Donna Allen
Hot coming family

CHAPTER ONE

Fred Mitchell propped himself up against his pillows and sipped a beer while his wife, Millie, fluttered her fingers lightly up and down his thighs.

In the process of teasing him, she had become aroused and her fingers caressed him erotically. She lay on her side and moved her fingers near his crotch. She barely brushed his balls with her fingertips and lightly touched his cock.

She thought about her teenage nephew in the room next door and her own two children who were sleeping down the hall. At thirty-eight the pert brunette had a good life, and she was even more appreciative since her sister-in-law, Laura, had arrived.

Laura was Fred's younger sister and Eric's mother. Her husband had walked out on her and she and the blonde boy were spending some time with the Mitchells.

How lucky I am! Millie thought as she shifted her position and watched her shortie robe open to reveal the fur triangle between her legs.

When she leaned forward, her tits became exposed and she let them fall against Fred's arm. He still loved her tits, even after all the years of their marriage. And it was true, they were still high and pointed and full. Bearing two children hadn't caused then to sag or droop.

Fred's eyes were glued to the television screen, but that didn't stop his cock from growing under her caresses. When she cupped his balls, he turned and glanced at her and blew her a kiss.

She smiled and curled her fingers around his prick-shaft while she covered his balls with her free hand. She encircled his cock-root with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed tight.

He groaned when she moved the tight ring halfway down the length of his dick. She pulled lightly on his sensitive skin and moved it up and down the hardening center of his rod.

She relaxed her grip and tightened it and rubbed one nipple against his arm. "Give me a sip, honey," she said.

He moved the can of beer to her lips.

Sometimes it was nice just to jerk Fred off. She'd bring him to a climax and then she'd masturbate before they went to sleep. After so many years of marriage, they had their own little ways of doing things. Even though the sex wasn't as exciting as it had been, the lusty brunette tried to think of ways of keeping things alive.

Now she fondled his balls and pumped his prick and he stopped watching the television screen. He gazed at her fingers as she moved his cock-skin up and down his stiffening prick.

He smiled when she placed a finger over the tiny slit in his cockhead. Her finger came away wet with his spunk and she washed the head of his prick with the thick whitish juice.

In a moment his mushroomy, purplish cockhead glistened with his cream. She caressed the flared rim under his knob and once again began jerking him off.

She held his fuck-stick tightly in the middle and stroked her fingers from tip to base. Soon she increased the tempo of her stroking and dragged her hand forcefully to the base of his shaft.

She frigged him faster and faster, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. When his face contorted, she slowed her stroking and he shut his eyes and leaned against the pillows.

"Jesus, honey, that's some finger-action," he said.

And then he came and Millie felt his jism shoot out of his shaft. She quickly leaned over and directed the spray over her tits. She pumped him vigorously and by the time he was through her tits were drenched with his thick cream.

She threw her robe off and wiped the spunk from her tits and licked her fingers clean. She spread her legs and worked her cunt-muscles. Now she was ready to masturbate. Jerking Fred off had heated her pussy and licking up his jizz was the first course. Now she was ready for the entree.

"Want me to do that?" Fred said sleepily as he rolled onto his belly and faced her.

"No, I'll do it, hon," she said.

There were times when she liked Fred to bring her off and times when she preferred doing it to herself. Tonight she wanted to do it herself.

Her tits bounced voluptuously as she caressed her inner thighs and her beaver. She knew it was because she wanted to think about her nephew, Eric. Ever since the boy had arrived, she'd thought of nothing else. He was the same age as her son, John, and she knew it wasn't right to think about the teenager sexually, but she couldn't help it. Anyway, it couldn't hurt to fantasize that it was her tow-headed nephew fondling her pussy.

She pictured the boy's crotch. He had a tiny ass and the bulge between his legs fascinated her. She wondered what his cock and balls were like. She found herself wondering too what John's prick was like.

I'm terrible, she thought with a smile as she caressed her erect nipples. They're just children!

Still, she pretended it was Eric's fingers stroking her thighs and Eric's hand rubbing her tits.

She licked her lips and tilted her ass up. She wondered if Eric was a virgin. She knew John wasn't. She grimaced to herself. She wondered if her daughter, Pattie, was a virgin.

