Incest/Taboo Aunt Maggie

The day was working out splendidly. With all "preparations" complete, Margaret Cory now merely had to recline back against her wooden deck chair and "just enjoy the view." It was a view she'd taken great pains to achieve and through no small amount of scheming influence on her part. The view as it turns out, was most enjoyable indeed. He really was a fine specimen - good blood on her sister's side of the family line.

Behind her dark sunglasses, her eyes followed her nephew Billy's every move over the next several minutes; scrutinizing each straining sinewy muscle, each taught ripple of flesh. Her mind began to work out the mental geometry as she speculated what it might feel like to have him atop her with his weight pinning her down, making her helpless beneath his crush. She'd been right in telling him to remove his shirt so as not to suffer heat stroke and to get some golden rays of sunshine on those shoulders of his... not that his tanned skin needed it, his color being most appealing to her from several points of aesthetic consideration.

She fanned herself. It certainly was getting warm here by the pool, she realized as she continued scrutinizing her nephew in the same hungry manner as a tabby cat would as it preparing to pounce on an unsuspecting field mouse. She needed to cool off.

She'd told herself but a few minutes before, she'd all week to make her move, but then she told herself again, if she made that move EARLY and was successful (chuckle), then she'd have all the week to enjoy him! Yes she needed to cool off, most assuredly.

She was up from her chair. She glanced at her watch; he'd been working a for nearly an hour's time now. He needed a break anyhow, it was the perfect pretext. Her feet kicked off her high-heeled sandals and her sunglasses found their way to the chair as she stepped to the edge of the pool with purpose and determination, (if not a slight tremble inside her).

She knew that tremble. It was a bit of pre-tryst butterflies that accompanied a slight tingling in her scalp and lovely bit of inexplicable breathlessness. At some level inside she needed that sensation; as it was that bit of giddiness that made conquests so thrilling and terrifying at the same time. One would think after all those lovers and all those torrid hook-ups she'd have outgrown it; yet here it was... the "pre-shag shivers" as she liked to call them.

When she considered her apprehension for a moment; aside from the obvious titillation she felt, there was also a bit of trepidation at the ethics of everything. That too was a bit perplexing to her sense of hedonism. She'd experienced incestuous sexual relations before; first there had been her "game" that she'd played for so many years with her sister, and then of course she'd crossed the threshold of taboo with... others.

She'd had relations with a young man she'd met on holiday in the Mediterranean and then she'd shared a bed with him and a woman who'd later turned out to be his older sister. There were also a pair of young women she'd met on a business trip to Hong Kong; whom it was later revealed were both twin sisters. That weekend was remarkable in the number of wonderful orgasms she'd been privy to, from both of those lovely ladies. Then of course there was a ski vacation in Zurich in which she and an older woman she'd met on the slopes had conspired to join forces and seduce the woman's handsome stepson in their hotel's indoor pool after hours. That ended marvelously and she still received holiday cards from the both of them, so why was this different?

The answer was simple. Billy was her blood and her sister's son, (and it wasn't as if her sister could have made her pregnant in any of those late night scissor sessions or lickfests they'd subjected one another too when they were growing up). Her sister had also not approved what she'd had in mind, (no matter what their phone conversations had been before). This was then by its very unnatural nature; something completely different from all her other past dalliances. It was truly forbidden... it was shameful, it was wrong, and it was making her clit tingle and her puss trickle just by entertaining the thought.

Right, she was in!

"Billy darling," she called to him from where she stood at the pool's edge, "you've been working for a ruddy hour... take a break already dear!"

"Almost done here Auntie Maggie," he called back to her.

He was true to his word. Within a few more snips of the hedge shears he'd finished his work. The rest of the yard work could wait... Auntie Maggie had other work for him this morning, anyhow.

Billy now noticed something odd. As he set down his shears and wiped the sweat from his brow he could clearly his auntie standing at the pool's edge. How long had she been there simply watching him? Had he done a decent enough job on the hedge? He turned around and checked his work, flipping his bangs from his eyes.

Nope... it was first rate he reasoned, but still; she just stood there at the other end of the pool looking at him. It was all a bit unsettling.

