chapter 10

Lillian awoke, a delicious feeling permeating her entire body. Her Paul, her wonderful, loving, sexy Paul, was lying beside her. She glanced at the clock — barely an hour had passed since their love-making. She melted against him, her lips searching for his.

"Hi," she said.

Paul reveled in the sensations of his aunt's soft lips on his and her heavy breasts against his chest. Could there ever be a better way of waking up?

Paul leaned over her and their mouths opened together seamlessly into a deep kiss. As they did, Paul moved his hand down along her belly, searching for and finding her golden curls. He slid his forefinger between her labia, relishing the feel of the extra lubrication from his recently deposited semen. His finger found her clitoris, feeling it swell and harden as he moved over it. He moved his hand down and slid two fingers into her, massaging the sensitive zone of he upper vulval wall. She arched her back in pleasure, giving him room. He reached down further and slid his thumb into her. As he did, his middle finger made contact with her rear cleft, still also slippery with his semen.

Lillian froze at the incursion on her taboo entrance, her buttocks clenching. She wanted to tell him no, to reach down and pull his hand away. His thumb still in her vulva, he ran his finger slowly over her lubricated anal opening. Lillian gasped at the contact, cringing in embarrassment at the sparks of illicit pleasure Paul's finger was sending through her.

She had to stop him! But then Paul slid his thumb out of her and moved it up between her labia to find her clitoris again. Lillian moaned and arched her hips as he found and circled her fully erect bud. Then his middle finger was moving against her anus again, with slightly more pressure. His thumb moved back into her vulva and then out again and back to her clitoris and as he moved his hand up, suddenly, almost naturally, the tip of his finger slid into her lubricated anus.

Lillian almost jumped out of her skin. He was in there! His finger was in there! Then she felt a sudden rush of unwelcome pleasure as his finger slid deeper into her tight passage. God, this was so wrong, she admonished her traitorous body. This cannot feel good! His thumb was on her hardened nub again and the combination of sensations from the hyper-sensitive nerves of her anus and clitoris elicited an involuntary moan pleasure.

Encouraged, Paul slowly pulled his finger out and then slid it back into her ass, simultaneously circling her engorged clitoris. Keeping his finger in her tight anus, he alternated between sliding his thumb into her pussy and using it to manipulate her swollen bud. Lillian's back was now permanently arched, her buttocks clenched together at the intense sensations from Paul's dual ministrations. She groaned as she felt Paul now brazenly fucking her forbidden opening with his finger, rubbing her clitoris harder now while repeatedly sliding in and out of her slickened entrance.

Suddenly, Lillian felt a cataclysmic burst from somewhere between her anus and her vagina.

"UNnnnnnggghhhhhh," she groaned as the climax exploded throughout her body. Paul could feel her anus rhythmically contracting around his invading finger as she came. He continued to slide his thumb against her clitoris until he felt the last, lingering contraction.

"Oh, God, oh God," Lillian blurted out, in disbelief. Her orgasm had been triggered by sensations she had never before experienced - intense, wonderful, forbidden sensations that had emanated from the hitherto unexplored interior of her most private erogenous zone. It was deeply wrong. And it had felt fabulous!

Paul lay next to his aunt, hearing her breathing slowly return to normal after her spectacular climax. He wanted to roll over, mount her and drive into her until his own urgent need was met. But there was something bothering him, and he had to get it off his chest. Lillian had been completely open with him, had revealed his lover's betrayal while seeking to protect him. He needed to respond in kind but was unsure if this was the right time. He hesitated, and then made up his mind.

Now was as good a time as any.

"Uh, Aunt Lillian?" he began. "I need to tell you something."

Lillian looked at him.

"Of course, honey," she said, feeling slight trepidation.

"Um, well, that first night, the night you arrived, when Jennifer and I went into town ... we, uh, we came back early."

Lillian stared at him. That was the night, she and Art had had that fabulous sex ... on the couch.

"And we ... we accidentally saw you through the window..."

