his throbbing hardness and she vaguely sensed his pre-ejaculate was 
beginning to seep from the burgeoning tip of his cock. Instinctively knowing 
he would like it, she lowered her mouth and licked his swollen balls, and 
then trailed her tongue from scrotum to his tightly puckering little anus. 

Cynthia heard her nephew groan with guttural hunger, and now all she wanted 
to do was rush him to climax, to bring him to the ultimate peak of love ... 
to drink his hot young sperm until it gushed down her throat and filled her 
incestuous belly with joy. A momentary pang of remorse flitted across her 
lust-controlled mind, wavered, and evaporated under the best of her lewd 
desires. Quickly then, she trailed her tongue back over his cum-filled 
testicles, and up along his slender white rod of flesh. She vaguely heard 
her teenaged nephew gurgle with pleasure as her wetly parted lips once again 
slid down over the engorged head of his cock. She was thrilled at the 
thought of bringing him so much rapture. Her hand trembling uncontrollably, 
Cynthia reached down to her ecstatically quivering vagina and began 
thrusting her outstretched middle finger in and out to ease the intolerable 
void up between her legs. 

The naked older woman continued to lick his madly jerking cock as her lips 
encompassed the spongy head, then let it slide full-length back into her 
throat. Her head bobbed greedily up and down as Jack groaned and thrashed 
beneath her, until her own lingers fucked ever faster in and out of her 
hotly clasping cunt. She could feel her climax building up and, at the same 
time, could feel the cum dashing upward in her nephew's long hard penis as 
she sucked with an obscene hunger and swirled her tongue around his 
thickened shaft. While he pumped his spasming hardness in and out of her 
mouth without mercy, she felt her insanely tingling vagina begin to pulsate 
and nibble at her fingers as she savagely thrust in and out of her pussy. 

Abruptly the teenager stiffened and then groaned with a torrent of emotion, 
"Oh goddamn ... fuck ... Cyn, I'm gonna cum ... in your mouth." 

Cynthia thrust her fingers to the hilt in her hotly convulsing cunt as she 
felt the beginning of her young nephew's climax boiling up from his 
sperm-bloated testicles to ejaculate and fill her waiting mouth with white 
hot jism. Her eyes widened in pleasure and her nakedly swaying breasts 
heaved as she tried to swallow the entire length of his exploding penis. She 
frantically dug her fingers into her vagina, in an effort to speed her own 
release, nakedly twisting to feel the hardness of her outstretched fingers 
as they scraped against the nerve-filled walls of her hotly flowing cunt. 
Groaning now, she felt the tide of her climax growing like a gigantic 
balloon about to burst, and finally sweep through her convulsing pussy with 
warm wet gushes of liquid passion. 

The lewdly sucking brunette slid her tightly ovalled mouth up and down on 
her nephew's virile young cock until he grabbed her head and held it in 
close against his loins as he continued to spew hot jets of sperm deep into 
her rapidly working throat. Cynthia continued to suck until his last gasping 
spasms faded away and his cock began to soften. The youth's groans of 
pleasure quieted to sighs of contentment, and his hands no longer pressed 
against her hair as his quivering penis gave one last jerk and slowly 
collapsed. She watched it with lust-slitted eyes and only then did she raise 
herself upward and collapse across his naked young body, pressing her 
desire-swollen breasts tightly around his saliva and semen-coated penis. 

Barely able to make a sound. Jack whispered, "That was neat ... so good." 

Unable to lift her head, Cynthia gasped, "Yes ... it was neat." 

"I like it better than anything," he said with more force, excitement 
returning. 

"Oh yeah," she grinned, still collapsed across his naked body. "Well, what 
about me?" 

"Oh yeah, I didn't even think about that," he lifted his head and smiled 
down at her affectionally. "Yeah, what about you?" 

"Well, we'll do it again ... don't worry!" she assured him. "We'll do it my 
way, too ... sometimes." 

They lay relaxing in satisfied ecstasy for a few minutes before Cynthia 
lifted her head, and said, "We have to get up and get you out in the 
sunshine. Remember?" 

"Yeah, sure, but there's plenty of time." 

"You mean like yesterday," she teased playfully as the teenager grabbed her 
and laughingly kissed her erect little nipple. "No ... no ... please don't" 

Cynthia felt the rekindling of lust in her naked body and gently pushed him 
off the bed. And then, before he could get to her, she jumped up and ran 
from the bedroom, leaving him sitting on the floor laughing. 

It was much later that they both sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. 
Jack, already dressed in a swim suit, lazily stretched and said, "See you 
later. Auntie, after I get some of Uncle Johnny's sunshine." 

While Cynthia went to the sink to wash the dishes, the youth went outside to 
the swimming pool with a towel to get some sun. He wandered around, unaware 
of the scenery or the sparkling blue waters of the pool. His thoughts were 
completely absorbed by his beautiful brunette aunt. He wondered what it was 
going to be like living without her. Maybe she'd let him live with her all 
the time. No, he knew that he'd have to go home some day, but for the 
moment, he was content knowing that Cynthia loved him. And he loved her with 
every part of him ... as a man loves a woman -a hot passionate woman! 

Casually, he flopped down on a lounge by the swimming pool and momentarily 
wondered why they had to have a pool when they lived so near the beach. He 
was vaguely aware of the boy in the yard next door, but he wasn't interested 
in making friends as his uncle had suggested, so he closed his eyes and lay 
basking in the sun. 

"I said hello," a voice interrupted his reverie. 

"Oh, hi. I didn't hear you," Jack mumbled. 

"I know. That's why I said it again," the dark haired youth said as he hung 
to the top of the fence, his eyes just above the top of it. "You visiting 
the Sloane's?" 

Jack grunted in the affirmative. 

"I'm Willie Morgan," the other boy said. 

Jack sighed and looked up. "I'm Jack Stanley." 

"Hi." Jack wanted him to just go away, so he closed his eyes and pretended 
he didn't hear him. 

"Well ..." 

"Well what?" 

"You gonna ask me to swim or not? I've never been in their pool before." 

"Aw, come on if you want to," Jack said sullenly, but his truculence it 
didn't discourage the other teenager who quickly clambered over the fence 
and flopped down on a chaise longue. He stared for a moment at Jack, then 
said, "You're kinda white. Where you from?" 

"Illinois." 

"What grade you in?" 

"I'm supposed to start college in the fall." 

"Oh! I thought..." Willie faltered, then shut up. 

"You thought what?" Jack demanded. 

Willie shrugged. "Well ... you don't seem that old." 

"I'm eighteen." It was said heatedly. 

"Okay ... okay." The Morgan boy was quiet for a few moments, then obviously 
not going to be ignored, continued. "I'm in the eleventh grade this fall." 

Now it was Jack's turn to be surprised. Christ, the kid looked as if he were 
a college football player, shoulders so broad that he had to turn sideways 
to go through doors probably. 

"You're pretty big for your age," Jack said. 

Willie grinned. "Take after the old man, I guess. He's big, and he makes me 
work out at the gym three times a week." 

"Jesus." Jack felt sorry for the other boy. Three days a week at the gym was 
enough to kill anyone normal. "Do you like it?" 

"Aw, sure. It's okay. A drag sometimes when the surf is good at the beach, 
but Dad's a professional wrestler, and he really believes in physical 
fitness." 

"Yen ... I guess he would have to believe it." 

"Maybe you've heard of him? They call him... they call him Maniac Morgan! Of 
course, he's not really a maniac. Jeez! Ordinarily he's the most gentle guy 
in the world." It was said wistfully. 

"Sounds like you think he's pretty great." 

"Yeah, my dad's real fine." He cocked his head as a dog suddenly began 
barking in excitement. "That's Wolf. Sounds like he's treed a cat. Better 
see before he gets his nose clawed again." 

Willie dashed around the pool and easily jumped the fence, was gone only a 
few seconds before he came back followed by a big beautiful German shepherd 
who romped at his heels. The dog paused, alert, as he spotted Jack lying by 
the pool, then came slowly forward, his tail wagging, and sniffed his leg. 

"Get down, Wolf," Willie ordered. 

"Wow! He sure is big," Jack said, unable to conceal his admiration. "Where'd 
you get him?" 

"Dad got him to act as a baby-sitter for me. He trained him to act as a real 
watch dog, but he won't hurt you if you're a friend. 

"Where's your mom?" 

Willie looked away. "She died." 

"That's too bad," Jack answered nervously. 

"It was a long time ago. Anyway, Wolf takes care of me when Dad's gone." The 
boy patted the big dog's head and hugged him while Wolf licked his face with 
his big red tongue. "See, he loves me." 

"That's great, man," Jack sighed. "I never had a dog. My mom doesn't like 
them." He leaned over and scratched the animal behind the ear and was 
rewarded by a lick. Jack laughed out loud and the sound carried into the 
kitchen, causing Cynthia to look out through the window. 

She really wasn't very surprised to see the muscular teenaged boy from next 
door. He was outgoing, but seemed almost a loner - like Jack. Several times 
he had said "hello" to her. But, he was the son of the big ox of a man who 
leered at her, and she had resisted all the boy's efforts to be friendly. 
That arrogant father of his thought he was really something. Wearing 
revealing shirts and pants that fit him like a second skin. "Maniac" Morgan, 
the newspapers called him. And it was a good name, she thought. God! Anyone 
could see the horse-cock he had in his pants. He made damned sure they could 
all see the size of it. She momentarily wondered what kept him from 
splitting his tight pants right down the front every time he stooped over. 

She'd never known Morgan's wife, but she knew that he was a widower. He 
probably killed her with his big stick! She shivered and returned to her 
thoughts of the young boys who had just energetically swam five laps and had 
now fallen exhausted into the lounge chairs by the swimming pool. The 
powerfully rippling muscles of the youth from next door caught her eye, and 
unexpectedly she felt a sudden shiver of excitement. He was larger than 
Jack, and probably his penis was larger too ... I wonder if he's had much 
experience with women. Frightened at her lewd train of thoughts, the young 
dark-haired wife automatically reached for the cabinet that held the bottle 
of brandy. Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't touched it all day. That 
was very strange! Maybe she should leave it along. But as the exciting image 
of the handsome teenager from next door returned to haunt her, she grabbed 
the bottle with shaking hands and poured it into the coffee cup she'd just 
finished washing. 

Abruptly, she decided to drink the brandy and then go out and join the boys 
for a swim. Afterwards, she could invite him in ... for a Coke. After all, 
that would be legitimate ... he was a neighbor! 

Shrugging off the warnings emanating from her brain, Cynthia hurried to the 
bedroom and put on a bikini so skimpy that just about every inch of her 
sensual flesh was nakedly exposed. After a moment of thought, she put on a 
pair of dark sunglasses so that no one could see her eyes. When she moved in 
front of the mirror, she casually noted that her breast would fall out if 
she stooped over, and also, a few curling black pubic hairs trailed out the 
edge of her bikini bottoms. The outline of her fleshy vaginal lips could be 
seen each time she turned, and the young wife smiled in satisfaction at the 
enticing sight of her nakedly curving ass cheeks. What the hell, she 
rationalized. Jack's seen it already and Willie won't even notice ... unless 
I tease him a little. Seductively, Cynthia sauntered from the bedroom, out 
the kitchen door and, deliberately swaying her hips in a provocative manner, 
she stepped onto the diving board. She was just about to dive in when she 
turned as if surprised and said, "Well, hello, Willie. I didn't know you 
were here." 

The blushing younger boy had already seen his almost naked neighbor and was 
too embarrassed to even look at her. Now as he stared at her lewdly 
positioned body, feet a few inches apart and her fleshy upthrust breasts 
thrust out toward him, he felt his excitement suddenly becoming a drumbeat 
in his groin. He gaped in wonder and whispered, in a voice that could hardly 
speak, "Hi ... Hi, Mrs. Sloane." 

Jack was also staring and his head reeled at the vision of his beautiful 
Aunt who was his mistress. "I invited him over," he stammered. "It's all 
right isn't it?" 

"Oh sure ... sure," she answered as she turned and quickly dove into the 
pool. 

Jack was so embarrassed that the couldn't look at his newly made friend. 
Christ! How could Cynthia come outside with that tight little suit on? Her 
whole pussy was almost showing, and she seemed to be proud of it ... as if 
she were advertising it! 

"Jeez! Shit!" Willie groaned, "She's something!" His eyes were bugged out on 
a stem and without thinking, he let out a wolf whistle that pierced Jack's 
ears. 