Hmmmm, he noticed she was looking rather fetching really though; if one can say that about their aunt. That was creepy and wrong to think, right?

It certainly was, but he could see she didn't look like many other women her age. She had the loveliest hips of the MILFiest MILF he'd ever pulled-off to on the internet, (and her tits underneath that bikini top were nothing to ignore either)! They were lovely and round and full with no sag... she'd taken care of herself. He also loved her short, nearly shoulder-length fiery red head of hair that hinted at fun upscale sophistication with a dash of mischief thrown in. No... if he was a full-blown pervert he'd be keen to fuck his aunt, he mused to himself... and of course that other stuff didn't count really.
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*****​

The 'other stuff' he happened to recall in the back of his noggin were lurid fantasies he'd had; dreams mostly, but he'd also pulled his cock late at night to help himself sleep, and it was in these same self-abuse sessions he'd had 'accidents.' It seems in between those little sleepy tugs where he'd imagined a porno starlet or two sucking him or riding his cock; he'd somehow managed to get Auntie Maggie thrown in the erotic video playing in his fevered mind. He didn't understand how she managed to get into his head (and he would kick her out immediately from his fantasy spank session because it was 'weird' for him), but she was definitely there in his consciousness. Of course she was lodged deep in his subconscious, as well.

He'd had several dreams where she'd approach him without so much as a stitch of clothing on and then with a SNAP of her fingers, he'd be naked as well! They'd kiss and shortly; a fuck would ensue, (or a blowjob, or handjob or some inappropriate and shameful contact). His mother would enter the room and rage at him or his girlfriend, Anna, and there would be shouts of disapproval and his feeble attempts to explain himself. There'd been at least one dream where his girlfriend and his auntie had been in the bath in a torrid lovemaking session. There'd been another night where he'd dreamt his mum and his auntie had been naked in his bed as he returned home and they'd motioned for him to join them.

Regardless of the dream, he found it all confusing, disturbing and regretfully exciting. He'd awake to find the front of his underwear a ghastly sticky mess with the blasted remnants of a recent ejaculation staining the front of things. It made him wonder if he were a foul pervert, fit only for a lunatic asylum of some sort. He'd trot down to the loo and wash off his shame and tell himself it was all just a dream that couldn't be helped.
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*****​

Now he was standing half-turned across the pool from his aunt, and noticing that very same look in her blue-green eyes she'd given him in those terribly unsettling dreams. His cock twitched. She broke the spell with a smile still on her lips...

"Billy jump in the pool. You need to cool off."

"Oh," he said turning her way, "no worries Auntie Maggie. I'll get my swimming things from the house next door and..."

"Oh POO Billy," she said, "don't worry, just shuck off those jeans and stop being silly. I've seen you in your underwear, it will dry. I'm going in anyhow, why not you?"

There was a pause... an awkward pause really. It was one of those dead space moments where everything stops and stands still; more fitting perhaps for an American Western movie with an old-time shoot-out a street, but it was no less appropriate here, (what with each participant watching the other to see what their next move happened to be). She saw his eyes. He saw hers. From a high third-floor window above the pool, Gwennie, the ever-watchful maid ...observed them both keenly as she pretended to clean the pane of glass before her.

Gwen knew precisely how this would all go. She'd seen her employer Maggie pull that old, 'Why don't you just jump into the water,' trick before.

Maggie had tried that little number with that young immigrant pool boy, Carlos when he'd come by to check her PH and scour her plaster at her behest. That had ended well enough for her, and it had turned out she'd had her pipes scrubbed clean for her money, as well by him! Yes WELL INDEED, in fact... and then there was Evan; the fellow from town who'd cut the hedge the last time ...and then Cyrus the pool maintenance technician who'd fixed the filter port, (and both of Maggie's other ports as well)!

No, there was nothing new at all about this little trick, but it was tried and true. Gwen scrubbed the window absentmindedly, (with the beginnings of a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth while her eyes followed the scene below).

There was still that awkward silence. Maggie and Billy really DID resemble two gunfighters squaring off in the middle of the street, now. Both had their hips cocked jauntily to one side, (although Maggie's stance was a bit more pronounced with her MILFie-arse jutting against her orange thong).

