teenager. And, Christ, what an ass! There was something special about an eighteen year old girl's ass. You could eat an ass like that all day and all night.
Joanna wriggled on his thrusting cock. 'I'm coming!' she groaned. 'Fuck me harder!'
Charlie grunted a reply and began pumping more vigorously. Within moments they were both moaning as the orgasms overwhelmed their senses.
CHAPTER TWO
Jerry Barker had always been turned on by his aunt. He'd had dreams and fantasies about her ever since his first awakened interest in women. He thought of her dressed and undressed, in all sorts of lewd poses, showing her tits and ass and cunt, fucking and sucking like the women he'd seen in skinflicks. His favorite fantasy had him sucking Joanna's tits while he fingered her pussy. That was the fantasy that had brought him off at the conclusion of thousand sessions of beating his meat with his fist. Now two days after arriving at his Aunt Joanna's house, the boy's passion for her was strong as ever.
He thought about her constantly. It didn't help that Joanna and his mother liked to parade around the house and lawn wearing skimpy bikinis or halters and shorts.
His mother was the other woman in his fantasies. These thoughts were the most exciting, but sometimes he was afraid of them. She was, after all, his mother. Blonde and lovely and with a great body, but still his mother.
Both his mother and his aunt seemed unattainable. He was not a virgin. He'd fucked four different girls in high school, and for the past six months he and his sister Laurie had been having wild sessions of mutual sucking and masturbation that usually left him limp with exhaustion.
But teenage girls were not women, at least not to Jerry. They were not as luscious as his mother or Joanna. His brunette aunt was something special. He found himself turned on whenever he was near her. Her body and her knowing look and the way she walked and talked were all terribly exciting.
They were alone in the house now. All the others had gone into town for one reason or another. Joanna was fiddling with some paperwork in the attic study and Jerry was in the kitchen rubbing his cock through the denim of his jeans as he thought about fucking her.
Then Joanna was suddenly there at the entrance to the kitchen and it was obvious she had seen him playing with his cock.
Jerry cursed, flushed a beet red and turned his back to her. 'I thought you were in the attic,' he croaked.
'I was,' Joanna chuckled, 'but now I'm here. You're being silly, you know.'
'Silly about what?'
'You shouldn't be embarrassed. I'm old enough to be your mother and I know all about teenaged boys. You can't help getting an erection and you can't help touching yourself. There's nothing wrong with doing that.'
'Jesus, do we have to talk about it?'
Joanna smiled. 'It can't hurt. But right now I've got to get out of these clothes and get into something more comfortable. Maybe we'll talk later.' She ran her fingers over his face and left him.
The boy stood there, cursing himself for being a fool. He was a teen and almost a man. He told himself he ought to have more poise. It was childish to be flustered so easily. But of course he had this thing for Joanna and just being near her made him dizzy.
She's changing her clothes, he thought. He tried to imagine what it would be like to watch her strip. Just thinking about it made him tremble. Then he remembered that Joanna's bedroom had windows on the veranda, and that during the day the blinds were usually open. Did he dare steal on the veranda to have a look at her? He decided he had to try it. The impulse was too strong to resist. Within minutes he was on the veranda outside his aunt's window, peering cautiously at her through the blinds.
Inside the room Joanna was full aware that her nephew was spying on her. She was amused and flattered. She adored this sort of attention. Her thoughts about the boy were lustier than ever, and she decided this was a marvelous time to do something about it.
First she slowly stripped out of her blouse and bra. She'd seen the boy's eyes on her tits countless times and she tried to imagine what he was feeling now that he was getting to see them for the first time. Was his cock hard? Joanna quivered at the thought of it.
She hefted her big tits in her hands, pulled and pinched her dark nipples until they stood out like stalks. She imagined the boy sucking her tits until her nipples hurt and she had to close her eyes with the pleasure of her fantasy.
The skirt now. She left her shoes on. She dropped her skirt, stepped out of it and arranged it on a hanger in the closet. She had her back to him, showing him the swell of her asscheeks through the thin material of her panties. Did he like her ass? Boys his age were usually turned on more by tits than ass. Their preference usually changed as they grew older and more sophisticated.
Pretending to be looking for something on the floor of the closet, she bent forward to give him a view of her ass and cunt. She imagined he could see the hairy pouch of her cunt from the rear this way.
She felt her knees tremble with excitement. The insides of her thighs were wet with her cuntjuice. She finally straightened up. Enough of this, she thought. She had to have him. Quickly finding a halter and a pair of shorts, she dressed and left the bedroom.
They met in the kitchen again. Joanna restrained a smile because she knew that he had hurried to get back there before her. Once again she was aware of his eyes on her tits, and she was amused that now his eyes were more knowing.
They chatted awhile about his life at home, and then she said, 'And what about girls. Do you have a steady girlfriend?'
'Not now,' he said, his eyes glued to the valley between her melon-like tits.
Joanna smiled. 'You're staring.'
'Sorry.'
'I don't really mind. It's flattering. You like big ones, I can tell. I'm sitting here with hardly anything on and maybe it's not right. Do you want me to put more clothes on? If you say so, I will.'
He protested, of course. She teased him about how he always ogled her tits, and then she asked him if he'd ever had sex with a woman her age. 'An older woman,' she said. 'Not that I'm that old, but you know what I mean.'
He blushed and shook his head. 'I've been with only teenage girls. Sometimes I think they're boring.'
'Of course they're boring,' she smiled. 'They don't want to do. They don't know what boys like. Isn't that right?'
'I don't know,' he shrugged.
'Would you like to make it with me, Jerry?'
'Jesus, you're my aunt.'
'So what? Do you think I'm too old for you?'
'It's just that you're my aunt.'
'Don't bother about that. Come on, let's kiss and see what it's like.'
Docile, the boy moved into her arms. Their lips fused in a kiss. Joanna moved his hands to her tits. He tried to pull back, but she held on to him. Soon he yielded. His hands clutched her tits as his tongue explored her mouth.
She could feel the bulge of his cock pressing against her belly. She slipped a hand down and traced the outline of his hard cockshaft with her fingertips.
Even through the rough denim of his jeans she could feel he had a big prick. She quivered with excitement.
Her pussy was wet. She could feel the juice running down the insides of her thighs. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his hard cock with her fingers.
Finally Joanna moved back from the boy and removed her halter to bare her tits to his hot gaze. She smiled,