"Yeah," the blond youth said in a whisper. He wished he could knock the 
younger boy's teeth out. It was rude to whistle at a lady but then, Cynthia 
hadn't looked like a lady ... no, she looked almost like a whore! Jealousy 
was a new sentiment for Jack, but that was what he was feeling. He wanted to 
be the only one to see his aunt's voluptuous body. 

Seconds later, Cynthia jumped up and out of the pool and jiggled across the 
cement edging toward the boys. Wolf who had been lying in the shade came 
racing back and jumped up on the wet dripping woman. She trembled from fear 
and shrank back, nervously trying to escape the big dog who was already 
licking at her moist face. "Get away! Oh God! Get away from me!" she 
practically screamed. The brunette housewife was frightened of all big dogs. 
When she had been only ten years old, a big Doberman Pincer had attacked 
her. Her mother had chased him away before he chewed her too badly, but the 
fear had remained to this day, and she refused to have any kind of dog 
around her. 

Wolf dropped to the ground and began licking her legs instead. By now she 
was shivering so badly that she stood still afraid to move. The big German 
shepherd sniffed upward from her ankles and stopped at the 'vee' of her 
loins. He sniffed, and then gave one big swiping lick at her water-dripping 
vaginal slit covered only by the thin piece of nylon. Cynthia was too 
shocked to control the gasp that escaped her fear tightened throat. She felt 
the first tremors of sexual desire inundating her loins and she was 
confused. How could she possibly become excited by a frightful animal 
sniffing at her vagina. She was staring with glazed eyes at the two youths 
when she heard the neighbor boy saying, "Wolf ... stop that!" 

The dog, however, only nuzzled in deeper and his tongue licked the insides 
of her thigh. 

Willie jumped up and slapped the big German shepherd on his haunches. Wolf 
had never been hit by his master before, and he stared at him with mournful 
eyes as he slunk away with his tail hanging down. He lay in the shade again 
staring at Willie, his eyes asking for an explanation. 

"I'm ... I don't know why he did that, Mrs. Sloane. I'll take him home if 
you want me to. 

"No, that's all right Willie, as long as he stays away from me. I'm terribly 
frightened of dogs," Cynthia shivered, then forced a smile. "Why don't we go 
in and have something cold to drink? That way he can't bother me." 

"He wouldn't hurt you ... unless I told him to. And I ain't gonna do that," 
Willie was shamed, but also protective of Wolf. 

"He might not hurt me, but he sure has a big mouth ... and God, what a 
tongue," she said and shuddered. That broke the ice and all three of them 
laughed as they walked to the kitchen door. Cynthia went to her room to run 
a comb through her hair, and when she came back to the kitchen she found the 
two youths laughing and whispering together like old time friends. For a 
moment she felt left out as she stood at the sink filling the three glasses 
with cold lemonade. If she let them get too close, Jack might go off with 
Willie and leave her alone all the time. No, she couldn't have that. It 
would even be worse now that she'd had a taste of being happy. But on the 
other hand, if she included the youth from next door in her plans, she 
wouldn't have to worry. 

Thoughtfully, she placed the lemonade in front of the boys and sat down 
herself. Vaguely, she heard them discussing going to the beach, but all she 
thought of was what it would be like to have two youthfully virile penises 
sliding in and out of her vagina, giving her double enjoyment. Shaking with 
excitement, she suddenly jumped up from the chair and went to the sink where 
she stood staring out the window. It was a terrible thing she was 
contemplating - the corruption of yet another teenaged boy. But this one was 
even more dangerous than her nephew. He had a father close at hand! 

And his father was an awful man! She just knew it. And he probably was 
sadistic as well! A shudder went through her body as she made her decision. 
She would do it. And to hell with the consequences. 

Turning back toward the boys to say something, she caught them whispering 
again. Pretending that she was angry with them, she snapped, "Jack, what are 
you talking about?" 

This was going to be easy! And she didn't even have to figure it out! It was 
right there in front of her. Before her teenaged nephew could answer, she 
continued, "You promised! You promised to keep our secret." 

"But... Cyn ..." 

"Don't Cyn me ... Aunt Cynthia to you," she ranted. "Now you've told Willie 
everything." 

"No ... you're wrong...! wouldn't ... I didn't ..." he stammered, almost in 
pain as he saw his aunt cover her eyes with her hands and begin to sob. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. Sloane. He didn't ..." Willie 
gasped, confused at the violence of her accusation. Unable to finish the 
sentence, he tried to stand up and leave the house, but with teenaged 
awkwardness knocked the chair over with a loud crash. 

"Don't lie to me ... he did. I know he did," Cynthia sobbed in pretended 
betrayal. When neither one of the startled boys said anything, she 
continued, "Admit that you told him, Jack ... I know you told him I let you 
make love to me." 

"You're nuts... you don't know what you're saying," Jack said heatedly as he 
stood up and backed away from her. Repulsed at what she was saying in front 
of his newly made friend. "I didn't ... I didn't ... I didn't ..." 

"Wha ... wha ... I thought she said ..." Willie stammered. "What did she 
say. Jack?" 

"I'm ... you mean you didn't ... you weren't whispering about me?" Cynthia 
asked in an obviously distraught voice. "I thought ... I was sure ...Oh God, 
honey, please forgive me." 

Quickly, she rushed to her youthful nephew and hugged him tightly against 
her practically naked breast and crooned, "Please forgive me, honey ... I'm 
so sorry ..." 

"It's okay, but ... but now Willie knows ...you told him." he had a 
frightened look on his face. 

"Willie, you have to keep our secret now ... you mustn't ever tell anyone 
that I let Jack fuck me," she slurred over the obscene word, but Willie 
still didn't miss it and that was the way she'd planned it: get him 
interested and then tell him more. 

"Wha ... what did you say. Mrs. Sloane?" the neighbor boy gasped, his virile 
young cock lurching in his swimming trunks. 

"Should I tell him anymore, Jack," she asked, making a frown of concern 
showing on her face. 

"I guess so! The more he knows, the easier for him to keep it a secret," 
Jack trembled, ashamed of what his friend was going to hear. Not ashamed of 
having done it, but not wanting anyone to know about it. 

"It's nothing really, Willie. I'm just teaching my nephew about the art of 
love-making. You see, he was still a virgin when he came here, and needed 
help." 

"Ah ... that's nothing. Jack ... I ... me, too," he gasped as he jiggled his 
foot nervously. 

"Well, of course you know that part of love-making is the act of 
intercourse, or better known in your circles as fucking," Cynthia said 
seriously, still controlling the grin that threatened to break through. 

"Jesus Christ," Willie choked. Abruptly he was frightened by what was 
transpiring and he knew he had to get the hell out of this nut house. Mrs. 
Sloane didn't know what she was saying. They couldn't do a thing like that! 
They were kin-folks! Still, though, in spite of his resolve to leave, he 
heard his own surprised voice croaking: ''You don't mean it ... Jack ... did 
you ... I mean did she let you?" The younger boy appeared in a state of 
shock and unbelieving confusion. It was true he was still a virgin, but he'd 
always had crawling hands and every chance he got he would feel up a girl. 
Boobs were his favorite, but once in a while when he was with his 
girlfriend, Molly, he'd put his hand up her mini-skirt and feel her hot 
little pussy before she made him take it away. And maybe, one day he'd even 
fuck her. But a beautiful grown up woman like Mrs. Sloane? Jesus! His 
comprehension couldn't handle that one. 

"That's what she said," Jack drew himself up and said bravely. He wasn't 
going to let her make a fool of him in front of Willie, and then have his 
new friend go off somewhere and tell everyone that Jack Morgan was an idiot. 
After all, he was a man now and had to act like one. "Yeah, sure we fucked. 
So what?" 

"Ah ... sure ... yeah!" The teenager from next door stammered as his eyes 
lit up with lewd interest, and once again his voice spoke as if it had a 
mind of its own. "Tell me about it. I don't know anything either." 

"All right, darling. I will if you promise never to breath a word of it to 
anyone. In fact, if you swear that you'll keep our secret, I'll let you 
watch the next lesson." 

"Aunt Cyn!" 

''I promise ... I promise ... Scout's honor ... I promise ..." Willie broke 
in, dancing with excitement, his throbbing penis about to kill him already. 

"Aunt Cyn," Jack continued. "You can't. I don't want you to ... " His 
pleading voice and stricken eyes surprised Cynthia, but she was far too 
excited now to let his protests thwart her plans. 

"Wouldn't you like to pull my swim suit down, honey so Willie can see?" 

Jack was numb with shock and embarrassment. He wanted to run away from it 
all, but if he made her angry she might never let him see her again. Hanging 
his head in indecision, the teenage nephew shivered with a combination of 
lewd excitement and anguish. It was all right for the two of them to do it, 
but it would be awful to have someone watching. 

"Well, maybe Willie will do it for you," Cynthia teased, standing with her 
legs spread apart and hands on her hips. 

"No ... I ... I'll do it if you want me to," he stammered. "Are you sure ... 
you know what your doing, don't you?" His trapped looking eyes moved from 
one to the other of his captors. 

"Yes, Jack, honey, I'm sure. You do love me, don't you?" she pouted, her 
lewd thoughts of the two youths, both naked at the same time and fucking her 
one after the other, almost drove her out of her mind. But then, some 
strange sense of disaster suddenly shivered through her almost naked body 
and she tried to rationalize what she was doing. She shouldn't take such a 
terrible chance! She already had her sweet young nephew, so why was she 
doing this terrible thing. Seducing the son of her next door neighbor! But, 
it was already too late. Willie knew about her and Jack, and if she didn't 
involve him too, he would probably tell his father about it. Blackmail was 
the only way out. Besides, now she could ease her fevered brain by proving 
that it was a necessity ... a protection against the next door youth 
revealing her secret. 

Anyway, the time for shame and second-thoughts had passed, evaporated under 
the intense heat of her forbidden desire. She turned to her teenage nephew 
and eagerly said, "Take my swim panties off, honey." 

Jack nervously moved toward his aunt and reached for the top of her bikini 
pants. The second he felt the warm naked flesh of her taut little belly, he 
groaned at the hungry need that suddenly filled him. There was no time for 
feeling ashamed now, only time for caressing her lushly exciting body. And 
then, he peeled the tight swim bottoms down over the fleshy globes of her 
soft white buttocks, down the long slender columns of her legs, and quickly 
dropped them to the floor where Cynthia stood. 

Impatiently, she kicked them aside and smiled seductively at the staring 
faces of the two open-mouthed youths. Teasingly then, she reached behind her 
and removed the brassiere-top letting it jump forward as her firm upthrust 
breasts lurched free of the restricting cloth. Then, lifting it over her 
head, she dropped it to the floor alongside her panties and stood posing in 
front of them. 

Jack was taking in every inch of his aunt's sensually familiar nakedness 
while the youth from next door gaped in startled disbelief. The lewdly 
exciting sight and his own painfully throbbing cock combined to frighten 
him. It was really too much for his youthful brain to accept, and his only 
thought was of getting away from the naked woman in front of him before he 
did something he might be sorry for later. He moved nervously back a step 
toward the door. 

"Did I do something wrong, Willie? Don't you like my body?" she murmured as 
she held out her arms and moved toward him. 

"Yes ... sure, Mrs. Sloane, I like you a lot, but... but... ," his voice 
cracked with adolescent anxiety. "I think ... I hear my Dad calling." 

"No you don't. Your father is working," she soothed. "It's all right. All 
you're going to do is watch." 

Willie hesitated, stared at Jack, and then seemed to relax, and reconsider. 
His friend didn't seem to be afraid and it was his aunt. Maybe it was all 
right after all. He'd never heard of such a thing, but his Dad had always 
kept a close watch on him ... and was awful strict about sex! 

Taking the young neighbor by the hand, she led him back to where her nephew 
was standing and said, "Jack, take Willie to the bedroom ... your room. I'll 
be right there." 

No sooner had the two boys disappeared than Cynthia quickly lifted the 
brandy bottle from the cupboard and drank straight from the bottle. God! She 
needed that liquid courage. Now, it would be all right, for sure! 

Seconds later, she, too, walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As 
soon as she saw the two boys sitting silent on the edge of the bed, she 
smiled and said, "Willie, I think you should sit on the chair so you can see 
better." 

