14 comments/ 252771 views/ 35 favorites Aunt Debbie's Weakness By: MisterReason This story is about Debbie, a 48 year old woman who had for several years taken care of her kid sister Diane's boy Billy for extended periods of time since Diane had been killed in an auto accident a few years ago. Billy was a very timid boy who had just graduated from high school and would be heading to college in the fall, and this would likely be the 18 year old's last long visit to her house. It would turn out to be the most fascinating of them all. ----------- Behind the blinds... Debbie Tower put the last clothes pin on the bedsheet and stood back as a gust of wind made the sheet billow toward her. Debbie wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, a reflection of a warm morning that promised to be the start of an even hotter day, and as she did her eyes traveled to the guest bedroom, where a raised slat in the blinds suddenly dropped back down. Billy. Her nephew certainly did like to keep an eye on her, Debbie thought as she went over to the picnic table to grab another sheet to hang on the line. Even though she had a perfectly good clothes dryer, there was nothing so fresh smelling as laundry hung outside to dry in the breeze, especially bedding. Realizing she needed more clothes pins, Debbie went back into the house for some more. While she was at it, Debbie figured she might as well look in at Billy, and maybe get him out of the house to enjoy the beautiful weather. He was such a meek and pale little guy, and always seemed to be studying. More to life than that, Debbie said to herself, as she headed down the hall to Billy's room. What you can see in a matter of seconds... Debbie would ponder that afterward - that matter of seconds from the time her hand turned the doorknob, and it seemed like so much longer in retrospect. Her hand turned the doorknob and the door swung open, and Debbie was about to say something to the effect of, "Why don't you come outside and get some fresh air, Billy?", when she saw him. They both said "OMIGOD!" a second later, but not before Debbie saw her nephew Billy at the window. His left hand was lifting a slat of the blinds, and Billy was peeking out - looking for something or someone. Billy still had his pajamas on, but the bottoms were down around his ankles. His little dimpled bottom was fully exposed, as were his skinny, almost hairless legs. It was what his right hand was doing that commanded Debbie's attention, and while she could not see what he was doing, by the way his hand was moving there was no doubt what Billy was doing. "Omigod!" they had both said simultaneously, and while Billy scrambled to pull up his pajamas, sending the blinds flying wildly as he did, Debbie blurted out an apology and closed the door behind her. Debbie fell back against the wall in the hallway as she struggled to keep from falling over from the shock of what she had seen. While Debbie never had children of her own, she was certainly aware that they had urges, just like she did. Debbie had not expected Billy to be so... obvious about it, just standing there in broad daylight. And why was he looking out the window? There was no doubt about the answer to that - Billy had been looking at her while he had been masturbating! Finally able to get to the kitchen, Debbie made herself another cup of coffee as she tried to sort things out in her mind, and it was almost an hour until she was able to go back outside to finish hanging up the laundry. This time, the blinds did not move, and the reason Debbie knew that was because she had one eye on Billy's window every minute. A afternoon spent alone... Debbie did not have lunch that day, and Billy stayed in his room save for one brief visit to the bathroom. Debbie made dinner at the usual time, and finally worked up the courage to go down to Billy's room to tell him that it was ready. Debbie knocked this time, something she realized she should have done earlier, but when she announced cheerfully that dinner was ready, Billy said that he wasn't hungry. After Debbie ate without much gusto, washing down a pork chop with a couple of glasses of wine, she went in to take a shower before turning in. The warm spray felt refreshing as Debbie stood and let it rinse off the day before reaching for the soap. Debbie's thoughts turned to Billy, as they had virtually all day. How embarrassed he must feel, having been caught like that. The fact that he had been watching her while he was doing it - the thought that had been so troubling to Debbie earlier had turned into something altogether different as the day went on. Something troubling. Even now as Debbie's mind wandered, she realized that her hands had been busy scrubbing between her legs for an awfully long time, giving her a warm feeling that made her feel ashamed of herself. How could an 18 year old boy find her still attractive? While she was certainly attractive enough for a woman of 48, her body had long since given away the fact that she was no teenager. Debbie's hands went to her breasts, soaping her large and still firm melons, and the fat pegs of her nipples came alive under her touch. How long had it been since a man had done this to her, Debbie thought before suddenly coming out of her daze and rinsing herself off. "Must be the wine," Debbie mumbled as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. A strange choice of clothing... Back in her bedroom, Debbie slipped on a nightie that she hadn't worn in years, a sleeveless frilly pink one that came down to her knees. Debbie was surprised that it still fit, although it was a trifle snug in the chest, and that made her nipples even more prominent. Heading down the hall to the kitchen, Debbie caught a look at herself in the mirror and was shocked. Not about how she looked, which she admitted to herself was pretty good, but the rather provocative attire she was wearing. A rather strange choice of clothing considering what had gone on here today, Debbie thought. What if Billy came out and saw her dressed like this? That thought also went through Debbie's mind as she poured the remains of the bottle of wine into her glass and downed it. This couldn't be allowed to fester in Billy's mind. That was the other thought that went through Debbie's mind as she headed down the hall toward Billy's room. She had to tell him that it was