Incest/Taboo Albert's Family

She had seemed rather jumpy and out of sorts when he'd come inside before, but just look at how much more calm and relaxed she was now! With the added evidence of her mussed up hair, her flushed skin, and her once neat clothes now looking a bit wrinkled, he judged that the evidence was overwhelming and conclusive.

His sexy aunt had been in here masturbating!

His ego was a not inconsiderable thing at the best of times, but it got a huge boost to think that this woman had gotten so worked up just from seeing him without his shirt on that she'd felt the need to get herself off. Why, if he could only smell something other than freshly cut grass and the stench of his own sweat, he didn't doubt for a moment that he would be able to catch a whiff of her arousal right now!

Okay, there was no way he was going home without fucking this babe.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Tom," she told him in a soft, somewhat breathless voice, giving the young man a shy smile. "Are you sure I can't pay you? I mean, I could see for myself just how hard you were working out there. It just seems wrong to put you through all of that without giving you a little something in return."

He didn't even try to keep his eyes from dipping then to admire her assets as he considered all the ways he would like to be rewarded for his efforts. "Oh, no, thank you," he answered, "I don't want anything from you, aunt Penelope." Well, not money, anyway, he thought to himself, being careful to keep a smirk off his face. "I'm just glad I was able to help."

"You are just the sweetest thing ever!"

Taking hold of his hand, she started pulling him across the house and his hopes rose when he realized that they were moving in the direction of the bedrooms. Though he soon realized that she was instead leading him to the bathroom, those hopes were not dashed in the least inasmuch as he knew there was just as much fun to be had sharing a nice, hot shower as there was a warm, soft bed.

"Here," she told him with a grin, stopping at the door and propelling him inside with a gentle push. "You go and get cleaned up now. Your mom would never forgive me if I sent you home to her in that state."

Tom was considering pulling her in with him or just inviting her in to scrub his back for him, but did not get the chance to do either.

"Toss your clothes out here after you get them off so I can get those washed as well," Penelope said, darting off into one of the bedrooms. "I'll go and get you one of your uncle's robes to wear until I've got your stuff clean." Returning, she passed a terrycloth bathrobe to him and then hurried to pull the door closed.

He started at the robe for a few moments, giving some serious consideration to just throwing it down right then and there and going after her, but finally decided against it. He really was pretty grungy, after all. It probably would be a lot more fun if they were both fresh when they started and got sweaty together.

Waiting out in the hallway, Penelope wasn't aware that her nephew was in there plotting out the best way to have his way with her and so was a little surprised when Tom didn't pitch out those filthy clothes in a timely manner.

"Don't forget to toss those clothes out here!"

"Okay. Here you go."

The bathroom door opened just enough for one arm to emerge, passing out some of the dirtiest, smelliest clothes that she had ever encountered. Disgusted, she nevertheless took them from him and was already on her way to the laundry room before the door shut again or the sound of running water could be heard. All she wanted to do was get rid of this awful burden and fast!

With a husband and a small boy in her home, Penelope had long ago gotten into the habit of checking that the pockets before stuffing the clothes into the washing machine. It was just as well that she did though as he had not thought to empty them before giving them up to her.

The first things she found were innocent enough - the keys to the car he had borrowed from his mother to drive over here this morning and a wallet. She set these things aside in a little plastic bowl that she kept for just this purpose so that they would not get misplaced. It was in the last pocket she checked however that she found something which did surprise her.

Three condoms . . .

She stared at them for a long moment, pondering their meaning.

It was at least possible that Tom was still as pure as the driven snow and that he only carried those prophylactics around "just in case," but something told her that just wasn't the case. Hadn't she just been thinking about how this young man must have to beat the swarms of love-struck girls off with a stick? She could clearly remember just how aggressive some of the girls in her own high school had been about getting what they wanted and, when they had a quarry as perfect as Tom to pursue, Penelope did not doubt that they must have gone after him so vigorously that no mortal man could have resisted.

Penelope was heartened to know that young man was smart enough to use protection since there was no telling what kind of bugs those teenaged tramps might be carrying, but she still didn't like the idea of her favorite nephew having anything to do with that kind of trash.

