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 Title: Ricky & Karen Home Alone Ch.  01
Summary: Aunt & Nephew get hot & horny over the weekend.
Keywords: inc,fic
   "What do you mean you are leaving for five days?  You can't leave me
here by myself!"
   Ricky was exaggerating, as always.  Lisa sighed.  Her little boy--well,
not so little anymore, she admitted--hated when she left for her usual
business meetings.  Since she had divorced his father a few years back, he
never wanted to be alone, even for a day or two.  She thought it was
strange, a teenager who never wanted privacy.  Most boys would have given
up anything to get a few days away from their parents.
   "Look kiddo, we have been through this before.  I have to go to these
meetings.  I have no choice.  You want me to help you with school right? 
Then I need the job."
   Ricky looked down, disappointed.  "I guess..."
   "You guess?"
   "Well, I was just hoping we could do something this weekend.  You know I
am leaving in three weeks."
   "I know, but I have to go.  It's part of the job.  We will still have
two more weekends before you leave for school."
   Ricky had graduated a year early and had been accepted to a great school
back east.  He was leaving for school a month before the semester started
so he could get used to the area and get a jump ahead on some of his
classes.  He wanted to bitch and moan some more, but relented.  "Sure.  I
understand."
   A few hours later and it was late afternoon.  Lisa was leaving tomorrow
and had already packed, wanting to have a nice dinner with Ricky and maybe
take him to a movie before she left.
   "Ricky, are you in your room?"
   "Yeah," he called from upstairs.  He sounded in better spirits at least,
Lisa thought.
   "Come down here so we can talk about tonight!"
   She moved into the kitchen and a few minutes later she heard the
requisite thumping as Ricky came downstairs.  Ricky was recently 18, 5'11"
and built thickly--just like a running back--and resembled his father more
than a little bit.  He had her eyes though, and both of them were proud of
their baby blues.  Unlike both is parents, Ricky had short blonde hair that
he spiked when he had the time.
   When he came into the kitchen, Lisa was surprised to see a very guilty
look on Ricky's face.  Her son could not meet her eyes.  She wondered what
was going on--she was not mad at him in the least--until she realized he
was turning and maneuvering his hands to cover his crotch.  She could not
be sure but she thought the area looked a little bulgy.
   Oh, she thought.  I interrupted him.
   "Yeah, Mom?" Ricky asked a little testily, wondering why she had called
him down but was not speaking right away.  He had not noticed that she had
noticed his 'condition'.  It was true she had interrupted, but Ricky had
been able to finish quickly and clean up.
   "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to dinner and a movie tonight
before I leave."
   Ricky's face brightened.  Her son loved to go out to eat and it was
early July, so there were a lot of good movies still in the theaters.
   "Sure Mom, that sounds nice," Ricky answered honestly.
   They made the plans and separated to get ready when Ricky heard the
phone ring.  He picked up the line in his room first to find his Aunt Karen
on the phone.  She was crying hysterically.
   "Mom, pick up the phone, its Karen!" Ricky called out after trying
unsuccessfully to find out what was wrong with his favorite--albeit
only--Aunt.  He considered staying on the line to find out what was
happening, but he decided it was not worth getting caught listening in to
the conversation.
   A few minutes later Lisa came to his door, which was open this time.
   "Ricky, I am going to have to cancel our night together.  Your aunt
really needs some company, and it looks like she is going to stay here
while I am on my trip...maybe even for a little longer after that.  She and
David are having...marriage troubles," she finished after a pause.
   "What's going on, Mom?"
   "I am sure she will talk to you about that this weekend.  But tonight
she really needs me."
   "Okay, Mom." Ricky said forlornly.
   Lisa hated to see Ricky this way.  He only wanted to see her as much as
he could before he moved more than 2,000 miles away and she hated to let
him down.  They had a good relationship; Lisa could not think of any of her
other friends that had such a good relationship with their sons.  They had
bonded well after she had thrown his father out on his heels.
   "Hey, tell you what.  How about I leave you some money for tonight and
for the rest of the weekend so you can take Karen out and show her a good
time?  She needs it, trust me."
   Ricky had planned to spend some time with his ex-girlfriend this
weekend. They had recently broken up only because of his impending
departure.  They still had benefits with each other though, at least for
the next three weeks.
   Plus, he liked Karen; she was a funny and nice, an entertaining person
to be around.  Not to mention at all that she was smoking hot, Ricky
thought.  All the peaks and sideways glances he had snuck since puberty had
always left him wondering what it would be like with her.
   She was 6 years younger than his mom and still in her early thirties. 
She had never had kids and had kept her figure extremely well.  Plus, he
was getting some spending cash.  Ricky couldn't find a reason to complain.
"Sure, Mom, I'd like that."
   About half an hour later Karen showed at the house with a small bag of
clothes and the remnants of tear stained make-up on her face.  Whatever was
going on, Ricky could tell it was serious.