alright, and that she was wrong to have just walked in on him. It was my fault... "Billy, can I come in for a second?" Debbie asked through the door after knocking gently a couple times. "Yes Aunt Debbie," was the reply from Billy, in a quivering voice. The light was on beside Billy's bed, and he was under the sheet with a book beside him. Debbie put on a brave little smile as she walked over to the bed, and when she saw Billy's eyes widen as she came closer, it hit her just how inappropriate this nightgown was to wear. Debbie sat on the edge of the bed as Billy got up on his elbows, and Debbie wished she had put a robe on, because Billy's eyes were fixed on her chest. "I wasn't doing anything - just reading," Billy said, reaching up to brush her light brown hair from his eyes. "I know honey," Debbie said. "About today. I just wanted to apologize about coming in here like I did. It was very wrong." "I'm sorry too," Billy said. "Did you - see what I was doing?" "No, not really, but I have an idea," Debbie admitted. "I have to remember that you aren't a little boy any more. You're eighteen, and you're a man, and men have urges the same as women." "I couldn't help myself," Billy said, his face now a deep crimson. "Whenever I'm around you I always get - excited." "You do?" Debbie asked. "Why?" "You're so pretty, and you look a lot like Mom does - did," Billy corrected himself. "I do that a lot. What I was doing, I mean. Even when I'm not here and I'm at home. I think about you and I look at pictures of you." "I never had children, but I know it's a natural thing for boys to do," Debbie said. "I'm sure that you have a lot of girlfriends too, because you're such a handsome young boy." "Nobody wants to go out with a nurd. I mean, I had a girlfriend once, but she broke up with me," Billy said. "That's too bad, but there's plenty of other girls out there," Debbie assured him. "My friend Jeff said that I would have trouble finding girls because I'm so little," Billy said abruptly. "That's silly," Debbie said. "You must be what? 5'7" or so? That's not so small." "I don't mean that," Billy mumbled. "You know what I mean. You must have seen me this afternoon." "Oh," Debbie said softly, suddenly realizing exactly what Billy was referring to. "No, I didn't see your private parts," neglecting to add that in the darkest recesses of her mind she had imagined them. He can't even get his hand around his... "How does this Jeff know about this?" Debbie inquired. "He told me that Kimmie broke up with me because my dick was so small," Billy blurted out. "Did this Kimmie say that to you?" Debbie said. "Did you two have - relations?" "No, but one night she did - you know, to me." "What did she do honey?" "She - masturbated me." "But she didn't say anything bad to you, did she?" Debbie asked. "No, but she broke up with me after that, and Jeff said it was probably because I have a little one. I really liked Kimmie, because she's so cute and crazy. Other kids say that she likes girls too!" "What makes this Jeff such an expert?" Debbie asked. "He has lots of girlfriends because he plays football, and his - thing is so fat he can't even get his hand around it." "Is that what he tells you?" Debbie asked. "Sometimes boys can exaggerate, you know." "No, I saw it," Billy said. "One time we were hanging around with nothing to do and we decided to - you know, and I saw it." "Most girls don't care about things like that," Debbie said. "They just want to find a boy they like." "You mean that wouldn't matter to you if a guy had a little one? Did Uncle Ted have..." "No, your Uncle Ted was quite large," Debbie admitted, recalling her ex with disgust. "He also wasn't very nice either. He made me do very bad things, and when I refused he would hurt me." "Is that why we never see Uncle Ted anymore?" Billy asked innocently. A shiver ran down Debbie's spine as she nodded, remembering the times she was forced to subnit to other men - and women, while he eagerly watched from her side. "Good. I hate him," Billy said. "Anybody that would hurt you is a loser." Under the sheet... Debbie was trying not to look anywhere but Billy's eyes, but when she glanced down and saw the sheet tenting upward, Debbie felt her face flush. From embarrassment, she thought. Maybe. Billy saw where his Aunt Debbie's eyes went, and he blushed when their eyes met again. "I'm sorry," Billy said. "It's just that I've never seen you dressed like this, and I can't help myself. It's sort of like my imagination coming to life in front of me. You usually dress so conservatively that I had no idea how big your breasts really are." "This was wrong to come in here like this," Debbie said, and started to get up. "Please don't go!" Billy begged as he reached up and grabbed Debbie's wrist, and Debbie eased back down, although certainly not from the force of Billy's hold. "Aunt Debbie, I don't want to hate me, but I want to ask you a favor." "Billy, I could never hate you," Debbie answered. "I love you with all my heart and always will no matter what. You're like a son to me, and I would do anything for you." "Can I look at you while I - you know?" Billy looked at his Aunt Debbie with such sadness and longing that she didn't know what to do or say. She didn't say no when she saw Billy's hand slide under the sheet and work the way down his body. "Never saw you without a bra before, Aunt Debbie," Billy said. "Your breasts are even bigger than I had imagined. Your nipples look really big too." Debbie heard Billy talking but was hypnotized by the gentle movement of the sheet, as Billy had taken himself in hand and had begun stroking himself while he spoke. "42DD," Billy continued. "I've looked at your bras in the laundry hamper. That's really big. Whole lot bigger than Kimmie's." "Did - did you touch her breasts?" Debbie heard herself say. "Yes. They were little - sorta like tennis balls," Billy said. "Nothing like yours." "Girls... they're like boys," Debbie said softly. "All different sizes and shapes. Doesn't really matter." "When you took a shower, did you shave under your arms, Aunt Debbie?" Billy asked. "I think you do it every week - on Saturday usually, right?" "What?" Aunt Debbie replied. "How do you know that?" "I know everything about you," Billy said softly. "I like it when your armpits start to get really hairy by the end of the week, and I always wish you