Setting the rubbers aside with the keys and the wallet, she found herself wondering if her brother and sister-in-law knew that their son was having sex. She could only assume that they did not as most young people tried to keep things like that from their parents.

The question she had to answer now was what to do about this.

She could go and talk to Tom's parents about it, but that seemed like such an invasion of his privacy. She could mind her own business, but that didn't seem like the responsible thing to do. As far as she could see, that only left her with one option.

She would have to talk to Tom herself.

In the shower, Tom was thoroughly enjoying how the spray of hot water was washing the grime from his body, but in all honesty he had not really started bathing yet. Instead, he was griping his hard cock in one hand and beating it hard as he imagined all of the nasty things he was about to do with his beautiful aunt.

Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble when he finally emerged from this bathroom.

With nothing else to do while her nephew got cleaned up and the laundry got done, Penelope made her way back to the kitchen to see to those dishes at last. She did the work mechanically though, her mind on the young man who was in her bathroom.

She wasn't looking forward to having to talk to Tom about the perils of being sexually active at his age. She hadn't expected to have to have a discussion like this until her own son started to notice girls several years from now and so she was feeling woefully unprepared for it. It didn't help matters any that, deep down, she knew that it was far more likely that she would have chickened out and made her husband Albert give Joey that talk about "The Birds & The Bees."

Just as she was loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the water in the shower cut off. Penelope abandoned the kitchen and hurried to make her way back to the living room.

It would be better to have a conversation like this one where they could relax and be comfortable, after all.

"Oh, yeah!" Tom said as he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only his uncle's bathrobe. "That's so much better!"

Finding his aunt waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but notice that she avoided looking at him for more than a moment and seemed to be standing somewhat awkwardly, almost wringing her hands. There was clearly something very serious on her mind and he could think of only one thing that it could possibly be.

She had finally decided to make a play for her favorite nephew!

He wasn't blind to how big a step this must be for her. It would probably be the very first time she had ever cheated on her husband, after all. Hell, if even half the stories he'd heard about her were true, it might well be the first time she'd had sex with anyone at all other than his uncle Albert. Mix in to all of that the fact that their tryst would be nothing less than incest - the most taboo and forbidden kind of sex there was - and it was really no wonder that she should be just a bit hesitant about actually hitting on him.

Hardly able to hide his grin, he waited impatiently to see what kind of come on she would come up with.

"Um, about your clothes, Tom," she ventured, sounding nervous and uncertain but nonetheless finally raising her head to look at him. "I checked your pockets before I put it all into the washing machine. I wasn't being nosy, honest - I just didn't want to ruin anything you wanted to keep. All of your things are in a bowl back there."

He blinked.

If she was looking to make a pass at him and starting with that, then he couldn't wait to see where she was going with this. "Oh, yeah?"

She started to speak again, but when all that came out was a croak, she cleared her throat and tried again. "Well, the thing is that I found something interesting in one of your pockets." She hesitated, looking away again as she forced herself to spit it out. "Condoms."

Finally, he had an idea of where she was going with this! There was no hiding his lecherous smirk now.

It was not an easy thing to have so serious a talk as this one, especially with someone else's kid, and Penelope had her head down, so wrapped up in trying to find the right words that she failed to notice as the young man moved across to her swiftly. When he took her into his strong arms, she started so badly that she almost jerked herself free again, but Tom kept his grip on her, pulling her firmly up against himself.

"Tom!" she squeaked I alarm. "What do you think you're . . ."

"Don't worry, aunt Penelope," he growled, his breath hot on her skin. "I won't forget to use those rubbers when I do you." He didn't give her a chance to respond though, crushing his lips to her's in a searing, bruising kiss that more than lived up to the millions of fantasies he'd had of what it would be like when he finally did this.

Her eyes went wide with shock as she suddenly found herself being kissed like this by her own nephew, hardly able to believe it was really happening. She started to squirm in his embrace, hoping to pry herself free, but then froze in alarm.