   He decided to leave so his mom and aunt could talk in private.  He
called Kris, his girlfriend of almost 2 years.  She had just turned 18 as
well, their birthdays being only 2 weeks apart.  The 'official' break-up
had been pleasantly smooth--they both realized that with going to schools
separated by 3,000 miles, their relationship would be nearly impossible to
salvage.  Instead of yelling or sobbing, they had decided to have all the
fun they could before Ricky left.
   "Well then, let's hit a movie.  What's been out for awhile?" Ricky
suggested mischievously.  One of his favorite activities with Kris(ten) was
getting to fool around in a near empty theater.
   They met at the theater an hour later.  The movie was some romantic
comedy Ricky had no real interest in.  Kris had seen it before, so she
wouldn't miss anything.  Kris was 5',6" and just a little thick from
playing softball and competing in gymnastics.  Her short shorts showed off
her smooth and tanned legs.
   Now, they had never had full sex in the theater before.  Heavy groping,
hand jobs and fingering had been the farthest they had dared to go.
   Until the previews started and not one other person was in the theater
with them; a first.  As the lights darkened they leaned into each other all
the more.  Ricky spent the previews lightly circling Kris' right nipple
with his fingers.  She loved when he did this--the softness through the
fabric sent tingles through her entire body.
   Then the movie started, and the theater was still empty.  Kris leaned
into Ricky and began to kiss him.  They spent what felt like hours just
kissing, moving from little pecks and sucks all over to open mouthed tongue
dancing.
   Ricky soon lifted her shirt and unsnapped the front clasping bra, the
kind she preferred.  Kris was not big chested, but not flat either.  Ricky
knew she was somewhere in the big B range, and while he always fantasized
about bigger, he loved her small and light little pink nipples.
   He moved his body down, bending his back a little uncomfortably to suck
and lick her nipples as she leaned back in the theater seat.  He moved back
and forth from her face to her chest for a few minutes before he felt her
hand reach down to the bulge in his pants.
   She unzipped Ricky and pulled him out.  Erect he was well endowed, 8
inches long.  His cock was a little skinny, but she could not complain. 
Kris knew she was lucky to have a guy that was even a little hung; her
girlfriends told her horror stories of the tiny penis' they had had to
"work" with.
   She began to stroke him rhythmically once he leaned back in his chair.
Unlike most young girls, she enjoyed giving him hand jobs and blowjobs,
loved the way he moaned and his body quivered as she touched him.  Unlike
most boys, Ricky had always been nice to her, had never forced anything. 
He even gave back what he got, another reason she knew he was special.
   She smiled as he jerked a little and she felt the first drop of pre-cum
leaking from him.
   When he felt he was getting close, Ricky moved his hand over and reached
into Kris' shorts.  He knew a good way to stop himself from going off to
quick was to focus a little more on her.  He unbuttoned her, pulled her
zipper down slowly, and for the first time in the theater pulled her shorts
completely down.  She gave him a look but he just shrugged and gestured to
the empty theater.  'Who's gonna see?'
   She nodded and looked back to the entrance once more as she sped up her
hand motions.
   In a few moments couldn't hold it back anymore.  Kris guided his cock to
shoot the load onto his stomach.  Once he stopped jerking and quivering,
she grabbed some of the napkins they had grabbed and wiped him up.
   She sat on his lap, her back against his chest.  Then she spread her
legs to allow his hands full access to her pussy.  He got the hint and
started to finger her like she had taught him; one hand with two fingers
inside and the other working her clit in circles.  He had gotten so good
that he could almost make her cum with her pants on, and once she was fully
exposed for him her could get her off in just a few minutes.
   Soon Kris was almost bouncing on his lap.  She grinded and moved her
hips against his fingers, letting them go deeper and deeper with her
movements.  Then she lost control and came with a little gush against his
fingers.  She was not a squirter, but she would flow when he was doing good
work.
   She almost collapsed back against him.  As she moved back she felt he
was still hard.  Even though she was still super sensitive, she wanted him
inside her right then and there.  She opened her legs again, still leaning
back against him.  He spread his own legs a little wider as she grabbed his
cock and guided it into her.
   She was still soaking.  Ricky loved it when they got off first and he
got to be inside her while she was still juicy and overly wet.  The
sensation even compared to a blowjob, which she was good at.
   Once he was all the way in, Kris leaned back and closed her legs.  She
had her eyes closed.  She had fantasized this so many times and finally
getting it was pushing her farther over the edge than she thought she had
ever been.  She rocked and pumped and jumped every which way she could to
feel every inch of his cock swirling around inside her.
   Ricky was in heaven.  In this position all he had to do was lean back
and let her ride him.  She got going faster and faster, building them both
to their second climax within ten minutes.  Just as Ricky thought he was
about to lose it, a flash lit the theater.
   Ricky grabbed Kris' hips and stopped her.  He looked to the right
entrance and saw a theater employee running out of the door.
   "Oh my god!" Kris said as she saw the door swing shut.
   Ricky looked all around, as if some other person might be hiding in the
theater as well.  "We have to get out of here.  He could grab the manager!"
   The manager had caught them making out heavily once, and had warned them
against being caught again, threatening to ban them from the theater.
