She walked in on him stroking his cock.
“Jesus, Billy,” she said through a gasp.
Billy didn’t say a word. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t scramble in panic to cover himself, to hide it from his aunt. Just kept running his fist over his length.
“God, will you just stop it!” she cried.
He was on the narrow bed. It was halfway between her and the window which faced over the front garden. The curtains were open. Mid-morning, close to eleven. She could see every detail.
Billy lay side-on to his aunt. He swivelled his face to smirk at her, his long cock leaking pre-cum so the head was all shiny and the shaft slick and greasy in his fist.
“Why should I stop?” Billy said to his aunt. “I like it.”
“You’re disgusting,” she said.
Billy shrugged. “Everybody does it. I didn’t invent it.”
He was right, of course. But there were limits.
“I’m your aunt, Billy. I don’t want to see it.”
“No?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “So why do you leave the door open when you’re getting dressed? You know I’m in the house. You know I can see.”
“I don’t,” she gasped, aghast. “Oh, God, don’t tell me you’ve been looking.”
“I’ve been looking.” Then, after a pause, his hand still slowly gliding up-and-down: “I’ve been in your room when you’ve been out. I’ve seen your toys.”
She boggled at him, mouth hanging open.
“No … I don’t believe it. You’re an absolute pig! What the hell do you think you’re doing? You have no right … And will you stop fucking well doing that! Stop it, Billy. Bloody hell, what’s wrong with you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Billy replied. “You’re the one showing off her big tits.”
She gasped again, gaping at him, appalled.
“Look at you now,” he said. Billy raised the hand furthest away, the other still fapping his dick. “That dress.”
“What about it?” she asked, chin on her chest. She examined her frontage and looked into his face. “What’s wrong with this dress?”
He grinned. “Nothing. It’s showing off your boobs. I like it.”
Her face flushed red.
“It’s just a dress,” she said.
He heard the catch in her voice and cranked harder at his dick.
“Do you wear it because it shows off your tits?”
“I don’t have to listen to this,” she told him. Her brow corrugated as she stood with her fists on her hips. She glared at him and said, “You’re a guest in my house, Billy. And you’re being dirty and disgusting and very insulting.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“And it’s upsetting me to see you doing that. It isn’t normal, Billy. To keep on doing it when someone comes in, I mean,” she added. “It’s not polite. It’s twisted.”
“I was doing it before you came in.”
“It’s <i>my</i> house. I came in to get your dirty laundry.”
“You didn’t knock.”
Her throat worked after he said it. She opened her mouth to speak, seemed to think better of it.
“Why do you leave your door open?” Billy insisted.
“I … I don’t,” she groaned.
“What’s the matter, Aunt Janet,” he murmured, catching her eye with his stare. “Is it getting to you? Seeing me do this?”
“Stop it, Billy,” she said, the words gurgling up.
“You like watching, don’t you.” A statement, not a question.
“You’re sick,” she gasped.
“Here it is, Aunty,” he purred, waggling the thing.
“You’re a degenerate pig. You’re just bloody disgusting.”
“You want to watch me wank it until it spits?”
She gasped and groaned and did a little two-step dance, like she needed to pee.
He worked at himself faster, laying on a groan and rolling his eyes.
“It feels good, Aunt Janet,” he said, the words hissing out between clenched teeth. He stared at her, eyes wild with the feelings inside him. “Oh, yes … So fucking sweet. I’m thinking about your tits, Aunt Janet,” he told her, wincing and moaning. “I’ve seen them. When you’ve been moving around in your room. You leave the door open so I can see. I know you do. I’ve looked at you and know you shave your muff. Who do you do that for? Hmm? Who gets to see you without any clothes on? Except me, that is.” Billy chuckled and added, “Your boss? I’ve caught him checking you out when you move around behind the bar. Or is it Jack? He sits there and stares at your tits. Mind you,” Billy went on as he looked at his aunt. “Most of the blokes in the pub can’t stop gawping at your big knockers. Half of them are only in there on Friday nights because you’re working the bar.”
“I know what they’re like,” his aunt snapped back. “A little cleavage and they’re drooling.”
“Me, too.” Billy slowed down and looked into her face. “I think you’ve got an awesome figure, Aunt Janet. Big tits; lovely round arse.”
Janet paused and sighed and started again.
“You <i>can’t</i> say things like that. I’m your mother’s sister.”
“I think you want me to.”
She didn’t reply.
“I think you want me to look and to drool.” Billy worked himself faster. “I think you do it on purpose – the poncing around with the door open. You do it when it’s just me in the house. And you knew I was in here just now. I reckon you didn’t knock because you wanted to catch me doing something bad.”
