Carey had rolled across the floor and was propped up against the sofa. In a tired voice he said, "You two broads'll wear me to a nubbin. Just look at it!"
They all looked at his prick. It was so tiny, so deflated-looking, they had to laugh.
Joanne said, "If I know you, lover boy, it'll be as goad as new in a few minutes."
"Don't count on it. My aunt's got an awfully greedy little ass. She sucked me out good. It was like being plugged into a milking machine."
"And how would you know what that's like?" demanded Lynn. "You've never been on a farm in your life."
"I'm guessing. But it must be something!"
"Next thing you know, Aunt Lynn," said Joanne, "he'll be wanting to follow the little animals around, fucking them."
Lynn was shocked. Even though she knew the girl was joking, the idea of actually balling an animal was so… words failed her. Disgusting and perverted and lewd and all the others just weren't strong enough.
She wandered what it would be like.
"I might do just that," declared Carey. "At least they wouldn't sit around Mother naked and make all these snide comments. Did you like it or didn't you?"
Lynn couldn't tell who he was asking. She nodded.
"You bet!" Joanne cried.
Before Lynn could add her own comments, the doorbell rang. They all froze for a moment. Raw naked, they couldn't possibly answer the door. Lynn grabbed her dress and quickly slipped into it, ignoring all her undergarments. There simply wasn't time for the bra or garter belt or hose or even her panties.
Slipping into her shoes, she felt positively lewd. Her nipples poked impudently against the hin material of the dress. The paisley print had never looked sexier on her and she knew it.
It was embarrassing.
Doubly so when Carey let out a loud, long wolf whistle.
"Shut up, you, and get dressed! And tell the others to do the same. I bet it's the man!" snapped Joanne.
Lynn didn't quite understand what that meant. Whoever "the man" was, they were hustling faster now than she would have thought possible. There was more than a touch of fear in her own actions as she went to the door.
From behind her, she heard Joanne's low, "Cripes, it is the heat."
Two policemen stood in their blue uniforms looking bored.
"Evening, ma'am. We got a report of a loud party going on here. Uh, would you mind quieting it down?" His eyes were drinking in the fact she wore no bra.
Lynn was acutely aware he was staring down her unbuttoned neckline and at the snowy whiteness of her boobs. She was about to say something to him about it when she realized they could all be arrested if she didn't play this right.
He was a man doing a boring job. Let him get his kicks, if only by watching.
Watching. That was Lynn's specialty. She ought to be able to give him a full dose of what she dug the most.
She took a deep breath. Her breasts heaved up, bulging over the loose rim of her neckline. Her nipples were expanding as the man watched. There was no doubt he was getting a hard-on. She could see the bulge growing in his uniform trousers.
His partner quickly cut in, his own voice a bit distracted, "Look, uh, lady. We don't want to do anything. You know. But the, uh…"
He faltered, losing the train of thought as one of Lynn's tits almost came tumbling out as she turned to faces him. Carelessly slipping her hand to her throat did nothing to put the tit back into the garment. If anything, it emphasized the fact it was about ready to come tumbling out.
"The party?" she prompted.
"Uh, yeah. You're making a lot of noise. The neighbors are raising a fuss over it."
"If we quiet down, will that be okay with everyone concerned?" Lynn horrified herself at how sexy she was sounding. Her words were innocuous, her tone was a hooker's come-on.
"It'll suit us."
"I'll tell everyone to keep it down." She pointedly looked at the cop's hard-on. "Everyone," she repeated for emphasis. He blushed furiously and turned away from her.
The other cop tipped his hat and said, "If there's ever anything I… uh, we can do, just let me know."
"I'll be sure to ring you, officer." The odd look on the cop's face told her she'd said something she hadn't meant to. He did a double take, then grinned from ear to ear.
"Okay. I'll remember that. You live here?"
He scribbled something down and went off without another word, whistling a springly tune, off key.
Lynn closed the door and let out a deep sigh.
Carey said, "That was damned close. I told the gang to split. I don't want this kind of thing getting around. I'm going to catch hell with Mom and Dad over it as is."
"Don't worry. I'll tell them it was my party." She looked at her nephew, then said, "It was in a way, you know. I had a real ball!"
Carey laughed.
"Where's Joanne? You didn't send your girlfriend home, too? That's not right!"
"Aunt. Lynn, when the man comes down on you, you split. Fast. There's no telling what some of these dudes might have had on them. Heavy time doesn't appeal to any of them. But you handled the cop real well."