   They quickly got dressed and took the back outside exit from the
theater. Luckily, no one was outside the door and they quickly made it to
Kris' car.
   "Do you think he got a good picture?" Kris asked, slightly mortified and
turned on by the thought of a pic or--god forbid--a video out there of her
riding her boyfriend in the theater.
   "It was dark, and you had your top on still.  I don't think he saw much
of anything."
   Kristen only half believed him.  She said she had to go home (a lie, but
a little one) and she dropped him off at his favorite burger joint where he
actually ran into some of his friends.  He spent a couple hours with his
boys' before deciding to head home.
   It was 10:00 and dark outside when he arrived home.  Although he was not
late or in trouble, he opened the door quietly in case his mom or aunt was
asleep.  The effort was wasted as neither of them had gone to bed.  In
fact, they were in the den just off the kitchen.  Karen was talking loudly
about how much of a scumbag that prick David (her soon to be ex-husband,
she promised loudly) really was.  Ricky had to cover his mouth with his
hand to stop from laughing as he heard his supposedly sweet aunt call her
husband every dirty word in the book.
   Despite being tired, Ricky wanted to hear what was going on.  He crept
into the kitchen and stood behind the counter which would obscure him from
the women's view.
   "Why do you think he did it?" his mother asked, referring to the
cheating.
   "I don't know!  We have sex all the time, at least 3 or 4 times a week.
I even wake that prick up with a blow job once a week!"
   Lucky bastard, Ricky thought.  He had not even been able to convince his
two girlfriends from high school to give him head, although they had been
willing to have regular sex, at least.
   "Wow.  And he still cheated on you..." Lisa trailed off.  Like Ricky,
she could not imagine why any guy would cheat on a good looking woman
willing to do that for her husband.  She and her own husband had not had
any problems in the bedroom; it was his drinking that had driven them
apart.
   "Well, it doesn't matter.  I am done with him and his little dick!"
Karen said loudly.
   Ricky put his hand over his mouth and giggled a little.  Sensing the
conversation was going to do nothing but go downhill, Ricky decided to stop
listening.  He rustled around in the kitchen to let them know he was there
before he walked into the den.
   "Hey Mom, Aunt Karen," he said lightly.  He did not want to do or say
anything that would upset the ladies even more.
   "Hey kiddo, how was the movie?" Lisa asked.
   "It was good."Ricky looked to Karen, "I'm sorry you are having problems,
Karen."
   Karen just looked at Ricky and gave him a weak smile.  "It's ok," she
said and waved the words off.
   "David's an idiot," Ricky blurted out before he could stop himself.  He
realized the slip immediately, Karen had not yet officially told him what
had happened and now they would know Ricky had been eavesdropping.
   Karen cocked her head at Ricky and smiled, "You ain't kiddin."
   Lisa smiled as well, both at Ricky and her sister.  Neither cared that
he knew, obviously.  At least they weren't going to treat the situation
with kid gloves around him.
   "You just need to make sure you show your Aunt a good time, Ricky.  Take
her out and make her smile, she needs it."
   "Don't worry Mom, I will."
   After a few more pleasantries, Ricky went upstairs and masturbated to
the thought of his Aunt waking him up with a blowjob.  It took him only
seconds to shoot a full and giant load onto his stomach, the cum built up
from the interrupted sex with Kris.
   He awoke in the morning and went downstairs to find the house seemingly
empty.  Both of the women's cars were still in the driveway so Ricky knew
they were home.  Outside he found both his mom and aunt tanning.  Both
women were topless and lying on their stomachs over a couple of beach
towels laid flat on the grass.
   Ricky had seen his Mother do this before, but never his Aunt.  Both
ladies were still extremely good looking for their age.  Ricky considered
Karen to be smoking hot, with his Mom a very even hot.
   Both ladies were short, about 5'6".  They looked alike except for their
bodies; his Mom was a bit skinny while Karen defined curvaceous.  Both had
brown hair that they kept shoulder length.  His Mom was a little flat
chested, but not Karen.  He could the sides of her ample breasts as she
tanned and was surprised when his cock jumped a little at the sight of the
side cleavage.
   "Mom, Aunt Karen?"
   Karen turned her face to look at Ricky.  "Hey nephew, how did you
sleep?"
   "Good.  You?"
   "I've slept better.  Lucky for me your mom had that bottle of Vodka or I
wouldn't have slept at all."
   Ricky just smiled in response.  He only hoped the bottle would not be
gone.  He had planned on helping himself to a few drinks while his mother
was on her trip.  As long as he stayed home and did not get in trouble, she
did not care now that he was out of school.
   "I bet.  Mom, what time are you leaving?  Do you want me to drive you to
the airport?" Ricky asked.
   To his surprise, his Mother sat up on her elbows to talk to him.  Her
small pink nipples just barely slipped forward of her crossed arms for him
to see as she spoke.
   "I already have called the airport shuttle to pick me up, that way we
don't waste gas and you can take the car as early as you want.  I left
Karen some money for you both.  Don't blow it all in one night you." She
smiled.