You could hear a honeybee fart; it was so quiet. Billy "went for his gun," first.

With one thumb he flipped open his belt, then with both hands he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Denim hit the pool deck and he stepped from his sandals, now standing before his auntie in his "tightey-whitey." She'd have to do something about that. She could see his bulging prominence beneath that all that cotton and it looked promising, but she'd need to get him better briefs.

Who in the HELL above the age of twelve wore those sorts of things anyhow? Well... she'd work on him.

There was another pause, then a leap, then a splash and he was in. It was now Maggie who went for her guns, (both of them being C-cups as they were). Following a quick maneuver with her hands behind her back, her top sailed through the air and landed in the water. She dover in right behind it, readying her trap for him. It had to look convincing. She needed to sell that this was all an accident... at first.

Billy heard his aunt's splash somewhere out ahead of him and he glided through the water to a spot in the shallows where he could stand. It was then he turned around, seeing his auntie breach the surface. She sputtered a misty exhalation and turned herself; treading water whilst facing him. She playfully scooped up a chlorine laden mouthful from the pool and spat it at him; all grins and teases.

"Hey," Billy scolded, "cut that out!"

"Oh," she teased swimming closer into the shallows and spitting more water at him, "can't handle a little squirt, can you?"

Something caught the periphery of Billy's vision. He turned to look and then broke up laughing.

"There's something you can't handle either Auntie Maggie," he said with a voice full of school boy chiding and derision.

"What's that?" she said after spitting more water at him.

"You can't handle a dive into your own pool," he teased, "without losing your top!"

He pointed to the surface of the water just a few feet away from them. Her orange bikini top was clearly floating upon the surfaces like two wayward jellyfish. She feigned shock.

She brought an arm up to her breasts and was about to give him a lecture concerning how bare breasts really weren't all that improper anyhow and that in this modern age, plenty of women went about with their breast showing. It wouldn't be necessary, however. What he did next was completely random but played right into her hands.

He shot an arm out before him into the water and lunged. A moment he stood triumphant with her top in his hands. It was apparent he was not about to return it. He was all tit for tat schoolyard retaliation at the moment.

"Teach you to spit water at me," he chided.

"Billy don't you dare," she said... hoping he most certainly would!

The top flew through the air and landed almost upon his jeans and sandals. She feigned shock and then she too ...took on a playful aspect to her eye. She lunged at him and commenced splashing him.

He returned great splashes back at her. There was clearly nothing sexual about his actions but in his mind she'd started things by spitting at him... he'd only settled the score by tossing her top on the shore out of reach. It was schoolboy logic, but it played right into her hands and at the moment both her hands were splashing him just as vigorously as he was her.

This horseplay went on for several seconds as the two launched broadsides of water at one another again and again. She began whirling her arms like twin splashing water wheels as he turned around to face away from his aunt and began scooping water behind himself at her. It was then, with him standing in waist-deep water that she made her move.

Billy suddenly found his auntie lunging at him and pulling him under. He went down in a cloud of bubbles and tickles. It was anything but expected.

He struggled to fight her off and for a moment, the two grappled as if wrestling, then strangely her grasp relented. She swam away from him. Her move confused him but more importantly, he needed air.

He broke the surface, all bewildered gasps and sputters. He turned to see his auntie standing in the water with her breasts bared to him; nipples swollen and erect. In her hands she held something.

"Unfair Auntie," he choked at her, "give those back!"

"Toss my top onto the shore will you?" Maggie teased, having turned the tables on her nephew, "Let's see how you like THIS!"

He jumped at her in an attempt to grapple her arm and snatch back his cotton dignity from hand but she was too fast. His underwear sailed through the air, landing SPLAT upon the deck next to the other discarded clothes. He was now naked and she was jeering at him. He lunged for her as she retreated to deeper water.

"There Billy," she said with a wicked grin across her face whilst she moved into the deeper end of the pool, "we're even now!"

Her words may have indicated she was through with mischief, but a second later and she'd gulped more water and spat it his way. This clearly not "over-with" by any sense of the word... it was most decidedly, ON!