What had he just said? Something about . . . doing her?

But that would be incest! Could it possibly be that her husband's suspicions about this young man were correct after all? As he continued to hold her so tightly to himself that she was having a hard time just breathing, as he continued to press the most incredibly passionate kisses to her lips, it was finally beginning to dawn on the young housewife that, yes, this probably was the case.

Tom released her so suddenly that she staggered, but Penelope managed to retain her footing right up until her nephew shoved her down onto the couch. She landed heavily and awkwardly with a grunt, but he was atop her before she could do anything about it.

His hand rose to catch her chin, holding her face steady for the next shower of feverish kisses, while his other hand took possession of one of her firm breasts, squeezing and roughly caressing it. She gasped and squeaked, trying hard to tell him to stop this at once, but having a difficult time forming words when he had his tongue down her throat. She squirmed and struggled in a vain attempt to dislodge him, but he seemed to think that she was writhing with pleasure and it only made his assault on her all the more ardent.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, lifting off her just enough to get both hands on her bosom. "You are so hot, aunt Penelope."

He had his hands on her now of course, but this wasn't satisfactory as her clothes were in the way and so he grabbed hold of the front of her blouse and jerked it open, sending buttons flying everywhere as he revealed her bra encased breasts. She gasped in horror and wanted to cover up the exposed flesh, but his hands were already there, pulling down on the cups of her brassiere so that both of her breasts sprang out into the open air.

"Oh, please, Tom . . ." she whimpered, but he interpreted it not as a request to stop but as a plea for him to press forward.

As he lowered himself to her once more and began to worship her full bosom, she could do nothing to prevent it. Indeed, as her head lolled back onto the arm of the couch as she marveled at just how skilled he actually was at this, she found herself wanting to stop him less and less by the moment.

Incest was still perverse and wrong and she still hated the idea of cheating on the husband she loved so much, but her more submissive tendencies had been activated now.

As he continued his efforts at her bosom, she slowly became aware of something that was bumping up against her leg. It was kind of hard for her to figure out what that must be - distracted, as she was - but eventually she figured out that it must be his hard cock sticking out of the robe he was wearing.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she sent one hand probing down in that direction and wrapped her fingers tightly around her nephew's shaft. She was amazed by the size, noting immediately that he put her husband to shame.

As she stroked him - learning how long he was and how very thick - he groaned and lifted himself back off of her at last. "Eager to get right to it, huh?" He climbed off of her for a moment so that he could throw off his uncle's bathrobe. "Yeah, you've been fantasizing about getting some dick from me ever since I got here, haven't you?" Yet again, she was not given any time to respond as he immediately returned to the couch, but then again he was confident that he already knew the answers.

Straddling her torso, one foot up on the couch and the other still on the floor, Tom slipped a hand around the back of his aunt's head to lift it up off the arm of the couch, then used his other hand to steer his erect member straight to her lips. She didn't seem to hesitate for a moment to open her mouth and let him thrust himself inside, both hands rising to grab hold of him by the butt.

In his enthusiasm, the teenager did not hesitate to shove almost his entire cock in at once, causing his aunt to choke and gag seriously. The boy was at least kind enough to back off before anything more serious happened, but he was also entirely unrepentant. He gave her just enough time to catch her breath and keep from puking, but then shoved himself right back in. Oh, he didn't go in quite so far as he had that first time, but he still went deeper than she was comfortable with as he fucked her face.

She could hardly voice a complaint with her mouth full like that, but then again she probably wouldn't have anyway. Instead, she devoted her full attention to giving him the very best blow job that she could under these trying circumstances, holding onto his cheeks as if to life itself.

Tom might have been expected to last for awhile considering that he had just jerked off in the shower, but it was quickly becoming evident that his masturbation over a fantasy encounter with this woman was being more than counterbalanced by the thrill of the real thing. With no more warning than a sudden, hoarse grunt, he jerked himself out of her mouth so that he could hose a tremendous amount of cum all over her face.