wouldn't shave them. Kinda like that singer Paula Cole." "No, I didn't," Debbie said while lifting her arm and peeking over at the unkempt thicket of burnt orange stubble that coated her armpit. "Uhhhh," Billy groaned, grimacing while squeezing his eyes shut to avoid looking any longer until he regained his composure, sweat pouring down his face in streams. "That's so sexy!" "Do you think so?" Debbie asked. "Yeah!" Billy grunted. "Can I look?" Debbie's voice said. "Watch while you do it to yourself?" "You wouldn't laugh at me, would you?" Billy said hopefully. Debbie shook her head and grabbed the sheet, pulling it slowly down Billy's slender torso. Down past his scrawny hairless chest, over his flat stomach with the little indented navel, and further down still. Debbie was feling light-headed when the sheet slid down to reveal Billy's pubic hair, a compact little tuft of brown fur, and suddenly there it was. Exposed and in full view, was Billy's penis. In a way Debbie was surprised at the size of Billy's organ, but that was likely because she had expected - goodness knows what. There was no doubt Billy was not very well developed; as his pale member stood up straight and hard before Debbie, she figured it to be 4 or 5 inches long at best, and very slender as well. A bead of semen oozed out of the acorn shaped crown of his pink-hued penis, and Debbie saw how incredibly taut the skin was on the underside of his tool, the skin straining mightily below the glans. "It's not so small," Debbie fibbed. "As a matter of fact, you have a very attractive penis." "Really?" Billy said. "Yes indeed," Debbie said, and she had to admit that was true. It was so pale and innocent looking that Debbie found it arousing despite herself. Years of looking at her ex-husbands mammoth tool; one she had groan to loathe even before it had ceased to function properly - her fault of course - and had been the reason why he claimed he finally left her, and made her jaded to the sight of the organ in general. "Touch me," Billy said - asked - begged, and when she did not make a move toward it, she felt Billy's hand take her wrist and bring it over to it. Warm was the first word Debbie thought of when her hand grasped Billy's penis. Almost hot to the touch, it had practically disappeared in her grasp, with only the tip of his crown visible to the eye. Billy was pulsating in her hand as she gingerly held his stem. "Billy - this is not right," Debbie said. "Please Aunt Debbie," Billy whimpered while trying to thrust his hips up and down. Debbie took her head off Billy's staff for a second, and then took the acorn crown of his dick between her thumb and index finger. Debbie slowly rubbed the tender underside with her finger, from the cleft at the bottom of the crown and over the sensitive glans, watching the stringy rope of semen trickle out as Bily moaned. Suddenly Billy let out an anguished cry, his face twisted in a grotesque look of horror. When Debbie looked back down at what she was holding, she was just in time to watch a thick milky jet of semen erupt out of his stem, landing across his smooth chest and stomach. Again and again the little tool spasmed, and his seed continued to erupt with every shudder, until Billy's orgasm finally ended, his dick becoming limp in Debbie's grasp. "Don't stop Aunt Debbie - please!" Billy begged as he held her hand on his dick, and Debbie obliged, continuing to pull on his flaccid tube for a minute. Billy had his hand on Debbie's bare thigh, running his hand over the smooth flesh, and as Debbie kept pulling on Billy's dick, she was startled to notice that Billy was becoming erect again. In another minute, his modest instrument was hard again, and Debbie looked at it in wide-eyed wonder. "Amazing," Debbie whispered to herself, feeling Billy's hand move up to softly stroke her breast through the nightgown. When Debbie looked up at Billy, his face was beet red and the veins were bulging in his neck. Billy took Debbie's free hand and lifted it, gesturing to her. "Like this?" Debbie asked, lifting her right hand up behind her head as Billy watched and nodded vigorously. Billy cried out, and his hot little poker jerked once again, spewing a few squirts of seed onto his belly. This orgasm was milder than the earlier one, and the amount of semen much less as well, but when Billy stopped cumming, his entire upper torso was now drenched with his seed. Debbie pulled her hand off Billy's flaccid dick and got up from the bed, silently going to the door and saying good night to Billy before closing the door behind her. In a daze Debbie walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, holding her semen-drenched hand under the flow as she tried to stop her heart from racing. What had she done to her precious little Billy? More importantly, what other thoughts had been going through her mind? Back to the kitchen and the wine... Debbie sat alone at her kitchen table, the room illuminated only by a night light, and slowly swirled the glass of wine she cradled in her hand. The wine. That was the reason everything had just happened. She was drunk. Debbie felt reassured at that thought, even though it was far from the truth. She had a little buzz on, but it was not the reason for what she had just done to her nephew. Debbie's other hand was idly rubbing between her legs, raking the damp bush as she thought back to what had just happened. It was very wrong, but Debbie could not help herself. The way Billy looked at her with such lust in his eyes excited her so much. Watching him cum just from looking at her - not just once but twice in such a short period of time. Seeing the incredible amount of seed that Billy's penis spewed all over the place almost made Debbie cum herself. What was it they say about not judging a book by the cover? It would have taken her ex-husband half the night to get it up twice. Billy was so virile - so sexually charged, that it didn't really matter how big it was. Besides, Debbie recalled, it wasn't all that small. What would it have felt like in her mouth? In her cunt? The sound of a door creaking woke Debbie out of her fantasy, and she pulled her hand out from between her legs when she heard Billy's footsteps approach the kitchen. Her back was to Billy when she hear him approach her, and Debbie felt Billy's hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her. "Can't