Oh, God, they saw us having sex!! Lillian thought, flushing with embarrassment as she recalled their lewd, uninhibited coupling.

But it was their fault – they'd been brazenly having sex in the middle of the living room with the window open.

"It's ok, honey. I'm sorry you saw that. I'm very embarrassed. But I understand. You couldn't help seeing it. It's ok," she reassured him.

"Uh, well it's not just that or, yes, but also ... We didn't just see..."

Lillian's eyes widened again. What else had happened?

"We ... watched ... and" he said, trailing off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

"You watched? You and Jennifer watched ... the whole ... all of it?" she said, her face flushing again at the memory of her uninhibited cries as she came.

"And we, well we also did it," he stammered.

"You did it? You mean, you also..." she started, disbelievingly.

"We had sex, out there, while we were ... uh, watching you."

Paul's face was flushed with shame. Lillian stared at him, hardly able to believe what he had just said. He and Jennifer had had sex? While watching them? Or was it something else? Had Jennifer knelt and sucked him ... or done him with her hand?

"You had sex. You...," she stammered, searching for the right question. She needed to know.

"We did what you were doing," he finished, his voice still tremulous.

"You must have been ... turned on, from seeing us?"

"Yes, and Jennifer was ... she wanted to, and was rubbing against me and touching me, and then she got in front of me and..."

Lillian could imagine the scene – Paul gaping wide-eyed at his aunt and uncle while Jennifer, slutty bitch that she was, turned him on even more, pressing her big breasts against him, running her hand along his stiffening shaft, unzipping him and then presenting her naked rear end to him.

"You watched while you ... did it?"

"Yes – we did the same ... as you. I'm sorry. It was wrong. We were ... we weren't in our right minds."

As she thought about it, Lillian was suddenly aware of a warm glow between her legs, a stiffening of her nipples. She was getting aroused by what she was hearing and the visions it was bringing. God, they were watching us the whole time. And so turned on, they started having sex as well. Her nipples were now fully hardened, her clitoris swelling.

She glanced down and realized she wasn't the only one getting aroused on by the conversation. Paul's cock was hugely erect, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. She suddenly wanted it inside her again.

As if seized by an irresistible impulse, she swung her legs off the bed and walked over to the window.

Slowly, she bent forward, leaning against the windowsill. She looked back at him.

"She was like this?" she asked, throatily, arching her back and lifting her sex to his gaze.

Paul stared glassy-eyed at his aunt's opulent, white-sheened buttocks, the coral labia clearly visible beneath them.

"Yyes," he intoned.

"And you were behind her?" she asked, in the same sultry voice. Paul could see her milk-white breasts swaying as she twisted slightly.

"I ... I..."

"So you could both watch through the window while you did it?" she asked. "Come and show me what you did."

Lillian couldn't believe she was doing and saying things this lewdly provocative. But it was exhilarating! A newfound sense of empowerment surged through her; she realized that, for the very first time, she was harnessing her feminine charms to purposefully exert control over a man.

Paul moved off the bed and slowly walked to her. He stood behind her, his engorged penis jutting out toward his aunt's lush rear end. She looked over her shoulder at him.

"What did you do to her?" she asked.

"I..." Paul started.

"Show me," she said.

Lillian felt a rush of vindictive pleasure at the thought that they were about to reenact the scene outside the window that night – except that Paul's cock would be driving into her, not Jennifer, ejaculating his virile semen into her.

Lillian felt the delicious first touch of his hardened shaft against her rear end. Paul pressed up against her, his cock sliding up between her buttocks. Lillian was weak-kneed at the thought of that young shaft, the hardest she had ever taken, sliding into her aching vulva. She reached back, searching, finding his big organ, pulling it down her slickened cleft until the head was adjacent to her moist opening.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Lillian gasped as she felt the swollen cock-head pushing between the folds of her vagina.

Paul resisted the urge to sink his entire length into her in one thrust. He held back, his cock just inside the parted lips, and then, slowly moved forward, groaning as the big head of his penis slid into her cunt. Then, as gradually as he could, he began a slow journey to her center.