Too choked up to speak, his eyes still wide and staring, the teenaged 
neighbor looked at the older woman with glazed eyes, unable to turn away. 
His wildly pulsating penis jerked again when he saw her reach for her own 
nephew and begin stripping his swim suit down his hips and legs, completely 
removing them. He saw his newly made friend's penis jump out and stand 
straight up, and realized that his would do the same thing if she took his 
trunks off. 

Cynthia turned and looked momentarily at Willie, but changed her mind about 
removing his clothes, too. It might be safer to let him keep his pants on 
for the time being. The poor baby was white as a sheet and looked like he 
was scared to death. 

Knowing that she was the star performer in a scene they all would remember 
for always, Cynthia reached down with trembling fingers and touched her 
nephew's rigidly stiffened penis. It jerked and lurched like a broken 
spring. Slowly, she enclosed the warmly throbbing hardness in the palm of 
her hand and circled her fingers tightly around its slender length, causing 
both youths to groan with excitement. 

"Lie down, baby, quickly," she said urgently. She had to have his beautiful 
young cock up inside her lewdly pulsing vagina now! Her powerful sexual 
demands were begging for release, and the brandy she'd drank was urging her 
on to action. "You must show Willie how you do it." 

The neighbor boy sat nervously in the chair near the bed and stared at his 
new friend as Jack lay down on the bed and spread his legs, the older woman 
still holding his wildly lurching cock. His own penis was about to kill him, 
but he sure didn't want her to know about it. Shit! He would sure like to be 
in Jack's place. When he saw Mrs. Sloane begin a slow steady stroking of her 
nephew's lust-hardened cock, Willie's entire brain became inflamed with the 
salacious scene in front of him ... his own uncomfortable position 
forgotten. Mrs. Sloane was lovingly and tenderly sliding her fingers up and 
down over Jack's teenage rod of flesh, and teasingly nipped at the blood 
engorged head with her thumb and forefinger. Willie could see his friend's 
closed eyes and the look of far-out pleasure etched on his face. 

Abruptly his own persistently throbbing penis bothered him again and he 
recklessly reached down and began to caress his swim-trunk covered erection. 
With his conscious mind finally accepting the overpowering lewdness of what 
the woman and boy were doing, Willie shoved his hand down inside his swim 
suit, gripped his long hard cock and began stroking it. 

When the naked older woman moved her body up and over the naked boy lying on 
his back, Willie gaped at her hair-lined pussy slit and began stroking his 
pulsating shaft of erotic sensation even harder, fighting to keep from 
dimming. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he continued to stare 
at the hovering pink slit directly over his friend's fully erected penis. 

Slowly and teasingly, Cynthia lowered her quivering vaginal opening down, 
down, down, until the bulbous head of her nephew's rock-hard young cock 
pressed into the soft fleshy lips of her feverish cunt. Leaning forward, 
balancing herself on all fours, the youthful aunt leaned forward and scraped 
her breasts against his cock, then pressed her mouth into his ear, "Shove 
your sweet, wonderful penis in, honey. Show Willie what it looks like." 

Instinctively, Jack thrust his hips upward, burying his pulsating penis deep 
inside his aunt's warmly chafing cunt. Her pussy was so hot and tight that 
he gurgled with lewd desire, and his face went slack, his eyes fixed on her 
lust-contorted expression. Cynthia responded with a loud moan of incestuous 
pleasure and began bouncing up and down on his virile young shaft, riding 
him like a horse, tightening her vaginal muscles to feel every pulsating 
inch of his youthful flesh sliding in and out of her tingling vaginal 
passage. 

Cynthia trembled with a combination of hot alcoholic and sexual drunkenness. 
Her shamelessly aroused body felt an absolute power over the innocent young 
boy beneath her. Oh God! He brought her pleasure like she'd never known with 
a grown man, and now that she was experiencing it, she'd never give it up. 
Never! Her nakedly kneeling body shuddered in anxiousness for the moment she 
would let her next door neighbor's son do the same thing to her. She lifted 
her face and smiled at the lewd sight of Willie Morgan sitting in the chair 
with his hand inside his swim trunks and jerking away like mad. The youth 
was staring with glazed eyes, unable to look away even when she grinned at 
him. Well, she'd do something about that later ... right now ... she needed 
her nephew lover to satisfy her. 

Obscene fires of lust gnawed at her nerve endings and Cynthia's naked flesh 
tingled with throbbing hunger as her teenage nephew fucked in and out of her 
tightly clutching vagina, taunting her erect clitoris with his slender 
hardened shaft of flesh as his youthful hips smacked upward into her pelvis, 
forcing her thighs even farther apart. 

"Oooohhhhh ... Cyn ..." Jack choked as his aunt began twisting and writhing 
on top of him, tightening her soft warm pussy and using her vaginal muscles 
to nip and squeeze the end of his painfully throbbing cock. ''Oh shit ... 
Cyn ... shit ... I can't help i t ... I'm ... Aaaa gggghhhhhhh!" 

Cynthia's mind was a bubbling cauldron of incestuous desire, and his words 
only spurred her on to give him even more pleasure. He was already helpless 
against her sexual stimulation, and she smiled to herself in lustful 
satisfaction as his hips rose and fell, driving his beautiful rigid cock 
ever deeper up into her greedy vagina. 

"Yes ... oh yes, darling ... fuck it ... fuck ... oh yes ... harder! Harder! 
Harder!" she chanted, forgetting all about Willie. 

The obscenity spewing from his aunt's mouth was too much for the teenage 
boy, and he suddenly rasped with a lust-constricted voice, "Oh Cyn ... I'm 
cumming ... I can't hold it ... I can't ... Aaaggggghhhhhhh! I'M CUMMING ... 
CU ... CUMMING!" 

Cynthia wasn't ready for him to climax ... she was on the verge of orgasm, 
but not there yet. Oh shit, she thought in disgust, I'll just have to get it 
hard again! And then, as she felt her nephew's wildly jerking penis 
ejaculating up inside her hungrily throbbing pussy, she lifted her face and 
only when she saw the distorted face of the lust-crazed neighbor boy did she 
remember that he was there. Well, there was her answer! She'd just have to 
use Willie's hardened young cock to finish her off. 

"Willie, baby," she called seductively. "You shouldn't be doing that nasty 
thing ... by yourself. Come here to me," She lifted one leg and moved to the 
foot of the bed away from her loudly breathing nephew and, still kneeling on 
all fours, waved her smoothly rounded buttocks backward in lewd invitation. 
"Come on Willie, play with my pussy instead. You can't fuck me, yet, but you 
can play with me, and it'll make you cum." 

Willie was so excited that he didn't question her reasoning, as a matter of 
fact, he was satisfied just to touch her beautiful body. Quickly he jumped 
up and moved across the room to the foot of the bed behind her nakedly 
kneeling body. 

"Take off your swim suit first," 

Cynthia said, staring back at him, wanting to get a look at his youthful 
penis. 

Willie stripped the swim suit from his buttocks and shoved it down his 
muscular thighs and quickly stepped out of it. 

Oh yes, he has such a beautiful cock. Cynthia leered at the hardened virile 
shaft and thought that even though it was bigger than Jack's, it couldn't 
possibly feel better. 

And then, dropping to his knees behind the nakedly kneeling neighbor woman, 
Willie began caressing her softly curving ass-cheeks. Moving down to the 
widely split crevice, he timidly dipped his outstretched middle fingers into 
the wetly clasping flesh up between her quivering thighs. When she groaned 
in encouragement, he began to slide them back and forth through her 
cum-moistened vaginal slit. The lewdness of her nakedly waving hips drove 
his already lust-tortured body to make further experiments. His heart was 
hammering out of his chest as his already dampened middle finger moved 
upward and tentatively pushed against her puckering anal ring. Her lewd 
groan of delight was immediately followed by the backward thrust of her 
puckering anus, and his finger slipped unimpeded into the hot buttery depths 
of her rectum. 

Balancing herself on her shoulders, Cynthia reached back and pulled the 
fleshy globes of her buttocks apart so that he could see not only the entire 
naked slit of her cunt, but the puckered little hole of her anus as it 
nibbled in hunger at his impaling finger. 

The obscenity of the scene in front of him provoked the young boy into such 
an intolerable state of sexual desire that his cum-filled balls felt as if 
they were about to explode. Oh shit, why couldn't he fuck her too? All he 
needed to do was shove his madly throbbing penis inside her hot little cunt 
once, and that would be all there was to it. He'd cum without even moving 
it. 

"Do you like that, Willie, darling," Cynthia taunted, teasingly wiggling her 
ass-cheeks back at the neighbor boy kneeling behind her. 

Willie Morgan was almost incoherent as he gasped and struggled for breath. 
His painfully throbbing cock was lurching in impatience as his outstretched 
finger sawed in and out of the older woman's lewdly puckering anus. 

Cynthia could feel the heat boiling up in her belly, and she was moaning in 
frustration, wanting the handsome boy to fuck her with his long hard penis 
instead of just his finger, but she knew it was important to let him be the 
aggressor. If it was his decision then, it would be his responsibility and 
he'd have to keep it a secret. 

While the nakedly kneeling brunette's thoughts were going wild, Willie's 
mind was also reeling with the impact of what he was witnessing. The 
salacious sight of the older woman's gaping pink pussy slit, and the 
actuality of his finger impaling her asshole was too much for his immature 
mind. Suddenly, he knew he was going to stick his cock up inside her soft 
warm cunt, even if she killed him ... or even if she told his father. He 
just couldn't help himself! It was almost as if he were hypnotized. Slowly, 
shuddering with the knowledge of what he was planning to do, Willie grasped 
his pulsating shaft and shuffled forward until the blood-filled end of his 
cock was nuzzling into the hair between her legs. Then without warning, he 
rammed forward, never missing a stroke of his plunging finger in and out of 
her forbidden hole. He almost screamed with overpowering ecstasy as his long 
rod of male flesh was buried to the hilt deep inside the soft liquid heat of 
her tightly clenching vagina. Then groaning, he held his lust-hardened penis 
motionless up inside her hotly moistened passage, afraid to move for fear of 
blowing the top of his head off. 

"Oh no ... no ... " Cynthia wiggled in a false attempt to dislodge the boy's 
solid fleshy instrument. "I don't want you to fuck me! No ... you can't do 
that." 

But even as the brunette woman struggled, loud gasps of pleasure came out of 
her throat as she felt exquisite rapture from the youth's virilely throbbing 
penis. The combination of his long hard cock deep up inside her vagina and 
his outstretched finger sawing in and out of her rectum whipped the 
submissively kneeling housewife to the verge of an immediate orgasm. Oh God! 
She needed him to move his penis ... fuck her hard and deep. Just a couple 
of strokes -that was all she needed. 

Meanwhile, Willie's young cock was pulsating so rapidly that he was sure he 
was going to cum before he ever got a chance to move it. In determination, 
he gritted his teeth and began a wild maniacal thrusting of his painfully 
swollen penis, in and out of Mrs. Sloane's hotly clasping pussy. Animal-like 
groans escaped his lust-hoarsened throat and the moans were answered by the 
older woman as he rhythmically rammed his middle finger into her tightly 
nibbling anal hole. 

"Oooohhhhhh ... aaaaaa ggghhhhhhh ... it feels good ... I guess I'll let you 
... but you shouldn'ttttttt ..." Cynthia suddenly became a writhing mass of 
lust. "Harder ... lover ... Oh shit, fuck me harder." 

Willie was only vaguely aware of her words, but it didn't make any 
difference. He was going to fuck her even if she said he couldn't. He was 
unable to stop now ... he had to cum. Her pussy was too hot and tight ... he 
felt his orgasm building too soon, but there was not a way to stop it, and 
he didn't care. "Aaagggghhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh" he gurgled as his virile young 
sperm spewed high up inside her vaginal cavity and rammed his finger as far 
as he could up into her rectal passage. His convulsive actions brought a 
feeling of masochistic pain to Cynthia's sensitive anus, but before she 
could complain, she felt her own climax hit her with the force and 
suddenness of a sonic boom, and she began wailing in delight. 

"Yes ... that's it ... harder ... keep fucking ... I'm cumming! 
Aaaggghhhhhhh! Oh yes...oohhhhhhh ..." 