sleep Billy?" Debbie asked without turning around. "No." "Look Billy," Debbie said as her voice cracked. "What I just did was very wrong. I've been drinking too much wine today, and I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." "I'm not sorry," Billy answered. "That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me." "Still, I'm very ashamed of myself," Debbie said. "I just hope you forgive me, and please don't tell your father." "I would never tell Dad, or anybody else," Billy said. "I love you, Aunt Debbie." Aunt Debbie's Weakness Debbie smiled and looked back over her shoulder at Billy. It was at that moment that she realized that Billy was naked. His erection was back in full bloom as well, just a foot away from her head. "Billy..." "I want to do things with you Aunt Debbie." "No Billy! It's just not right." "Why? Because my dick is little?" "Of course not!" Debbie exclaimed. "I'm your aunt! What if your mother was watching us from heaven?" "You don't believe that nonsense any more than I do, Aunt Debbie," Billy said. "I'm not a little kid anymore." Debbie's eyes were drawn to the sight of Billy's erection, springing and swaying in front of her face. "No - you aren't," Debbie said softly. "Teach me things," Billy said. "I don't know how to do anything, and I want to make you happy too." As if she was detached from her own body, Debbie was helpless to stop her hand from reaching over between Billy's legs and taking his hairless scrotum in her hand. She rolled the cherry tomato-sized balls in her palm, as Billy groaned and spread his legs apart to allow her better access. She squeezed the long wrinkled sack, twisting and kneading roughly while Billy squirmed, his body shaking and convulsing before her. "Does this feel good honey?" Debbie asked. "Yes!" Billy grunted. "Try not to orgasm right away, honey." "Trying," Billy muttered, his face contorted and his eyes screwed tightly shut. "Do you like your balls played with Billy?" Debbie asked, watching a bead of cum ooze out of the puckered opening of Billy's tool, which was now beet red and hard. "Yes," Billy grunted. "Feel like - gonna cum." "It's okay honey," Bebbie said. With that, Debbie knelt before Billy and enveloped his dick with her mouth, her lips slding effortlessly down the taut shaft until her nose was buried in his tuft of pubic hair. Sort of like sucking a thumb, Debbie thought as the soft downy hair caressed her cheeks. Debbie bobbed her head up and down the length of Billy's dick a couple of times before he screamed out. Billy's knees buckled for a moment when he began to cum, his hands grabbing Debbie's head tightly while she held on to his ass cheeks for dear life as he erupted in her mouth. Billy's cock spasmed again and again as he coated the roof of Debbie's mouth with his seed, and Debbie swallowed it as fast as she could to keep from gagging. After what seemed like dozens of spurts later, Billy's cock finally stopped twitching and became limp. Billy helped Debbie as she rose unsteadily to her feet, her head spinning from the wine and the excitement. Billy put his arms around Debbie and kissed her with all his might, not seeming to mind that her mouth was dripping with his spunk. "I have to go to bed honey," Debbie said, and walked erratically toward the hallway, with Billy by her side. The walk was part act, and part goodness knows what, but Debbie had gotten her composure back when they reached the end of the hall, where their bedroom doors were located on either side. "Goodnight Billy," Debbie said as she opened her door. Just want to lay down with you for a moment... Debbie entered her bedroom and started to close the door behind herself, but Billy stopped it with his hand and slipped in with Debbie. "Billy..." "I just want to lay down with you for a moment," Billy said as he led Debbie over to the bed. "I promise not to bother you." Against Debbie's better judgement she allowed Billy to crawl under the sheet with her. In the faint moonlight that crept in through the drapes, she could barely make out Billy's shape as he lay on her hip beside her. Debbie was on her back, her heart beating rapidly, as she tried to figure out what Billy had in mind. "Do you ever sleep in the nude?" Billy asked, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder. "Sometimes, I guess," Debbie said. "Only when it gets really hot." "Wish it was hot tonight," Billy said, kissing her shoulder again. "Gee Aunt Debbie, your skin is so soft. You smell so nice too." "Billy..." "Sorry Aunt Debbie. Uh - remember that time a couple of years ago when you came down to babysit me and stayed overnight?" "Yes, I did that several times." "I mean the one time when you stayed overnight, and after you went to bed my Dad came to your room," Billy said. "How... what...?" "I was awake when I heard him go down the hall, Billy explained in an increasingly excited voice. "There's a closet in my room that you can see a little bit through into that room. I went to the hole in that wall." "Oh no," Debbie said. "I couldn't see much, mostly because it was dark," Billy said. "But I could hear pretty well, and I knew what you were doing." "Billy, I'm so sorry," Debbie said sobbing. "Your father was in such pain from losing your mom, and I was still trying to get over my husband leaving me. We were both very lonely and it was a very weak moment for both of us, and we never did it again." "Don't be sorry," Billy said as he kissed the tear running down the side of Debbie's face. "Wasn't it any good?" "It was very good," Debbie choked, thinking of the way Billy's father had made love to her that night. Debbie recalled the passion and the wonderful way he had brought her to orgasm time and time again. She remembered the savage way they came together, as he touched and caressed her in ways she had rarely experienced. She recalled the shame she had felt afterward, as well as the realization that she was so jealous that her sister had been blessed with such a wonderful man to make love with. Debbie also knew that if Billy's dad had ever come knocking on her door after that, he would have been more than welcome. Debbie had pretty much made that clear to him, but apparently the guilt that accompanied it was too much for both of them. "Will you make love to me, Aunt Debbie?" "Billy, we can't," Debbie snapped, rolling over onto her