Aunt into bondage
The first thought that occurred to Laura Swenson as she caressed the hot, throbbing cock in her hands was: do pricks grow after the age of eighteen?
Kneeling on her kitchen floor and still fully dressed, the tall brunette fondled Jimmy's huge prick with trembling fingers. Her lush breasts heaved with fierce excitement as she stroked the burning flesh of his rod. She gazed at the milky drop slowly oozing out of his knob. Quickly, her tongue darted out of her wet lips and she could fed the boy shudder as she licked it up. The taste was hot and salty in her cager mouth, rolling on her tongue like nectar.
"Oh, Jeez, Aunt Laura," Jimmy groaned, his prick hardening like a rock in her sucking mouth. "Oh, wow!"
His cock was beautiful, Laura thought. Long and thick, curving upward in an arc, as though begging to be licked and kissed. The alarm bell in the back of her mind warning her of danger on this placid summer morning could barely be heard above the wild singing of her blood.
The fact that this strikingly handsome eighteen year-old boy was her nephew only increased her trembling excitement. The juices in her hot, silken pussy flowed like an electric current as Laura lovingly wiled her wet tongue around his crimson knob. There was something deliciously guilty about blowing her nephew in her own kitchen when everyone else would be at church. She could just glimpse his blond curly pubic hairs in his unzipped fly, and while she sucked the very tip of his burning dick, one hand felt for his swollen testicles, squeezing gently to make him groan louder.
With an effort the passionate big-breasted brunette got control of herself. With a lingering suck of her thick lips, she pulled her mouth away from his prick. "Upstairs," she whispered anxiously, standing up. "Follow me, darling."
His prick straining anxiously from his fly, Laura led Jimmy up the stair by the hand, her swollen tits panting almost uncontrollably with excitement. Three years, she thought feverishly. Three years without sex!
In her bedroom, she unbuckled the blond boy's belt with urgent fingers and slid his pants down his narrow hips. She fumbled with his jockey shorts, tin on her knees, and the moment his balls came into view, she couldn't resist stroking each one with her hot tongue. Jimmy gasped with pleasure and tugging at her dress.
She knew precisely what Jimmy was seeing as she slipped off her cotton dress. Her creamy tits billowed out over her blue satin bra, overripe with three years of pent-up desire. Her panties were wet with her own burning juices as she rolled them down over her silken white thighs. For three years she'd ached for a hot thrilling prick rammed deep into her silken cunt, prayed and dreamed night after restless night, and now that the moment was here she knew he would come almost at once.