“No,” she gasped, head moving side-to-side.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“No, Billy,” she said. “I … I didn’t. I just came in for the laundry.”
Billy ginned at her. “If you give me five minutes, I’ll have this tee-shirt for you to take as well.” He let go of his cock and levered upright to pull the shirt over his head. “I’ll use it to catch the spunk. Stuff goes everywhere.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
“You know what I’d love to do, Aunt Janet?” he asked, the words coming up clotted.
“What?” she whispered.
He lay back against the pillows and headboard and started working his dick.
“Do it all over your tits.”
She gulped again, her face slack while she looked at his face and then glanced at his chest, her eyes, inexorably, drawn to his penis.
“Oh, Billy,” she sighed. “That’s so dirty.”
“It’s getting me really horny to think about it, Aunt Janet. I … I think I’m gonna come,” he said.
“Not yet, Billy,” she told him, the command in her tone. She stepped into the room, fingers going to the buttons along the front of her dress. “You’re not going to do anything until I’ve had some fun.”
Billy groaned. He looked down over his chest and watched her cranking his cock.
“I knew you were big,” his aunt muttered. “I’ve been dying to do this,” she added, smirking into his face. “I’ve been dying to get it inside me.”
“Yeah,” Billy gasped. “It was fucking obvious the way you paraded around without any clothes. You’ve been shoving your tits in my face every chance you got.”
She laughed, delighted. “It was fun. I love teasing. I’ve got the regulars at the pub gagging for me. Poor Jack thinks he’s in with a chance. He’s had a look. I flashed him once back in the toilets. He wants to fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” Billy told her, his hand going into the gape of her dress.
“Oh yes indeed you are, my boy,” she replied with a nod of her head. “That’s for certain. I’m so worked up for you now.”
“Take the dress off, bitch,” Billy snarled. He tugged at the garment.
“Okay,” his aunt replied, then popped her lips around the head of his cock.
Billy gasped, surprised by the move.
“Shit!” he cried as she sucked him.
His aunt was hands free, glomming the bulb while easing the dress over her arms. It was loose at the front, every button undone so it came away easily. Then she unsnapped her bra, got it off her shoulders and freed her breasts.
She came off his cock and thrust her chest forward.
“There they are,” she crowed to her nephew.
“I wanna suck them,” he squeaked, reaching out with one hand.
His aunt smacked it away and squeezed her breasts around Billy’s cock.
“Fuck them,” she mumbled. “Go on, Billy, fuck my tits.”
He screwed up his face and used his hands against the bed so he could work his dick between those orbs. The inner flanks and his aunt’s chest were soon slick with the gloop leaking from Billy’s dick, her hands squashing the big pillows around his girth, the liquid squelching coming up from her cleavage.
“You like them, don’t you?” she purred, grinning into his face.
“Yeah. Fantastic. Why don’t you take your knickers off? Billy suggested. “Then stand up and turn round so I can get a look.”
“I thought you’d seen?” you dirty perv.”
She chuckled and playfully tapped his thigh in faux admonition before she hauled herself to her feet.
“Any comments?” she asked when her knickers were cast aside. She splayed her folds and thrust her pelvis forward. “Anything to say about that?”
“I want to suck your clit, Aunt Janet,” he groaned, fisting his cock. “it’s so fucking big and shiny. Fuck, how fucking wet are you?”
“I’m soaking,” she purred, wincing when she flicked her oversized bean with a finger. “I was going to do it today whatever happened. I’ve been playing with my cunt with the fucking door open, Billy. And here you were all the time. You and that gorgeous thing.”
She moved to the bed. Climbed aboard and straddled her nephew’s thighs.
Billy’s jaw hung down when she held him upright and mashed his dome through her vulva. Then he gasped and moaned when his aunt eased down and took half his length into her body.
“God, yes,” she mumbled, hands at her breasts. “Let me feel it go in. Let me feel every inch.”
She mauled at her breasts and sank down onto her nephew until his balls were compressed between his thighs and her buttocks.
“There it is,” she moaned, eyeing her nephew. “Daddy’s home,” she purred.
Then they started to move. Billy’s hands went all over her body. He grabbed at her buttocks and squeezed, slapped a hand against one cheek and laughed before he went to her tits.
She leaned in and rested on straight arms, her hands either side of his head. Her rump shivered when she fucked up and down, his girth stretching her open, his size filling her up.
“That’s a perfect cock,” she mumbled, curling in to kiss his mouth.
Billy squeezed tit-flesh while his tongue slid and writhed with his aunt’s, her bounty too much for his hands, her body spilling over his fingers as he snorted and grunted and tried to fuck up into her when she came slapping down onto his thighs.
“You’re a dirty boy, Billy,” she said, smirking into his face.
