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CHAPTER FIVE

Jim turned over and lay down with his buttocks on one of Ellen's thighs and the small of his back on the other. The dildo was still buzzing steadily in his ass and his cock was still flopping about with his ceaseless writhings. Ellen took it in hand and drew its foreskin down all the way, and as the very red and heavily swollen knob of his cock was thrust out in this fashion, Jim cried out in his wild delirium, "Make me cum, Auntie Ellen! Please! Suck me or fuck me, anything, but please make me cum!"

"You're not ready yet, not after the blow job you just got from me. But you will be soon," she said, and leaned forward, tit in hand, and rubbed the knob of Jim's cock against her stiff pink nipple. The end of his cock punched in at her big, soft tit from the erratic and jerky thrusts of his hips.

"It's slipping out!" he exclaimed.

Ellen reached under his churning hips and pushed the dildo back inside his asshole. She eased it in and out, smiling down at him, in his frenzied contortions, and shook her head when, once again, he begged her to make him cum.

"I told you. You're not ready. Try it yourself and see," Ellen said.

Jim grabbed his cock and started jacking off. Jacking off was the most private thing in the world, as far as he was concerned, but his Aunt Ellen had already taken away all his privacy, and more than anything else in the world just then, Jim had to cum. Panting and open-mouthed, Jim gazed up at his aunt's smiling face and her naked tits while he frantically beat his meat.

"Gotta cum! Gotta cum!" he said. "Before all those women get here."

"They're not coming," Ellen said. "I was only teasing you about that. But one of these days, when you've learned all there is to know about fucking, I'll surprise you and have another woman here for you to fuck besides me. Young and pretty and eager and hot. Do you think you could satisfy two women, Jim?"

"I could fuck a whole roomful of women right now! OH! That thing in my ass!"

"All this talk about fucking has me wanting to do it. Stop playing with yourself now, Jim, and slip our pretty cock in my cunt."

She helped him get up off her lap and lie down on the floor. There she straddled his hips and sat down and, taking his cock in her hand, guided it into her cunt. She smiled, thoroughly enjoying every millimeter of his hard, hard cock as she wriggled her hips and lowered her cunt down on it.

When she had her naked ass settled snugly on top of his lap, she reached down between his legs and twisted the knob of the vibrating dildo to its highest setting. The results were dynamic.

Jim started thrusting and arching and twisting as never before. All Ellen had to do was sit there on top of his loins and enjoy a truly superlative fuck. Hands cm her knees, she raised her hips up a few inches, and felt Jim's cock plunging up inside her with wonderfully powerful jabs. By leaning forward and back, and by tilting her hips from side to side, she got the full benefit of his fully hard cock going into her from every direction, and each new insertion made the rush of sexual pleasures mount higher. He was sweating with his exertions. Ellen didn't care. She was going through a succession of orgasms, each one a little grander than the one that preceded it, all gathering together to blend into one magnificent climax that would last her through to the next fucking lesson with Jim.

She could feel it building all over her body. She was lightly perspiring, too, though the greatest exertion she was making was fondling and squeezing her tits. Her orgasm rose from her toes through her knees, swept through her thighs and gained great momentum in her cunt. It churned through her guts and made her feel wildly alive, and from there it went on to burst in her tits and her hands and her shoulders, and from there to reach into her brain. It caught her and held her in ecstasy, pure ecstasy, and as she felt the hot, young juices of the boy she now owned pouring up in her cunt, she threw back her head and shouted, "Your cock is mine, and I'll never let it go!"