   At first, Ricky could not answer her.  All he could do was stare at her
small but still well shaped breasts.  She noticed him staring, and
immediately flushed and dropped back to her belly.  Ricky shook his head a
little and said Ok, then walked back into the house.  He did not really
feel guilty for seeing his mother's breasts; just guilty for being turned
on by them.
   He heard both ladies come into the house a few minutes later.  After a
while he heard the shower running and he assumed his mother must be getting
ready to leave.
   He went downstairs to find Karen sitting in the Den in a t-shirt and her
bikini bottom from outside.  Her short but shapely legs were well tanned
and he thought her skin was even silkier and smoother than he had imagined.
Karen even had just a little bit of a bubble butt, which accentuated her
legs all the more.
   Karen caught him looking and smiled a little, happy that at least
someone liked the way her legs looked.
   "Yes, Ricky?" Karen asked a little sarcastically.
   Ricky immediately moved his gaze to her eyes.  "Sorry."
   "Don't sweat it.  I know I have nice legs."
   "Yeah..." was all Ricky could say in return.  His eyes kept arguing with
his loins, tempting him to stare at her legs only.  Luckily his brain won
the battle.
   "So what do you need?"
   "I wanted to ask what you wanted to do tonight."
   Karen scrunched up her face, which she often did when she thought. 
Ricky could not help but think of how cute it was.
   "Well, a movie sounds good.  It's Friday, so the drive-in is open
right?" Karen offered.  There was only one drive-in theater for miles, so
Ricky did not have to ask which one.  He was glad they would be a the drive
in and not the theater where he might have to see the same employee who
spied on him and Kris.
   "Yeah.  We could grab a pizza to take?" Ricky suggested.
   She nodded.  "And beer.  Don't forget the beer.  I have to warn you, I'm
gonna be a little tipsy this weekend," Karen teased.
   "Only if you share!" Ricky said back.
   "We'll see, mister 18 year old," Karen teased back.
   Ricky just laughed and left the room.  An hour later the airport shuttle
arrived and the horn on the little mini bus signaled it was time to go. 
Ricky and Karen both hugged Lisa goodbye.  She left in the shuttle, leaving
Ricky and Karen alone in the house.
   Ricky was bored and wanted to do something.  "I'm gonna go for a quick
swim, Karen.  Wanna join?"
   "No, I'm good.  I've had enough sun for one day."
   "Ok.  "
   Ricky went to his room and put his trunks on.  He dove into the pool and
swam a couple of laps before Lisa stepped outside in only her bathing suit.
   God she looked good, Ricky thought.  The little yellow two piece clung
to every curve and left little to his imagination.  His aunt's nipples were
even hard.  He felt his cock pulse.
   "Changed my mind.  Out of the way!" She ran and jumped into the little
pool at full speed while Ricky got out of the way.
   She came up and out of the water and lifted her arms to smooth her hair
back, which had the effect of lifting and outlining her breasts for Ricky
perfectly.  He could not help but stare, careful to move his eyes when she
looked at him.
   They small talked for a few minutes, lazily moving through the water. 
Then Ricky wanted to take a few dives, and he got out of the pool to hit
the board.
   As he stood on the board he got the impression his aunt was looking at
him in an odd way.  He looked down and saw that he was not hard but
'hanging well'.  The material of his trunks was hugging his skin, perfectly
outlining his cock.  He flushed a little and quickly dove into the water.
Neither of them mentioned the awkward look and soon they were getting ready
for the movie.
   The pizza arrived at the perfect time and after they stopped for Karen
to buy beer they arrived at the large open area of the drive in theater
just as the sun was going down.
   Unluckily for them, they were not there in enough time to make the two
premium pairings of movies for the night as the lots were full.  Ricky had
seen the third movie listed just the week before.  That only left the same
romantic comedy with a suspense thriller following that.  The drive in was
great about showing two movies, and while he was not that excited about
seeing either movie, he was happy he would get to eat pizza and drink a few
beers--during the first movie at least.  He had to stay somewhat sober as
he was driving them home.
   Lisa had worn a pair of tight fitting jean shorts and a tank top to the
movies as it had been such a hot day.  The night would get cooler but not
quite cool.  David found himself staring down her tank top more than once,
and he could see the yellow bikini top she had worn earlier underneath the
flimsy tank.
   The first movie passed easily and was good for a few laughs.  Both of
them concentrated more on scarfing pizza and drinking beer rather than
watching the movie.
   The second movie started and lo and behold, it was a suspense thriller
about a woman taking revenge on her husband who had been cheating on her
for months.
   When he realized how close the topic was to her own current misfortunes,
Ricky realized that Karen might not want to stay.
   "Do you really want to watch this, Karen?"
   "Huh?" Karen asked, a little tipsy from the four or five beers she had
already downed during the first movie.
   "I mean, with what is going on with you and David?"
   "Oh, don't worry about that.  I want to see this."
   "Ok." Ricky answered softly.
   About 45 minutes into the movie there was a long and drawn out sex scene
between the cheating husband and his new lover.  Even for a rated R movie
it was pretty graphic.  The bodies writhed on the screen n the fake way of
movies, never showing the actual thrusting--the good stuff.  The mistress
was hot as hell; Ricky had just started to feel uncomfortable when his aunt
said suddenly, "It's not fair."