Cynthia gasped out her ecstasy while Willie emptied every drop of his white 
hot semen high up inside her hungrily nibbling pussy. The youth had thought 
about what it would be like to cum inside a woman's cunt, but it would have 
been impossible for him to describe what it really felt like ... even now. 
It was so powerful that it blanked out the conscious mind and besides, there 
were no words to do it justice. But there was one thing he would remember 
for the rest of his life ... the incredible relaxation that enveloped his 
body in a cocoon of satisfaction. And then, as he collapsed to the floor at 
the foot of the bed, his penis pulling from her cum-filled pussy, and his 
trembling finger popping out of the tightly restricting anal muscles, he 
felt the most overpowering love for Mrs. Sloane ... he would worship her 
forever. 

Cynthia collapsed on her heaving belly, nakedly displayed beside her nephew 
whose eyes were still closed. He had heard his aunt and Willie, but having 
been satisfied himself, he was willing for his friend to enjoy it too. 

Now, he lifted his head and looked at Cynthia's nakedly displayed body and 
momentarily wondered if he would always have to share her with Willie now 
that he knew all about them. Reaching out in loving compassion, he cuddled 
her to his naked body, his mouth pressed against the soft flesh of her right 
breast. 

"My darling," she murmured as she smiled in contentment as Jack sucked her 
nipple up into his mouth and used his teeth on the sensitive flesh. 

Suddenly her smile faded to a frown and her mind flooded with the knowledge 
that she had let her neighbor's young son make love to her. Quickly, she sat 
up on the bed and whispered, "Willie! I told you not to do it to me. You 
forced me. Now, you're a rapist." 

"But ... I didn't ... you ... did I?" he stammered, fear filling his 
ecstasy-glazed eyes. 

"Yes, you did. You raped me!" She paused a second, then smiled. "But I'll 
forgive you if you promise not to tell anyone what you did. You must give me 
your word that you'll keep it a secret." 

"I won't tell a soul ... I promise," the youth whispered gratefully. 

"Well, just you remember. It will be your neck if you do tell. I have Jack 
for a witness. He'll say that you raped me." 

She studied his troubled face thoughtfully for a moment, then winked and put 
her hand under her left breast. "Jack's busy with my other tit, but this 
one's for you, darling ... if you want it!" 

A moment later she had her arms around each of the naked teenagers, each of 
whom was sucking like an infant on her breasts. 

No woman has ever been happier, she thought ... she lay back in contentment 
as the boys paid homage to her body. 

 CHAPTER SIX The summer passed too quickly for them all. 

Seven weeks later Cynthia Sloane had stopped worrying about the right or 
wrong of what she was doing. Also, she had lost all anxiety of someone 
finding out about it. She had worked out a sure-fire system where her 
husband couldn't possibly find out and had also filched some of his dirty 
pictures to hold over his head if he ever said anything. Actually, she was 
sure Dr. John Sloane was happy that she'd stopped bugging him. He seemed to 
be more at ease with her now that she didn't complain. A couple of times 
she'd even come close to orgasm with him when he came to bed turned on from 
looking at his lewd pornographic photographs. 

As for herself, the young housewife had long since obliterated all shame and 
regret for what she was doing to the two once-innocent boys. They liked 
making love to her and most especially liked her sucking their youthful 
cocks while they climaxed. They were happy. She was happy. Her husband was 
happy. So who could say that what she was doing was wrong? 

Now, as she lay in bed basking in the soft twilight of sleep and pleasant 
thought, she heard the voices of Jack and Willie coming from her nephew's 
bedroom. The next door neighbor boy was in her house just about all day 
every day and had been for several weeks. Fortunately, with the swimming 
pool, she had a good excuse for him being there. Now as the whispers and 
giggles penetrated her waking brain, she trembled as she realized for the 
first time that the summer was almost over. It was impossible to imagine 
being alone again. Would she revert back to being an unhappy neurotic wife? 

She knew that once Jack was gone, Willie would be in school and couldn't be 
at her house every day without his father becoming suspicious. Selfishly, 
she didn't think of what would happen to the two teenage boys ... or what 
their life was going to be like after they left her loving arms. 

Logically, she felt she was right not to worry. Youth forgets and adjusts to 
new experiences far more easily than an adult. But the one thing she thought 
about and wanted to do was protect the two boys at all cost. They had given 
her such unforgettable pleasure that she never wanted them to hurt because 
of it. And then, shivering with undisguised fear, she suspected that her 
punishment, if she were to be punished, would be the loneliness after they 
were gone. If you've never known heaven, she thought, you don't know what it 
is. But once you've felt the ecstasy of total sexual satisfaction, there is 
no going back. Nothing can take the place of it. 

Suddenly she lurched into full consciousness as she heard the front door 
doorbell ring. Unwilling to go to the door, she crawled across the bed and 
peered out the bedroom window to see who it was. She had an unobstructed 
view of the front door because her husband had planned it that way so she 
wouldn't open the door to strangers. 

Now, she saw Willie Morgan's father standing at the door. Disgustingly ugly, 
Cynthia thought as she saw the tough-looking wrestler punch the doorbell 
again. A second later the boys went laughingly down the hallway toward the 
front door. She listened at the window and heard Willie say, "I'm here, Dad. 
I thought it might be you." 

"It's okay, son. I'm going to the gym to work out. Wanta come with me?" 

"No! It's too hot, Dad. Jack and I are going to swim." 

"If it's okay with Mrs. Sloane, I don't mind," she heard the big man saying. 
"You're sure you aren't making a pest out of yourself? 

"She's asleep now, but you can call her and ask her," Willie said. 

"Honest, Mr. Morgan, it's all right. Aunt Cynthia said so," she heard her 
nephew interject. 

Cynthia Sloane was totally unaware of the worried man's thoughts as he 
turned away from the door and walked away. She didn't know that he'd become 
suspicious of his son staying at his neighbors so much of the time. Willie 
didn't talk to him anymore, didn't work out at the gym ... seemed a helluva 
lot older, too, all of a sudden. Also, when he had left his son earlier that 
day, he had a premonition that something was drastically wrong. 

As Cynthia's eyes followed him down the driveway, she didn't know that he 
almost turned around and went back to get Willie and take him with him. All 
she was aware of was the fact that she had the two handsome young boys to 
play with again all day. The dark-haired housewife drew back from the window 
as Willie's father turned around and stared at the house. He was so big! And 
that awful bulge of his genitals in those tight pants ... and the way he 
leered when he looked at her! She shivered at just the thought of that 
monster touching her. He probably had a horse-cock that would split her wide 
open! She shuddered and immediately dismissed the thought of him as she 
remembered the pleasure Jack and Willie were wanting to give her. 

Today was going to be a special day. She'd promised Willie to show him 
something new. Well, let's see ... what hadn't they done? She'd been 
thoroughly satisfied with her neighbor's muscular son from the very first 
time, but he still couldn't take the place of her nephew. Jack was extra 
special. Probably the lewd excitement she felt stemmed from the fact that 
her relationship with Jack was incestuous and therefore absolutely 
forbidden. 

She grinned as she remembered her nephew demanding that she give up Willie. 
He was jealous and wanted her all to himself he'd said, but she'd convinced 
him that they had no choice but to share with Willie, otherwise he might 
give away their secret. Only after convincing him that she wasn't interested 
in replacing him with the younger boy did he accept his friend and since 
then even seemed to be happier having Willie as a partner in team-fucking 
her. 

It was strange, but even after such a long time, she still became 
shamelessly excited every time she saw her nephew naked and his slender 
penis so virilely hardened. Suddenly now, she realized that her eagerly 
throbbing vagina was beginning to moisten and prepare for today's "lesson." 
She'd have to make it short this morning because this was shopping day. 
After all, in spite of the fun and games, she had to keep up with the daily 
activities expected of her. 

And then she saw the door slowly opening and two tousled heads appear, eyes 
wide and round. She pretended sleep and listened while they tiptoed in. 

"I think she's still asleep," Willie whispered. 

"Yeah, I guess so," Jack sighed. 

"Sure wish she'd wake up." 

"Hey, I got an idea," her teenage nephew whispered. 

"Yeah, what?" 

"Let's take the sheet_ off and then wake her up ... slowly, and then if she 
doesn't wake up, I'll spread her legs and stick my cock into her pussy 
before she knows what hit her." 

"Okay ... want some help?" the neighbor boy asked. 

Jack motioned with his finger for his friend to go to the other side of the 
bed. Then silently they lifted the sheet and pulled it down. 

Cynthia could hear their gasp of unchecked desire as they saw her nakedly 
displayed body. She was lying on her back, arm over her head, and her legs 
slightly parted with one knee bent. A perfect position for what they had in 
mind, she thought, desperately trying to pretend sleep and hoping her lewd 
excitement wouldn't spoil the game for them. 

The lovely brunette woman lay perfectly still as she felt her nephew quietly 
climb on the foot of the bed and creep upward until he was poised over her 
nakedly exposed vaginal slit. And then she felt the heated tip of his penis 
pressing into the already moistened slit of her vagina. Oh God! Why didn't 
he hurry and put it in her? She was going crazy with lust as she lay still, 
waiting for Jack to slam his long hard cock deep up inside her vagina. 

What she couldn't see with her eyes closed was the obscene desire etched on 
her nephew's youthful face. Unable to control his hunger any longer, he 
slammed downward with his rigidly stiffened penis and impaled her tight 
little cunt with one long thrust. 

"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed in lewd delight, giving up the pretense of 
sleeping, and wrapping her long lithe legs around his naked buttocks. 

Her cry was so loud that Jack almost lost his erection and Willie seemed 
almost poised for flight, his hand on the doorknob. The two boys looked at 
each other as they realized the voluptuous older woman had been awake all 
the time and began laughing. 

A smile spread across Cynthia's face. She giggled and said, "You took long 
enough." 

"You were awake all the time," 

Jack snickered. 

"That was fun," Willie said, subsiding in a silent grin as the older woman 
nodded in reply. 

"Well, that was your special for today," Cynthia teased. "I gotta go 
shopping. How about some help?" 

"Can't," Willie said. "A friend, Tim Malone, is coming to stay all night 
with me. Dad will be home at one o'clock, too." 

"We'd better hurry, then." The smiling woman reached down and slowly began 
massaging Willie's penis in rhythm to the strokes of Jack's warmly pulsating 
hardness fucking in and out of her tight vaginal passage. Then she pulled 
him forward until his hardy young cock was close to her face. She closed her 
eyes in rapture and ovalled her lips as she sucked his pulsing virility into 
the soft warm wetness of her mouth. 

And with that, the room became silent except for the lewd sounds of sexual 
fervor that rose in intensity and then became sighs of satisfaction as the 
two young boys and the older woman became one. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN That evening at Willie's house there were two youthful heads 
close together with long bouts of whispering between them. 

"Hey Tim," Willie whispered as they lay side by side in twin beds. "Did you 
ever fuck a girl?" 

"Wha ... what did you say," his long time friend asked in barely a whisper. 

"Did you ever ball a girl?" 

"Course not! You know I'm scared to death of girls," the thin, immature 
redheaded boy replied. 

"Well, I wanta tell you something," Willie looked around as though expecting 
someone to hear and sneakily turned back to his friend. 

"About a girl?" 

"Well, kinda. But you gotta promise to never tell anyone," Willie said 
warningly. 

"I promise," Tim Malone whispered, his eyes big and round. 

"Nan! I better not." 

"Well, you know I won't tell anyone, but if you don't want to tell me, I 
don't care," Tim sighed and closed his eyes. 

"I want to tell you, but you might give it away," Willie said as he got up 
from his bed and stepped over to the bed where Tim was lying. Then he knelt 
down beside him and whispered, "It's really something." 

"I promise I won't tell anyone," Tim said as he stared wide-eyed at his 
friend. 

"You know Mrs. Sloane?" 

"Who?" 

"Next door... you know," Willie said impatiently and used his hands to draw 
a curvaceous figure in the air. 

"Yeah, oh sure. But I thought you were going to tell me about girls," Tim 
frowned. 

"I am. But it's about her ... Mrs. Sloane," Willie paused, caught his 
breath, and then continued, "Well, she's teaching her nephew how to do it." 

"To what?" Tim asked innocently. 

"You really are dumb, Tim. Don't you know nothing?" 

"Well, I don't know what you're saying about Mrs. Sloane." 

"She lets her nephew, who is my friend, fuck her," Willie gasped, feeling 
his pulsating penis jerking inside his shorts and quickly added, "And she 
let me do it, too." 

"Aw, you're telling a big lie, Willie. A grown up woman wouldn't let you do 
that." 

"I'm not telling a lie," he declared. "It's the truth." 

"Don't you worry, Willie," Tim guffawed. "I won't tell anyone that you don't 
know any more about sex than I do ... or that you tell big lies." 

