"Ohhh, Carl… Ohhh fuck me my darling… fuck me to death!"
Carl bit her back and then kissed it. His hips were working steadily now, rooting the head of that huge cock deeper all the time.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Mona," he gasped.
"Only because you are," she breathed back. Her knuckles were white as she clasped the edge of the billiard table.
Vicky tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. She managed to lick her lips and pull herself together somewhat before putting her eye back to the crack in the sliding door.
"Yesssss…" Mona was plunging and roiling her ass, moving against the surging power of Carl's lovemaking. His cock was buried to the hilt now and Vicky could hear the sucking, slick sounds of their fuck. There was an unmistakable aroma of hot pussy, too, which drifted through the tiny opening she was using. There was certainly nothing dirty about the smell. There was even a hint of perfume along with it. Expensive perfume. And for the first time Vicky found herself amused by what she observed. The only way to describe that overall scent was to call it the smell of very pampered cunt. And so her aunt was just that. A very pampered cunt.
"Deeper… deeper my darling!" Mona's head flopped on the green felt. She was drooling a little. Vicky found herself very excited. Even though she hadn't resolved her moral uncertainties, the witnessing of the event was terribly thrilling. To watch her strong, virile father really slap the meat to good old Aunt Mona! It served Florence right for pulling that silly headache bit all the time. Mona wasn't going to let a headache get in the way at a time like this.
"Mona baby, you're lovely… the loveliest fuck!" Carl grabbed his sister's wide hips and rooted to the hilt. From the squishy, slurpy sounds Vicky could almost imagine the slickened head of his prick rubbing and pressing in the deep folds in her aunt's body. What did that feel like to a woman anyway? Vicky's only experience was her own finger and she was certain that a man's prick could fill a girl's clasping tube much better.
"Carl… Carl… Jesus God in heaven!"
Mona's back was sharply curved now, arched down as she lifted her quivering ass high to make room for the gouging, ramming cock. Carl held her cheeks firmly as he fucked in and out with savage movements of his body. It was getting good for him, too. Vicky could tell.
"Are you getting it good, Mona?" he gasped, biting his lip. His gray-flecked hair was mussed and there was a patina of sweat on his forehead. Mona pounded the surface of the billiard table weakly and seemed to be choking. But Vicky knew that she wasn't really choking at all.
"Carl… Ohhh I'm going to come! I am… I am my darling! Now-ow-ow-ow! Unhhhhhh!"
Carl seemed to come unglued. Vicky's mouth fell open as she watched him almost climb up Mona's back, his muscled ass plunging wildly now, going at her aunt's ass from every angle, every speed. Then he held himself as deep as his shaft would fit and it seemed like Mona had gone into convulsions. She flopped belly down on the table, her breasts popping from the tennis blouse she wore. Vicky saw that they weren't as firm as her own young tits, but for a woman of forty-five, they looked fantastic.
"Yesssss, Carl… Ohhhhhh!" With a shriek, Mona seemed to tremble all over and collapse. But her ass was still dipping and dancing and making quick little circles around the plunging movement of Carl's cock. His shaft was shiny and dark with trapped blood. And now Vicky could see something oozing down the underside, dripping down to his balls. As he fucked with animal fury, the droplets splatted to the rug, darkening it noticeably.
Vicky could hardly think. The wild show before her eyes was exciting enough if she'd had no personal connection. But the fact that it was her father and his sister making love on the billiard table in her very own home… She worked her teeth against her lip and felt another tingle of pleasure shoot through her pussy.
Carl was holding his cock deep again now, resting his chest against Mona's tan back. They were both panting like crazy and, except for an occasional shiver or jerk, the fucking seemed to be at an end. Vicky could see her father's cum making whitish trails down the insides of both of Mona's thighs now. The hot stuff leaked all the way to her ankles and dripped off slowly. The room was full of a sharp smell, something Vicky had never had a whiff of before. She wasn't sure it was Carl's cum she smelled. But she hadn't smelled anything like that when they'd just been fucking.
"That'll ruin my tennis game for the rest of the day," Mona breathed as Carl continued to kiss her back. With a sucking sound his cock slipped from Mona's body and Vicky held her breath again as she watched the cum hang in strings from the tip. Mona turned and slid to her knees on the floor before Carl. With hungry animal sounds she began to clean him up. Vicky watched spellbound. She'd never in her life heard of such things happening. But the two of them were even closer to her vantage point than before. She could see her aunt's tongue flicking out, curving around the cum-coated head. Carl's cock was only slightly wilted and it hung down at a curved angle. His sister held it up delicately with her long fingers, her lips and tongue working gingerly over the raw, fevered surface. Then she turned her face brightly up at Carl and smiled, cum glistening on her lips. Finally, Vicky managed to swallow.
"Oh wow," she breathed to herself, "wowee!"
Vicky didn't know where she was going when she stumbled from the room. She'd left the little service door open, left the paring knife on the counter. She felt dazed and strangely excited too. Her own father! But all she could really see when she thought of him was the shape of his cock. The slippery way it had penetrated her aunt's pussy. Her body tingled as she pushed a door open and wandered back through the grounds.
It was a beautiful day, birds twittering in the trees, the sun coming through the leaves. Vicky wondered if she should feel upset because she'd witnessed incest. But she wasn't particularly disturbed. She tugged a braid as she walked, looking down at her feet, feeling the grass poke between her toes. Her T-shirt felt uncomfortably tight until she realized that it was because her nipples had grown larger. This was something new to her too. She'd noticed the phenomenon a couple of times while bathing. But now with the soft cotton rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, she thought she might go crazy if she couldn't fling off everything and roll in the prickly grass.
The thin denim of her shorts had pulled up between her cunt lips too. That was because her labia had swollen and bloomed apart. She felt like she was being fingered expertly by some invisible force. Every step she took was beginning to really get to her.
"Damn… what's happening to me anyway?"
She thought of the incident on the plane, of how she'd worked her middle finger gently into her hole and then rubbed herself with her thumb until she'd come. Then she blushed at the thought of what Dr. Holden had seen as he'd peeked from behind his paper. How could anyone be so sneaky? She shook the thoughts away and tried to keep her mind from spinning off into wild flurries of desire.
Vicky was about to turn around and return to her room so she could give herself a good fingerfucking when she came around the corner of the guest house. There on the grass knelt the most beautiful male she'd ever seen in her life. He was holding a knife in one hand and an intricately-worked piece of wood in the other. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun, his hair was blond and shoulder length. Vicky's breath left her as she recalled the reverie she'd had on the plane while exciting herself. That dream prince she'd conjured up out of her dreams. Here he was in the flesh, almost every detail perfect. And then she knew that this was her cousin Kevin. The long-lost cousin who couldn't speak a word.