"Oh! God!" Lillian moaned out, consumed by the tantalizingly graduated entrance. She could feel the steel-hard shaft slowly ovalling the walls of her passage and there seemed to be no end to the plunging column.

"Yess, ohhhhhh, yesss.," she moaned, resisting the urge to thrust back against his loins.

Finally, she felt his front pressing against her rear end and knew her aching passage was filled with his entire length.

Paul reached around and cupped and squeezed the globes of her breasts as he paused for a moment.

"Is that what you did to her," Lillian asked, her voice low and seething with lust. "Did you squeeze her breasts while you gave it to her?"

Lillian didn't know what had come over her. But she was unbelievably turned on by the thought that they were replicating the very act Paul and Jennifer had performed that night – Paul thrusting his hard cock into the young girl as they watched Art and Lillian performing the same obscene act just a few feet away.

"Yes...," Paul said, in a guttural moan. He, too, was incredibly aroused by the memory of that night's spontaneous orgy, enhanced by the knowledge that he was now thrusting into the same receptive vulva he had watched his uncle stroking into, was holding the same luscious breasts he had watched jiggling with each deep plunge.

Pulling his hips back slowly, Paul withdrew his long cock from her depths, feeling the tight walls sliding deliciously around the sensitive head as his penis vacated her warm passage. Then, when only the tip remained her, he pushed forward, groaning in delight as Lillian's slippery vulva enveloped him again.

"And you, unnnghhhhh, you watched us?" Lillian groaned. "Through the window? Fucking while you were fucking?" She couldn't believe the degenerate filth spewing from her mouth. But her excitement grew with each lascivious uttering.

"Did she do this?" she groaned, and on his in-stroke, thrust her firm buttocks back heavily against him.

"Y ... yes," he croaked, driving into her faster.

"Ooooohhhh!! Yesssss!" Lillian cried. "Fuck me like you fucked her"

Paul, too, was in equal measure astonished and delighted by his aunt's depraved utterances. He knew he was close, but didn't want it to end, wanted to hear more of her lurid monologue. He stopped his hard, deep thrusts and now began to slide in and out of her with agonizing slowness.

"You were watching me?" she groaned as Paul slowly stroked into her. "Watching me being fucked from behind?"

"Yes," Paul gasped.

"Did you want to do it to me? What you were doing to her?" Lillian intoned.

"Yes!" Paul answered.

"You wanted to put your cock into me and fuck me the way you were fucking her?"

"Yes, yess!"

The speed of Paul's thrusts had increased as he responded to one lewd question after another from his aunt's suddenly filthy mouth.

Knowing her climax was imminent, Lillian pushed her rounded globes back against him in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing the thought that warm jets of his young semen would soon be spewing into her vulva.

"And then you, nnnhhhhh, you gave it to her? You came inside her?" Lillian moaned, her words distorted with lust.

"Yessss, yesss," he groaned.

"Like you're going to give it to ... OHHHHHH!!" Lillian's words dissolved into a blissful moan as she crested into orgasm, her body jerking uncontrollably as immense climactic waves swept through her.

Lillian's shuddering orgasm and constricting vulval walls sent Paul to the crest. He felt his balls give way to the agonizing pressure

"AAAAAHHHHH!" he cried at the explosion of pleasure from his groin. He kept his cock buried deep in his aunt's vulva as he ejaculated, injecting stream after stream of his potent sperm into her uterus.

Lillian didn't want to let go of Paul when his cock finally stopped pumping, and she reached back pulled him hard against her, keeping his cock deeply imbedded inside her, squeezing it with the sidewalls of her vulva as if to milk every last drop.

Then Lillian slumped back against him.

"Did you like that, honey," she asked.

"Oh God, yes," Paul said immediately.

She couldn't resist.

"As much as ... that night?" she asked.

"Yes, yes," he assured her. "More than that night."

The words were music to her ears.