"I'm telling you the truth! What makes you think I didn't?" 

"A lady wouldn't let a kid like you ball with her." 

"You don't know the truth when you hear it," Willie pouted as he went back 
to his bed and lay down. 

"Yeah!" 

"Look man. If she let you do that ... really let you ball her, why did she 
do it?" 

" 'Cause she likes me." 

"But she's married, isn't she?" 

"Of course." 

"Then I don't believe you." 

"What can I do to prove it," Willie pleaded. "I'm telling the truth, Tim. I 
really am." 

"Then prove it ... if you can!" 

"I don't know ... I don't think Mrs. Sloane would like that. She made me 
promise not to tell anyone," the teenage boy replied. "She said she'd tell 
the police I raped her if I told." 

"Raped her! Did you?" 

"No ... Well ... I don't think I did." 

"Don't you know?" 

"I had to ball her or die after she let me play with her pussy." 

"Willie, you've just got to be telling the biggest lie I ever heard," Tim 
sighed and turned his back to his friend and tried to go to sleep. After 
five minutes of silence, he heard Willie whispering again. 

"Tim ... are you awake?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Look, I know I can trust you so I'll prove it to you if you want me to," he 
ended lamely. "Yeah, sure!" 

"Okay, tomorrow morning I'll go over to Mrs. Sloane's house," Willie lifted 
up on his elbow and continued, "After I leave the house, you wait five 
minutes and then sneak up to the bedroom window ... you'll have to go into 
the back yard." 

"What if someone sees me?" 

"They won't. No one ever comes to see her," Willie said confidently. "Now 
don't forget. It's the window nearest the pool, and you'll have to give me 
time to get there." 

"Okay, buddy," Tim answered, "if you say so." 

Willie nervously said goodnight and closed his eyes, but it was a long time 
before he could relax enough to sleep. His last thought, just before 
oblivion came, was: Willie Morgan, you have a big mouth. And you just broke 
your promise to Mrs. Sloane. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT "Is that you, Willie, darling," Cynthia crooned as she heard 
the two youths walking down the hallway after Jack had answered the 
doorbell. 

"Yes, it's me." 

"Go in your room, Jack. I'll be right there," the sensual brunette called 
from her bedroom. 

"Yeah, sure," Jack answered as he led Willie into his bedroom. 

A few minutes later, Cynthia strode nakedly into the room where they lay on 
the bed together, and smiled as she said, "Here we are together again." She 
saw the appraising eyes of the two teenagers widen in admiration and she 
lifted both hands upward to her melon-like breasts and began caressing the 
fleshy mounds. Slowly, she stepped to the bed and, leaning over, rubbed the 
already erect little nipples against Jack's face. 

Meanwhile, Tim had waited five minutes by his watch, and hesitantly walked 
across the neighboring lawn, around to the gate that led to the back of the 
house, and let himself in. And then, his heart hammering in his throat, he 
tiptoed to the window where Willie had told him to go. Shit, he was shaking 
so hard he could hardly breathe. He must be stupid to get himself in a spot 
like this! He was just about to turn and run away when he heard Mrs. 
Sloane's sensual voice. 

Quickly, he lifted his head up until just his eyes and the top of his head 
was visible in the window. WOW! He'd never seen a naked woman before! She 
didn't have a stitch on and ... and she was rubbing her tits against a kid's 
face. Must be her nephew that Willie was talking about! He felt his own 
rapidly stiffening cock lurch in his pants as he saw the voluptuous older 
woman remove her hands from her own naked body and begin peeling the blond 
boy's swim trunks off. 

Inside the room, Cynthia's heart was beating in anxious desire as she 
thought of playing her daily sex games with the two handsome teenagers. The 
first time she'd allowed herself to seduce Jack was the day that she'd made 
the mistake of letting her love-starved body betray her. Now, her mind was 
hypnotized with her physical need and she lived for the satisfaction that 
the teenager's long hard cocks brought her. Her voice had become a hoarse 
whisper when she said, "Fuck me, Jack. Just fuck me." 

"What about me?" Willie asked. 

"You can watch. I want only Jack to make love to me today." 

Willie got off the bed and with a painfully throbbing hard-on, he stood by 
the door and growled, "No! Me, too! I gotta fuck you, too." 

"Not now, darling. Just my baby Jack today." she sighed as she fell across 
the bed, her long slender thighs lewdly falling open as she lay on her back, 
posed for the incestuous penetration of her teenaged nephew's slender penis. 

Outside the window, Tim was about to die. His erection was so hard that he 
was dancing up and down, trying to ease the throbbing tingles that spread 
upward through his youthful belly. Jesus! Mrs. Sloane was actually lying on 
the bed waiting for the boys to do it to her. His mind was filled with 
disbelief as he saw the older boy quickly kneel over the doctor's wife. He 
couldn't stand it any longer! He had to get the hell out of the yard and 
away from the obscenity that was making his own throbbing penis jump with 
aching desire. Shit, he had to jack off ... somewhere where no one could see 
him ... get it out of his system, or go nuts. 

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Jack was saying, "Cyn, you are great! Balling 
you is the neatest thing in the whole world!" 

"Baby, stop talking and start fucking," she gasped, pulling his mouth down 
to hers and kissing him passionately as he returned her ardor, sucking her 
tongue deep into his mouth and nibbling at it between his teeth. She felt 
the warm sucking motion, and it drove her to an even greater height of 
pleasure. 

"Oh, Aunt Cyn," he gasped as he removed his mouth and kissed her eyes, nose, 
neck, and then dropped his hot moist lips to her fleshy upthrust breasts. "I 
gotta do it now ... I gotta ball you!" 

"First, let me turn over, honey. I want to do it dog fashion," the 
incestuous woman said as she lifted up on her knees and waved her fleshy 
buttocks in the air in front of her nephew's lust-contorted face. 

"Oh God! It's beautiful!" Jack gurgled, needing to ram his painfully aching 
penis deep into her soft pink cunt. He stared in growing delight as Cynthia 
reached back and used both hands to separate her ass-cheeks so wide that he 
could see her puckering little anal hole. Then, with all control gone, the 
teenager slid his virile young cock up and down her wetly heated pussy slit 
until it was completely coated with her slippery vaginal secretions. 
Trembling in impatience, he pointed the blood-filled head at the tight 
little passage to her cunt and shoved forward, burying the full length of 
his youthful shaft all the way to the hilt with one smooth stroke. 

"A A Aggggghhhhh," Cynthia moaned, "So good! Baby, it's so good! Fuck ... 
fuck ... fuck me Jackieeeeeeee!" 

The obscene words spewing from his lovely aunt's mouth was like a goad to 
the once innocent young boy. He stared down at her smooth rounded buttocks 
and his penis impaling her hair-lined pussy, and he began pistoning in and 
out with a passion that shook him all the way to his toes. Oh Jesus! Each 
time he balled Cyn, it was better than the time before. 

Cynthia moaned with salacious desire as she felt the rigid penis of her 
nephew pulsating like a second heart up inside her vagina. She gazed 
backwards at Jack's lust-filled eyes, and she wriggled her buttocks back 
against his youthful loins as she turned to stare at the forlorn neighbor 
boy who was standing by the bed now, rubbing his cloth-covered erection. 
But, almost immediately, her interest returned to her nephew kneeling behind 
her, slamming his wonderfully hardened shaft into her quivering vaginal 
passage from behind. 

Jack withdrew his lurching penis until only the lust-swollen tip was inside 
her wetly pulsating pussy lips, and then, thrusting his hips forward once 
again, he buried the solid length of virilely hardened boy-flesh deep up 
inside her belly. 

She felt the overpowering pleasure in her belly and loins as she undulated 
her white buttocks in wanton circles of lust, squeezing her inner muscles to 
clutch her nephew's slender rod of rigid flesh plunging into her from 
behind. Still, in her kneeling position, humbly submitting to her incestuous 
love, she felt the undeniable buildup of her powerful orgasm. 

Willie's eyes were wide open and his mouth hung lax as he reached inside his 
swim trunks and began rubbing his painfully throbbing cock, his hand now on 
the naked flesh of his hardened shaft. He had to have release even if she 
wouldn't let him fuck her. 

"Oh God, Cyn," Jack gasped, "It's so good! Your pussy is so hot... and 
tight!" 

"Baby ... I ... I ... fuck me ... harder ... I'm cumming. Aiiiiieeeeeiiiii!" 
Cynthia moaned as she shivered and jerked, her mind dimmed from the 
intensity of her climax. 

Jack felt his aunt's convulsing cunt open around his wildly jerking cock 
buried deep inside her pussy, and flood it with warm wet juices. And then, 
her vaginal muscles began nibbling at his lust-swollen penis to drive him to 
the verge of his own climax. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, too! Can't help it ... so good ... gotta 
cum ... Aaaaagggg-hhhhhhhh!" he gurgled as he ejaculated his pent-up sperm 
deep inside her tautly rippling belly. 

"Oh yes ... yes, my sweet baby, fill me with your wonderful cum," Cynthia 
bucked like a bitch in heat. 

"Aaaaggghhh ... ooohhhh," the hoarsened voice of the neighbor boy suddenly 
split the air, and both Cynthia and Jack turned to stare at the exploding 
young boy's cock spewing out the top of his walking shorts. 

And then the older woman collapsed to the bed on her stomach, and her 
teenage nephew fell beside her in total satiation. Breathing heavily, the 
two fell into an ecstatic stupor, too tired to move. 

Suddenly, Willie remembered his friend. Quickly, he shoved his deflated 
penis down inside his pants and went over to the window. He stared out but 
there was no one there. Hurriedly, he left the bedroom and ran across the 
lawn to his home and was relieved to find that Tim was waiting for him. 

 CHAPTER NINE "Shit man, I thought you'd run out on me," Willie sighed as he 
dropped to the couch in the living room. 

"I ...I... couldn't..." Tim stammered. 

"Did you see? Well ..." Willie said impatiently. "Believe me now?" 

"Uh ... yes ... I ... I believe you," Tim stammered, unable to tell his 
friend that he had run away and didn't see him fuck the woman next door. 
But, he knew that it could have happened so he believed Willie had done it. 

"Shit Tim, I got so excited that I came in my pants," Willie exclaimed, and 
then he looked at his friend who had the same telltale spots on his own 
pants. A grin split the youth's face, and he pointed at Tim's soiled shorts. 
"You ... you, too!" 

They both laughed self-consciously, the tension finally leaving their weary 
young bodies, and then in a relaxed state they sat together on the sofa 
discussing the woman next door. 

"Willie, how does it feel when you fuck a woman?" 

"There aren't any words to describe it, man ... it's ... it's ..." Willie 
stammered and then continued, "I think I love Mrs. Sloane. It does that to 
you." 

"Really? Geee!" Tim exclaimed, his eyes wide. "She's too old for you." 

"No she's not. If she weren't married, I'd marry her," Willie said 
emphatically. 

"Aw, you're too young to get married." 

"Tim, you don't know. Her pussy is so hot and tight... and soft... and ... 
oh shit! There ain't nothing in the world better than balling Mrs. Sloane." 

Unknown to the rapt young boys, Willie's father had entered the house. They 
didn't hear him open the door or Wolf running to meet him, or his steps down 
the hallway. The first thing they were aware of was the loud booming voice 
at the door to the living room. "What the hell did you say, Willie?" 

The two unsuspecting youths gasped when they heard the condemning words. Tim 
looked around for an escape route and Willie stared in fear at his angrily 
staring father. 

"I ... we ... just talking, Dad," he stammered and forced a weak grin on his 
face. "You know how boys talk." 

"I don't believe you, son. I heard a name mentioned. It was Mrs. Sloane, 
wasn't it?" the irate father snapped. "What have you been doing next door?" 

"Nothing ... nothing ... we just swim with Jack," he choked and then a look 
of enlightenment glowed on his face. "That's it! You heard us talking about 
swimming at Mrs. Sloane's." 

"Tha ... that's right, Mr. Morgan. We were swimming," Tim emitted a 
girl-like giggle caused by his severe nervousness. "We like to swim." 

"Willie, you're lying. I know it," the muscular professional wrestler 
snapped. "You know I can tell when you're being untruthful." 

"But... but, Mr. Morgan," Tim stammered, but quieted when he saw the look on 
the older man's face. 