Penelope heaved a little sigh. What was it with people wanting to do that to her? First, Jasmine had made a point of rubbing her cunt all over her face as she came, coating it liberally in her juices, and now Tom was spraying his load there as well! She was ever so glad that this was not something Albert ever did.

The boy dismounted her, stroking and rubbing his cock in the hope that he could keep it from going entirely limp. "Pull up your skirt, aunt Penelope," he demanded, breathing hard. "Open your legs good and wide for me."

Her legs came apart as soon as he asked it of her and she drew her skirt all the way up her thighs. As it rose high enough to allow him to see her crotch, Tom gave her a triumphal smirk when he saw how wet her panties were.

Tom dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to have his first taste of that juicy cunt he'd been dreaming of for so very long. She could only watch as he maneuvered himself in between her widely spread legs, a finger hooking the crotch of her panties and pulling them aside as he leaned in close for a better look at what he was dealing with.

Watching all of this like a hawk, knowing full well what was coming, Penelope had started whimpering and moaning even before he closed the distance with her most intimate area, her entire body shivering with need. Knowing just how wrong this was, knowing that her poor husband would never forgive her if he found out about any of this, she hated herself for crying out so enthusiastically when she felt his hot breath waft over her burning, swampy pussy.

Had he needed any encouragement to do this, to reassure himself that she wanted this just as much as he did, her trembling body and plaintive cries would have been more than enough. Tom lowered his head between her thighs and started to devour her.

As before when he had pounded his dick halfway down her throat, she would notice that he had enough skill to suggest that he had done this before, but none of Jasmine's finesse. Nonetheless, as soon as his tongue snaked it's way up the length of her slit, she let out a shriek of pleasure that must have been heard for miles, arching her back up high off the sofa cushions and tearing at it's fabric with her fingers.

Albert was a tender and caring lover who never failed to please her, but it took someone strong and dominant like Jasmine and now Tom to really bring her to the heights of ecstacy.

The teenager consumed her with a wild and almost ferocious gusto, clearly enjoying her taste and thrilling to know that his efforts were giving her so much pleasure. It certainly seemed to justify the high opinion he held of himself, after all. He brought her to what must have been a massive orgasm and was a little surprised when her desperate clawing and her body's out of control tossing and writhing somehow did not destroy that couch.

Backing off at last, he sat on his knees and considered the situation. If they ended up smashing that couch up too much, then his uncle Albert might just guess that his wife had been unfaithful to him. He didn't much care if the guy came after him as he was certain that he could kick his ass, but the last thing he wanted was a reputation as a home wrecker.

After all, when men know that you won't hesitate to go after their wives, they will be less likely to leave you alone with them!

A change of venue was in order.

Though she was feeling very weak still, he caught her by the arms and pulled her back up to her feet. "Come on," he told the swaying, unsteady housewife. "I'm going to finish you off in your own bed!" She started to follow after him obediently, but was distracted by the distant sound of a bell chiming.

"The laundry!" she gasped, turning and staggering away from him.

"What?!"

She heard the annoyance and disapproval in his voice but somehow managed to keep plodding along anyway. "I just need to put your clothes in the dryer now," she explained in a shaky voice. "They might mildew if I just leave them in the washing machine. It won't take a moment - I promise."

He couldn't believe she was doing this and muttered a curse as he watched her disappear in the direction of the laundry room. What on earth was this stupid woman thinking? Surely there wouldn't be any problem if they just left them until he was done with her! When she did not return within a half-second, he decided to go after her.

As he stormed into the laundry room, the first thing that caught his eye was his aunt pulling his wet things out of the washing machine and pitching them into the dryer. She made for quite a sight with her face still covered with his cum, her blouse torn open and her boobs hanging out, and her own liquids dripping slowly down the insides of her legs. The second thing that caught his eye was the little plastic bowl she had put his things in and he quickly grabbed up the condoms as he knew he was about to need them.

She barely had time to shut the door to the dryer and hit the start button before her nephew grabbed her and effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her away to the bedroom.