“Me?” he grinned. “What have I done?”
“You’re fucking your aunt,” she said, their bodies thwacking together. “And I’m pretty sure you’re fucking my daughters.”
He didn’t reply, just grabbed her tits and sucked at her breasts.
“Just don’t get them pregnant,” she added. “Fuck their tight little cunts if you must, but don’t fuck a baby into my girls.”
Billy groaned when he heard it.
“And you said I was disgusting,” he gasped.
“Sweetheart,” his aunt purred, going up into a squat so she could really get his dick into her pussy. “You don’t know the half of it. I’m a right dirty cow.”
“Shit, Aunt Janet, I’m gonna come.”
It had suddenly gotten too hot for him to take. Her body and the way she’d casually told him she knew about him shagging his cousins. The way she’d talked about not getting them pregnant had his surge on the boil.
“Aunt Janet,” he whimpered, hands at her waist while she rode up-and-down. “I can’t … It’s … Oh, fuck, I’m coming, Aunt Janet.”
“You going to fuck a baby into your aunt?” she gasped into his face. “Is that it, Billy? Huh? Is it,” she squeaked as she savaged her breasts and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “I’m not on the pill. You’re going to dump all your seed into my cunt.”
“Aunt Janet!” he squawked.
Billy’s mind screamed at him to get her off his dick. He’d heard what she’d said. She wasn’t protected and he was about to pour sperm into her body.
“I’m coming,” he gasped, as though that would be enough stop his aunt from milking his jizm.
His head said no, but every other part of him was determined to end it with his lust bathing her cervix. Billy grunted and groaned, his aunt rubbing her clit as she made enough noise of her own.
“Oh no,” she gasped, eyes locked with his. “My pussy … Oh, Billy, you can’t come inside me.”
She looked at him with an expression of horror, yet still kept on working herself over his cock. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, swinging and swaying while she carried on fucking down onto his dick.
“Your spunk … Oh, no … It can’t happen. I can’t let you come.”
And she still kept on going, the rush bringing a huge cry from Billy when his lust exploded into his aunt.
“Aunt Janet!” he yelled. “I’m coming. I’m sorry,” he sobbed as the joy took him away. “It feels so good. I’m so sorry, Aunt Janet.”
She rode him through it. Billy’s aunt kept on fucking herself over his cock, his seed spurting into her body. She mumbled and groaned, watching his face while mauling one breast, her other hand down at her clit where she flicked a finger over the fleshy protuberance, the excitement getting her close.
Billy grunted and let it all flow, his aunt rolling off him when it became obvious the boy was spent.
Then it was his turn to watch when his aunt went into paroxysms of absolute pleasure. He gawked at her while she juddered and snorted, her face tight with the feelings within, teeth gritted against the delight, her hand down between her legs.
“Oh, Billy,” she eventually gasped. “Oh, sweetheart, what have you done?”
Billy groaned in despair when she lay on her back, weight on her forearms and elbows, legs folded at the knees as she spread her legs. His aunt leaned to one side so she could splay her meaty labia with her fingers, his jizm a pearl right at her core. Even as Billy watched, his jaw hanging slack at the obscenity of it, his semen slid from his aunt and dribbled in a creamy ooze through the cleft of her buttocks.
“All that cum,” she mumbled, her expression an accusation. His aunt fingered the mess, scooping the stuff out of her body. “God, Billy,” she gasped, looking down to examine where the goo slipped from her opening. “You really were full of the stuff, weren’t you, baby. I bet you feel lighter now.”
She chuckled at the look on his face.
“What’s the matter, Billy?” she purred, smearing semen over her vulva. “Scared? Worried you fucked a baby in there?”
“Aunt Janet,” he said, levering up to gawp at her face. “I … I couldn’t help it. You were doing it and it felt--”
She cut him off with a laugh. “I know how it felt.” His aunt moved upright and eased her rump over the bed, mindless to the smear she left on the sheet. “Don’t worry,” she cooed before kissing his mouth. “I’m safe. You won’t get me pregnant. I just wanted to scare you for what you just did to me.”
“What?” he gurgled.
“You just kept wanking your cock,” his aunt said, kissing him again. She reached for his dick and milked it of one last dribble. “You thought you’d shock me, didn’t you, Billy?” She chuckled and shook her head, eyes locked with his. “You thought I’d scream when you just kept on wanking. Thing is, I wanted to climb on as soon as I saw it.”
“Aunt Janet,” he breathed. “Shit, I don’t know what to say.”
She moved off the bed, his eyes following her nudity.
“You don’t have to say anything, Billy. Just keep it hard so we can do it again. Now, I’m going to collect your laundry. If you’re in the mood, we can have some more playtime when I get back.”