Meanwhile, Willie wanted to run away and hide. Instinctively he knew that 
he'd hurt his father in some irretrievable way. He fought to keep from 
blushing and knew he had to try and keep his father from finding out what 
had taken place next door. He had to lie even though he knew how his dad 
hated it. 

"Aw gee, Dad. It's nothing. Can't we talk about fucking? We're not babies 
any more." 

"If you say that word again, I'm going to smack your mouth," the angrily 
upset father snarled. "Now then, tell me the truth, and don't get smart!" 

"I didn't do anything," Willie snapped defiantly but was silenced by the 
look on his dad's face as the older man took two fast steps toward him. 
Abruptly he felt his shoulder being grabbed with a firm convincing hand, and 
the next thing he knew he was lying on his face on the floor. 

"I'm not going to ask you again," Morgan rasped, his voice out of control 
and his emotions taking over. 

"But ... Dad ... " 

"Don't lie to me again," he said more quietly. "I should have known 
something was wrong. You were never at home anymore when I got here and 
always too tired to stay up and talk to me." 

"I ... I ... " 

"It hasn't been easy being father and mother both, but I never thought you'd 
let me down." 

Willie saw his father's bowed shoulders, and for the first time, he couldn't 
hold the tears back, "I'm sorry, Dad." 

Speechless with fear, Tim was sitting on the floor, his eyes averted from 
the angry countenance of his friend's dad. When he heard Willie speaking and 
saw the tears in his eyes, he said, "She did it, Mr. Morgan. That woman next 
door did it. I saw her through the window. I saw her rape them ... I did." 

The wrestler closed his eyes and fought for control, "All right, Willie, 
tell me all about it." 

Suddenly, the young boy's courage deserted him completely and he had to make 
his father understand. "I couldn't help it. She made me do it. She made me 
and Jack fuck her ... I mean she made us do it to her." 

The widowed father looked at his frightened young son with disbelief, and 
yet he knew that it was the truth. Instinct told him this was no lie. But my 
God, what could he do about it? A court trial would brand his son for the 
rest of his life. A woman like that should be put away, but then the truth 
would come out. More than anything else, he had to protect his son. 

"Oh God, Willie," he groaned. "What have I done to you? You needed a mother, 
and it's all my fault." 

And then, the stricken father lifted his head and stared into the face of 
the son of one of his best friends, "Tim, you go home and don't think about 
it anymore." Then he added, "You must never tell anyone ... not your mother 
and father ... not anyone. Understand?" 

"Yes ... yes sir. I won't! I promise," the youth jumped to his feet and 
hurried toward the door. 

"Wait," the older man added. "I wonder if you realize how serious this is?" 

"I ... I ... " 

"Then let me tell you, Tim. If anyone finds out, you and Willie would go to 
juvenile hall, and Mrs. 

Sloane would go to jail. Does that explain?" 

"Yes ... yes sir ... " Tim stammered as he dashed out of the room. 

Morgan closed his eyes in angry defeat and fought to control his emotions as 
he asked, "Son, one more time. Did you actually make love to that woman?" 

"Yes... yes ..." he choked, "that and a-a lot more, too." 

"My God, how could a grown woman do such a thing?" The anguished father 
gasped as comprehension filled his unbelieving brain. Suddenly, he wanted to 
smash someone ... kill the filthy bitch for destroying his son's innocence. 
But killing was too damned good for her ... she needed to suffer as he was 
suffering now. He'd punish her all right! He and he alone would judge her. 
After all, it was his son. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Promise me that you will never go next door again, and that you won't tell 
anyone about what has happened." 

"I won't ... I promise." 

"It's very important, son," the older man sighed. "I wasn't kidding about 
what will happen ... I would lose you to juvenile hall." 

"No ... no ... Dad ... I don't want to leave you ... I don't wanta ..." the 
frantic young son pleaded. 

"Then we won't let it happen. You forget it and I'll take care of 
everything," he growled and then his anger returning full force, he snarled, 
"But, if you ever go next door again, I'll beat you half to death and send 
you away myself." 

"I won't... I won't ..." Willie was trembling with fear and sick regret for 
the unhappiness that he'd caused his father. 

During the conversation the big German shepherd had slunk away from his two 
masters and went to the corner of the room, burying his head in his paws. 
Now, feeling the ominous sounds of his master's voice receding and 
compassion returning, he crawled over to the older man and laid his paw on 
his arm, whining deep in his throat. 

The grief-stricken father reached down and patted the dog's head, crooning, 
"It's okay, Wolf! It's okay, boy! We'll take care of our little Willie." 

"Mrs. Sloane don't like Wolf," Willie whimpered as he remembered the way she 
had reacted the day he took Wolf next door. 

"Well, that's too bad! Maybe I oughta sic him onto her." 

"She'd have a heart attack," the youth continued, "She's scared of him." 

"Hmmmm! Okay Wolf, I'll take you with me when I go see her," he grinned 
nastily and patted the animal's head again. "Yeah! I'll put the fear of God 
into her." He stretched his chest inside his tight tee shirt and looked like 
the publicity photographs used by the newspapers when they referred to him 
as "Maniac Morgan." 

The big dog looked up at his master and wagged his tail as if in full 
agreement then docilely followed the angry wrestler out the door. 

 CHAPTER TEN Unaware of the confrontation and confession next door, Cynthia 
stretched like a lazy cat in bed and smiled as she began making plans for 
another day with her youthful lovers. When, she finally got out of bed, she 
was singing as she went to the bathroom to shower and dress. 

Ten minutes later, as she stepped out of the shower, she heard the front 
doorbell ringing. When no one answered it, she decided that Jack was still 
asleep, and she would have to answer it. Assuming that it was Willie, she 
grabbed a sheer black peignoir and put it on over her naked body, leaving 
the front hanging open. She hurried to the door and opened it. Her mouth 
gaped open in surprise and she pulled the sheer garment together, holding it 
as she said, "Wha ..." 

"Good morning, Mrs. Sloane," her huge, muscular neighbor said as he stood 
near the door with Wolf beside him. "May I come in?" 

"Why ... what for ..." she stammered. 

"I'd like to talk to you," he smiled, and then continued, "I am your next 
door neighbor ... and Willie's father." 

"No ... I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, but I'm not dressed." 

"It's okay, I won't take long. Come Wolf," he said as he pushed the door 
wider and stepped inside the entrance hall. 

"No ... I mean, okay, but leave him outside," she gasped, backing away from 
him. 

"He won't hurt you ... unless I tell him to," the wrestler said as he moved 
menacingly toward the scantily clad woman. 

"Now, just a minute," Cynthia stuttered in confusion as she stepped 
backwards off balance. 

"Where can we talk ... alone?" the wrestler asked as he walked down the 
hallway toward the living room. 

"I ... don't want to talk to you. I'm not dressed," she gasped, unable to 
comprehend the necessity for talking to her neighbor. After all, he'd never 
visited her before. 

"I want to talk about Willie." 

"Oh ... what's wrong ... is he sick?" Cynthia asked with sudden concern, and 
then quickly added, "Come into my husband's study. We can talk there without 
disturbing Jack." 

The tightly controlled man let Cynthia lead him to the study and then 
watched her close the door behind her as she turned and said, "Now, what's 
wrong?" 

"You don't have to ask me that!" Willie's father snapped through gritted 
teeth. "Surely you know you couldn't keep it up forever ... you bitch!" 

"How ... don't talk to me like that. This is my home, and you'd better tell 
me what you have on your stupid mind," the cowering brunette housewife 
gasped, suddenly filled with an uncontrollable dread that the neighbor man 
knew everything about what she'd been doing with the boys. 

"Don't you worry. I'm going to tell you everything," he said, his voice full 
of menace as he sat down on a chair and signaled Wolf to lie on the floor 
beside him. 

"I don't like your attitude," Cynthia said with bravado, and then continued, 
"I think you'd better leave ... now! Before I call the police." 

"No! I don't think you'd call the police ... not with the information I can 
give them," he grinned lewdly, and then snapped, "You fucking whore! You 
perverted cunt! I oughta kill you." 

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," she cried shrinking back 
toward the door. "If you don't leave, I'll call my nephew ... he's in the 
bedroom." 

"You won't call anyone, Mrs. Sloane. You don't have to hear it from me," he 
said wearily. "I already know that you've molested my son ... and your own 
nephew. Actually forced them to do perverted things with you." 

"No ... you're wrong ... oh no, how can you say such things?" 

Cynthia cringed away from the huge professional wrestler. Her eyes nervously 
blinked open and shut as though trying to clear away an invisible film that 
was covering them. 

"Look, you child-molesting bitch," the angry neighbor said ominously, "I 
know all about it. My son told me about your filthy little sex games, and 
you know its a crime to have sex with a boy that young." 

"No ... you're wrong ... your son was the one who did it. I told him not to 
... I told him," she choked in confusion. 

"You know something, slut? I wanted to kill you when Willie told me what 
you'd done, but I've changed my mind." He snapped, "Look at you! Even now 
you're half naked. Are you trying to seduce me, too?" 

Cynthia's mind was in a whirl of disbelief. How could she have trusted the 
young boy from next door? Oh God! She should've known he'd tell. Well, she'd 
taken her chances and lost, so how could she keep the father quiet too? 
Gradually she became aware of one solution: it might not work, but if she 
let him share her body he might not call the police. 

"No! I wasn't trying to seduce you, but it might not be such a bad idea," 
she tried to smile coyly, but it came out a grimace of fear. 

Willie's father glared ferociously at her as he stalked toward the fearfully 
cringing young wife. With an animal-like growl he grabbed the front of her 
robe with his big ham-like fist and jerked downward. The flimsy material 
tore into two pieces and he threw them to the floor, leaving Cynthia 
standing completely naked in the middle of the study floor. 

"You don't really think a filthy baby fucking slut like you could turn me 
on, do you?" the brute of a neighbor man said as he gazed at the curvaceous 
brunette cowering in terror in front of him. Unaccountably, as he gazed on 
her lushly ripened body, he felt his restlessly stirring penis growing into 
an erection and was shocked at his own emotions. Jesus, she was one hell of 
a beautiful woman all right. No wonder the kids got so carried away. 

"Please, Mr. Morgan, let me go. I promise I'll never bother Willie again," 
the frightened doctor's wife pleaded. "Oh God ... what have I done? Please 
... please. I'll do anything ..." 

Morgan hesitated. There was no doubt that she was scared half out of her 
mind. Yet, she did need punishment. "Tell you what I'll do," he said after a 
moment. "You do just exactly what I tell you, and I'll keep your secret. 
But, by God, if you do any more fucking around with kids, I'll wring your 
neck. Do you understand me?" 

Cynthia didn't know what the man had in mind, but one thing for sure, she'd 
do anything to keep him quiet. She had to protect the boys first, but also, 
she had to protect herself from her husband. No telling what John Sloane 
would do if the story got to him. He'd probably have her committed to some 
private mental institution, and see that she'd never get out. 

"All right," Cynthia sighed and shuddered. "Whatever you say." 

"Watch her good, Wolf," the professional wrestler ordered the German 
shepherd dog. For the first time since entering the room, the huge animal 
stood at attention, growling deep in his throat. 

Speechless with fear, Cynthia moved backwards and shook her head, her eyes 
glazed in panic. "No. Oh God, don't let him hurt me." 

"Maniac" Morgan stared down at the beautiful woman and felt his long thick 
cock throbbing into even greater hardness. He was going to fuck the hot 
little bitch silly, but not the way she wanted it. No, as punishment he was 
going to sodomize her, and when he got through with her, she'd wish she had 
gone to prison instead. 

"You do exactly what I say, or I turn him lose," he grinned as he stared at 
her fearfully trembling naked body. Then, almost reverently, he reached out 
with one hand and cupped the soft fleshy whiteness of her breast, using his 
thumb and forefinger to tease the little brown nipple into hardness. 

"Get it over with before my nephew wakes up," she moaned, jerking away from 
his touch. 

"He wouldn't see anything he hasn't already seen, would he?" the 
professional wrestler chuckled and then began unzipping his pants. He 
watched the trembling housewife all the time he was unfastening his belt and 
dropping his pants and jockey shorts to the floor. He heard her loud gasp of 
dismay as she caught first sight of his massively, erected cock. 

"No ... no! Oh God you can't," Cynthia groaned, her eyes frozen in terror at 
his visibly throbbing spear of flesh. 