"Like hell Auntie!" he gasped with hurt pride and determination before diving beneath the water.

She should have been at a disadvantage, but that was simply not the case. Oh heavens no, it wasn't. In fact, the opposite was true.

Margaret loved water, having even been a lifeguard as a teenager. She loved vacations to exotic locales with beaches and coral reefs and crashing waves. She even loved to swim in the cold channel waters of Weymouth. No there was no disadvantage here, in fact she was very much in her element. Her nephew Billy was engaging her in horseplay at the deep end of the pool; a bit like challenging someone to their favorite game on their home field.

He caught her easily enough and they locked together and rolled, (well actually she'd let him catch her). It was simply too easy. She could have swum circles around him all day in that pool, (and he'd never have so much as lain a finger upon her if she so decided).

No in truth, she'd caught him, (although he was most unaware of that fact at the time). They went under; arms wrapping bodies, and limbs locking limbs. The water was all confusion struggles and bubbles. They breached the surface with a great splash; both gulping air before plunging below again.

His hands were going for her thong. She knew this; he was simply that obvious. She struggled but not too hard. She had to play this just right.

She rolled again with him beneath the water and in her pretend struggle, her hand brushed his cock... just for the briefest instant. It was like a great marine sea cucumber to the touch; hefty, solid and full of life, (and it wasn't yet even rigid). A wave of wicked selfish pleasure shot through her scheming heart. She continued to struggle and put up a good show.

They broke the surface again and re-adjusted grips before plunging below. Down in the swirling chlorine depths, hands bumped about and 'accidently' found things; his against her breasts, the hers against that cock. These were fleeting little brushes and grabs for the both of them, but she could tell well enough from her latest grope of his dong that he was far more excited than he'd been just short time prior, (even if he hadn't known it himself).

He now achieved what he was striving for amidst her wriggles and struggles, and she let him have his little victory. He rose to the surface holding her thong aloft in triumph. She surfaced a few feet away and again feigned outrage and protest.

"Billy don't you ...dare do it!"

She'd played him like a fiddle. He immediately tossed her bright orange thong to the shore with the rest of the disgarded clothes. He beamed back at her.

"Now we're EVEN, Auntie!" he gasped, treading water.

"The HELL we are!" she bellowed just prior to diving beneath and surfacing next to him.

A second later and she pulled him under once more. He was not only in her lair, he was in her element, and they were now both MOST APPROPRIATELY ATTIRED FOR THE OCCASION!

She continued with the charade of 'horseplay,' grabbing him in a she-bear hug and throwing her legs around his waist as she rolled him under. In the process of doing so, she mashed her cunt against his bare cock. To to her delight and excitement, she found his loins completely rampant by now and throbbing with agitation. As they surfaced again she crossed her legs behind him and held him close whilst up top she allowed his arms to thrash about as he sputtered for a bit of air.

"Ready to behave are we?" she said with one eyebrow cocked.

He nodded, somewhat defeated and realizing she was a better swimmer than even he, (despite all his school medals for aquatics).

"Good," she said before she pulled him to the very edge of the pool's deep end.

She planted his hand upon the solid concrete deck as she bobbed in the water beside him. Oddly enough she resumed precisely the same embrace, locking her arms around him up top and with her legs about his waist. She crossed her ankles to hold her in place upon him affectionately.

"Ah," she said, "that's much better. I am tired now, simply hold onto that edge."

"Y..yes, Auntie Maggie," he answered, somewhat surprised that his now most naked aunt (and his mother's blood sister), had her limbs wrapped about him like a peel on a banana.

He could feel her sex against him, or was that his imagination. No... he could swear he felt her sex against "it," (and "it" was throbbing most rudely for him).

Aunt Maggie noticed precisely the same thing as he, and she mashed herself against him; all the while acting innocent about it. His penis wasn't exactly "in" as it were, but his sausage had definitely found a roll to lie upon. All it would need was a bit of mustard and a paper serviette, she quipped to herself. She sniggered softly at her little joke.

"What's funny Auntie?" Billy asked, worried that his painfully erect penis was noticeable to her. Oh dear, it was but she knew better than to let on.

