Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Katy's Boobs - Chapter 2 Summary: Tom got his cousin Katy, but what about Aunt Ellen.... Keywords: mf,inc,fic, When I woke up late the next morning, everyone else was already up. I could hear them chattering in the kitchen over breakfast. Only then did I realize that I'd left my boxers in Katy's room.... A mixture of panic, amazement and all-out erotic lust flooded my being in that moment. What the FUCK had I done! My satiated, flaccid cock gave a gentle twitch to remind me it had REALLY enjoyed last night's adventure with my 18-year-old cousin. My heart began beating heavily with juvenile infatuation (after all, I was just over 18 myself) with a person I could never really be with. But my head kept both of these organs furiously in check and drove home a single overriding command: get your boxers back NOW. I threw back the loosely quilted blanket and sheet covering me only to realize that I was, of course, still mother naked. A glance down at my crotch showed me a tangle of pubic hair, slightly crusted with the combined fluids of Katy's vagina and my cock, further proof that I had recently performed an unspeakable act. But the thing was, the real amazing thing was, I might actually get away with it if I could only get my boxers back. I separated the quilt from the sheet and wrapped it around my waist lest any of my family members decide to make a sudden appearance. I crossed to the door of the room I shared with my older cousin, Jack, and peaked out, listening: sounds still stable, random conversation in the kitchen. It was only a couple of paces across the hall to Katy's bedroom door. It wasn't fully closed, and I gently pushed it open and looked around. Unlike last night, where a dim erotic glow had given just enough illumination for me to see the body of my gorgeous cousin while I fucked her, the room was now bathed in bright sunlight that poured in from an oversized window. Last night's summer storm had cleared, and I squinted in the brightness, quickly glancing around for my boxers. Couldn't find them. I looked under the bed, all over the floor...nothing. That meant they could only be within the tangles of Katy's sheets and blankets. I tried to tell myself that there was no way she'd seen them, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up on my own this morning; I would've been dragged forcibly out of bed in a fury by Katy herself, or her brother or father. No, they had to be here somewhere. So I clutched the quilt around me with one hand while feeling desperately around Katy's bed with the other. In a couple of places, I felt the dried splotches of semen, either from me or Jack I couldn't tell. Despite myself, I couldn't help but become slightly aroused at the sudden image of my cock spitting copious amounts of white sticky cum into my cousin's mouth... Christ, the fucking boxers weren't here. They WEREN'T here! How the hell- My panicked thought was interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the hallway and the voice of Katy herself saying, "I'll get him, Mom." I spun around, nearly tripping over the length of the quilt and causing it to slip very low down my slender hips, and jumped into the hallway, barely getting to Jack's doorway before I heard Katy round the corner of the hallway and come to a halt less than three feet from me. And I was giving her a very clear view of my half-exposed ass while I tried to pull the quilt back up. "Whoa, cuz, now there's a tan-line!" Blushing, I turned to face her, the quilt now gripped firmly and more modestly around me. As we were already about halfway through the summer, I'd developed a pretty nice tan, except for my ass, of course, so I'm sure it glowed in all its pasty glory compared to my bronzed back. I could only stare at her, my beautiful cousin Katy. I hadn't even begun to think about how I would act around her, let alone what I'd say, when I saw her this morning. And here I was, facing my orgasmic cousin in the flesh after a night of secret love. She was barefoot, wearing simple cotton shorts and an old, faded t-shirt. In fact, it was the same t-shirt she'd worn to bed last night. Obviously, upon waking, she'd simply slid the shirt down over her beautiful boobs, thrown on the shorts and padded right out to the kitchen for breakfast. But somewhere in that waking time, she'd found my boxers! Which was why I could only stare at her, realizing that if the Devil was to be paid, he would most likely collect right now. But instead of bellowing fire and brimstone at me, my cute little cousin giggled. She grinned and said, "A little drafty?" I traced her bemused gaze to my midsection, where my hands clutched at the quilt. I discovered then that while I had the thing wrapped around