"Do you like what you're seeing, or is it too big for you?" he asked 
teasingly. "I know you prefer kid-pricks, but this time, it's for 
punishment. You're going to remember this the rest of your life, lady. 
You'll never forget what I did to you for fucking around with my innocent 
Willie." 

"God! It's so big!" she exclaimed. "You can't ... its too big ... you'd 
split me wide open." 

"Get down on your knees, bitch," he snarled. "I'm gonna show you what a 
whore like you needs to straighten up and fly right." 

Cynthia tried to back away from the man, but his huge dog took a quick step 
forward, growled, and showed his fangs. Being more frightened of the animal 
than her neighbor, the doctor's young wife stood still, shaking with fear. 

"I said kneel, cunt," Morgan snapped as he grabbed her wrist and forced her 
naked body to the floor. 

Afraid to resist for fear of the massive German shepherd attacking her, 
Cynthia lifted up on all fours, her defenseless ass cheeks exposed to his 
leering eyes. Her lushly swaying breasts almost touched the floor and she 
felt the cold air brush against her wide-split vaginal lips. Lewd shivers of 
masochistic lust shook her helplessly kneeling body, even though she was in 
mortal fear of him. 

She felt his huge hand passing over her naked buttocks, and was surprised to 
find that it felt good. But she didn't want it! Or him! God, he'd kill her 
if he tried to put it in her vagina! 

"Oh, please let me go!" 

"You fucking whore ... kid-fucking whore ... bitch," the angry father spat 
out. "You just shut up or else." He grabbed the tender flesh of her naked 
ass-cheek between his thumb and fore-finger and pinched until she cried out 
in pain. 

"Oh God ... that hurts," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me ... I won't do 
it again ... to your son." 

Unthinkingly, the pain caused her to try and get up but she was helpless 
against the growl of the German shepherd. She saw him bare his teeth, and 
she sank down on her knees again, covering her face with her hands as the 
tears of shame and fright fell freely onto the carpet beneath her. 

"Sit, Wolf! Stay," Morgan said to the dog and turned to the naked brunette 
again. "You try that again and I'm gonna let him get you." 

"No ... oh please don't let him hurt me ... I'll be still," she sobbed in 
complete submission. 

"That's better. Okay, you kid-fucker, it's time for your punishment." he 
rasped, his eyes glued to the little brown star of her anus. 

"Now, I'm gonna stretch you a little bit." 

His hand moved across the softly quivering warmth of her inner thigh, and 
then up to her fearfully puckering anal opening. 

"What are you doing," Cynthia gasped as she felt his outstretched finger 
probing at her tiny virginal anus. 

"I said I was going to stretch it a little bit, and I am! But first I guess 
I'll better lubricate it a little." 

Uncomprehending his meaning, Cynthia was silent as she felt his finger 
moving downward to the fringe of her sparsely curling pussy hair and 
pressing gently against the moist flesh of her cunt. She groaned and jerked 
away from the caress, her brain fighting the unwanted excitement that 
suddenly whirled through her nakedly kneeling body ... 

In his bedroom, Jack had heard the doorbell and had impatiently been waiting 
for his aunt and Willie to join him for fun and games in his room. But when 
they didn't come, he reluctantly got up and went to find them. First, he 
went to his aunt's bedroom, but then he heard a noise down the hallway and 
immediately thought his teenaged neighbor had betrayed him along with 
Cynthia. Well, he'd surprise them in the act. Sure that the sounds of voices 
were actually coming from his uncle's study, Jack quietly opened the door a 
slit and gaped at the salacious sight in the room in front of him. Jesus 
Christ! It was Willie's father - not Willie! And the older man had his pants 
off ... and Cyn was naked! "Goddamnit, woman, you're a luscious bitch!" Jack 
heard the neighbor man saying in a strained voice. He was in the process of 
closing the door prior to running back to his bedroom, when he heard Mr. 
Morgan continue, "But, hell, woman. Why did you have to fuck with little 
kids. Why didn't you ask a man to do the job ... like me?" 

Cynthia didn't know that her young nephew was watching, but even if she had, 
she couldn't do anything to stop what she, herself, had set into action. She 
was responsible for everything that was going to happen to her. She could 
only hope that the big man was not sadistic or he could kill her if he 
wanted to. Silently she submitted to his lewd caresses, his outstretched 
fingers probing at her defenselessly wide split vagina. 

"What a waste! No kid can ever do a man's job, especially a virgin," Morgan 
moaned, his own love-starved body craving for the satisfaction that her lush 
body could give him. Suddenly, he shook his head to clear it, and knew he 
had to be careful or he'd end up fucking her hot little pussy and that 
wasn't punishment for a perverted woman who molested little boys. 

Cynthia was already almost completely helpless as a result of his 
pleasure-provoking caresses. She felt him tracing the hotly tingling furrow 
of her cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath the exciting touch of his 
outstretched fingers. Her hands held onto the carpet beneath her and she 
groaned with shame as she realized that she wanted this huge angry man to 
fuck her ... needed him to do it even though she knew he would split her 
wide open. It was bad enough to be humbly kneeling before her cruel 
neighbor, but to have her shameless body responding to his brutal ravishment 
was too much. But even though she fought it, spasms of desire raced through 
her belly as he slowly separated the soft wisps of her curling pussy hair 
and wormed his finger between her fleshy vaginal lips. A second later, he 
forced his outstretched middle finger deeper up inside her tightly clutching 
vagina, sending shocks of insane delight soaring throughout her entire body. 

At the same time, Jack was frozen to the spot at the study door, afraid to 
move for fear of being heard. He couldn't believe that Willie's father was 
going to fuck his aunt. Cyn wouldn't let a big monster like him do that to 
her. Then, he heard his aunt whimpering, "Oooohhhhh ... I'm sorry ... I did 
a terrible thing ..." the voice ceased and Jack saw her clasp her hands to 
her face as she moaned, "Yes ... yes, fuck me." 

"You'd better leave my son alone," the youth heard his friend's father snap. 

Suddenly, he realized that Mr. Morgan had found out about them and was going 
to rape his aunt. But, she sounded like she wanted him to do it! And she'd 
said she was ashamed! Of what? Of making love with him? Maybe she'd rather 
have his monstrous cock than his teenaged penis. Confused and betrayed by 
Cynthia, he quietly moved away from the door. He had to get away from the 
lewd scene in front of him and away from his disturbing thoughts. He didn't 
know or care where he was going as he ran to the bedroom, dressed, and tore 
out of the house. 

Unaware of her nephew's torment. Cynthia struggled against the electrifying 
contact of her neighbor's finger as he teased at the tiny throbbing bud of 
her erect little clitoris. She tried to crawl away from his tantalizing 
touch, but when she heard the warning growl of the big dog, she fearfully 
resumed her helpless position once more. She was trapped and it was her own 
fault. She had been afraid in the beginning that she would be punished and 
now it was happening. She would suffer it with dignity even if her body 
betrayed her and enjoyed it. She felt nothing but disgust for herself, but 
even so, her reactions became more pronounced as the muscular man continued 
his maddening caresses of her hotly aroused vagina. Her hips were actually 
moving backwards against the moistly plunging finger deep inside her quaking 
cuntal passage. 

"That's better ... enjoy it like you did with my son," he hissed as he 
shoved his outstretched middle finger to the hilt, his sharp fingernail 
snagging the sensitive lining to her vaginal passage. "Soon as I get your 
asshole nice and juicy I'll put my cock in ... and stretch it." 

Cynthia tried to speak in defense but she couldn't. The croak that was her 
voice was unrecognizable as she realized that he was actually going to stick 
his huge organ inside her rectum. She frantically writhed away from him but 
there was no escape. The menacing growl of Wolf and the sadistic laugh of 
her neighbor as he fucked his middle finger in and out of her ecstatically 
quivering cunt, kept her in position. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh ... noooooooo," she finally gasped while the huge wrestler 
continued his caresses. 

"I thought you wanted to get tucked," he guffawed. 

"Then do it ... but don't hurt me ... " she pleaded. 

"I'm not going to hurt a whore like you ... I couldn't." 

"Maniac" Morgan grinned lewdly as he thought of impaling her tight little 
anus on his long hard cock. 

"Especially in the asshole." 

"No! Oh God, not there," she gasped, "You musn't! No one has ever done that 
before." 

"Well, we'll take care of that," he rasped, his throat hoarsened with lust. 
"Once I get it stretched a little bit. I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole 
until you scream for mercy." 

"No... Oh God, help me," Cynthia pleaded, fear causing her muscles to 
tighten in readiness to escape. "Take me in my vagina, but not there ... 
you'll kill me." 

She felt his slippery finger being pulled from her cuntal slit and then move 
up to her frantically clenched anus. She struggled and made an effort to 
crawl away, but again the menacing growl of the big dog stilled her actions 
again. 

Cynthia tensed as his outstretched middle finger found the opening to her 
rectum, and as he pushed against it, she felt the tight elastic ring of 
muscle give way. It was forced up into her hot inner passage all the way to 
the first knuckle. -The naked young brunette moaned in pain as she used her 
sphincter muscles to try and force the invading finger out and away from her 
sensitive hole. 

"Aaaggghhhhhhhh! That hurts... oh God, don't do that," she pleaded. 

But Morgan's face was set in determination, and he shoved again. This time, 
his outstretched finger wormed deep into the tight spongy heat of her 
rectum. He slammed it all the way to the hilt, up into her hotly tortured 
passage, until the palm of his hand pressed against the rounded smoothness 
of her trembling ass-cheeks. 

"Ooohhhhhh ... nooooooo ... please ... don't," Cynthia groaned, feeling the 
tears welling up in her eyes. Oh how it hurts. She hadn't really hurt Willie 
and Jack, but the older man was torturing her. It wasn't fair! 

She continued to groan in one long wail of despair as the neighbor man 
scoured her anus, using one finger and then two in widening and preparing 
the tight little virginal hole for his monstrously hardened cock which was 
pulsating like a rocket about to thrust home. 

As his fingers fucked in and out of her rectum, the nakedly writhing 
brunette gradually began to feel tiny ripples of masochistic pleasure racing 
from her ravished anus. Suddenly, she shoved back on the invading fingers as 
hard as she could, hoping to end it or feel more of the forbidden pleasure 
that had started forming inside her virginal rectum. In her mental confusion 
it was difficult to tell the difference in pain and pleasure. 

Abruptly, as he sensed she was actually beginning to enjoy her ravishment, 
Morgan pulled his fingers from the hot little hole between her milk-white 
buttocks with a lewd sucking sound, and groaned as he took his lust-swollen 
cock in his hand and pointed it at her wildly puckering anal opening. With 
out hesitation, he pressed the blood-swollen head against the young 
housewife's rectum and, gritting his teeth, he rammed his muscular hips 
forward. 

"AAggghhhhhhhh! A A a a a i e e e eeeee! Oh God, no ... you ... you're 
killing me ... no ... you can't Cynthia gasped and stammered as the head of 
his rock-hard penis slowly penetrated her tightly clenched anus. It felt 
like he was splitting her wide open as the hardened shaft began slowly 
slicing like a red-hot poker inside her cringing anal passage. 

Morgan closed his eyes, his eyelids fluttering in a combination of pain and 
pleasure as the nakedly lurching brunette jerked beneath him, trying to 
dislodge his monstrous cock from her warm buttery passage. But her actions 
only helped her impalement, because each time she bucked her submissively 
kneeling body, his long thick cock plunged deeper into her tightly 
protesting anus. Slowly and inexorably he penetrated her forbidden depths, 
his mind swirling with the mastery over this beautiful woman. He stared down 
at the lewd spectacle and gasped when he realized that he had only two 
inches inside her, even though it felt like she was squeezing his prick 
right off. With an animal-like groan, and unheeding of her tortured wail, he 
shoved forward, slamming his thick rigid shaft all the way to the hilt up 
inside her warm buttery rectum. He could feel his sperm-laden balls pressing 
against the soft flesh of her vaginal lips as he fought for control. Her 
widely stretched anal passage was so tight around his sensitive penis that 
he thought he was going to cum without even moving. 

" Aaagggggggh hh h h hh-d dddddd!" Cynthia panted, her mind a turmoil of 
torturous pain. "Nooooooo ... I'm dying! Oh God, it hurts ... I can't stand 
it. Take it out! Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

"Shit! Goddamn, bitch! It's tighter than I thought it would be," the 
muscular neighbor trembled with excitement as he saw his long hard cock 
buried inside her gaping little anal hole that looked like a widely 
stretched mouth tightly ovalled around his shaft. "You're pinching my cock 
off!" 