That's a laugh, she thought. If I ever saw a hellcat, it's my daughter.

Now she stretched her legs and gazed down at the dark patch between her thighs. She opened and closed her legs and cupped her jiggling tits.

Her pussy tingled with excitement as she pictured Eric crouched between her legs and licking her cunt. She would clamp her thighs shut around his sweet face. She would squeeze him hard, but he wouldn't complain. He would lick her gash from her clit to her asshole and even stick his tongue into her pussy-hole.

She tugged at her nipples fiercely and clawed at her cunt. Hot juice oozed out of her pussy and wet the sheets. Her mouth fell open and her breathing was irregular. If only it were possible to actually make love with Eric! If only it wouldn't be incest!

Millie had cheated on Fred occasionally. She knew Fred had cheated on her too, but they were both discreet. But her own nephew? A mere boy? Did she dare?

Now she rubbed one hand over her tits and toyed with the soft curls of her cunt-bush. She stroked her cunt-mound and her belly and gyrated her hips.

She probed her slit with a fingertip and pushed it inside her cunt. It was warm and wet inside her cuntlips and her delicate woman-folds were pliant and soft with desire.

She worked her finger into her cunthole and wiggled it around. She buried it knuckle-deep inside herself and made gurgling sounds deep in her throat.

She moved a second finger into her pussy and then a third and pumped them in and out. She writhed her ass and finger-fucked herself, thrusting her fingers into her cunt and using them like a cock.

Her cuntlips were wide-spread and she used her thumb to caress her clit. And she came, her back arched and waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through her.

When she had recovered and gone to the bathroom to pee, she padded back to bed and tried to sleep. She continued thinking about Eric, but by now it had become an obsession. She knew in her heart that she would seduce the boy. Right or wrong, she had to fuck him.

It happened the very next day. She found herself home alone with the boy. It's fate, she thought as she made him a sandwich for lunch. If it wasn't meant to be, God wouldn't have arranged for me to be alone with him.

He wolfed down his sandwich and she poured herself some coffee and sat down across from him in the sunny kitchen.

"I love to see a boy with a healthy appetite," she said.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his mouth full.

"How about some potato chips?" she said.

"Sure."

She moved around the kitchen, pouring milk for the teenager and sneaking peeks at his crotch. She shivered at the sight of the mass between his legs. How she longed to have him naked on a bed!

She sat down again and drew her chair closer to his. The boy stared at her as he munched his second sandwich. "What are you looking at, Eric?" she said.

"You look pretty," he said.

Millie smiled, her carefully lipsticked mouth quivering slightly. "Why, thank you, darling," she said. She instinctively stuck her chest out and smoothed down her tight tee-shirt. "It's nice to hear a compliment from a boy like you."

She felt warm and leaned her arms on the table. Her tits shifted forward in the flimsiness of her tee-shirt. Eric gulped his third glass of milk and began chomping away on a plateful of cookies.

"Eric?" she said in a breathless voice.

"What, Aunt Millie?" He looked and sounded polite and young and totally and completely innocent.

She paused, her heart pounding. She dropped to her knees in front of the teenager and thrust her hand between his legs.

"Eric, this is wrong, but I can't help myself," she breathed as she yanked his zipper down.

"Aunt Millie!" he gasped.

She shoved her hand inside his fly and groped around for his prick. She brought his cock out and in a moment it was level with her face. She stared at it and licked her parched lips. Finally she gazed up and met Eric's astonished eyes.

"Eric, you mustn't ever tell anyone what we're about to do," she said. "Promise me, you'll never tell."

"Sure, Aunt Millie, but what're we gonna do?" His eyes were round and shining and he looked terrified.

"I won't hurt you," she giggled softly. "I'm going to make you feel very good, as a matter of fact. And I want to do it so badly! Don't deprive me of the pleasure."

"Jesus, Aunt Millie, go on and do whatever it is you want to do. I won't tell."

His eyes widened as she brought his crimson cockhead to her lips. He shifted forward on the edge of his chair and spread his legs wide apart. He smiled down at her.

Millie lost all will to deny the incestuous longings tearing her apart.