Penelope found herself heaved onto her own bed just a few moments later, but before she could compose herself or get her bearings, he had grabbed her and arranged her to his liking - bent over the edge. The condoms were thrown down next to her and then Tom threw her skirt back up and hauled off her soaked panties to reveal her bottom and the pouting slit beneath.

She started when he came up close behind her then and slid into her, a few strokes burying the entire length of his big dick in her wet and dripping twat. Back when he first grabbed her, hadn't he'd promised to use a condom when he did this!?

She started to rise, turning at the waist to look back and demand that he not fuck her without a rubber, but she was pushed back down onto the bed by a nephew who could guess what her problem was.

"Don't worry about it," Tom grunted, thoroughly enjoying how tightly her cunt gripped him as he slid in and out of her a few times. "I'm just getting lubed up."

With that, he drew himself slowly back out of her and placed the bulbous head of his cock against her sphincter, forcing a loud moan of pleasure and pain mixed as he forced himself into her exquisitely tight, velvety ass. It took some effort, but he was persistent and determined and did not let up until he was completely sheathed in her, his balls bumping and bouncing against the swollen lips of her cunt.

Tom leaned forward over her, bracing himself against the bed as he cupped her chin in one hand and forced her to raise her head. Penelope now found herself looking into the mirror of her vanity, forced to watch as her own nephew defiled her butt.

He gave her no more time than that to get used to the hulking intruder who had just broken in through her back door, starting to hump himself against her slowly at first, but rapidly gaining in both speed and force. Her eyes never left the mirror as he fucked her butt, wanting to scream from the intensity of what she was experiencing but hardly able to get enough air into her lungs to even keep breathing.

He eventually released her chin so that he could straighten back up and hold onto her by the hips, wanting to give this taut little ass a proper thrashing as he felt his climax fast approaching. She recognized that she was about to take a serious pounding and, giving the sinful scene in the mirror one long last look, she lowered her head back to the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. One of her hands went back between her own legs in the meantime, wanting to work her own cunt in concert with what he was doing.

The teenager took a moment to arrange his feet so that he had the maximum amount of leverage, then he set to work.

Slamming into her so hard that her feet seemed to leave the floor, driving himself in so deep that she would have sworn that she could taste the tip of his cock in her mouth again, Tom was able to give his sexy aunt only a dozen more strokes at the most before throwing his head back with a howl and pumping another steaming load of cum into her.

Penelope would not come herself, though her fingers were a blur between her own legs, thrusting in and out of herself. Just as she was closing in on what promised to be an earth-shaking orgasm, she lost her grip on her twat as he suddenly whipped his cock out of her butt and grabbed hold of her with both hands. She was hauled off the bed and dumped unceremoniously onto the carpet beside it, his dick once more being pushed against her lips.

It seemed such an awful and nasty thing to do considering where it had just been, but she dutifully opened her mouth and started sucking on his cock again, her hands rising to stroke the shaft and fondle the heavy balls.

He had all the vigor and energy of youth and so her efforts were soon rewarded with yet another erection. Once he was confident that she had him hard enough, he again pushed away from her. Bending down, he grabbed her yet again and lifted her up from the floor, tossing her onto the bed on her back as if she were a rag doll. Pausing only as long as it took him to tear open one of the little packages and put on a condom, he launched himself up on top of her and forced her legs wide apart.

Feeling that oversized cock stab all the way into her cunt with one hard shove was enough to set off that climax she had been denied a moment ago and Penelope convulsed as a brutally intense orgasm swept through her.

He rode it out with her, giving her a few little bumps to help her along, but chose not to start shafting her in earnest until after he was certain that she was finished. He wasn't kind enough to wait until she had caught her breath, however.

There was no slow start this time, building up to a crescendo of violent love-making. No, this time he just started at the end by screwing her as hard as possible.

Again, she saw that her nephew knew the basics, but none of the tricks of the trade that would make it as good for her as it would be for him. There would be no point in complaining or trying to teach this rampant young beast what to do, though, and she knew it. Instead, she just contented herself with wrapping her arms and legs around him and hanging on tight as he did whatever he liked to her.