me twice, the loose pattern of the quilting still exposed small patches of my skin, including what could or couldn't be bits of my genitalia. I looked back up at her, blushed terribly, and clutched my hands tighter around my crotch. All I could stammer was, "Err..." "Look," she said, "don't let me get in your way?" "What?" "You're obviously on your way to the bathroom, right?" She gestured toward the bathroom door behind her then stepped to the side. "Just get your little white butt to the breakfast table before Mom hunts you down." "Err...okay," I said. Realizing I'd just been handed an escape route, I quickly shuffled past her toward the bathroom. As I was closing the door Katy said, "Oh, and Tom?" I looked at her. "You might want to wear a bit more than your blanket before sitting down to pancakes." When the door closed, I let out a huge sigh of relief. My pulse returned to a more or less normal pace, and I realized other parts of me needed relief. I dropped the blanket to the floor and stepped over the toilet, needing to breath and relax for a few moments before my semi-erection would settle down enough to allow my urine to flow. Letting human biology do its thing, I reflected on the little exchange that'd just transpired. For the moment, I was still 100% in the clear. But for how long? I knew now that Katy and her older brother, Jack, were regular fuck buddies. From the almost automatic get-to-the-point way in which they'd started their lovemaking last night, I could only assume they'd been this way for some time. They were quite comfortable with the fact that they weren't just having sex, they were having incestuous sex! With this in mind, I thought back over the last couple of weeks I'd been staying with them, then back even farther to a year ago when I'd been here last summer. I thought about all the times we'd been hanging out together, doing all the activities teenagers do when they're out of school, with no real responsibilities. For the life of me I couldn't recall a single moment where it would ever have even randomly occurred to me that the two of them were lovers. Whatever the circumstances were that had emboldened the two siblings to initiate their taboo actions, they had clearly come to an understanding that they would never EVER hint at the secret nature of their relationship. But that couldn't possibly apply to me! If Katy, upon finding my boxers, had realized that I was the one who'd fucked her that second time last night, not her brother, there could be no way she'd act so cool about it this morning. Even if she were in shock that she'd had my cock in her, how could she have been calm about it just now, even playful? I immediately dismissed the idea that she had actually enjoyed it. I mean, I know she'd enjoyed it physically (she'd cum at least twice) but what I mean is, she'd assumed it was her BROTHER, not me. She simply wouldn't have acted the way she had just now. Conclusion: she didn't know it had been me the second time. For her, it was her brother again, back to give her the pleasure he'd been unable to give her the first time. And if this was true, then she could only assume the boxers were his. The boxers were his! I shook a drop of piss from my cock and flushed the toilet, a bit more confident than a few moments ago. I turned and grinned at myself in the mirror. It was a full-length mirror, and I looked at my body. I looked at the penis that had ejaculated into a beautiful girl's mouth only a few hours ago. "She thinks the boxers are his," I said to it cheerfully. After wrapping the quilt around me THREE times this time, I went back out and into Jack's room, changing into my own set of shorts and t-shirt at last. As I cruised through the house toward a hearty breakfast I suddenly had a strong and intoxicating thought: I'm going to fuck my cousin again! When I got to the kitchen, my uncle Jerry had already left for work. A healthy and cheerful man in his middle-40s, Uncle Jerry was a civil engineer with the county, helping them figure out how to make curvy roads less curvy or something. My aunt, Ellen, looking remarkably younger than her 42 years, had once been in the real estate field, I think, but she'd been a homemaker ever since I could remember. Jerry and Ellen's relationship had a very 1950s feel to it, like that movie Pleasantville. It was refreshing to see in the fast-paced world of the 21st century, and I couldn't help but admire them both. Aunt Ellen smiled at me and offered my choice of breakfast items: pancakes, eggs, bacon...refusing to slide anything less than three portions of each on my plate. I was never much of a breakfast person, but as a guest in the house I couldn't refuse. As she poured a tall glass of orange juice for me, Aunt Ellen said, "Jack