She gulped and opened her jaws wide. She worked her tongue over her lips and slowly moved closer to his prick. The boy clenched his fists at his sides and beads of perspiration erupted on his forehead. For a moment she hesitated. Then, with a tiny sigh, she leaned closer and took the tip of his prick into her mouth.

The boy leaned forward, his eyes still open wide and his lips parted. As he inched forward on his chair, his prick dipped into her mouth.

She closed her lips around his shaft and felt it twitch inside her mouth. She didn't move for a moment, but let her saliva gather and bathe his half-hard prick.

The boy clenched and unclenched his fists and his face flushed as his aunt sucked another inch of meat into her mouth. At one point he uncurled his fists and moved his hands over her head.

He caressed her black curls and hummed softly as he slid his ass back and forth on the chair. He moved his hands from her head to her face and stroked her bulging cheeks.

She sucked more of his dick into her mouth and moved her hands inside his jeans to search for his balls. When she found them, she squeezed the swelling eggs, and the teenager moved his hands from her cheeks to her neck and throat.

She trembled when he reached her tits. He covered her tits with his strong young hands and she felt her nipples stiffen against his palms.

She wanted him to move his hands inside her bra. She wanted to feel him on her bare flesh. But she didn't want to frighten him with demands. No, better to let him move at his own pace. This was obviously the first time a woman had ever sucked on his cock and she wanted to make it a memorable incident in his life.

Suddenly he grunted and gripped her head between his hands. He moved back and forth, fucking his stiffening prick in and out of the ring of her lips.

It grew bigger and Millie was startled to see the boy's expression change from pure innocence to almost-adult depravity. He pushed his dick all the way against her throat and held her face in an iron-grip.

With each inward plunge, she felt his prick against her tonsils. His balls slapped her chin and his cock-bush tickled her nose. She almost gagged when the swollen dome of his knob hit the back of her throat. The boy hissed and snorted, and she gasped and sputtered for breath.

"Don't choke me!" she managed to blurt out. "Be careful!"

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Aunt Millie!" he gasped, but he didn't release his hold on her head.

His cock was fully hard now and his nuts were filled with spunk. She held her arms around his thighs and felt the tight ropes of muscle throb inside his jeans.

She tasted his spunk on her tongue and worked her throat muscles around his cock-head on the instroke. She milked him and he groaned and she tried to let him know she wanted him to come in her mouth.

Now he whipped his dick in and out of her mouth with pile-driving thrusts. Her jaws ached, but she didn't mind. She loved the feeling of being brutalized by her nephew. His beardless face and innocent blue eyes were in marked contrast to his furious assault on her mouth.

"Gotta touch your tit," he muttered as he leaned over and forced his hand inside her tee-shirt.

She helped him by guiding his fingers inside the cup of her bra and then he was touching her naked tit and she felt her pussy convulse.

He seemed to sense what she wanted. Or maybe he was simply unable to control himself. But she knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would come in her mouth. In a moment his cock would explode and she would have a mouthful of her favorite beverage.

Still, when it happened, an alarm went off in her head.

Incest! she thought with a start when the first spurt of jism shot into her throat. I'm committing incest with a teenage boy!

She cradled his erupting nuts in one hand as his ass rose from the seat. Jet after jet of boy-milk splashed into her mouth and down her throat.

She kept her hand cupped under his balls and felt them diminish as he came. It took a long time and she gulped and swallowed and still managed at the end to hold some of his sweet-tasting spunk on the tongue.

He leaned back against his chair with his arms hanging down limply. He panted for breath and Millie pressed her cheek against his still-half-hard prick. She kept the last jet of jizz on her tongue and continued tasting its pungence and on an impulse she sucked his empty balls into her mouth.

"Oh, shit, Aunt Millie!" he groaned, lacing his fingers into her short curly hair.

She spit his balls out and sucked his limp cock back into her mouth. She greedily took it into her throat, all the while inhaling his teenage fragrance.

"Oh, darling, you're getting hard again!" she said. "Oh, my, what shall we do now?"

The boy grinned. "Jesus, I don't know, Aunt Millie. What do you want to do?"

"How about more of the same?" she giggled, gazing up into his eyes.

"Sure," Eric croaked.

She tongued his cockhead and licked up the drop of dew on his piss-slit.

"Just remember," she cooed. "It's our secret. No one must ever know."