"Nothing dear," she replied happily, "nothing at all ...just thinking about how much fun we'll have here together whilst your mummy is away."

As the two chatted in the water's sparkling glow she continued with her anaconda-like grip; her legs about his loins, most agreeably. She rocked her hips ever-so-slightly against his raging erection, causing the head of his penis on several occasions to strike her clitoris at a grinding glancing blow. The action sent wickedly wanton waves of pleasure up and down her spine, yet she continued not to let-on she noticed anything inappropriate about what the two of them were doing.

For his part, Billy noticed quite a lot. He was keenly aware of his auntie's skin against his and he felt the rake of her nails upon his shoulders. Additionally, he noticed his cock was all tortuous throbs and pulses against her fleshy pink "meow-meow box." She obviously wasn't seeing anything sexual about it all, so he thought it best to do the same or she'd be disappointed and think less of him. He did his best to put the touch of her naughty bits out of his head... which only made it all the worse.

He was most fidgety as he held onto the pool's edge whilst his auntie chatted him up in a most casual of manners; her arms about his neck and her hips rolling lazily in the water against him. He really hadn't listened to a word she'd said but he suddenly found himself jolted back into the here and now as she asked him quite directly,

"William, what is it dear? Are you distracted? Have you heard anything I've said?"

"Oh," Billy replied now completely mortified, "I'm so terribly sorry Auntie but...well; we're like this in the pool and all and..."

"Like what?" she asked, "Oh do you mean we haven't any clothes on? Oh dear Billy, just as I've seen you in your underpants, I have seen you all nakey -nakey a hundred times. I used to change your nappies y'know."

"Well yes, I suppose," he conceded.

"I've been to plenty of beaches and resorts where the people in attendance hadn't a stitch on... you needed be so prudish or puritanical."

"Well," he agreed noticing his cock was still throbbing against her like it had been slammed in a door, "I guess you are quite right and all, but"

"We are an educated people," she interrupted in a soft serene whisper, rocking her hips and decadently but still not letting on she knew anything was wrong or improper, "much like the ancient Romans or the Greeks before them, who saw nudity and especially its presence at a bathing activity of any sort as natural, expected, and essential even for good health."

"Yes," he replied, most distracted by these latest incestuous grindings and her soft as honey voice, "the Romans and the Greeks... of course."

His problematic penis was now pulsing furiously as his aunt kept pushing her pussy purse mercilessly against it. He was beside himself as to what he should do. He didn't wish to offend her by being either too modest or on the other hand, merely a pervert wishing to smash the ole' auntie right there and then, in the deep end of the swimming hole... although right about now it would feel absolutely marvelous to smash her in any hole presenting itself, he conceded.

For her part, Maggie was loving both his predicament and the lecherously lewd level of satisfaction she received from the mere grinding of his cock against her pink clitoral nubby wubby. It felt simply marvelous true, (but she knew better than to rush things too terribly much). The "heat" between them needed to be turned up gradually, a few degrees at a time; lest she scare him off. She needed to know he was perfectly fine with all this; till then, she'd keep his loins at a rolling boil. She did however, decide a change of venue was in order.

"Come," she said, "I think we are cool enough now, anyway. Let's move back to the deck chairs and get a bit of sun, shall we?"
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Up at her window, Gwennie wiped away the fog upon the glass for a better look. She'd just cleaned the same spot on the pane at least a hundred times in the last five minutes. It was certainly clean by now from all that rubbing. Her clitoral bean down beneath her skirts was most clean as well, having been furiously stroked almost the whole time.

She knew what to do next. She set aside her dust-rag and window and headed down the stairs.
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*****​

Maggie and her nephew swam to the shallow end. Two naked bodies, those belonging to a corrupting aunt and her somewhat unwitting nephew, rose up from the pool; shimmering cascades of chlorine water trickling down their forms in the morning sun. Maggie led the way and mounted the the steps.

It was at the very top of the steps she noticed she was not being followed. She'd a perfectly good hunch as to just what was wrong, but thought it best to play coy.