She suddenly turned white as a ghost. She had been so nervous when she went to the door, she hadn't recognized the one cop. The one she'd said she'd ring had been the officer chasing her up on the lover's lane. It was a good thing he hadn't recognized her.
If he had, she could be in jail. Not only for the wild party but for voyeurism.
"What's wrong, Aunt Lynn? You suddenly looked like you were getting ready to faint. Here, sit down and relax. It wasn't all that bad. I mean, Christ, nobody's going to be stupid enough to bring really hard stuff to a party like this. I'd bust their heads open if I found out."
She didn't even hear him. The thought of being locked up for peeping in other people's window, spying on teenaged couples fucking in their cars, the humiliation of it being in the newspapers, all this and more suddenly hit the woman. She had a lot to lose and hadn't even known it when she answered the door.
"Drink this," he said, handing her a cognac.
She downed it without even tasting the fiery amber liquor. She silently held out the empty snifter for another. This one caused her to choke. She was slowly coming out of her shock.
"Look, Aunt Lynn, there's more to this than a noisy party. That's nothing to get worked up about. And you, hell, you could get us out in nothing flat if they ran the whole pack of us in."
"Why?"
"You're an upstanding citizen."
She turned even whiter.
This time, Carey realized it wasn't the party which had scared her so. It was something else.
"What you been up to, Aunt Lynn? That cop know you from somewhere else?"
Thoughts of her hooking on the side momentarily flashed through his brain. He immediately tossed them aside as ridiculous. His Aunt Lynn would never be a common hooker. Not even a high-priced call girl. The sex was all too fresh and new to her. It had to be something she considered equally bad, though, to provoke such a response.
"I… I saw him the other night." Each word was drenched in molasses. None wanted to come out.
"Where did you see him?"
"Roxbury Lane."
"The lover's lane? What the hell were you doing up there? Spying on the kids who were…" The teenager's voice trailed off. His aunt had a stricken look. He'd hit on the right answer by pure guesswork.
"You're a peeping-tom? You, Aunt Lynn? I can't believe it!"
"It's true." Her voice was so low even she could barely hear it. Admitting her perversion wasn't easy.
Carey laughed, but it wasn't a put-down laugh. It was a hearty one. He said, "So what's the big deal? Did 'the man' almost bust you? It was close that he didn't see you. The way he was ogling your boobs, he probably couldn't even tell what color your hair was."
"You… you're not upset about me looking'in windows? Don't you realize what I've been doing? I've been spying on everyone. Including you."
She was sure that would properly shock him.
It didn't.
"Hey, that's cool. Did I put on a good performance? If I'd known I had an audience, it would have been even kicker!"
She didn't understand him and said so.
"Look, Aunt Lynn," he explained, "I don't care. Maybe some of the chicks I was with would, but I don't. What you do is different but you're not hurting anyone. You don't take pictures and blackmail anyone. No one knows you do it and you don't try to hurt anyone else. So what's the crime?"
"It's the law."
"Sure and so are a million other dumb things. If somebody doesn't want an audience for their fucking, let 'em close the drapes. That seems simple enough to me."
She had to agree. At least in part. She said, "But it's evil what I've been doing."
"Because the people didn't know you were watching?"
"Yes."
"What if someone who knew your, uh, hungry eyes were devouring their every move agreed to put on a show for you. Would that be wrong?"
"Someone who's an exhibitionist, you mean? I, well, I don't think so. It sounds okay."
"How about me? I really get off on the idea of having someone watch while I'm balling a chick. Add Joanne gets a charge out of performing for an audience, too. She wants to be an actress and is always posing and carrying on."
"You'd let me watch?"
"Sure." He paused, then quietly added, "For a price…"
She felt a cold stab of fear in her guts. "What price?"
"I'm absolutely crazy for you. And I'm not going to let what's happened here tonight go to waste. I want your body. And I think you get a charge out of letting me fuck you."
"Yes," she said slowly. "Your sweet flowing love…" Her voice died to a whisper as she thought how great it was feeling his stream of cum blasting into her cunt and ass. It wasn't bad at all with her nephew. The very fact it wag incest seemed to add something to the lovemaking.
"It's agreed. I'll set up the times and places where you can watch me make it and I'll collect right now. Let's go ball."
"Rut, I mean, isn't this a bit sudden?"
"Sure," he grinned. "So what? I was thinking of doing it on the dining room table. You know what's beside the table? On the wall?"
"No. Oh, yes I do," she said, suddenly understanding. "It's a mirror. We can watch each other as we fuck."
"You can get your jollies in a couple ways. Me, I'll get off just on your tight little cunt."