   "What do you mean?" Ricky asked.
   "They never show all the man," Karen said with a slur.  The beer was
catching up to her.  "You can see her tits and her bush, and mine are nicer
than hers!  Look!" she reached up and cupped underneath her breasts,
pushing them up.  Ricky held his breath as the ample orbs thrust and pushed
against the fabric.  Was she really doing this?  She then pointed at the
screen and the breasts that were the size of a car.  "See, he wants her!"
   Ricky knew she was drunk.  He barely felt the two beers he had downed
during the first movie and she was working on her sixth.  He was about to
say something to her when she leaned into him.
   "I bet you would me take to bed in a heartbeat, wouldn't you, Aunt or
not!"
   Ricky did not know what to say.  She was leaning in close enough he
could see right into the tank top and he couldn't help it.  A bulge formed
in his pants as she pushed them up again for him to see.  Even drunk, Karen
noticed.
   "That's right, this tight little 18 year old would want me, so why
doesn't that prick!"
   Karen started to cry, which immediately brought Ricky's mind out of the
gutter.  He held on to her as she leaned into him for comfort.  What was he
thinking?  She was only drunk, and would never, ever think of doing
anything with him.
   After a few minutes of release, Karen stopped crying and sat back in her
chair, cradling a now warm beer.  She seemed embarrassed and did not want
to talk about anything else when Ricky pressed her.
   They drove home in silence and Karen went right to the second room
upstairs, the one next to his.  Ricky sat in the front room watching TV to
give her some space.  Soon he heard Karen screaming on the phone. 
Obviously she had called the cheating scumbag.  Ricky happened to agree
with Karen.  She was hot, hotter than most women, why the hell would any
guy want to cheat on that?
   After the yelling, Karen slammed the door and stalked out to the front
room.  She was wearing a robe that was his mothers.  She filled it better
than his mom, there was no question.  She looked at him, flustered.
   "Did you hear all that, Ricky?"
   "Just the yelling.  No details." Ricky answered honestly.
   "Damn.  I'm gonna get real drunk tonight," was all she said in response.
She took the half full gallon bottle of vodka out of the freezer.  "You
want a drink?"
   "Sure.  There is orange juice to mix."
   "I'm takin it straight," she said, and took a long pull of the bottle.
   Ricky was impressed.  Even he couldn't gun hard liquor down like that
without getting sick.  He got up and made his own drink, and soon they sat
on the couch together.
   "Why are guys such dicks, Rick?" Karen said, drunkenly thinking Ricky
had never heard this rhyme before.
   Ricky just shrugged his shoulders.  Karen scoffed.
   "Ha, I bet you think you are a nice guy.  Yeah right.  Tell me Ricky,
are you a good guy?" Karen said leeringly.
   Ricky did not notice--he was looking down in embarrassment--that Karen
stared right at his crotch as she said this.  Ricky did not know what to
say.  This was one of those rare moments where anything he said would be
equivalent to inserting his foot in his mouth.  His Mom got drunk like this
occasionally, and he knew from experience he should just shut up.
   So he just shrugged and nodded.  "Yeah, I think so," he said without
saying.
   Karen just harrumphed.  "Well, rub my feet then nice boy.  I'm gonna lay
down for a minute."
   She put her feet up across his lap and laid back on the couch.  Ricky
had given his Mom foot rubs often--since Dad was gone--and obviously Karen
knew he would be up for it.
   He reached out to her feet.  They were warm and soft, just like the
flesh of the calves sitting across his lap, just inches away from his cock.
He started to work, unable to look away from her legs, which the robe
covered to just above her knees.
   The boy was good at his work, Karen soon realized.  Her feet were in
heaven.  His hands expertly moved around her toes, heel and ball.  On an
upward stroke, he tickled her just slightly.  She jerked and moved, her
robe parting just a little to reveal that she was not wearing anything
underneath the fabric, not even panties.  He caught just a glimpse of a
well trimmed dark bush before she got the fabric back down.
   "Sorry," Ricky apologized, not knowing if she had seen the look on his
face when he saw her pubic hair.  He went back to rubbing her feet after
she adjusted her legs a little bit.
   "No more tickling," Karen said a little slowly; a bit drunk and getting
sleepy.
   Ricky nodded and continued his work.  He could not help but think about
the little tuft of hair he had seen, and soon he was getting hard.  He
tried to think of other things to stop the reaction but he could not, it
would not be helped.
   Karen moved her legs a little again and brushed right against his hard
on.  Instead of moving her leg when she felt the bulge, she simply let it
lie there for second.  Then she sat up a little and looked at Ricky.  "None
of that, Mister," she said with a slur.
   Ricky mumbled an apology and re-concentrated on her feet.  Soon she laid
back and moved her leg; once she did, the hard-on retreated from the battle
field.
   Once she lied back, Ricky got to work.  After a few minutes, she started
to breathe evenly and softly.  Ricky looked to find her asleep, the booze
working its calming magic.