told me to tell you he'd pick you up after work. He's off at two." Jack worked in a local video store, an easy part-time job before he moved back to his college town in the fall. I'd snagged a no-brainer part-time job in the grocery store, but I had the day off today. The two of us were to hook up and head to the river in the afternoon. I shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth and nearly choked on them when Katy suddenly entered the kitchen, still wearing her little cotton shorts on bottom but now clad only in her tiny new black bikini on top. Well, almost clad--she was holding the string in back behind her. "Mom," she said, "can you tie this thing for me?" Ellen glanced over her shoulder, giving a disapproving look at the bikini. She shrugged, her hands busy with flipping more pancakes. "Have Tom do it, dear." I dropped my fork. Katy walked over to me without a second thought and turned her back to me. She released grasp of the strings then cupped the bikini to her boobs, but not before I got a very nice glance at the sides, almost to the nipple. I had to stifle a grin, because I now knew exactly what they looked like, what the felt like... "Tom, what's up?" I looked up, Katy was glancing back at me, annoyed. I'd been staring. "Sorry," I murmured and reached up to tie them. "Don't hesitate to go nice and tight," Katy said. "Gotta keep the girls in place." "Katy!" Aunt Ellen chided. She wasn't too fond of her daughter's frank talk in the presence of her nephew. She would only now be realizing that this nephew was tying his cousin's string. "Oh, Mom," Katy huffed. "I got these babies from you, so you know what I go through every day! One false move and I'm spilling out for all the world to see!" I glanced over at Ellen and actually saw her blush. It was true, like mother like daughter, Aunt Ellen had a massive pair of breasts. I'd always noticed them, I suppose, but my aunt was always much more modest in her dress code and her slightly thicker her body helped absorb the proportion of bust to body, much unlike Katy, who's slender frame could do nothing but shout to the world that her tits were HUGE. "Which is precisely why I don't like your new bathing suit," Ellen was saying. "Clearly it was meant for a woman with smaller..." She glanced at me, then back to Katy, "Who are not as...developed." I finished the knot and Katy said, "Thanks." She had nothing more to say to her mother at that moment, or me for that matter, so she went back down the hallway. I ate quietly for a few minutes, watching my aunt work in the kitchen. She had her back to me, and Katy's comment about getting her attributes from her mother caused me to re-evaluate the wholesome woman before me. She was wearing a pair of jeans but also a long t-shirt, probably one of Jack's or Jerry's that hung down below her hips, diluting any possibly appealing curvature there. She was about Katy's size, perhaps an in or two taller, but still somewhat petite. I'd mentioned that her body was thicker than Katy's but that was not to suggest she was fat. After two kids and now in her 40s, it would be foolish and unrealistic to expect this woman to look like some plastic TV model. But this whole family led a pretty active life, and the frequent camping, hiking, biking and skiing trips helped this wonderful woman put up a valiant fight against age. In fact, as I now examined her physical appearance with a more open-minded and objective way, I began to separate the "old Aunt Ellen" image from the remarkably attractive mature woman who could still serve well to someone's sexual appetite. God, what was happening to me? Now that I'd fucked my cousin and had gotten away with it, I was feeling like the cock of the walk. It was as if I could do anything now. I had but to will it, and the flesh would follow! Speaking of flesh, Katy was coming back through the kitchen, sporting a pink little tank top to cover her bikini and match her shorts. "I'll be at Shelly's, Mom," she said. She glanced casually at me, "Later." "Will you be back for dinner?" Ellen asked. "Doubt it. But I'll call." And with that, she was out the door, leaving just me and Aunt Ellen alone in the house. I helped my aunt clean up after breakfast. While we tag-teamed on washing and rinsing the dishes, she said, "Do you still have a crush on Shelly?" I nearly dropped a dish, blushing, and Ellen smiled. "Wasn't she the one you liked last year?" I smiled back. In fact, I'd been obsessed with only my cousin Katy for as long as I could remember coming up here, but of course that could only be a secret crush. So to appear more or less as normal as I could, I allowed my more overt attention to land on Katy's best friend, Shelly. So far, however, I'd gotten no where with her. I finally nodded