If only Tom knew how to service her as well as Albert did, she heard herself muse, this young man would have earned himself a place in the pantheon of the world's greatest lovers!

Her poor, trusting husband's place there was already assured, but she did wish that not only was he hung like her nephew, but that he knew how to push her buttons the way Jasmine and Tom did. Perhaps then she wouldn't be such a pushover whenever someone who was stronger and more self assured decided they wanted her.

She did reach orgasm and, though it was not the biggest or the best that she'd been given that summer day, it was still more than enough to make her toes curl.
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As she sat on her living room couch the next day, Penelope could not help but reflect on what had happened to her.

All of this time, she had believed that her nephew was such a sweet and generous young man, but she now knew that he was a wanton animal, interested only in his own pleasure. Albert had tried to tell her on numerous occasions that the teenager could not be trusted, but surely not even her husband could have imagined just what kind of a beast Tom really was.

With a mixture of hope and fear, she wondered if her new incestuous lover would be coming back for more and, under the circumstances, couldn't see why he wouldn't.

Penelope was so glad that her son would not be coming home until tomorrow as it had been hard enough just to deal with Albert after a day of being ravished like that, much less Joey, too.

She recalled how amazed her husband had been when he came home from work to find both his front and back yards mowed. Even though she imagined it must be obvious that she had just spent the day being used and abused by another man, she stuck to the story she'd invented about paying one of the neighbor kids to cut the grass and was astounded when he bought the tall tale without question.

Her poor husband invested so much love and trust in her and just look at how she repaid him, she mused unhappily.

The sound of screeching tires pulled the young housewife from her introspection at last, turning so that she could look out the window.

The sight of her sister-in-law's car pulling up at the curb brought her quickly to her feet in alarm, though her body protested. Tom had left her very sore and covered in bruises yesterday and here he was coming back for more, it seemed. She wanted to run for the hills in order to stay faithful to her husband, she wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there so that her nephew could pick up where he'd left off, but she did neither when she saw who was climbing out of the car and marching so determinedly up towards the house.

It was not Tom. Instead, it was his mother, Penelope's sister-in-law, Joan!

Penelope frowned as she made her way to the front door, wondering what her brother's wife was doing here. Naturally, the thought did occur to her that she was here to confront her over what had happened the day before, but the young housewife dismissed that notion out of hand. Surely, Tom would not have gone home and announced that he had done something so disturbing as violate his own aunt, after all.

She had not quite reached the door when it was suddenly flung open in her face, causing her to stumble back a step in surprise. Joan came charging into the house without a moment's hesitation, her dark eyes fixing on Penelope.

"There you are, you little bitch!"

Before the young woman knew what was happening, she had been viciously shoved to the floor by her sister-in-law, who then stood over her ranting and raving and waving her finger in Penelope's face.

"Now listen here, you slut! You'll keep your hands off my son if you know what's good for you! It's bad enough that I have to compete with all of those little skanks at his school for his attention - I'm not going to deal with you as well! Tom is mine, do you hear me?! If I ever again hear that you've been messing around with my son, I can promise that you will regret it!"

Turning on her heel, Joan marched out the house again, leaving behind a startled and shaken Penelope sitting on the floor. It was only when she heard that car start up again and the tires squeal as it pulled away that she was able to convince herself that her crazed sister-in-law would not be coming back to have another go at her.

What in the world had that been about?!

Penelope replayed what Joan had said in her head and her mouth fell open in shock when she realized just what was going on here.

Tom was screwing around with his own mother! Her brother's wife was cheating on him! She now knew about it, but did not dare to say anything since she had now been to bed with the boy as well! Joan knew that she and Tom had spent a day having sex and was insanely jealous about it! There was every chance that her nephew would come back and try to get her into bed again! But if that did happen, Joan was threatening all sorts of dire and fearful consequences!

Penelope groaned wearily as she picked herself up from the floor.

Add in to all of that the fact that she had also spent the better part of a week being unforgivably intimate with her husband's mother and the young housewife could see that she had gotten herself into quite a pickle.

Family get-togethers were going to be pretty tense affairs from now on.
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