   A thought crossed Ricky's mind.  'I could get a better look now,' his 18
year old brain told himself.  She would never know.
   He moved his hand to the fold of the light yellow robe.  He had moved it
just a little when his aunt stirred a little, trying to get deeper into the
couch for more comfort.  At that point Ricky's courage betrayed him and he
gave up.  She would kill him if she found out.  He couldn't risk it.
   Ricky decided to be a gentleman, though he hated it.  He lifted her legs
lightly off his lap and grabbed a blanket for his aunt.  He quickly covered
her and went to his room, where he had to masturbate twice before he could
get to sleep.
   Ricky awoke a little earlier than he expected too the next morning, the
sun was just barely creeping over the horizon.  He went downstairs after
taking a long piss and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunt on
the couch.
   The blanket was on the floor, obviously Karen had gotten hot during the
night and kicked it off.
   But worse--or better--than that was that her robe was completely open.
He could see everything.  Her right breast lay off to the side, slightly
drooping from the position she was in.  Her left breast lay against her
chest, and boy did it look perfect sitting there.  Then his eyes drifted
lower and he could see her hair, all of it.  Her legs were together so he
couldn't really see her pussy, but the tuft of hair was shaved into a
landing strip and still looked hot as hell.
   Ricky couldn't think straight.  He was only wearing a pair of silky gym
shorts and his cock sprang to full length immediately.  He could only stare
at his lovely Aunt.  Should he wake her?  Would she be embarrassed?  Should
he...
   No, he thought.  I cannot stand here and jerk off while looking at my
passed out and exposed aunt.  That would be so wrong...
   Before he could finish the thought his hand absentmindedly drifted to
his hard as a rock cock.  He rubbed just a little.
   Could I?--he thought.  She looked so good he was starting to think he
would cum right there without even touching himself.
   Quietly, he finished moving down the stairs.  He moved to the end of the
couch, standing just a little behind it so he was not directly in her line
of view.  He pulled out his cock and started wanking, wishing he could grab
those big tits and squeeze them, sucking on the nipples like they were
little chocolate Kisses.
   Before he knew it he was cumming.  He pushed down on his cock so he
would not shoot towards the couch or his sleeping aunt.  He got most of it
in his shorts--it was a bog load--but then he noticed he had gotten some on
the floor as well.
   Ricky ran into the kitchen to grab a paper towel.  After he wiped the
leftover goop from his shorts and tip, he went back into the front room to
wipe up the cum from the floor.
   He bent over to wipe up the stain when he heard his aunt shift on the
couch.  'Oh fuck!' Ricky thought and hurriedly finished.  He quickly went
back into the kitchen to throw the used up paper towel away.
   When he turned around from the garbage, his Aunt was standing in the
doorway, her robe functioning again.
   "Hey nephew...  crazy night huh?"
   "For you, maybe," Ricky said quickly.  He couldn't let her on to what
had just happened.
   Then he saw her looking at his crotch, and the stain that was still wet
made the material darker and was plainly visible.  He was also still semi
hard, and the flimsy shorts did little to hide that.
   "It looks like for us both," she said with a sarcastic smile.
   Ricky just flushed and left to go to his room.
   The rest of the day was normal.  After lunch together Karen said she had
to go run an errand, and she would be back in a couple of hours.  Thankful
for some time alone, he watched as her car pulled out of the driveway.
   Ricky tried not to do what came naturally, but he could not stop
thinking about this morning.  His dick had been threatening a hard on all
day every time he thought about it.
   He decided to 'take care' of the problem and clean himself out.  He
pulled out some of his favorite porno DVD's--he had swiped a few from his
Dad before he left two years before--and settled in the front room to
masturbate.
   The action was great in this movie.  It started out with a Lesbian scene
that too good not to shoot a load to every time.  After the first finish he
wiped up and pulled his shorts back up.  The scene changed and he realized
the next lady looked just like his aunt, only taller and with fake tits
instead of real ones.  His hard on had not gone down in the least, and he
decided to give it another go, this time thinking more of his Aunt than
watching the movie.
   Once done, he wiped up again.  He stood to pop the DVD out and just
happened to catch a movement out of his eye.  He moved to the windows by
the doorway and saw his aunt hurrying down the driveway and back to her
car.
   Oh shit, Ricky exclaimed.  She saw it all.  She must have come back to
get something and saw him through the little side windows!  She was walking
quickly because he had gotten up and she was embarrassed to be looking!
   Dammit, Ricky thought.  He thought about calling her cell phone to say
it was ok, but he then figured it would be best to just let it lie--he
assumed she did not know that he knew she had been watching.  Maybe she
would play it off, not mention it.
   He quickly went upstairs and got dressed, and then he too left the
house, not intending to be home when she got back.  He left her a note
saying he would be home later.
   A few hours and a trip to the mall later, Ricky came home.  Karen's car
was in the driveway.  Ricky hesitated just a little.  Would she say
anything?
   He opened the door and called out, "Hi Aunt Karen!"
   He got no answer.  Strange, he thought.  Her car was here.  He went to
the sliding glass door in the kitchen and looked out in the backyard.