to my aunt. "Well, I guess so. She's cute." "And she's sweet, too. She doesn't take after Katy. I wish that girl would become a little less self-absorbed, then she'd finally attracted a nice boy...like you." This time the dish did drop, but only into soapy water, which splashed up on our shirts. I swallowed, "Like...me?" Ellen was glancing down at the front of her shirt; water and suds had soaked the right front part. She was flicking off the bubbles. She said, "Yeah, like you. You know...friendly. Generous, and above all else, a gentleman." I stared at her, and after a moment I realized she didn't mean it like I'd thought it. After you've had sex with a member of your own family, any random reference could be made to sound like the rest of the world knew exactly what you've been up to. "Why, thank you, Aunt Ellen," I said at last, allowing my smile to return. She smiled back at me. "I mean, just look here. You could've easily found an excuse to run off and leave your old aunt with the dishes and other chores, but without being asked here you are helping me out." With honest modesty I glanced down from her gaze, and in doing so I was able to get a very nice look at my aunt's right boob, which had become outlined and opaquely visible under the thin white t-shirt as the water soaked in. Her nipple was hardening. I quickly glanced away. Christ, she had nice tits, too. How had I not noticed before? Some gentleman. I turned from the sink to find some more dishes, something to pull me from my aunt's proximity. When I did, I heard her say, "Oh my," and glancing back I saw her removing a rubber glove and covering her wet breast. She said, "I'll be right back, Tom." "It's okay, Aunt Ellen, there's not much left. I'll take care of it." She hurried down the hallway, and I fussed about the kitchen a bit longer, putting away the rest of the things. I was trying not to think about the fact that I now had several hours alone in the house with an aunt to whom I'd just become very sexually attracted. Puberty was in full swing now; it'd taken barely a thought and a glance at Ellen's large, rounded breast to get the blood flowing into my loins. And in a sudden flash, I had a new desire, though very much on a common theme as of late: I wanted to see Aunt Ellen's boobs. The thing is, I would have to act right NOW if I wanted a glance at anything in the realm of taboo skin. I threw down the dish towel and padded as swiftly and quietly as possible through the living room and down the hallway. I'd developed an erection that almost became painful; I'd thrown on shorts this morning without underwear, so there was nothing to help keep my rod stable. Within seconds I was in Jack's room and pulling his bed from the wall. I needed to create just enough of a crawl space to be able to get to the vent behind his headboard. On another visit, when Jack's room had been arranged a different way, I noticed the metal grating of a heating vent on the wall. This was an older house, which had an old boiler in the basement, and the house had been designed with vents in strategic places to allow heat to circulate up through them. Jack's wall on one side was also my aunt and uncle's wall on the other, and the vents were placed so that prying eyes could actually look through to the other side. I didn't give myself much of a chance of success, nor did I think the view would be very good anyway. But it was worth a shot. I dropped down to the floor and pressed my face to the vent, angling my head up and down to get the best possible view through the slats. I had the feeling that was already too late; I mean, how long would it take a woman to simply change into a dry shirt- But there she was. And holy shit, she was topless! I'd timed this perfectly. It was amazing. My aunt was standing in the room, looking at herself in the mirrored panel on her closet door. But she wasn't just standing there--she was feeling herself up! Okay, after the initial shock of my sudden and successful view of my aunt's tits, I was able to analyze the scene a little more logically: she was standing there, wearing only her jeans. They actually had a nice fit, and I realized that Aunt Ellen's ass was pretty shapely, definitely more pronounced than her daughter's, but no less squeezable and yummy. My immediate angle had me looking up and directly at Ellen's back, for she was actually facing away from me. I was able to see her tits through the reflection. Returning to her back for a moment, I noted with pleasure that it was straight and tanned, just like her daughter's. But unlike Katy, Ellen wore more modest one-piece suits, so her tan line was a little more old-fashioned. But those boobs. Those glorious mounds. Like mother like daughter indeed! Aunt Ellen had amazing breasts, even