Uncle Joe was gasping. His hands touched his wife's head gently, guided her. Her head bobbed slowly, up and down, up and down.
Something about the sight got Paul's 1cock harder than ever. He was aware of the night air touching his naked body as he crouched on the roof outside his aunt's bedroom. He thought of what it had felt like to have his cock in his aunt, and then thought of what it must feel like to have her mouth around it. There was a hot, stinging, itching sensation and the tip of his cock suddenly felt cold, felt almost as if it was wet.
Uncle Joe lifted Lil's head off his prick, and she
looked up. Paul ducked down hastily, afraid he had been seen. Then, carefully, he peeked again when he realized he was invisible because of the angle of the curtain. Aunt Lil was smiling. Her lips were shining with spit. Uncle Joe's cock was gleaming with saliva. She was still holding it upright.
She moved, straddled the man as Paul watched. Her crotch was wide open. She had hair there, too. Hers was a trim, pale patch. The light wasn't bright enough for Paul to tell what color it was. Blonde or red. Not very dark, anyway. Her tits were full and lush. Her nipples were dark cones at the ends of the soft mounds. Straddling Uncle Joe, she pointed his rigid cock into her crotch, and lowered herself onto it, slowly. It vanished into her like a magic act. That must have been where his cock had been, Paul reflected.
She was doing the same thing with Uncle Joe that she had just done with him! Paul watched, sweat popping out on his forehead. Uncle Joe's big, strong hands clamped down on Lil's tits, and Paul dreamed how those warm, soft globes must feel. Aunt Lil sank lower, and Paul remembered how it had felt to have hot flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock. The expression on her face was a little like pain, but not exactly. She lifted, and Joe's stiff, shining prick emerged from her cunt. She lowered, and it vanished again. Her light bush tangled with Uncle Joe's black one.
Leaning forward slightly, her hands braced on Uncle Joe's ribs, she bobbed her hips, pumped up and down on his monster shaft. Paul glanced down at his own cock, tried to gauge the difference in sizes. He felt dwarfed by his uncle's mature prick. No wonder Paul's cock had slid so easily into his aunt's opening, if she was used to having Uncle Joe's mammoth prick inserted there.
Uncle Joe was panting harder and grunting softly. He had moved his hands from Aunt Lil's tits to her trim waist. He was guiding her as she raised and dropped on him. His hips bounced up off the bed, drove his cock up into her cunt as she came down on him. Their bodies met with an audible crash.
Uncle Joe jammed up into her and arched, held his ass up off the bed. His stomach muscles were rigid and hard. His thighs quivered and shuddered with the strain. His ass cheeks clenched rhythmically, and Paul suddenly realized his uncle was doing the same thing that he had done earlier. The memory made Paul's cock twitch. He curled his fingers around his throbbing prick and watched the culmination of the fucking before him.
Aunt Lil lay forward on top of her husband. Before her body touched Uncle Joe's, Paul had a brief glimpse of their pubic patches. They were, all stringy and matted. Creamy fluids flowed from the woman's stuffed cunt.
"What got into you?" Uncle Joe asked as he stroked Lil's bare back.
"I-I saw you lying there naked and I just couldn't resist. Paul-Paul had a nightmare again," she explained. "I went in to make sure he was all right, and when I came back I saw you."
"And you woke me up," he finished. "Paul okay?"
"He didn't really wake up," Aunt Lil answered.
Paul was stunned. Why was she lying?
"I, ah, hate to bring it up at this late date, but did you take any precautions?" Uncle Joe asked.
Lil mumbled something, and shook her head. Paul was puzzled. Precautions against what?
"I-I don't think I can get pregnant right now," Lil added nervously.
"I sure as hell hope not," Uncle Joe retorted. "We're a bit old to be having a baby."
"Thirty-five isn't old!" Lil snapped.
"Just the same…"
"Don't worry," she soothed. "I'll douche. Which reminds me, maybe you had better-ah-clue Paul in on the facts of life. He's getting to that age, you know."
"Hmmmm…"
"You know how sheltered he was," Aunt Lil went on. "My sister wasn't exactly liberal about sex."
"I always wondered how she managed to get pregnant," Joe observed.
"I think Jacob finally resorted to rape. Anyway, will you talk with Paul?"
"I wonder if the kid knows anything," Uncle Joe mused.
"I doubt it. And I don't want him getting Jan pregnant."
"But, if he doesn't know anything, he won't think of it, will he?"
Aunt Lil nibbled awkwardly on her lower lip. "Even if he doesn't know anything now, he will soon."
Paul was getting more and more puzzled. She knew how much he knew! They had just done it, the two of them. It didn't make sense.
Suddenly Paul remembered his aunt had muttered something when she left him about getting pregnant. Now, if she did get pregnant, it could as easily be by him as by Uncle Joe.
When his aunt got up and headed for the bathroom, Paul sidled back away from the window
and headed for his own room. Outside his window, he paused. Ten feet down he could see Jan's window. Curiosity and restlessness made him continue cautiously along.
He peered in her window. Her drapes were open, too. Evidently he was the only one who had worried about being seen and closed the drapes. When he thought about it, he felt stupid. There was no way anyone could see in, unless of course they climbed along the roof like he was doing!
Paul looked into Jan's room, and his mouth went dry. She was sprawled out on her back. Moonlight poured over her. She was nude. The covers had been kicked aside. One leg was bent at the knee. The other was straight. One hand lay across her lower torso. The fingers just touched the hazy puff of her pubic bush. Her chest moved with her steady, even breathing. Her maturing tits were graceful, smooth mounds. Her nipples were so pale they were almost invisible.
The sight of her graceful, relaxed nudity made Paul's heart hammer and his cock swell. He stared, amazed anything could be so incredibly beautiful. Her short blonde hair curled around her ears. Her perfect face was in complete repose. Her lips were parted slightly. Paul had the urge to slip into her room and plunge his aching cock into her invitingly open crotch. The thought made him groan softly.
Jan moved, and Paul jerked back, afraid he had awakened her. When the creaking of the bed ceased, he risked another peek. She hadn't waken up, only turned, rolled to her side. She was facing away from him, cutting off his view of her clit and tits. Disappointed, he started to leave, when he noticed her ass. He paused. The smooth globes of her asscheeks had a sleek beauty and attractiveness that surprised him.
It was amazing that that part of her body was as beautiful and arousing as her front was. Her legs were bent, making the roundness of her ass more pronounced. The dark crevice looked mysterious and inviting. For a long time, his cock throbbing, his body quivering with lust, he studied the different vision of womanhood.
Then the sound of drapes being pulled made him jump and lurch and almost fall off the roof. Turning carefully, he crept back to his room, terrified he had been caught in the act. His door was closed, and the window screen was still unlatched. Apparently, the noise had come from his aunt's and uncle's room. Slipping into his room, he threw himself down on the bed. He tried to relax, but couldn't. He was all knotted up inside. The focus of his tension was his rigid prick. He thought of what he had seen his uncle and aunt doing, and curled his hand around his aching, rock-hard cock. He thought about his cousin's graceful young body, and the tension built still higher.