and began toying with his sex flesh.
As Erik spread his legs wide, Barbara's hand scooped in beneath his balls and cupped both of them warmly, kneading them gently while her thumb did delightful things to the base of his cockshaft, pressing into the hard flesh of it rhythmically and coaxing it to yet extra length, extra firmness. Then, to the teen's amazement, her finger that was slick from the spit around his ballsac eased right into the hot, damp crack of his ass. Erik raised his hips slightly to help her do whatever it was she was going to do and he gasped audibly as her fingertip found his anus and began pressing against the sides, ringing it, stretching the sphincter and making it slick and moist.
Then, incredibly, her finger moved right inside his asshole, sliding slickly and without noticeable resistance. The first knuckle was inside his bowels, then the second, then the rest of her long slim finger, and it twisted around and made contact with his nut-like prostate, massaging it in a special way that made the root of his cock turn into molten lava and his balls jerk violently. The sensation was just that good.
'Oh, God, don't do that!' Erik said, his big cock thumping like a jack-hammer and his balls nearly turning into helpless hot liquid. 'I can't stand the feel of your finger up my asshole much longer. My balls ache good. My cock hurts better than ever. I'm going to cum, Aunt Babs! Please stop it, and let me fuck you. I've got to cum inside your… your cunt. Oh, please don't, it hurts much good.'
Chuckling, Barbara slowly withdrew her finger from his anus, moving it slowly and from side to side so the teen could feel the entire passage of her finger, much like she was going to feel the entire passage of his incredible cock, stretching and filling her cuntal mouth, her pussy lips kissing it nonstop all the way to the fat, broad root.
'Do you think you'll ready for that, Erik.' Barbara Jean asked, falling back and spreading her legs, making room for her little nephew between them and pulling at his shoulders, helping position his frame over her, his knees nestling between her legs and the coarse hairs of his legs tickling her legs delightfully.
'Jesus, yes,' Erik said, looking down into her wide-spread cuntal mouth, at her clitoris, fat and red and anxious, at the inner lips, holly pink and flexing with anticipation. He grabbed his fuck stick like a baseball bat and nestled the fat cock head of it tight against her clitoris, feeling the warmth of her cunt lips making their first tentative kiss of his cock lips and further firing his determination to, at last, finally, get his cock inside a real live pussy.
Betty Sue Swensen despite all the anxieties of the day and the nearly exhausting, though pleasantly so, cunt-eating session with her sister, was still having troubled sleep. It was the matter of her adultery that was doing it to her, not her incest or her perverted joy in sucking her sister's pussy.
She kept slipping into shallow sleep until her thoughts would bring back the flavor of Dr. Montgomery's talented cock or the delightfully different contours of Reverend Donaldson's gnarled black monster. And occasionally, the shape of her own son's cock, firm and locked within her grasp all she had to do was reach out and take it, and have it, and know it.
Something jarred her out of her shallow reverie and she sat up in bed, shaking her head to clear it, wondering what it had been. It was already late in the morning and the brilliant sunshine was flooding the master bedroom with light and warmth. She didn't hear it again, whatever it was, perhaps something from outside the house, but she strained her hearing anyway, listening.
Paint sounds, as if someone was choking to death, finally reached her ears. They seemed to be coming from across the hallway. She wasn't sure she should get up and investigate or not.
Then there were muffled mumbled, as if someone was talking in hushed tones. She got out of bed and walked into the ball, listening more closely, and she heard it clearly then.
'Oh, God, don't do that. I can't stand the feel of your fingers up my asshole much longer. My balls ache good. My cock hurts better than ever. I'm going to cum, Aunt Babs. Please stop it, and let me fuck you. I've got to cum inside your… your cunt. Oh, please don't, it hurts much too good.' It was her own son, saying all those foul, depraved things.
'Do you think you're ready for that, Erik?' And that was her sister, the love of her life, her same-sex fuck partner. How disgusting, she thought, turning toward Barbara's bedroom door and moving quickly.
'Jesus, yes,' Erik said, swinging atop his aunt and taking his hard cock in his hand, smearing it wound her pussy lips and pressing against her sensitive, throbbing clitoris with the lips of his cockhead, bracing himself, his hips poised, pushing forward, his cockhead just barely spreading the inner lips of his aunt's fragrant, over-heated fuck hole.
'You bitch!' Betty Sue said, storming in the room and grabbing Erik by his shoulder, literally jerking him out of her sister's grasp and pushing him aside, almost unnoticed.
'How could you!' Betty Sue was furious. Disappointment and betrayal radiated outward from her squeezed- up eyes. 'My very own sister, deliberately seducing my son. Well, if that's the way you act around here, you can just leave. Got out of my house as quick as you can get your things together. And I don't ever want to see you again!'
Grabbing Erik by his wrist, dragging him after her, Betty Sue hurried to the hallway, slamming the guest bedroom door loudly behind them.
'But-but…' Barbara Jean sputtered. But it was too late and there was really nothing she could say.
CHAPTER NINE
It was an incredible Saturday morning.
In all his eighteen years, Erik Swensen had never been so completely frustrated. Despite all his efforts, all his near hits, he was still a virgin, though his cock had been pulled on and sucked on and groped and squeezed until he thought his balls would just fall off, he still hadn't fucked. The burden of his shame was nearly overwhelming.
His cock was so hard he couldn't believe it, sticking out in front of his belly and pointing almost right straight up, the glistening precum dotting the eye of his cockhead, his balls aching feverishly as if they had been pounded on by a sledgehammer. And there he was, being dragged along by his mother, her grip firm and unrelenting around his wrist.
He was more naked than the day he had been born, because he had that hard-on that made him a man, because he had those two heavy ovoid balls generating the difference between little babies and functional males. And he hardly had time to even think about his nudity, so rapid had been his mother's actions once she had entered Barbara Jean's room and pulled Erik, literally, out of the saddle. She pulled his cockhead that was just beginning to taste a pussy with its own nerve endings right out of the cunt it was almost about to enter. She was dragging him across the hallway to her own bedroom.
Betty Sue Swensen was naked herself, though she didn't even know it. Whatever state her body might have been in wasn't even in her thoughts, so incredible had been the scene she witnessed between her very own sister and her son. The very idea of it was sickening to her, the thought of her dearly loved sister actually about to fuck her son, to take the cock that had been formed within her own belly and put it inside Barbara's was just too much. Betty Sue was positive, that her sister had absolutely no shame at all. Why, the thing she was doing was depraved and sinful. It was even incest, that horrible crime against nature, one of the most rigid taboos of all time.
She pushed through the door of her bedroom and pulled Erik through it, pushing him ahead while she deliberately closed and locked the door to the hallway, turning on Erik like a fury from Hell, the full force of her outrage nearly sending sparks flying off her brown hair, out of her brown eyes, in all directions.
'Oh, God, Erik!' she said. 'I'm so ashamed of you. Christ, I thought I raised you better than that. Don't you know what you were doing? What a horrible crime, a sin actually, you were participating in?'
'But Mom, I…' Erik began, looking suddenly very vulnerable despite the massive erection that had just begun to recede.
'Don't you 'but, Mom' me, young man!' she said. 'I saw you with my very own eyes, in your own aunt's bedroom. Obviously you had to go in there, Barbara Jean didn't drag you into her bed. You did it deliberately, so you aren't as innocent as you want me to think.'
'Just too disgusting for words, groveling around naked in her bed, in my own sister's arms, wallowing in… in her… well, you know. You were doing it. With your big… your big…'