Jim learned a lot from his aunt about fucking and sucking. He hurried over every time she called, and she called for him almost every day. He was never permitted to wear any clothes while he was there. Naked, and usually sporting a hardon, he had certain duties to perform in exchange for his aunt buying all of his flowers, and in exchange for her teaching him all about sex. Jim had to arrange the flowers he brought in vases, had to scrub her pots and pans and wash her floors and launder the sexy lingerie she often wore for him. He hardly complained about these menial duties at all, because he never knew when his Aunt Ellen would interrupt him to suck his cock or fuck him in the ass with her vibrating dildo or to have him stick his cock in her beautiful cunt and fuck her till her red hot cunt was overflowing with his jism. And he never knew when she'd walk up to him and snap her fingers and point to some spot on her beautiful body that he would then kiss and suck and lick until she got around to letting him kiss her curt.

Ellen frequently entertained him in the nude, but just as often she'd greet him at the door wearing terribly skimpy lingerie or even fully dressed in street clothes. She set the pace with a variety of attire, and a variety of actions, that always kept the increasingly horny boy guessing.

One day, for instance, she met him at the door and told him she had to go shopping, and that he should remain there and do his housework, but under no conditions should he look at the magazines on the coffee table until she got back. She had just sent away for the magazines and picture books. They showed beautiful young models fully involved in every conceivable sexual embrace. Their covers were very lurid. One glance at those and Jim's cock was up hard, and within ten minutes of his arrival, his chores were forgotten and he was sitting on the couch leafing through the books and beating off. That was when Ellen made her appearance from the back door. She caught him red-handed at this, and soon he was red-assed, as well, for she gave him a very sound spanking, after which he sucked her and fucked her on the living room floor, with the sexy books strewn all around them.

On another occasion she met him wearing a very tight, very sexy black bathing suit, and she gave him a very loose-fitting pair of swim trunks to put on. She drove him to the beach, where she had him lie on his belly beside her while she pointed out all the sexy young girls, high-breasted and saucy-assed. While he lay there drooling over them, she snaked her hand inside his trunks and very slowly jacked him off. She got him hot again quite easily, then took him in the water, where he learned she had made a convenient slit in the crotchband of her bathing suit, and there in the shoulder deep water, with other bathers frolicking close by, Jim fucked his aunt.

On still another of his visits, she had him strip naked and then she tied him up in a chair, with the vibrating dildo deep in his ass. To further add to his miserable ecstasies, she showed him mail-order pornographic movies while she further teased him with the tips of her fingers and tongue. He was her little sex slave and though he sometimes complained about it, he thoroughly enjoyed it, as could be seen by the increasingly large size of his cock and balls.

Ellen liked the arrangement, too. Now she had all the sex she'd ever hoped for, without any possibility of romantic involvement. Still it was never quite enough. The more sex she got, the more she wanted, it seemed, but that was working out very well, because Jim's sexual appetites were increasing, too. Everything was going just fine, until one summer afternoon when Ellen's daughter, Carole, appeared at the door.

Carole had run away from home and taken up with a group of young people who sold magazine subscriptions from door to door, and her mother's only contact with her had been an occasional postcard from a faraway city. Carole had always been a rebellious, high-spirited girl, but now as she stood on Ellen's doorstep, she looked very sweet and subdued.

She was demurely dressed in a pretty blue dress and sandals and she was carrying an overnight bag. Her long, honey-blonde hair was done up in braids, and she hadn't a trace of make-up on her very pretty face. Her figure had filled out some, but it was still the high-breasted, saucy-assed shape of a teenaged girl.

Ellen greeted her daughter very warmly and took her inside. They sat on the couch and talked, with Ellen just a little embarrassed because the only thing she had on was a filmy, lacy black negligee. Ellen wasn't even wearing any panties, which Carole surely noticed, because she kept glancing at her mother's very scantily covered figure as they talked.

At last Carole said, "I came back to either borrow some money from you or to get my inheritance. I'm in love with a wonderful guy named Tony, and I want to settle down with him forever. Tony supervised us girls when we were on the road. I need a thousand dollars to help Tony put a down payment on a farm in Oregon, and after that I'll settle down and be a good daughter and write to you every week and you can come visit us often."