She turned back around and surveyed her nephew from the edge of the pool. She was as gorgeous as she was intimidating; appearing as a towering nude goddess, glistening in the kiss of the morning sun as beads of water streaked down her nakedness. She saw precisely what she'd expected and chuckled to herself.

Billy had a problematic erection that he simply "could not let his Auntie see,"... and consequently he was most hesitant at leaving the water. He stood waist deep in the pool, his hands down before him, looking about as if he were deciding what to do, (and with a great deal of uncertainty).

"Billy," Maggie said with a look of amusement, "I know what your dilemma is, and it's perfectly natural. You've an erection; just a normal reaction from a healthy male body,"

Her words didn't seem to convince him in the least. He started to move to the steps but with his hands down, shielding his shame before him, (as if he'd just suffered a complete and catastrophic attack of modesty).

"BILLY!" she scolded, "oh DO stop being so silly, and drop those hands, (you look like a right proper pervert the way you're blocking and cupping at yourself)."

He promptly dropped his hands (and his modesty), emerging from the pool. He could feel his auntie's eyes following every inch of his body, (and lingering on the more interesting inches). At the top of the steps he paused as she offered him her hand.

"Look here," she said, pointing to her nipples which were in quite a state of painfully swollen agitation from she rubbing her sex upon his member back at the pool's far end, " why, my titty-nubs are all worked up into beestung little bon bons, and you don't see me being all worried about it, yes? Now come on; let's focus on getting some lovely sun, as I'd said before,"

He walked to the deck chairs with her. It really didn't feel all that awkward, for him. Despite his wobbly priapism pointing out ahead of him like a randy compass needle, his auntie didn't pay much attention, (or so things seemed). She was too good to be caught peeking. She knew how to throw a sideways glance and get a proper view of, well..."things."

By this time Gwennie was already at the deck chairs with two glasses brimming with ice and a lovely old "glug-glug" fish jug filled with something. Billy judged the beverage to be cold, the way the jug was perspiring, (nearly as much as he, in fact).

They turned the deck chairs about; facing them to sun as it climbed higher to noon. Auntie Maggie reached into a bag and produced a bottle of sun oil as Gwennie mentioned something about scooping up the clothes at the far end of the pool. As Gwen started off to the heap of discarded clothes and bathing attire, she stole a glance at Billy's prominent erection and overall nakedness; although she was a far better hand at it than even Maggie had been. Just like her employer, she liked immensely what she saw!

Now Gwennie made quick brisk steps to the clothes, hoping to find what she and Maggie had suspected would be in Billy's jeans. The two women had planned this meticulously the night before. It had to be there... it simply HAD TO!

She wasn't to be disappointed. As she picked up the soggy items at the edge of the pool, she felt Billy's pockets. It was there, his phone. That silly sot, it was left unlocked...

TSK TSK! CARELESS CARELESS!

Back at the chairs Auntie Maggie and her nephew had plopped themselves down. Maggie was now in the process of applying sun oil to herself and pretending to be quite interested in the procedure, being ever so fastidious as to where her fingers slapped the gooey glop about her person. In truth she was watching Billy behind her sunglasses; observing with wicked satisfaction that he stole a glance here and a little peek there whilst she swooshed the oil on her breasts, belly, and legs. She then found herself struck by a wicked bit of inspiration.

She'd noticed when she'd anointed her already nubbly-wubbly erect nipples that her nephew's attention had been most keen indeed, (and that his problematic erection "hopped" a bit in his lap). She had to suppress a giggle at that and pretended to sneeze a * ka-choo* as opposed to letting go with cruel chuckle. She now contemplated just what would happen if she slapped a bit of oil on quim and clit before his wandering eyes. Would the boy react in the same fashion?

Well, one way to find out!

She squirted some oil in her palm and parted her legs a bit ...actually more than a bit, (in fact they were most-apart and with her feet and knee's raised even). She now reclined back against her chair, pointing the lovely split-loaf of her sex skyward to the sun, (as if she intended for that glowing ball up in the sky to come on down and have its filthy way with her)! She slicked up her bare shaven pinkness and watched as her lovely nephew Billy ... stole yet another peek. She saw the cock again, jump. Ooooh he liked what he saw!