   Karen was lying on a towel on the grass, fully nude.  She was on her
stomach so all he could see was her ass, but that was enough.  It looked
beautiful in the sunlight and he could see a tan line that immediately told
him she normally wore a thong, just like Kris.  He stared for a long time,
his cock growing and growing with every second.
   Then she turned her head toward him and looked in the direction of the
door.  If she noticed him, she did not show it.
   He decided not to press his luck and went back up to his room.  A half
hour and a wank and shower later, he got a light knock on his door.
   "Ricky?  I rented that movie we talked about last night, want to watch
it with me?"
   "Sure Karen, I'll be down in a minute."
   After he had finished the chapter of his book he was reading he left his
room and went into the hallway.  Halfway down the stairs, he heard a moan,
loud and lusty.
   What the fuck?  Ricky thought.
   Then it hit him.  He had left his porno in the DVD player!  Oh shit oh
shit, he thought as stopped suddenly on the stairs.  His luck had run out,
however.
   "Ricky, I hear you.  Come on down."
   Ricky gulped.  He walked down the stairs to find Karen sitting on the
couch in her jean shorts and tank top from last night.  As he got closer to
the couch, Ricky realized that this time she was not wearing a bra.  Her
nipples poked out lightly against the fabric.
   "Nice porno you got here, Nephew.  Way better than the movie I rented."
   "Uh..." Ricky started stupidly.  He had no idea what to say.
   "Come here," Lisa gestured to the spot next to her on the couch.
   Ricky gulped again and sat next to his Aunt.  On the screen, a blonde
was sucking off a repairman with a giant cock and she sure seemed to be
enjoying it.
   Karen scooted closer to Ricky, mischief in her eyes.
   "You know, I saw you with this earlier.  I watched you playing..."
   Ricky just looked down and nodded, "I know."
   "You saw me?"
   "I saw you run back to your car," Ricky admitted.
   "Ahh.  Are you mad that I saw you?"
   "No, no.  Just...  a little embarrassed."
   "You don't need to be embarrassed, nephew.  It's not 'little'", she
emphasized, "and you're a teenage guy, what else would you do with your
free time?"
   Ricky just looked down.  She thought he was just a dumb horny teenager.
   Karen saw the look and reached to lift his chin up.  She looked deep
into his eyes.  "So, I watched you.  Now, I want you to watch me."
   Ricky looked at his aunt in shock.  Before he could say anything else
she lifted her top off.  She tossed the shirt behind her and stood.  She
turned around, giving him a good look at her ass as she pulled her shorts
down.  She was wearing the little yellow bikini bottom from earlier.
   She sat back down beside him.  She smiled at him and pulled the yellow
stretchy material to the side, revealing soft and pink pussy lips that were
tight and straight from being confined in the tight bikini bottom.
   She turned to the movie and started to rub the sides and top of her
pussy.  Ricky watched as she easily pulled aside the skin to show her clit
as it got bigger and bigger.
   After a few seconds she looked back to Ricky.  Her eyes moved straight
to his crotch.  He could not help but be hard.  She turned back to the
movie and kept going, and Ricky got the distinct impression she was
thinking about him and not the movie.
   Slowly but surely she dipped one, two and then three fingers inside
herself.  Her other hand deftly moved in little circles around her
clitoris. Her entire pubic area was flooded with blood, the lips and clit
seemed to grow twice in size as he watched.
   Deciding to be brave, Ricky tugged his zipper down and pulled out his
cock.  He began stroking it as he watched his aunt.  She caught the
movement and smiled at him.  "Finally," she said with a laugh.  She looked
at his cock closely for the first time and bit her lip just a little in
approval.  "Tell me when you're close," she said, breathing heavily.
   She got more and more into it.  As he watched she came loudly, rocking
against the sofa.  Ricky was still a bit spent from earlier, so he was
taking a bit longer.  Luckily for him, that was about to be to his benefit.
   "I'm close, Karen," Ricky admitted.
   "Good.  Stand up."
   He stood up, still looking straight at the TV.
   "No.  Face me." She grabbed his hips and turned him towards her.
   He looked down at her, unable to believe this was happening.  Ricky
stood right in front of his sitting aunt, his cock only inches from her
face.
   "You are going to finish in my mouth," she said as she watched him
stroke his cock all the more.
   That was it.  He bucked and stepped forward as Karen opened her mouth.
He got about half of the come in her mouth and half on her face, the liquid
sticking to her eyes and hair where it had spurted some distance.  After
the gush stopped, she sucked the tip of his cock gently, getting out the
last little bit.
   Ricky just looked at his aunt in wonder.  He had come on her face and
his cock was still barely in her mouth, and the expression on her face told
him she enjoyed it very much.  Needless to say, he had never thought this
could happen.
   "Hmmmm..." she moaned, working his cock in her mouth a little more.  "I
love that.  You taste good." The sucking started to tickle, and Ricky
jerked back a little, taking his cock out of her mouth.  She smiled at him.