Ellen questioned her about Tony. Carole said he was handsome, a hard worker, a wonderful lover, and everything a girl could ask for in a man. Ellen said she would probably give Carole the money. Carole thanked her mother and kissed her very warmly, and said she was going to take a bath before helping her mother with dinner. She took her overnight bag and left for the bathroom, and Ellen remained on the couch, very relieved that at last her errant daughter had changed her roving ways and wanted to settle down with a nice man. She got up to go to her bedroom and put on some less revealing clothes and, passing the bathroom, she caught a faint whiff of very aromatic smoke.

Ellen had smoked marijuana once or twice before, while her husband was still living, but it had made her feel so very sexually aroused that she had almost worn her husband out, so he'd stopped buying it for her. The smoke from the bathroom smelled like marijuana. Suspicious, Ellen returned to the living room and looked in her daughter's purse. Sure enough, there were several small hand-rolled cigarettes there, and what was far wane, a big pink dildo, complete with leg straps, and a card lying in its box that read, "Use this if you get lonesome. Love, Tony."

Ellen stormed right into the bathroom with the incriminating evidence in hand. "Just what is the meaning of this?!? What kind of a terrible person is this Tony?"

Crab was lying back in the bubbly bath tub, golden hair piled up on her head, marijuana cigarette dangling from her fingers, silly smile on her face. "Once you get to know Tony, she's not so terrible at all."

"She??? This Tony is a woman? And I've got a lesbian for a daughter!"

Ellen went reeling out of the room and sat down on the couch, weeping bitterly. It wasn't long before Carole came out to her, wrapped in a towel, smelling of perfumed bath salts, with her long hair brushed out and gleaming.

Carole took her mother's hand in hers and said, "I knew you'd have to find out sooner or later. I hope it doesn't change your mind about the money. Tony and I are going to live on the farm together and raise some big money crops and have a good time. Loan me the money now and you'll never have to see me again, if that's what you want. Or you can come visit us and learn what it's like to have a really good time."

"I'll bet it's marijuana you're going to raise, and I'd certainly never come to visit you."

"Don't knock something you haven't tried, Ellen."

"I've tried marijuana and I didn't like it. And it's normal sex, not what girls do to each other!"

"Gals having sex together is the absolute greatest, Ellen. And a woman can outlast a man by a mile." Carole ran her hands through her hair, hugged herself and almost lost her towel and, wearing that dreamy smile on her face, said, "It's something you really ought, to try. You're so uptight you ought to try some of this weed, too. It's really relaxing. Just try a little and you'll see why we want to grow it."

Ellen let herself be talked into smoking some of the marijuana. Though she didn't know it, it was very powerful stuff. And while the smoldering joint was passed back and forth between her lips and those of her daughter, she couldn't help thinking about where her daughter's lips had been.

Carole had undoubtedly kissed this Tony's clit. And there might have been other girls, too. As Ellen puffed on the cigarette, she saw a vision of her daughter lacked in a naked embrace with another woman. She saw her thrashing through a night of unnatural sex in a hotel room bed. She saw Carole simpering up to a gargantuan woman who ware a false cock strapped to her loins, and she didn't like what she was seeing. It made Ellen nervous and fidgety to think those thoughts, and Carole's soft fingers brushing against her knee didn't help this at all.

As Carole stubbed out the tiny butt of the cigarette, Ellen said, "That stuff certainly didn't relax me. I didn't feel any effect from it at all. I suppose your lesbian girl friend taught you how to smoke it."

"It always makes me feel good." Carole stretched, almost losing her towel in the process. She looked down at where her mother was looking, and she smiled. She loosened the knot in the towel and let it fall in her lap. Ellen gasped, and Carole stretched again and luxuriously ran her hands over her naked tits.

"The first place I feel it is here," Carole said, massaging her tits with both hands, caressing and squeezing them while her mother watched, looking shocked. "Grass makes my tits feel all tingly and warm. It makes them feel bigger, too, and it makes my nipples get all stiff and nice."