She ran oily fingers about her outer lips and then upon her hooded bean, pretending that it needed anointing. The cock of her nephew hopped again appreciatively, and now she saw him staring as if he'd just seen his first train derailment.

Time to get bolder still girl.

She sawed her fingers back and forth along the hood of her puffy throbbing lady-bean; young eyes following her feverish hands intently. She presently peeled back her clitoral hood and began stroking the bare wicked bean itself while she puckered her lips in a pouty "O." She noticed with glee that his rampant cock now hopped like a Richter scale, a bit of slimy pre-ejaculate dew forming a teardrop at the tip.

She plunged her hand forward and inward, sending a pair of fingers down deep inside herself; bringing her knees back further and her bare heels higher still, her red painted toes opening and closing on the very end of her lovely little feet from her self-inflicted pleasure. She worked that naughty hole, keeping her fingers inside where it was warm wet and oh so lovely; strumming her core lightly with her hand. Her mouth fell open as her chest rose and fell as her gasps filled the air.

Her fingers poked and stroked... and rubbed oh so frantically now. She could see quite clearly Billy's cock jumping and swaying just inches from her like a leaky metronome; the first trickily tear of pre-ejaculate treacle running down the shaft as his dilated pupils followed every stroke of her absolutely shameless self-abuse.

Billy's nostrils flared as his auntie inserted a third finger... and finally at last a fourth; now sawing back and forth inside her sodden gash of a hole and grinding the heel of her hand against her painfully swollen clitoris. It was then she looked over her glasses and locked her wicked green eyes upon him. This throbbing rude spectacle of adolescent male arousal and perfectly unabashed desire for her, served only to toss more petrol upon her already roaring flames. She wanted to be desired; wanted to be hungered for and devoured, and just one chair width from her she could see a famished impressionable, more than willing to tuck-in if she so much as gave him the go-ahead!

He instantly looked away in shame, as if her very gaze had stung his eyes. His hands came up to shield his erection. She spoke.

"Billy?"

He pretended to look a hundred miles away off into the extreme distance, (but was in fact staring directly into a thick hedge not ten paces from the edge of the patio). He felt perfectly foolish and horribly aroused (mortified even), yet he screwed up the courage to turn and look her right in her green mischief-makers, that peered at him over the darkest of sunglasses as her long eyelashes fluttered coquettishly for his benefit and delectable torment.

"Yes Auntie Maggie?"

"Might you," she asked, extracting her fingers to now tease her greasy clitty-nub, "tell your auntie if you think this is a good colour of nail polish?"

His eyes watched her busy fingers doing perfectly shameful things to herself and to his credit, he did his best to scrutinize the colour. For a moment he'd the expression of a scientist examining a rare species of orchid; plucked from the deepest part of the Amazon rainforest. He tried to put up a show of not being gob smacked. He even sniffed as if considering things hard, (all the more appropriate as things were frightfully hard in his lap now).

"No," he said, "that's a lovely shade of red. Quite attractive actually, I think..."

"Yes," she agreed, continuing to rub herself; now and again teasing around her slickened puffy twat-hole with its pink flesh shining in the sun, "I believe it all matches my painted toes marvelously,"

With her free hand she pulled one of her pretty feet higher, as if attempting to show him what it was she'd meant. Her other hand of course now dove into her pink Venus grotto; immediately commencing to plunge itself gently within for a good ole-fashioned "in and out." It was as if she were a drill rig searching for oil at the ruddy bottom of the North Sea by Billy's estimate!

Still he acted like this all was simply not happening. Instead, he nodded and agreed with her, saying something most unintelligible. He was... unhorsed and most unsettled; delightfully-so, (but most unsettled just the same)!

"Ooooh... what on earth is wrong Billy?" she asked innocently, a pout on her lips as she scrutinized him over her glasses again, "Why are you holding your lap so?"

"Well, you see," he began uncomfortably, " I just ... well, my thing is..."

"IS THE FACT," she interrupted him, "that I'm in the process of oiling myself disturbing you? Is it causing distraction?"