slightly larger than Katy's if that was possible. They were beginning to take on the sag that I knew would effect Katy in another 20 years, but I was certainly not complaining. And I watched as my aunt hefted them in her hands. But she was frowning at them, at herself. I heard her mumble. "'Gotta keep these girls in place.'" Her tone was slightly mocking. She was quoting her daughter. "'I got these babies from you.'" She squeezed them again. She pinched her nipples. So help me she pinched them. "'Got these babies from you....'" She groaned slightly, making little-girl pouting faces, obviously lost in the moment. Could she really be that jealous of Katy? She never seemed to approve of her daughter, who'd always rebelled against Aunt Ellen's more religiously-based manners and modesty. I was now seeing a new side of my aunt. I smiled at the irony of my pun: I was seeing a new, naked side of my aunt, to be sure, but I was also getting a glimpse at a more sinister spirit within the church-going housewife. The question was, could it possibly be me, her nephew, that was having an effect on her, or was this merely a momentary lapse in morals? "Did you splash water on me?" Aunt Ellen was saying to her reflection, with that teasingly breathless tone again. "I'm going to have to change my shirt, you naughty boy, Tom." Nope, it was me. My cock throbbed, reminding me that it had been hard for several minutes now, and how dare I not take the thing out and stroke it into some relief! It was as good an idea as any, and as I squirmed to slide my shorts down, I was stunned to see Aunt Ellen let go of her tits at last and begin to undo her own pants. I got a couple of fingers around the end of my cock and I pulled gently as I stared through the slats at my aunt shucking her jeans from first one leg, then the other. In doing so, she had to bend over, giving me a ripe, sensual view of her plump ass, clad in a pair of clean cotton panties. They weren't anything too sexy in and of themselves, and I wasn't surprised. In fact, I quite enjoyed it, seeing this Gemini of a vixen being revealed before my lustful eyes: the sinner saint, the spinster slut. Unfortunately, she stopped short of sliding her panties off, too. Although she did rub herself a little, shuddering deliciously with each stroke, as if a chill had entered the room. So here we were: my aunt lusting after me in her room, me lusting after her in mine. The question was, if I walked in that room right now, would there be an instant nightmare, or the ultimate wet dream? I feared the former above all else. I remembered some shrink on a talk show pointing out the fact that although many women had sexual fantasies about rape, they would never in a million years want to ACTUALLY get raped. It was most likely the case with Aunt Ellen: I will lust after my handsome little nephew, but I could never let him touch me. Perhaps test was in order. Again, I would have to act swiftly, before logic could settle upon anyone's mind. With a stifled grown, I carefully stuffed my aching penis back into my shorts and pulled them back up. I snuck back into the hallway and down toward the kitchen. From that point, I called out, "Aunt Ellen, I'm gonna grab a quick shower!" After a pause, I heard muffled from her closed door. "Okay." As I had mentioned before, this was an older house, and although it had three bedrooms, it only had two bathrooms, and only one of those, the one in the middle of the house, had a full shower/tub. The smaller bathroom, where I'd pissed this morning, had a shower, but it was tiny and at the far end of the house, and the water took forever to get hot. As such, it was in the larger bathroom where all of us almost always took our showers or baths. It was at one end of the hallway and had a door on either end, so that if you wanted to get to the kitchen, you could either steer right and pass through the living room, or you could walk through one door of the bathroom, through the door on the other end, and then into the laundry room that led right to the kitchen. Early on in my visits, I discovered that it wasn't unusual for one to enter the bathroom for its usual uses but only close the hallway door since people rarely went into the laundry room. A couple of times, over the years, I'd been accidentally walked in on, and I'd accidentally walked in on others doing their business. Sadly, it was always either my uncle or Jack in these instances. In retrospect, it would've been nice to have walked in on Katy on the toilet, with her pants around her ankles, or her skirt bunched up around her waist.... Back to the task at hand, I went into the bathroom and closed and even locked the door from the hallway. I conveniently "forgot" about the far door that lead into the