The next thing he knew, they were on the table and she was opening her legs for him. In the minor beside her she could see her own smooth white flesh. And the tiny triangle of her blonde bush seemed to glisten with the dew drops of her cunt juice. She twisted slightly so she could watch his cock enter her pink pussy lips.
This was going to be more fun than she'd thought!
His body came down on her. She took his weight and gasped when he suddenly slammed forward into her. No preparation, no gentle buildup. He was hot to fuck and he wanted her. He was going to fuck her like an animal.
The very thought made her ready for him.
Twisting, hunching her hips a bit, she was able to slip his cock even farther up her twat. The mirror reflected it all. She could see the broad, meaty shaft of his cock panting her pink, turgid pussy lips. The way his balls hung down partially obscured the scene but she didn't care.
She was taking it all in – in more than one sense.
Seeing his cock slip into her cunt was one thing, feeling it was a totally different trip. She loved the way it stretched her apart. It was so thick she was certain he would tear her in two. He didn't.
When he started fucking, their bodies met in a wet grinding motion that took her breath away. Her tits crushed madly against his almost hairless chest; she felt her nipples expanding as blood pounded into them. Looking to the side, she could see it all.
Her boobs were flattened. She could see the coppery blush of an areola and the fierce red of a nipple as it was squeezed down into the marshmallowy titflesh. Her hip was in the way of a good view of his cock in her twat.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and twisted around a little. This not only pulled him even deeper up her quim, it let her see his balls and cock splitting her apart. She could tell he was aroused and lusting madly for her.
His breath was hot and heavy as he gently licked and nibbled at her earlobe. But most of all, his cock jerked madly at her cunt. She could even see his balls twitching with lust. The heavy cream trapped inside demanded release. The only way out was through the end of his cock his meaty prick thrust all the way up her cunt.
"Keep fucking, damn you," she huskily whispered. "I need you fucking me!"
He began a rhythmic motion in and out of her twat. She tried to squeeze down and hold his cock inside her. She failed. The bubbly frothing of her cunt juice as his cock slid from her seething interior was plainly visible in the minor, though.
She found she could ripple the blood-engorged lips of her cunt to surround his cock as it came rushing back into her belly. The way they lewdly parted sent new tremors of carnal wantonness through her.
"Keep fucking. I love it sooo!"
"And I love you, Aunty. I love to love you. You're so much a woman. And you're tight, virgin tight. But you don't fuck like any virgin. You know all the right things to do."
His words sent her blood pressure soaring. She felt his cock tremble in her sheath. Her cunt pleaded with his prick for more. She had to be fucked hard and fast. Nothing else would satisfy her.
The words he hotly whispered in her shell-like ear pushed her passions to the breaking point. He loved her. He loved her body. He was fucking her because she was a damned good lay. And that coming from a teenager whose sexual experience was even greater than hers.
It was her nephew.
Incest.
The picture of his cock entering her cunt reflected in the minor.
His tongue in her ear.
The weight of his body pressing her tits down into her chest.
His cock dancing savagely in her cunt.
His hips went berserk. He started fucking her with all the fury of a dam breaking. Pistoning back and forth, his cock seared along her twat. His body was demanding. His cock thrust fiercely through the velvet-hung passage of her cunt and set her guts on fire. He was fucking her with all the strength in his youthful body.
She arched her back and took him even deeper into her quim. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than his meaty battering ram of cock smashing into her tender cunt.
When he fountained out his cum, she took it all up her cunt. Her hungering cunt drank it, drop by drop, spurt by spurt. Her hips twisted and turned so that be could corkscrew into her twat. She received the full force of his fucking. Her cunt was ablaze with lust.
She came.
Her universe spun wildly around her in a mixed-up picture puzzle of delight. The minor, her cunt, his red cock slipping into her twat, the table, her boobs pressing against his chest, the pussy lips lewdly smiling at his prick fucked through them, the fire surging through her arteries and blasting into her brain.
The climax was fabulous. The sexual pressures that had built up in her body were eased. She was sated for the moment. She still couldn't take her eyes off the minor, though.
Watching as his cock slid out of her cunt was nothing less than a miracle. Seeing it happen made her excited anew. She wanted to fuck some more but knew it couldn't be with her nephew. He was totally depleted.
She sighed and then smiled at him. He grinned back and quietly went in search of his discarded jeans. Lynn knew this arrangement between them was to her benefit.
Seeing the young teenager leave the room, she wondered if he really got off on balling before an audience or not.
But what did it matter?