In the feeblest attempt at denial his head began to shake 'No,' and he stuttered something again to the negative, (although it was quite unintelligible). Nobody was convinced. All giggles and flirty eyelash flutters over her sunglasses, Auntie Maggie dropped her legs and interrupted him once again.

"Oh dear boy," she corrected, "as I told you earlier; erections are quite normal. Oh, and if you've issue with my oiling myself down here in my lady bits, well... I just wanted to ensure I was properly slicked-up before that ghastly sun did me harm... anywhere. Oh and yes, if I thrashed against my hand in the process... well again, tis only natural."

He was about to agree and echo her words with only natural yes of course Auntie, however she cut him off. Apparently allowing him to get in a word in edgewise was not her intent. She continued with her lewd lecture explaining,

"We are physical beings and such things feel good to us, they feel right... healthy even. You know of such things yes? Your mummy has had talks and I'm certain in school you've..."

"Oh yes yes yes," he said (it now being apparently his turn to interrupt), "I know everything about that, (not to worry). Nothing about that I'd find upsetting."

His mouth was brimming with half-truths of course. He did indeed, know about such things but the reality of it as was; he was most taken off-guard by this morning's events in their entirety. Even with girls he'd had some horizontal sweaty experience with, he'd simply never seen a woman behaving in such an aggressive fashion, (that is, outside of a few videos and training films he'd seen late at night on the internet).

"Oh well good," Auntie Maggie replied, standing turning her chair towards his and bringing its back up before his whilst dropping the feet, "it wouldn't do to have any prudes in this family,"

"What is it you are doing Auntie?" Billy asked.

"Turn your chair about facing mine and raise the back like I've done," she told him, "I am going to put some oil upon you. Don't want you to simply go all pink and crispy,"

"Oh no," he assured her, "I'm perfectly fi..."

"Now don't argue," she interrupted. She was far better at interruptions than he... and she'd considerably more practice at it, (especially when conversing with men).

He gave in without a fight. Perhaps he thought, it had all been his post-adolescent mind playing cruel tricks on him. He knew he was all hormones, rude thoughts, and miscalculations. Perhaps he'd seen her doing just what she'd said, applying a bit of lotion ... to things. He'd never seen a woman... apply to herself down-there... outside of the internet. Oh dear.

Hmmmn.No, it had to have been a trick of his mind, (he was certain of this much).

He'd no sooner sat back down in the chair with its back straight up and the foot rest down than he found she came at him with the oily palms; slathering his chest and shoulders with great zeal and energy. Her hands felt nice. Her hands felt soothing... oily even. Her fingers felt... HIS NIPPLES?

Oh dear.

He now felt the tweak and tug of familial female fingertips and thumbs upon his nips, before they dropped away for more oil from the bottle. Auntie's hands came up again all gloppy and shiny, traveling up and down his arms; first the right, then the left. Auntie then took up both his hands, rubbing greasy thumbs in lovely deep circles in in his palms in a manner that he found OH SOOOOO exquisitely soothing. She then twisted and squeezed at each and every one of his fingers, (her fingertips making a snappy little POP sound the end of each digit).

Well, he figured, that's not so bad. It all actually feels quite nice.

He attempted a glance into her face, to see where her eyes were. He couldn't tell; those sunglasses being a bit too dark, (and that sun was frightfully bright). He ended up looking away, shy again. What the hell did he need to see her face for anyhow? He was enjoying the pampering touch of her fingers and each greasy swoooosh and tickle felt nothing short of bloody marvelous.

Her hands had by now moved to his flanks; oiling them up and down and then crossing back and forth his flat stomach with its happy trail of hair running from his navel to his cock. Her hands... tickled. It felt nice again, just a light airy touch with just enough push into his flesh for it to also feel all so quite shiats-uiy and Eastern to him.

"Right," she announced, "now drop the back of your chair ...all the way down, and raise that footrest up. I want you to recline on your back."

Well, she WAS the boss and all.

He did as requested. He soon found himself lying upon his back, having somewhat forgotten about his problematic erection which had not really subsided so much as ceased its murderously painful throb. The truth was, his erection was still very much self-evident and for the most part, Auntie's eyes had never left it. Those dark glasses were a FIND, and she damned well knew it!​