side away from Billy. Debbie pretended to fall asleep, and Billy cuddled up to her in the spoon position, kissing her neck and shoulders for aa brief time without a response from her. Debbie watched the numbers change on the digital clock as almost a half hour went by, and began to actually drift off to sleep for a second before she woke up. Debbie could feel Billy's stiff dick nestled against the crack of her butt, which had somehow become exposed, and she could feel Billy slowly grinding the underside of his staff against her. His breathing grew heavier despite his attempts at being quiet, and he soon let out a gasp, which was followed by his warm seed squirting onto Debbie's back and bottom. Debbie lay there frozen, not knowing what to say or do, while Billy tried to gently wipe the spunk off of her with the sheet. Finally, he rolled off of the bed and out of the room quietly, leaving Debbie shaken as well as unquestionably stirred. I'd like you to watch a movie with me... Debbie awoke bright and early the next morning, and after taking a quick shower hurried out of the house. She could not face Billy - not after last night. How could she? Even after brushing her teeth several times, she could still taste the musky flavor of Billy's seed in her mouth. So Debbie spent the day shopping, fully hoping that she could manage to stay out all day and not have to face Billy. Around mid-day Debbie began to realize that there was no way she could walk around stores all day, as she was running out of energy and money fast. Reluctantly Debbie headed home, and Billy greeted her at the door when she arrived, helping her carry in all of her packages. "I was beginning to worry about you," Billy said as he set the bags on the table. "Oh, I had a lot of shopping to do," Debbie said as she began to put things away in the cabinets. Billy was wearing only the briefest of shorts, and Debbie couldn't help but notice the outline of his penis in the tight garment. Billy had never dressed like that before around the house, and Debbie knew that it was because of last night. Debbie made dinner for them, and she was grateful that Billy had at least put a shirt on, although he kept the shorts on. What was worse was that Billy had caught her looking at him a couple of times, and the grin that came over his face made Debbie blush. Billy helped Debbie with the dishes, and even though Billy brushed up against her a number of times, things seemed to be getting a little more under control. "Would you like to watch a movie tonight?" Billy asked as they finished up in the kitchen. "Oh, that would be a nice idea Billy," Debbie agreed. "Is there anything good on?" "I have a couple of movies on tape that we can watch," Billy said. "Family type movies." "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Debbie said. "I'll make some popcorn." Debbie threw a package of popcorn into the microwave and went to her bedroom to change her clothes. Trying not be provacative, Debbie put on a modest pair of pajamas and just to be safe, put a lightweight robe on over it. Debbie got the popcorn and went into the living room and sat on the couch and waited for Billy, who soon emerged from his room with a VHS tape. He had changed out of those horrible shorts and was wearing pajama bottoms, but no top. "What's this movie about?" Debbie asked Billy put the tape into the VCR. "It's about a very loving family, and I've always found it very inspiring to watch," Billy said, and came over and sat next to Debbie on the couch with the remote in his hand. "I had it made from a copy that my friend Jeff had, so the quality isn't really great." "Oh, I'm sure it will be fine." "I was kinda hoping you would be wearing the nightgown you wore last night," Billy remarked. "You looked so beautiful in that." "Uh - here Billy. Have some popcorn." Billy grabbed a handful of popcorn and hit the play button on the remote. "Hope you like this Aunt Debbie." After a brief hesitation, the tape started. The movie was called "Taboo", and within a minute Debbie realized what kind of a movie this was. "Billy, this isn't a family movie, this is pornography!" "Actually, it's both," Billy said as he put his hand on Debbie's thigh. "Look at the size of that woman's tits, Aunt Debbie. She's the mom of the family. I'll bet your tits are as big as hers, aren't they?" "No - I mean this is horrible. I can't watch this movie with you!" "Sure you can. Here's her son, Aunt Debbie. Wait until you see how big his dick is!" "Billy, why are you doing this?" Debbie asked, unable or unwilling to take her eyes off the screen, as the young man in question pulled out his enormous manhood and began waving it around in the general direction of the girl that was supposed to be his sister. "Because you're enjoying it," Billy said calmly. "I don't know how you can say that!" "Because you're still here, and you're still watching," Billy said. "And judging by the expression on your face you're getting excited watching it. I know I'm excited. See?" Debbie looked over at Billy, and he had his pajamas down around his knees. His ever-present erection was sticking straight up in the air, with a tiny bead of semen oozing out of the tip of the crown. "Betcha if my dick was as big as that guy's you'd be all over it," Billy said. "That has nothing to do with it," Debbie said. "What went on last night was so very wrong and I'm ashamed that I let it happen." "I need you," Billy said. "I need you to teach me things." "Billy..." "It was so different when I came last night," Billy said. "It felt so much better. It was so intense. Remember when you sucked my dick last night Aunt Debbie?" "Please don't..." Billy reached over and put his hand around Debbie's neck and pulled her down towards his crotch. "Please... you know what I want," Billy said as he brought Debbie's head lower and lower, with a degree of force so slight that she could have broken away from him at any time. I think we've watched enough movie... Debbie's lips were sliding down the slender shaft of Billy's penis once again, just as he had hoped they would. Debbie's hand was fondling his soft, hairless scrotum again as her mouth slid up and down the stiff tool, exactly the way Billy had imagined it. Debbie had known this would happen too, even if she would not admit it, even to herself. Billy's hand ran through her hair as she sucked his