For just a moment she imagined letting him stuff that delicious stiff cock into her, and she moaned softly and felt the helpless thick cream leaking from her cunt. My God, she wanted it… She wanted it desperately.
But she wasn't going to do it. She simply could not fuck her own child.
Mark watched her flushed dizzy face, heard her soft moans, but he mistook their meaning.
"Don't be impatient, doll," he laughed. "I'm gonna ball you right now, as soon as I get these jeans off. I know you want it. It's gonna be good, too. Like I told you, I'm a damned good lay."
It was his cocky bragging that gave Karen that will to resist. Her body screamed for him, but in her mind she could imagine the results. That knowing grin, more and more demands, the awful chance that Bill might find out – it was too much to risk.
Positive that he had her, Mark stood up and slipped his jeans down around his ankles. He wore no shorts, and his rampant young prick stood straight up, hugging his belly, rosy and swollen. As he started to step out of his jeans, Karen scrambled to her feet.
"Hey, dammit, what're you doing?" Mark said.
"I'm going upstairs," Karen panted. "This has got to stop, Mark. I told you, it's all wrong, and I won't do it."
Mark was furious. He had a mean streak in him when he was frustrated, and it came out now. He slapped his beautiful aunt hard across the face. Stunned, Karen sank to her knees.
"Now, you listen, Auntie," the boy said harshly. "No more bullshit from you. I know you want me. I licked your cunt, and I felt it. You're not gonna leave me with a hard-on, unless you wanta get slapped all over this basement. Now, take off my pants, and be quick about it."
Karen helped him step out of his jeans, thinking rapidly as she did so. She could still get away from him, but he was so angry that he might tell everything to Bill. He might tell Bill that he'd gone down on her, that she'd loved it… No, she couldn't let that happen.
She had to appease Mark, get him in a good mood. And the only way to do that was to bring him off.
"That's better," Mark said, stepping out of his jeans. "You better understand, Auntie – you're not leaving this basement till I get my rocks off. Nobody leaves me with a cock-stand."
This was a side of Mark's personality she'd never seen before, whose existence she'd never imagined. He talked like a rough street punk, a junior sadist. Obviously he was sexually experienced. She shuddered, half afraid of him.
"Now get down on your back," he commanded. "Get your legs open. You're gonna take my cock, Auntie, and you're not gonna give me any shit."
Karen's mind whirled. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't. Not with her own nephew, a boy young enough to be ha son. How could she live in the same house with him, meet his eyes day after day, a constant reminder that she'd committed incest?
"Hurry up, dammit," Mark snarled. "On your back…"
No, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was unfaithful to Bill, if she balled her own adopted son. She knew she had to satisfy the boy, but she couldn't fuck him. There was only one solution, something she'd never tried before, something that half disgusted her… But it was the only way out.
Karen sank to her knees before him and tried to make her voice sound husky and excited.
"Wait, Mark," she said, "till I take off my clothes. It'll be more fun that way, don't you think?"
Mark grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, good idea," he said. "Take off everything, Auntie."
Karen obeyed, blushing. Her panties were gone already, and after she slipped her dress off over her head, she was wearing only a blue lace bra. She unhooked it and slowly let it fall off the stiff paints of her unusually large breasts.
Mark watched hungrily, licking his lips. His aunt's huge cone-shaped tits were even bigger than he'd imagined, capped with large pink nipples. Man, they'd be a fistful! He just had to touch them. The fucking could wait a moment – he was sure he had her.
"Stand up," he said.
Karen stood up, blushing with embarrassment as the boy's hot eyes swept from her huge pointed tits down to the thick golden puff of her mans. He planted his hands firmly on her breasts and began to squeeze and knead the soft creamy flesh, grinning as he did so.
"Nice," he said, "really nice. Uncle Bill's a lucky guy, with a pair of knockers like this to suck."
Karen's face flamed. The boy moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers, and she felt his rock-hard young cock rubbing her belly. Mark bent and sucked one of her big pink cone-shaped nipples into his mouth.
"Ohhhh," Karen moaned helplessly.
He sucked fast and hot on her sensitive nipples, and pleasure threatened to overwhelm her again. She swayed against him, moaning. She didn't lose her resolve, however. She was NOT going to fuck this boy. She shuddered to think what she would have to do instead, but she knew it had to be that way.
Mark raised his head from her stiff spit-soaked nipple. He was breathing hard, obviously unable to wait a moment longer. He pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.
"Get down now, Auntie," he said breathlessly. "Open your legs for me. I gotta get into you."
Karen swallowed hard. She hoped her act would be convincing. "Mark, wait," she said. "Just let me… I want to suck your cock."
He gawked at her, then grinned triumphantly.
"I'll be damned," he said. "I never figured you for a cock-sucker, Auntie. But if that's what you want, be my guest."
Her trick had worked. She didn't want to blow him – the very idea made her gag. She'd never done such a thing in her life. But at least this way he wouldn't fuck her and she wouldn't be quilty of incest.
Mark stepped back a little, hands on hips, grinning obscenely. His rosy boy-prick hugged his belly, drooling big bright bubbles of juice. On her knees, Karen leaned forward, trembling. She gingerly curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick and gently lowered the stiff organ till she could reach it with her mouth.
Mark saw her little pink tongue flash out. She licked swiftly all around the swollen knobby head of his dick, then began working down the shaft. He chuckled. He'd never dreamed his dignified puritanical aunt would give a blow job.
Karen was relieved to find that his dribbling cock juice didn't taste too bad. Perhaps she could get through this act after all. She licked his rosy rigid prick thoroughly, buying time, working from the dark red head right down to the tight patch of platinum curls at the base of his cock.
She could lick him, yes, but would she be able to put that thing in her mouth? She had to. There was no other way…
Mark was getting impatient. "Come on, baby," he said, "let's skip the foreplay and get on with it. Stick it in your mouth, Auntie. Suck my dick."
Karen knew she couldn't stall any longer. She opened her moist lips and went down on him, taking his fat hard boy-cock deep into her mouth. Her lips were painfully stretched, and she almost gagged when his bubbling glans touched her throat.
"Yeah, YEAH," Mark gasped, falling forward to steady himself against her shoulders. "Yeah, blow me, baby, suck that meat…"
Karen sucked, struggling to overcome her horror and nausea. His fat hard prick seemed to stuff her mouth till she could hardly breathe. She sucked fast and hard, wanting to bring him off fast.
"Hey, no amateur stuff, okay?" Mark panted, gripping her shoulders. "Take it all in. I want you to suck the whole thing."
Karen moaned, but she did as he said, sucking in his throbbing meat till his furry young balls rubbed her chin. His hard knobby glans was in her throat, choking her. Desperately she sucked faster, harder, wanting to end her torment.
Mark was delighted. She was gobbling his meat, sucking ravenously like she was starved for it. Man, he'd really turned her on.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he panted. "Tastes great, don't it? And you can have as much as you want."