laundry room. The light was off in there, and it was easy to simply dismiss the fact that someone could circle around from the kitchen, pass through the laundry room and walk right into this bathroom...perfect. I got the water going and stripped down. One whole wall above the sink area was mirror--lots of mirrors in this house--and I admired my body in all my horniness. I mean, what young stud hasn't gazed with pride at himself in the mirror while sporting a massive erection? I was hard and primed, very much pent up after watching my naked aunt. A dribble of precum glistened from the tip of my penis. I stroked myself, watching my body in profile. I knew I had a larger-than-average penis. I'd fucked two girls before Katy, and they always expressed surprise. And Katy herself had commented on it, thinking her brother had "seemed" to grow an extra inch or two.... Whoa, slow down, boy. Can't pop off too soon. Gotta stage a big test here. I let go of my cock and climbed into the shower. The sliding panels for the shower were glass, and although they steamed up quickly, it wasn't too hard to see who was in there if you were to stand there watching. I also kept the slider open just a crack so I could sneak peeks at the half-open door to the laundry room. All I could do now was wait...wash, and wait. I lathered, rinsed and repeated twice before I finally caught movement at the doorway. I had to be careful, very careful. For me to pause and look would indicate awareness, so as I rotated casually under the jet of steaming water, I stole only quick glances. I had do to this a couple of times to confirm the truth: she was there. My aunt Ellen was there, in the doorway, watching me. It appeared that she was still mostly in the laundry room, leaning just her head and a shoulder in, but growing braver and braver at my lack of awareness to her presence, and eventually leaning in a bit more. She had new clothes of, of course. Something red this time. I turned my face into the water and grinned with delight: Phase 1 was a success. It was now time for Phase 2.... With the water blasting into my chest, I leaned forward slightly and balanced by placing one hand up against the shower wall. With the other, I began stroking my cock again. I had actually grown somewhat flaccid with all the waiting and nervousness, so it took a minute or two to get fully hard again. It didn't really matter at this point, through the steamed-up glass, Aunt Ellen wouldn't really be able to tell my exact state of arousal, but the silhouette I was giving her, with my one hand moving up and down at my middle, gave an unmistakable image: her nephew jacking off in the shower. I let out a couple of low moans--they certainly didn't have to be feigned at this point--and did my best to give a good, sensual show. A very careful glance through the very narrow opening of the slider confirmed for me that my aunt had now stepped almost fully inside the bathroom. To her vantage point, I was now lost in my own self-pleasuring, totally oblivious to anything else in the world. So I stroked. And as I stroked, it was time to initiate Phase 3: I moaned my aunt's name. "Oh...oh, Aunt Ellen...don't call yourself...don't call yourself old. You're so...oh, you're so...beautiful." I had to slow my stroking. Jesus, I was turning myself on too much. I didn't want to cum this fast. I actually released the tight grip I had on my cock and switched to simulated stroking for a little while. But I didn't let up my words. "My god...Aunt Ellen...yes...please...stroke me...oh my god...I've always wanted you...please...." Another covert glance through the opening. She had moved. She was leaning against the bathroom counter now, at the sink. I could now just make out that the red she was wearing had come all the way down. It was a dress, a red dress. But it suddenly became a short dress. She was pulling up the hem, then she was thrusting her own hand down those white panties of hers. I'm sure they were quite wet by now, as she thrust fingers into herself or rubbed her clit. For my part, I had to be VERY careful about how I played with myself. This was so fucking erotic, so fucking wrong, that just the right squeeze would send my cum splashing across the shower. I just had to hold out a little longer, the final phase was almost upon us. It would all depend on whether or not I timed things just right in the next couple of minutes. So with careful, mostly simulated stroking, I continued to moan and express verbally the fantasy I was creating for my dear aunt Ellen. I was able to watch her for longer and longer glimpses, because she was beginning to close her eyes a lot and throw her head back, furiously rubbing herself, timing the motions to my own strokes, feeling the heat of the moment