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Mom gets it on
Paul Reynolds couldn't believe it. His cock was being totally engulfed in hot, live, moist flesh. His erect prick was encased in a living glove. His balls pulsed hotly as the unfamiliar sensations boiled through his teen body. Sleek legs and smooth thighs embraced his trim hips. His aunt's graceful arms clutched hungrily at him as his cock was enfolded in her steaming cunt. It wasn't like anything he had ever experienced before. Her hot breath puffed in his ear as his hips humped instinctively against hers.
"It's okay, Paul," she moaned. "It's all fight, baby. Everything is all right."
Everything was more than all right. Everything was fantastic. His aunt's soft tits were pressed warmly against his bare chest. Her nipples bored into his sensitive skin as she molded her body to his. His cock blazed as he stroked it in and out of her velvety cunt. Her lips nuzzled and nibbled his ear as his hips humped instinctively.
"Ah," she moaned. "Oh, God."
She groaned, and tightened her legs around him, then thrust her pelvis against him, hard. He felt her cunt walls convulsing and pumping around his engorged cock. His prick pulsed in answer. His pleasure increased, but somehow he knew it wasn't the peak. His belly felt hot and tight and full,
ready to do something incredible. He couldn't understand it, he had never felt anything like it before. But it was all part of the strange new sensations that had been growing inside him.
Pushed to the back of his mind were the lingering traces of the nightmare that had brought his aunt running to comfort him. The recurring dream of the searing flames had brought him surging up out of bed with a scream of agony that had brought his dead mother's sister dashing into his room. She had hugged him against her soft, warm body, then tumbled him back on the bed, cuddled him, crooned to him, reassured him, petted and stroked him. Then, somehow, they had each become aware of the other's nudity, and then his cock was all hard, and as they tossed together on the bed, it was pressing through her scratchy hair and into a hot velvety tunnel.
Aunt Lil was moving again. Her hips were squirming and writhing. Paul drew his cock out of her and slid it back in. The hot pool in his groin was growing hotter and hotter, and his prostate was knotting in anticipation.
"Oh no," his aunt moaned. "Please, no. Ah, God! Ah, God, not again! Not again!"
Paul couldn't understand what she was talking about. It sounded as if this had happened before, but it hadn't, not ever. This was something totally new to him.
"Awww, I'm cumming again," she moaned in the darkness. "Awww!"
Something was about to happen to Paul, too. But what was it? What was happening inside him? It was a funny, fiery feeling that something was going to happen. He had felt it before, once, when he climbed a tree, and rubbed his groin against the rough bark. He hadn't known what it was, but it had sure felt great. It felt even better now.
He hunched his hips forward, jammed his cock deep into his aunt's pulsing depths. His balls erupted in a series of flaming spurts. It felt as if they were pumping wads of fire down his cock. His whole body heaved and shuddered as he dumped gobs of tick, creamy juice into her. His muscles felt as if they were wringing all the fluid out of his body, squeezing it down the tight passage in his cock and into his aunt's pulsing depths.
One final, lingering shudder, and it was all over. He was limp, exhausted, slippery with sweat. His skin slid against his aunt's as they huddled together.
"Oh, my God," his aunt moaned. "What have we done, what have we done?"
Paul couldn't figure out what she meant, since his mind was as limp and drained as his cock.
"Oh, Paul, I'm sorry," his aunt apologized. She moved away from him, and his withered cock slipped from its slithery nest. He looked at her blankly, but it was dark and she couldn't see his face.
"It-it'll never happen again," the woman stammered. "Never, ever! Understand that, Paul, it will never happen again!" She slid off the bed, muttering to herself, something about becoming pregnant. Then she was gone from his room, leaving him alone and bewildered.
Mercifully, the nightmare was long gone, only an unpleasant memory now. But Paul still couldn't sleep. He lay on his back. The hot muggy air covered his sweaty body like a blanket. The sheet had been thrown on the floor by his thrashings during the nightmare. Staring up at the ceiling, he
thought about everything that had happened to him since his aunt and uncle had taken him in. He was changing, and he didn't understand it. He was getting hair down there. He decided that maybe it was about time he did. But he wasn't really sure.
And the funny feelings he'd been having had been getting stronger and stronger. There had been the time when he was climbing the tree. And his cock had gotten stiff and hard when he looked at his cousin Jan. That had been exciting. She was a year older than he was and something about her shape, and all the bare skin she had shown had made him feel all hot and tight inside. Just the way he had felt before he had spurted into his aunt.
He didn't understand it at all. He felt exhausted, but also incredibly alive and awake. He lay naked on his bed and stared at the ceiling. That was another funny thing, being naked. When they had gone shopping for clothes to replace the ones that had been lost in the fire, Aunt Lil had bought him everything but pajamas. And when she had come into his room, she hadn't been wearing anything. She hadn't even taken the time to grab her robe. She had been all satiny bare against him. Mom and Dad had never gone around naked. They had never let him, either, except in the bathtub behind a closed door.
But Mom and Dad were, dead and gone. That was why he was here, why he was sleeping naked, why he had kids his own age to play with, why he didn't have to come straight home after school and do chores.
And why he had seen his cousin in her swim suit, sunbathing in the back yard. Her tits had been cupped by the bra top and the bottom cut low
across her gently rounded tummy. His cock got hard again as he remembered her golden smooth skin. In his mind's eye, he could even see the glittering beads of sweat on her upper lip, the shining film of oil and perspiration on her smooth forehead. She hadn't seen him and he had slunk away silently, fearful she would sit up and see the awkward bulge in his pants.
A muffled sound caught Paul's attention. It was coming from his aunt's and uncle's bedroom. Puzzled and curious, he cocked his head and listened carefully. It wasn't talking, but it was a voice, possibly two voices. No, only one voice. Uncle Joe's. But there weren't any words, just grunts and groans.
Paul battled momentarily with his conscience, then slipped out of bed. Going over to the window, he eased the drapes aside, let the moonlight in. Very carefully, he unhooked the bottom of the screen. Easing one leg over the sill, he groped for the sloping roof below his dormer window, then ducked out into the warm night. Below him, the back yard was black and shadowy. His toes gripping the grainy texture of the shingles, he made his way toward the master bedroom. The window was wide open. A cautious peek revealed that the curtains were open, too.
Carefully, Paul poked his head up and peered inside. The sound had changed. Uncle Joe wasn't moaning any more, and there was a hot panting noise. There was an occasional wet sucking sound, too. Paul felt his cock swelling as he moved carefully so he could see better.
The bed was spotlighted by the shaft of moonlight from the window. The head of the bed was toward Paul, tucked up against the wide dormer window.
Paul had a perfect view of the entire bed, and the couple on it. He stifled a gasp. His cock thrust out sharply, as a hot ball knotted his guts again.
Uncle Joe was lying on his back. His head was out of sight behind the end of the bed. Paul could see his uncle from the chest down. He was naked. He had hair around the base of his cock, thick, black curly hair. But what really got to Paul was his aunt She was kneeling between her husband's spread legs, leaning over his groin. She was kissing Uncle Joe's towering cock, like it had been hurt, and she was soothing it. His prick was immense! Her lips encircled the knobby head, and then she actually took his cock into her mouth. Its mammoth bulk spread her jaws wide. She was holding the towering cylinder by the base, and bobbing her head slowly up and down. Her blonde hair gleamed in the moonlight. Paul couldn't see her face, so he didn't know what her expression was. He could see her tits, mature, swaying globes tugging downward as she bent to her task. The tips were sharp, conical, dark.