penis, her tongue licking along the underside and teasing the tender opening of the glans. Debbie had realized it the night before, and just like it had been with her ex-husband, it was with Billy. Whatever someone wanted her to do, she did. Before she was married, if the boys wanted her do something, she blindly obeyed. It didn't matter if they asked or ordered. She could never say no. Now Billy was moaning, as Debbie felt his body tense up briefly before he began ejaculating powerfully into her mouth, and she eagerly gulped it down as fast as Billy could shoot it into her. Debbie continued sucking on Billy's stem until it had gone totally limp, and at that point Billy gently pulled her head off of him. "I think we've watched enough movie, don't you think Aunt Debbie?" We're going to need more room... Debbie found herself being led down the hallway by Billy as if she was hypnotized, and had no will of her own. She started to walk into Billy's room but Billy directed her into her own room instead. "We're going to need more room, Aunt Debbie," Billy said. "You have a nice big bed, and it smells so nice even when you aren't in it." Billy brought her over the the bed where he turned on the lamp to its low setting. His pajama bottoms abandoned back in the living room, Billy was naked, and his slender body looked so innocent now with his penis soft and wiggling beneath the little tuft of brown hair, but Debbie knew that this look would not last long. "What - do you want me to do?" Debbie asked as Billy came up to her. They were almost the same height, which made it easy for Billy when he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her. Debbie found herself returning the kiss, and when Billy's tongue forced itself into her mouth, she not only accepted it, but used her own tongue to duel with it. "Ohhhh Aunt Debbie," Billy moaned, and already Debbie could feel Billy's dick getting hard against her body. Billy took Debbie's hand and brought it down to his upstanding stalk, and groaned as Debbie clenched it in her hand. "How do you...?" "Get hard again so fast?" Billy said in finishing Debbie's question. "I dunno. I thought every guy could do that but I guess they can't. Maybe it's nature's way of giving me something in exchange for having to live with this puny dick of mine." "Billy, it's not..." "It's alright Aunt Debbie," Billy interrupted. "I know it's little, but I just need to know whether it's big enough to, you know, satisfy a woman." "I'm sure it is." "I need to know," Billy said. "I made sure that I saved up my energy today so that I would be ready for this. Want to know what I did today?" "Yes." "Well, when you left the house this morning I came in here and crawled into your bed. It was still a little warm and so I took your nightie that you wore last night and smelled it while I humped the mattress where you lay. I smelled the nightie while I came; the combination of your deodorant and your body's scent was so erotic under the arms of the nightie, and the whole thing had that slight scent of that lotion you wear. What is it? Olay?" "Yes." "I get hard whenever I smell that. Later, around noon I took out one of your photo albums. You know, the one with Uncle Ted and you in Florida? There's a couple of really nice pictures of you in your bathing suit. Your tits weren't as big back then but they were still great. I took a pair of your panties out of the hamper and smelled them while I jacked myself off, and then right before I came, I covered my dick with them to catch my cum. I do that a lot with your panties. Did you know that?" Debbie shook her head as Billy stepped back from her and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving her alone and shaking by the bedside. "Only jerked off those two times all day, and that's a new record for me when I'm staying here," Billy announced. "Usually it's more like 8 or 9 times." "Take off your robe for me Aunt Debbie," Billy asked politely, and Debbie noticed that Billy seemed shocked when she complied right away. "Unbutton the tops of your pajamas now - slowly please Aunt Debbie. Real slow." Billy was leaning forward on the edge of the bed so far he looked as if he could fall on his face any second, as Debbie unbuttoned the top button and moved down to the next one. "Slowly please - omigod I love those freckles around your collarbone," Billy said as he squirmed uncontrollably. "Love the tan on your neck and arms. Skin - so pale everywhere else. Slower - oh geez look at your cleavage. That's incredible!" Debbie looked down at herself as she neared the last button, trying to keep the top as closed as possible as she undid the buttons. She saw that Billy's face was beet red now, and a shiver ran down Debbie's spine as she perversely enjoyed the profound effect she was having on another person. It had been so long - so very long. "Open it up Aunt Debbie - your top - please," Billy whimpered, now standing up and moving nervously from side to side, his dick springing around as he did. "Would... you like to?" Debbie asked, and Billy nodded as he walked over to her, raising his trembling hands to the fabric as he breathed like a locomotive before her. "Geez - waited my whole life for this and now I'm scared." "It's okay baby," Debbie said softly. "I'm scared too." Billy looked surprised at hearing that, and smiled a little as he parted the pajamas and slid them apart. Billy made a choking sound, his breath catching in his throat as the top fell harmlessly off Debbie's shoulders, exposing Debbie's heaving bosom. Debbie watched Billy visibly shaking hands come up toward her breasts, his eyes asking permission to touch them, but Debbie said nothing and stood frozen with her arms by her sides. Debbie gasped as Billy's fingers first made contact with her thick crimson nipples, which were already as stiff as they would ever be. He lightly ran her fingers around the huge pebbled aureolas that capped her breasts before gently cupping and hefting them slightly. "God - they're so beautiful - and big," Billy said, his voice cracking. "They feel so incredible too. Does this feel okay to you Aunt Debbie?" Debbie nodded, her eyes screwed shut as she felt her nephew kneading her breasts, and despite her shame she found the affection and adoration thrilling. Billy continued to squeeze her bell-shaped jugs while Debbie's heart began to