precisely as I was. It was almost time to spring the trap. "Aunt Ellen...oh, baby...my dear aunt...please keep stroking me...I can't take much more...I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fucking cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, Aunt Ellen...." I got louder, and I began grunting. And I swear I could almost hear Aunt Ellen panting and breathing above the sound of the shower. She too was now totally and utterly lost in the passion of the moment. It was almost time, but the key to the whole thing relied on whether or not I could get her to- "Cumming!" I grunted. "Holy Jesus I'm CUMMING, Aunt Ellen!" And this time, so help me, I DID hear a gasp, and Aunt Ellen herself was cumming, but in reality I was NOT cumming but instead I was sliding the shower door open with a crashing bang, shocking my aunt to death in the midst of her own wracking orgasm, and before she could act I had jumped from the shower, my cock leading the way, and I was on her, grabbing her, tearing her hand from her soaked panties and then ripping those panties right off her in a single jerk. "Tom! Tom, no!" she shouted. "Oh my god, NO!" But it was too late for that. I had my aunt's ass now up fully on the counter, and her red dress was already pushed up beyond her waist, exposing her wet, bushy pussy in perfect alignment with my cock." "Oh, Jesus, Tom, what are you--" But the next sound to come out of her throat was a pure, clear, glass-shattering scream as I shoved with all my weight and penetrated my cock completely and to the hilt inside her contracting cunt. I didn't pull out, but I did give one or two more very strong thrusts to ensure that I was as deep as I could get and that there was no way on Earth she could slip off of me. For a brief moment, we locked eyes, hers wide in shock, mine glaring with naked lust and determination. I could feel her pelvic bone against mine, her inner thighs sliding against my wet hips. I could taste her breath. My hair dripped and soaked the front of her dress. I glanced down and saw that her breasts bulged against the buttons running down the front. I had been gripping one of her legs and a hip, and keeping my body shoved hard against hers to hold her up, I took both hands and jerked harshly at the thin red fabric. Ellen groaned and stifled another scream as plastic buttons flew and bounced throughout the bathroom, and there before me, now completely nude from the front, was my Aunt Ellen and her wonderfully colossal breasts. I squeezed one of them, using my other hand to grasp around her jaw and mouth, turning her back to face me with a jerk, because she had looked away in shame. Our eyes locked together again. Hers had become glazed with pure, unfiltered eroticism. Mine were determined, emboldened. I thrusted. She groaned. "Oh...my God....Tom..." Thrusted. "Tom..." And thrusted again, faster now, moving into a regular rhythm of fucking. Strained, desperate gurgling noises bubbled up from my aunt's throat with each penetration of my penis deep into her pussy. Whether for or against our union she was now in it to the finish. For my part, I was once again on the verge of cumming. This was simply too erotic, too dirty, too hot, too wonderfully wrong and fucking unbelievable to last too long. But I wanted to last long enough, was desperate to last long enough to hopefully bring my beautiful aunt to another orgasm. An orgasm with me inside her. Not her husband, not her hand, but me, her 18-year-old nephew. The son of her sister. I didn't have to wait long. It seemed to begin in her toes, which curled up into balls as she slowly began to slide her legs up along my thrusting hips and across the small of my back, locking me in. Short, breathless gasps began emanating from her mouth. Her eyes screwed tightly shut, veins bulged in her neck, her nipples hardened into even tighter knobs, and with no more warning, I let out my own gasp as my aunt's long nails suddenly dug into my shoulders. Here eyes snapped open and as her entire body began to shake and vibrate beneath my body, and we once again locked gazes. We both knew what was happening. Through her body language, her eyes, her grunts her contracting vagina, I knew that my aunt was now experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. It was all too perfect, because with one final devastating thrust, I unleashed my seed deep, deep, devastatingly deep into her womb. As one, aunt and nephew climaxed to such a degree that our mutual screams of pleasure reverberated throughout the bathroom, beyond the confines of the house, and echoed through the trees of the woodland that surrounded the property. It seemed to last a solid minute. I lost count how many times I felt my scrotum contract and spit its sperm through my