"You've certainly grown since you left home," Ellen said, still staring, nearly hypnotized by the soft hands moving on those firmly upright young tits.

"Exercise, that's what does it," said Carole, still caressing herself very freely. "Tony's helped me grow, that's for sure. But of course, I've got you to thank for my having started out with a nice, big pair of tits. You sure have nice ones, Mother. And I've never really seen them like this. Do you mind?"

Ellen watched, still hypnotized, while her daughter's hand moved from her own breast to Ellen's negligee, to draw it aside and expose Ellen's tit, which looked so much like her own. Ellen's tit was just a little smaller than her daughter's and it wasn't quite so youthfully upstanding as her daughter's, but Carole was handling it just as she had handled her own. She caressed it and petted it, hefted its weight and tested its softness of texture while Ellen held her breath, watching.

"Yes," Carole said, "that's nice, relaxing grass. See how your nipples are getting all nice and stiff? And how do your tits feel now? All tingly and warm?"

"That's the marijuana?" Ellen said, still watching Carole's hand as it moved to her other tit.

"I have no idea what it does to men, but that's what it does to us girls."

Carole moved closer to her mother. She smiled in the warmest of ways as she loosened her negligee, fully exposing both of Ellen's very prominent, pink-nippled tits. Now she felt them both at once, and as her hands softly kissed and caressed them, she said, "I can't get over what nice ones you have. I hope mine are as pretty as that when I'm your age. Are you sensitive there, Ellen? I know I sure am."

"Carole, stop that," Ellen murmured, doubly fascinated by the sight of two hands moving on her tits now, I'm trying hard to get her most pleasantly numbed brain to function.

Carole just smiled and took Ellen's hand in hers, guided it to her thrusting tit and resumed caressing Ellen's naked globes.

The warmth alone was entirely seducing. The texture of Carole's young tits helped in the seduction process and in moments Ellen was mimicking her lesbian daughter and fondling both her bare tits. They were so big and firm and so entirely sexy with their generously large pink nipples all crested that Ellen had to move closer to feel still more of them.

Carole just smiled and let the effects of their mutual caresses add to those of the marijuana. Under the tutelage of her very experienced lesbian girl friend, Carole had seduced quite a few girls before. She derived a great deal of pleasure in taking a girl who was far from home and leading her into the ways of lesbian sex, and then leading her on into Tony's bed and the orgies that took place there. Even more than this, Carole enjoyed knocking on a door and finding a young housewife alone, and seducing her. On two separate occasions she had seduced older housewives, and these times had been especially thrilling to Carole. Now she knew why that was. It was because of some secret urge inside her to seduce her beautiful mother, and here she was, well on her way to succeeding at that. She wished Tony could be there to see it, because her lesbian lover was always so proud of her when she initiated someone new into the sisterhood.

Ellen was completely fascinated by Carole's tits. She fondled and caressed them in every way imaginable, and with Carole's hands on her tits, she was experiencing all the sensations she was infusing in the young female body on the couch with her. Ellen was getting terribly hot, but she didn't know it. Her more experienced daughter knew it very well, and chose just the right time to slide her hands down over Ellen's ribcage and squeeze her slender waist, to pet her smooth hips and further admire her figure.

"You're really built, Ellen. You've got a fantastic figure. And not many girls my age have complexions as smooth as yours."

Carole's hands kindled a glowing fire everyplace they touched. And they were constantly moving as Ellen squirmed about on the couch, saying, "Carole, please stop that. I've got to go fix dinner. Oh, why did I let you talk me into smoking that marijuana!"

"Too late to worry about the grass now, Mother. You're stoned and so am I, so let's forget it and just enjoy ourselves. Insofar as dinner goes, I'm only hungry for one thing right now," Carole said, and thoroughly enjoyed her mother's loud gasp as she tickled a forefinger down over her belly and then burrowed that finger deep in the hairy triangle between Ellen's legs.