race, and Billy leaned over and kissed the top of her moist cleavage. Continuing to meet no resistance, Billy brought both hands over to Debbie's left breast and hefted it while bringing his mouth down to the fat, stubby nipple. Billy eagerly sucked on the peg while glancing up frequently at his aunt, almost expecting her to tell him to stop. Not a word came from her; not a sound except for a muted whimpering in response to Billy's suckling. Billy moved over to the right breast and gave that one a similar treatment, this time rubbing himself lightly against his Aunt Debbie. Not too hard, for he knew that he would surely cum if he did. "Can I - see all of you?" Billy asked, and stepped back from her, and Debbie obidiently reached for the the elastic of her pajama bottom and gave them the tig that they needed to send them to the floor, where she stepped out of them and stood naked before her nephew. I knew it... Billy stared with his mouth wide open as his Aunt Debbie took her bottoms off and stood naked before him. The feeling inside of him was boiling over, and Billy bit down on his lower lip as he averted his eyes. Aunt Debbie's Weakness "What's wrong?" Debbie asked as she looked at the expression on Billy's face, which was beet red and tortured as he looked down to the ground, holding his privates in a savage grip. "Can't look... gonna cum..." Billy grunted. "It's all right honey," Debbie said quietly. "It's okay." Billy looked up and released himself from that death grip and stood there with his erection springing up and down wildly, as his eyes fixated on the area between Debbie's legs. "I knew it - knew that - Arrrrggghhh!" Billy moaned, and Debbie watched as, standing about five feet away from her with his hands at his sides, Billy's body shivered. Billy's penis sprang up, and a wild jet of seed spurted out of him, landing on Debbie's calves and feet. Several more spurts followed as Billy moaned gutturally, falling harmlessly on the carpet between them, before finally coming to an end. "Sorry," Billy said as he looked down at the mess he had just created. "It's okay honey," Debbie said, her eyes following the long, stringy rope of semen that hung from the tip of Billy's now-flaccid tool, almost reaching down to his knees before wearily falling off. Billy walked slowly over to her, and Debbie opened her arms and they embraced. Billy's felt his dick against the coarse hair of Aunt Debbie's pussy, and already felt some vague stirrings in his loins. "Oh Aunt Debbie, you're even more beautiful that I had imagined," Billy whispered uinto her ear as they hugged. "I always knew you must have a hairy pussy - because you have a lot of hair under your arms. If you didn't shave them, I mean." Debbie took her arm from around Billy and lifted it, putting her hand behind her head as Billy leaned his head back. "Omigod - you didn't shave!" Billy said as he stood inches away from the heavily thatched armpit that he had fantasized about. "How come?" "For you honey," Debbie said. "You said that..." Billy was already leaning forward, kissing the perfumed hollow, letting his tongue caress the soft moist fur. "Omigod, you smell so good - even taste sweet," Billy groaned between kisses. Debbie drew in a deep breath as Billy's tongue glided along her sensitive underarms, and as he did she could feel Billy's dick doing the same thing between her legs. "Don't believe it," Debbie gasped. "You're hard again already!" "So sexy..." Billy grunted. "Make love to me Billy," Debbie said, and led him over to the bed. Billy's eye were a wide as saucers as his Aunt Debbie led him over to the bed, pulling him on top of her. Billy had his dick in his hand, fumbling around through the thick bush for the opening, and despite the fact that she was dripping wet Billy was struggling. "Here honey," Debbie whispered as she reached down and took his stem in her hand and guided the crown between the lips of her womanhood. Billy's dick slid in effortlessly, and the look on his face as his cock when in to the hilt was that of wonder, and he began thrusting himself in and out of Debbie wildly. Billy didn't last long; probably less than a minute, but it was enough for his Aunt Debbie, who was on the verge of orgasm as soon as he slid inside of her. Her pussy clamping savagely around his dick as she came most likely sent Billy over the edge at the same time, and Debbie screamed as she felt his dick twitch inside of her while releasing a torrent of his hot cum. I've never had such an amazing man before... Billy hung over Debbie, sweat dripping off of him, as he seemed to be waiting for Debbie to say something. "Was it..." "It was wonderful Billy," Debbie said, and Billy's face lit up with excitement. "You mean you weren't pretending to like it?" Billy asked, and when debbie shook her head he fell on her, hugging and kissing her crazily. "You were incredible honey," Debbie said. "I told you that you would be plenty man enough for any girl." Billy sobbed on Debbie's shoulder for a few minutes, and Debbie rubbed his back and neck as he let out the emotion that had been stored inside of him all his life. All the insecurity and shame vanishing almost immediately as they held each other. When Billy regained his compusure, he got back up on his hands and began kissing his way down Debbie's body. Around her neck, and down through her cleavage Billy lavished his affection, and continuing past her navel and into the jungle of coarse auburn hair that surrounded her pussy. Billy slid his hands under Debbie's thighs, and she felt Billy's mouth licking along her opening before dipping into the wet pussy with his tongue. Billy's mouth was eager but inexperienced, but when Debbie reached down with her hands and guided him, she began moaning and clutching the sheets. Debbie looked down between her legs and saw Billy's eyes peeking through her bush as he lapped excitedly around her clit. Debbie's breathing became rapid, and her heart began pounding as Billy brought her close to cumming, and Debbie was shocked when Billy stopped. Billy was climbing up between her thighs, his dick hard again, and this time Billy needed no guidance, thrusting his tool right into Debbie. Billy bucked into Debbie savagely and fast, the rapid slapping sounds echoing in Debbie's eyes as he fucked her hard. Debbie came again, this time even more wildly than the first