shaft. Whatever the count, it was enough to fill her completely and beyond, for as the last of my contractions of pleasure gripped my groin, I felt the warm combined fluids of our bodies ooze out from my aunt's labia and over my balls and her ass. Finally, as we took a moment to breath and hold each other, Aunt Ellen broke her lustful gaze from mine and looked down at herself. I looked down too. Her breasts heaved and sparkled with shower water and sweat. Lower down her soft round stomach shuddered a couple more times as her own vaginal spasms continued. And further down, to where my stiff shaft was clearly and boldly poking deep inside that wonderful, tight pussy it had just fucked. Looking down at the pool of cum forming between us on the counter, my aunt said softly, "Oh my God, Tom...oh my God..." I breathed out through my teeth then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "That was wonderful, Aunt Ellen...wonderful...." She looked up at me again and smiled. "I have no words, my sweet Tom. None." "I want to stay inside you for ever," I said. I truly meant it, at least in that moment. It was just so pure, so primal, to be standing here, my cock still inside my aunt, only just now beginning to soften. "I know, baby," she cooed. "I know...but you must pull out. We shouldn't have done this, and you know it." She shifted her wait slightly on her buttocks, then winced. "Tom...you're so much...bigger than your uncle. It's...beginning to hurt a little...you must pull out of me." We both groaned loudly as I slid, very slowly slid, my entire length from her vagina. "Let me down, sweetie," she said. I backed off a bit and gently helped her to settle back onto her own two feet. She gripped the hem of her skirt and held it up over her pussy, careful not to stain it with cum, but the back had slid along the pool, so it was too late. With a shrug, she dropped the ruined dress from her shoulders, and in that moment we were now standing before each other, completely naked to the world. Despite the powerful orgasm I'd just experienced, I felt my half-flaccid cock twitch. "My dear boy," Ellen said softly, gazing up at me. "What have we done?" She leaned up and kissed my cheek, then brushed passed me and quickly went to the toilet, lifting the lid and sitting. "I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I have to do this." I watched with a strange sense of awe as my aunt urinated right before me. But at the same time, it seemed like we could now do ANYTHING in front of each other. We had crossed a line so bold, so previously impenetrable, that now it didn't seem to matter what we did. But there was a practical side to what she was doing, as she explained. "Your uncle had a vasectomy shortly after Katy was born," she said over the sound of her urine splashing into the bowl. "I should never have let you ejacu--finish inside me." I realized what she was getting at. "I'm sorry." She shook her head, "No, it's okay. It's just that I've never had to be on birth control, not in eighteen years. There was no need, you see." She looked at my cock, then up to me, then back down at what she was doing. "I hope I was able to flush out most of it just now, but this of course is no guarantee." She stood slightly, wiped her vagina, then flushed the toilet. She was surprisingly calm, thinking clearly now. "I'll have to get a morning-after pill from the pharmacy. I just hope Mary isn't working there when I do; she knows me from church." My aunt crossed over to me and we embraced. At six feet, I was much taller than her, the top of her head came only to about the middle of my chest. She turned her head and pressed her face against me. I placed kisses along the top of her head. It was strange, as much as I lusted after Katy, and as objectively as I had looked upon my aunt as almost a sexual experiment, I couldn't help but suddenly have feelings for her. I really and truly wanted something special to be happening between my aunt and me. It was a feeling I couldn't shake. "I love you," I suddenly said. She leaned back and then up at me. We kissed tenderly. "I love you too," she said. "But...you know we cannot have this. Not like this." I said nothing. It was true, of course. What was supposed to happen? How would we explain it to our family, to the world? An 18-year-old boy and his 42-year-old blood-related aunt do not just up and run off as lovers without leaving a path of devastation behind them. But we did have one thing, we had this moment. I said, "We at least have this," and hugged her tighter. "We do," she said. "And I'm glad." Another long moment, then Aunt Ellen spoke again, "Tom?" "Yes?" "Why did I find a pair of your boxers in Katy's room this morning?" pics---->> http://bit.ly/1D1q3qpKatys Boobs Chapter 2