   "I guess all guys do get sensitive after they come." She gently grabbed
his cock and held it in her hand.  "I wanted this since yesterday
afternoon, when I saw you in your swim trunks.  You have a beautiful cock,
nephew.  All men...  and women, should be so lucky."
   "Did David really have a small cock?" David asked softly.
   Karen giggled.  "You heard that?  Hah!  Well, put it this way buddy. 
You are an 8, and he was a 5.  It's why I wanted this, big boy." She
squeezed his cock a little, which had not gone soft yet.
   Ricky smiled.  "I have to be honest, Karen.  I watched you this
morning..." he trailed off.
   "This morning?"
   "I came downstairs and your robe was open on the couch.  You looked so
good...  I had to..."
   "You jerked off watching me?"
   Ricky nodded.
   "Too bad.  You should have woken me up.  I love sex first thing in the
morning."
   "Damn," Ricky said quickly.
   Karen laughed.  As she laughed her hand stroked him with motion of her
body.  He was still hard.
   "Damn is right.  But seeing as how you are still hard...and I am still
wet...  want to feel?"
   Karen leaned back and slipped her little bikini bottom off.  She spread
her legs, giving Ricky a magnificent view of her pussy.  Other than porn,
it was only the third pussy he had seen right before his eyes.  It looked
beautiful.
   He sat down and leaned in.  Not only was he going to touch it, but he
was going to taste it as well.  Kris had told him he gave great
cunnilingus, and he wanted to see if Karen agreed.
   He started by rubbing her thighs a little, kissing the soft skin.  He
then moved his fingers to her lips which were still swollen from the
masturbation.  He brushed them with his finger tips and then settled down
on his knees in front of her.  She enjoyed the sight and moved back to lay
as flat as she could.
   He slowly licked and kissed her inner thighs, working his tongue in
straight lines up and down her pussy.  He had watched a lot of porn and had
paid a lot of attention.  His mother, jokingly, had told him he had better
be able to please a woman, or else he was destined to be a 'missionary
only' type of husband.  As weird as it was to hear this from his mother, he
had not ignored the advice.
   Ricky continued his up and down tongue strokes, loosening Karen up
before he moved in for the kill.  Then he zeroed in on her clitoris,
licking the little nub in swirls and whoops.  He sucked and blew on the
little button, making it swell and stand up for attention.  Her juices soon
covered his face, but he loved every drop of it.
   "Oh god, Rick.  That is so goooood..." Karen moaned, grabbing the back
of his head.
   He split her legs even more, and with a little smile put his tongue
completely into her opening as he used his finger to rub her clit.  She
tasted clean; not as strong as even Kris, who was vegetarian.  She must
take care of herself, he thought.
   He started to feel her shaking and was about to double his efforts when
she sat up, lifting his head away.
   "Inside me!" she ordered breathlessly.
   Ricky was not going to argue.  He got up on the couch and turned her to
lie flat lengthwise.  She shook her head and instead turned over, lying on
her stomach with her legs closed together.  "It'll be good like this.  I
want it haaardd, Ricky."
   He grabbed his cock and positioned it at her opening.  He slipped in a
little--the opening was sopping wet--and then slid all 8 inches into his
Aunt.  She was right.  Her having her legs closed made her feel as tight a
virgin.  He thought for minute he was lucky her husband had had such a
little dick.
   Ricky did not start to pound her right away, but played with his rhythm
a little bit.  He would take a few long and slow pulls in and out of her
pussy before he started to pick up the pace.  He had watched an
instructional porn on the internet, and he knew when a woman wanted it hard
you were forced to start slow, making her want it all the more.
   She moaned as he started to thrust back and forth at a higher tempo. 
Soon he was breathing heavily and twitching.  Karen realized what was
coming (hehe) and said, "Don't come in me, Ricky.  Come on my ass!"
   The dirty talk quickly pushed him over the edge and he pulled out,
shooting a smaller but more intense load all over Karen's back.  His legs
and ass bucked as Karen reached back to grab his thigh.
   Ricky dropped to the couch, exhausted.  Karen sat up and smiled at her
nephew.  "We are going to have to work on your pacing, nephew.  I need a
bit more than that..."
   Ricky smiled sheepishly.  "Sorry."
   "Oh, don't be sorry.  Make it up to me."
   Karen stood up and stood in front of Ricky, her pussy right in front of
his face.  He could smell her clearer now, the light and slightly metallic
smell that he loved so much.  He lifted one of her legs up onto the couch
arms and proceeded to once again lick, suck and tongue fuck his aunt.  She
held his head in her hands as she came a few seconds later, forcing his
face deeper between her legs.  Her knees bowed together as she lost control
and almost fell over.  Ricky had never seen a woman cum in a standing
position before.
   She stopped shaking and fell down to the couch, still trembling
slightly.
   "Oh you are good at that Nephew.  You have had practice, I see."
   "Thanks," Rick said back shyly.  He could not believe what had just
happened.
   Karen put her arm up on the couch, which had the effect of lifting her
breasts on her chest.
   "So how much practice have you had, really?" Karen asked mischievously.
   *
   To be continued.....
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