one, and Debbie was limp from exhaustion when Billy finally erupted into her a few minutes later. Honey, I'm so sore... Debbie felt Billy's mouth on her nipple, sucking and licking the stub while his fingers slid through her pussy hair. She could feel Billy's dick against her thigh, hard as usual, and knew that Billy wanted more. "Honey, I can't," Debbie said as she looked over at the clock, which read 2:46 a.m.. "How come?" Billy asked. "Billy, my pussy is very sore," Debbie said in total honesty. "I'm just not used to this kind of thing." Debbie could see the disappointment on Billy's face even in the dim light, but it was true. Debbie had no idea how many times Billy had made love to her over the last six hours, but even Billy's modest organ had made her sore after the fifth or sixth time. "Maybe we can do other things," Billy said hopefully. "But honey, we have," Debbie said, remembering that Billy had put his dick between her breasts and had Debbie squeeze her breasts together around his dick. He had enjoyed that a lot, and even though Debbie could not see his dick, which was somewhere in her cavernous cleavage, her neck and face wore evidence of Billy's pleasure afterward. She had also taken him orally again after that, and she had hoped that he would fall asleep after that, but he was awake again, and obviously ready as usual. "There's other stuff we can do," Billy said, his finger massaging her clit which could offer no response at this point. "Billy, you're insatiable," Debbie said. "You're the most virile man I've ever met, or even heard of. You're cock is always so hard, and you make me feel so good, but my pussy is so sore." "One more time," Billy asked - no, rather told his Aunt Debbie, as he rolled her over onto her stomach, poking his finger between her ass cheeks. "Billy... please, not there!" Debbie whimpered, and then cried out as she felt Billy's index finger penerate her anus. "Omigod that feels so hot and tight," Billy said as he climbed behind her. "Get on all fours Aunt Debbie, so I can play with your tits while I fuck you in the ass." "Please don't hurt me Billy," Debbie pleaded as she dutifully got up on her hands and knees and felt the tip of Billy's dick rubbing around her exposed anal ring. "Use some lot..." Billy forced his dick into Aunt Debbie's ass with any lubrication, and even though his dick was slender it still hurt Debbie as Billy forced it into her. "Aw man!" Billy yelled as his dick went in down to his nuts. "So hot in there... so tight!" Billy grabbed onto Debbie's hips and began to hump her slowly, grinding himself into her as he reached under and grabbed her pendelous tits which swayed with their movements. Billy felt Debbie begin to push back into him with each thrust despite her crying out and begging him to stop, and combined with the tightness of her ass, brought him to a climax after a few minutes. Billy enjoyed listening to Debbie's grunts as his cock spurted his load into her bowels, and as she collapsed he felt down upon her, done for now. I'm glad you're back... I've missed you. Debbie heard the car pull up in the driveway and heard the car doors slam. Debbie stood up and took off her nightgown, hanging it in the closet and stood there naked by her bedside, just as he had told her to do. The front door opened and Debbie listened as the footsteps grew closer and closer to the door. Finally, the door opened, and Debbie smiled as she saw the two figures in the doorway. The gasp came out of the young woman beside Billy, who had been told what to expect, but was still not prepared for what she saw. "She'll be naked waiting for me when I get there," Billy had told Kimmie as he drove them to his Aunt Debbie's house. "She does anything I want her to do, and all I have to do is tell her what I want. She says I'm the greatest lover she ever had!" "What a bullshitter you are Billy!" Kimmie had scoffed in the car, taking Billy up on his offer to prove everything he had told her. Kimmie knew that Billy was desperate to get in her pants, and would do or say anything in his quest, but figured whatever Billy had planned would be worth a laugh or something. Now Kimmie watched in amazement as Debbie stood with her breasts in her hands, squeezing and kneading her massive mammaries as Billy came toward her and gestured downward, and Debbie willingly sank to her knees before him, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "I've missed you so much this afternoon," Debbie said as she grabbed his hard dick and gave it a pull. "I know what you must need by now." Debbie leaned forward and slid her mouth down the length of Billy's dick and moved her lip up and down the length of it while Kimmie stood there stunned, watching this voluptuous woman sucking Billy's cock. Billy came rather quickly by choice, having gained the experience necessary over the summer to give himself a measure of self-control when needed, and he ran his hands through his Aunt Debbie's hair as he ejaculated into her waiting mouth. Debbie kept going down on him until he had become limp in her mouth, before getting up and smiling at the cute girl Billy had brought to her home. The girl's eyes were glued on her breasts as Debbie rose, and when their eyes finally met, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "This is my, er... friend Debbie," Billy said. "Isn't she something else?" "You must be Kimmie," Debbie said as she took a step toward the girl, who was now leaning against the wall. "Hope you don't mind sharing your man with me. Billy tells me you like girls too." Debbie's tongue reached over to the corner of her mouth and captured a little trickle of Billy's seed which had found its way out, before reaching out to Kimmie. Debbie took the terrified 18 year old's face in her hands and kissed her hard, slipping her tongue into Kimmie's mouth so she could share Billy's gift with her. "Mmmm... nice," Debbie said as she felt Kimmie relax, and she slid her hand up under Kimmie's blouse, finding and cupping her perky breast. "Room for one more?" Billy asked, coming beside Kimmie and kissing her neck while he reached under to grab Kimmie's other tit. "Always room for a good man," Debbie said with a wink, as they began to undress Kimmie while leading her to the bed. "Especially one like you." ******************* Thanks for reading, and as always I welcome your comments.