Cynthia knelt in humiliation and cruel debasement, unable to move without 
feeling faint from the painful wedge buried up inside her forever-stretched 
anal passage. Oh God! This was her punishment, and it was far worse than she 
could ever have believed. Suddenly, she wanted him to hurt her! A 
masochistic shiver returned with strength, and she began to writhe against 
his impaling rod of throbbing flesh. She felt the tearing pain rip through 
her kneeling body and knew that this was her punishment. She had taken away 
the young boy's innocence, committed incest with her nephew, and taught them 
how to enjoy fucking. Now, she had to suffer. But, she would accept it and 
when the pain killed her it would wash away all her sins. 

She tried to keep from screaming, but at times it was impossible. She 
couldn't understand why Jack didn't hear her, but she didn't want him to see 
her like this. There was no help for her now, and she could expect much more 
of the excruciating torture before her tormentor had finished with her. She 
felt his hot hands digging into her naked body and waited for more of the 
depraved horror that he was heaping on her subjugated body. 

If she tried to move away, the dog would attack her, so she accepted the 
blunt intrusion of his lust thickened cock as it vibrated through every 
fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside her 
widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. He was 
filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on an iron 
rod. She grunted in submission, her eyes wide in unbelieving horror as she 
felt the coarse hair of his loins smacking heavily into the softness of her 
thighs. The hard fleshy shaft was mercilessly plunging in and out of her 
forbidden hole while she shoved backwards against the violent ravishment of 
her rectum, accepting the torture she'd brought upon herself. 

Muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, 
"Maniac" Morgan began sawing rhythmically and without mercy, deep into the 
soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery 
from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her 
life, and her whole backside felt wet and used as her neighbor began to 
lunge the full length of his punishing cock into her forever stretched anus 
with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of clasping pink flesh out 
with the base of his cock each time he withdrew for another vicious thrust 
inside. 

Only gradually did Cynthia become aware that the pain in her rectum was 
becoming milder and more bearable, but the humiliation continued and grew in 
intensity as she knelt in total submission before the lewdly staring eyes of 
Willie's father. She could hear his grunts of obscene pleasure floating 
through the silent room and hated the fact that her body was giving him joy, 
but there was nothing she could do. She wanted to destroy both him and 
herself for the degradation that was being heaped upon her against her will. 
In spite of the pain, she clasped her powerful anal muscles trying to tear 
his sodomizing cock from his groin. 

"Ah ... yeh! Like that, you bitch! Squeeze me! Fuck back!" 

And then, unable to retain control of her lusting body, the moaning young 
housewife began to move backward to meet each long forward thrusts of his 
monstrous cock up into her quivering rectal passage, undulating her body and 
swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, tightly clasping his penis 
with her sphincter muscles on each out-stroke. The man who lived next door 
to her stared down from above in fascination as the woman who was supposed 
to be being punished suddenly began responding to his sodomizing strokes 
with a sexual frenzy. 

Suddenly, all pain gone, Cynthia wanted his pulsating hardness to fill her 
behind, even then it came as a shock to her to realize that she was 
countering his every powerful thrust, lunging eagerly backward now to meet 
his sadistically impaling hardness. She undulated her hips to increase the 
pleasurable sensations, and her lust-crazed mind accepted the fact that she 
could and most certainly would cum this way. 

Morgan abruptly lost all interest in punishing his beautiful dark-haired 
neighbor for seducing his young son. Now, all he wanted was to fuck her 
until climax, satisfying the powerful build-up in his loins. He found that 
he was holding, then releasing his breath spasmodically as he skewered into 
the humbly kneeling woman who had raped his young son. Actually, he knew 
that it would be impossible for her to rape his son if the boy didn't want 
her to do it. He was sure that Willie had wanted it just as much as his own 
father wanted it now, but he couldn't let it continue. He had to protect his 
son from women like her. She was too old for a young innocent boy like he 
was ... or had been anyway. 

"Oh shit, baby ... it feels so good ... you got a tight little, beautiful 
asshole. AAaggg hhhhhhhh!" he groaned out his ecstasy as his lust-hoarsened 
voice mingled with that of Cynthia's as they continued to writhe and twist 
in a lewd contortion of love. 

"Oh-oh-oh! Yes, honey, fuck me ... fuck me in my bottom! Slam it to me ... 
split me wide open with your horse cock!" The nakedly kneeling brunette 
gurgled in obscene joy as she wantonly twisted in ecstasy. And then, 
suddenly, she felt the long hard cock deep inside her forbidden passage 
begin to jerk and pulsate in a different way and she knew that he was close 
to cumming. 

"AAAaggghhhhhhh! Oh goddamn shit! Aaaaggghhhhhh! You're too tight! I'm gonna 
blow my cum up your ass! I'm going to give you an enema of cum! Aaaggghhhh!" 
he roared deep in his throat as his penis began spewing out his white hot 
sperm like a water fountain. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Me too! Me too! I'm ccu-cumming," Cynthia cried as she felt 
the explosion inside her ravaged anus. 

And then she was convulsing beneath him, screaming out her joy, her 
pleasure! 

Cynthia's hotly climaxing cunt caused her anal muscles to grip and cling to 
Morgan's thick invading penis, and the professional wrestler from next door 
groaned as he felt her sucking rectal passage drawing every drop of semen 
from his already wilting cock. He thrust again and again, digging deeper, 
and held it while she mewled out a never-ending orgasm. Even as his last 
ejaculative tremors were fading, he felt his virile flesh begin to swell 
into a new erection, and his eyes closed in rapture as he accepted the 
overpowering ecstasy of her nibbling rectal muscles. 

Cynthia continued to lurch and writhe beneath her neighbor as she ranted 
meaningless words of passion. Then, miraculously, she felt his long thick 
shaft beginning to inflate into renewed hardness, and she marveled at his 
virility. She groaned in disappointment as she felt his long thick cock 
withdrawing from her forever stretched anus, and as it popped from her 
throbbing little hole, she felt a stream of warm sticky cum flowing down her 
buttocks and thighs, dripping to the carpet beneath her weakly trembling 
knees. 

Her body was painfully used, but she felt as though she had been ultimately 
satisfied as she had never been before. She had to admit that it was far 
more pleasurable than the boys, but different. Suddenly, the thought of the 
boys brought on a wave of shame and humiliation and she dropped to the floor 
moaning, "Oh God! What has happened to me?" 

"Maniac" Morgan reached down and turned the exhausted woman over on her back 
and whispered, "Oh hell, Cynthia. You're beautiful! I wish I had been my 
son." Gently, he dropped his hand to her silken black hair and caressed the 
long tresses before sliding his hand along her shoulder and down to her 
naked breast. Slowly, with a great deal of tenderness, the huge man massaged 
the firm fleshy mounds as his long hard cock throbbed in eagerness against 
her naked thigh. 

The euphoric ecstasy flowed and ebbed over the exhausted young wife, and she 
was overcome with the sudden gentleness of the professional wrestler who was 
her neighbor. Her eyes fell to his monstrous shaft and she smiled up at him 
as she felt her own excitement growing into another flame of desire. Her 
love-starved body was demanding more of his attention, even though she'd 
just experienced an overwhelmingly satisfying climax. 

"Baby, look! I don't hate you! I think you're great," Willie's father said 
as he gently caressed her soft white flesh. "But ... you must leave my son 
alone. You're a hot little cunt, and I understand him wanting to fuck you, 
but it's not right. You need a man ... not a little prick like his." 

Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the innocent boys. Their sweet 
love-making had been completely selfless, but now she knew it was wrong for 
her to teach them something they should learn for themselves through 
experimenting with girls their own age. She truly loved her nephew though - 
as a woman loved a man - and because of her love, would give him up. 

Suddenly, Jack and Willie were forgotten as she moaned with pleasure. 
Morgan's hands became more demanding, and she felt the fire building into a 
lustful desire. She wanted to feel his virilely pulsating cock inside her 
hungering vagina ... for the first time, but she already knew it would be 
wonderful. 

"Darling," she sighed, "I am sorry about Willie. I won't touch him ... ever 
again ... if... if you promise to fuck me... here!" 

He stared down at her finger pointing toward her widely splayed pussy and he 
chuckled as he said, "That's the way it should be. If you get the hots for a 
piece of ass, just call "Maniac" Morgan." 

Cynthia smiled up at him in total agreement and realized that he was a 
rugged handsome man, something she'd never noticed before. She could feel 
his restlessly stirring hand, caressing it into even greater rigidity. "Do 
it then," she sighed. "Do it now!" 

"You want me or Willie?" he teased, rising to his knees and covering her 
with his partially naked body as he lowered the lust-swollen head of his 
cock to the portals of her widely gaping cunt. "Tell me." 

Her hand still clutching his rock-hard shaft, she pressed it downward and 
sighed as it slowly slid into her wetly throbbing cunt, "You! You! Only 
you!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN "I'm not going," Jack said that night when Cynthia came to 
his bedroom and started packing his bag. 

"You have to go, Jack. School starts in a week," Cynthia paused and stared 
at her pouting nephew. 

"Well, I can go to school here." 

"I love you, Jack," she sighed. "But you cannot stay with me any longer." 

"I don't know why not! My mother would let me, I know she would," he 
snapped. "That is, if you really wanted me." 

"Jack, listen to me!" She stepped toward him and dropped to her knees beside 
the bed where he was sitting. It had been easy to decide to send him away 
when Morgan had been with her, but she loved this handsome teenager so much 
that it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Now, she continued, her voice 
breaking, "I ... I didn't want to tell you ... but I guess I have no 
choice." 

"Tell me that ... that you don't want me anymore," the youth snapped at his 
humbly kneeling aunt and pulled his hand away as she reached for it. 

"No ... that's not true. I still love you and want you, but I can't have 
you," she wiped the tears from her eyes and quietly continued, "Mr. Morgan 
found out about us, and if I don't send you away, he's going to call the 
police ... and tell them everything." 

"No ... how ... who?" 

"He heard Willie and Tim talking. It doesn't matter how he found out. He 
knows." 

Suddenly, Jack realized that what he saw in his uncle's study was a result 
of that knowledge. Willie's father had raped Cyn and then threatened to call 
the cops if she didn't stop making love to him. But it had looked to him as 
if she were enjoying it ... as if she wanted him to rape her. 

"But, I think you like Mr. Morgan better than me, don't you?" 

"No, baby, I like you better than anyone in the world. It's just that it's 
against the law to make love to your nephew," she said bitterly. 

"But, you do like him." 

"Yes, I do," Cynthia felt a sudden glow of excitement as she thought about 
the wrestler. 

"Well, I hate him," Jack snapped. 

Cynthia finished packing his bag in silence and then sat down on the bed 
beside her belligerent nephew. "You go to sleep and I'll wake you tomorrow 
morning. We have to be at the airport at ten o'clock." 

"I won't sleep a wink." 

"Yes you will," she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. 

She left the silent boy and went to her own bedroom where she stood silently 
staring down at her sleeping husband. Suddenly, tears of sadness filled the 
young wife's eyes, and she knew that she had experienced something this 
summer that few people ever know about. She had known a completely selfless 
love with Jack. Completely selfless. Tomorrow, Jack would be leaving her! It 
was the only way! 

She would never be able to live with him in the future without wanting to 
sample again and again the incestuous love she'd enjoyed all summer. But 
then, as she thought about it, she wiped the tears away and hoped that 
something even more wonderful would fill her life now that Morgan and she 
had clashed and joined ... 

She wondered what would happen to her life now that Morgan had entered it. 
He was here to stay ... for a while, anyway. In a way, they needed each 
other very much. He was a man without a woman; she was a woman without a 
man. 

"Poor John," she said, looking down at her prematurely old husband. 
Instinctively she realized they would not be together much longer. A month 
... a year. It didn't matter. It was all over between them, and she no 
longer hated him. 

Down the hall, she heard the restless and distraught Jack going to the 
living room. This was his last night ... "their" last night. Never again 
would she taste the sweet delight of their incestuous love. 

She swallowed. It really was too bad to send him away, without one last 
moment together. The boy obviously needed it for his shattered 
self-confidence. It was wrong. Terribly wrong. But at the same time, there 
was a Tightness about it that defied all laws, all morality. 

"Good night, John," she said softly to her husband. "Sleep tight." 

And then she was running down the hall, going to her nephew, her handsome 
teenage nephew...for one last time.... 


THE END
