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Subject: Marcie (FM, aunt, cousin)
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Note: I expanded and edited ³Mom, My Cousin, and Me² by Jack Paterno and
Jason Bourney. This revison is told exclusively from the cousin¹s point of
view and focuses only on the aunt and the cousin, not the son. I apologize
for taking the authors¹ story and modifying it.

Marcie, Part 1 of 2

I saw the car pull up and ran out to greet Paul and his mother, my sexy
Aunt Marcie. I opened the door for her and watched her legs as she got
out. 

³Why, thank you, Tim.² What service. What a gentlemen you are.²

By placing myself forward and behind the door, I was able to get a peak at
her silky pink legs above the hem of her short black skirt. As she lifted
her right leg out and placed it down on the ground, for a brief moment her
legs were apart until she swung the other over and down. Had it been been
a stranger or anyone else but me helping her out, would she have been more
careful, more ladylike? I wondered. Or was she even aware that I was
staring at her legs at all?

During that brief moment I got a good look, indeed, at Marcie¹s sexy legs.
A damn good thing I had remembered to flip on the outside floodlight or
else I would have seen nothing but shadows between her legs! As it was, I
saw a flash of white flesh where her pink stockings ended on her thighs.
The stockings were held by by black straps. Damn! She was wearing garters!
And with her husband out of town! And where her legs came together, I saw
the silky white crotch of her thin, lace-trimmed panties. God, what I
wouldn¹t give for a better, longer view! My cock was already hard!

Although I had been with a few young teenage girls, I had never made love
to a mature woman. The idea of fucking a sexy lady nearly twice my age was
stimulating. Even more erotic was the idea of doing something I shouldn¹t,
like committing incest, especially with someone, for instance, like
fucking my Aunt Marcie full of cum!

Paul and I were trapped on a Friday night at my parents¹ dull party. We
were the only teenagers there. I had just got an apartment, and we were
planning to room together while attending a college nearby in the fall.
Paul had just graduated from high school, and I had somehow made it
through my first year of college.

I loved watching Marcie. She was the only person at the party worth
looking at. God damn, she was sexy. Was it my imagination, or was she was
always teasing me? Sometimes she would accidentally bump into me and brush
her big tits against my chest. After a few drinks she¹d even make
suggestive comments and giggle. Was she aware of the effect she was having
on me? It is so much more exciting than fooling around with a teenybopper,
even if she is my aunt, and a woman old enough to be my mother! 

I remembered how we had danced on New Year¹s Eve. Uncle Jack was more
interested in getting potted than in dancing, and Marcie begged me to
dance with her, practically pulling me out on the crowded, noisy dance
floor.

That night she had worn a flowing spectacular red dress. It was loose at
the top, revealing the tops of her huge breasts. She had been drinking a
lot and was tipsy, at times nearly tripping over herself and falling,
grabbing me at times and holding on for dear life. She giggled and smiled
and seemed to be having a wonderful time.

During slow dances she had at first insisted that I hold her arm out in
classic ballroom style, but as the evening worn on, she finally consented
to having me put both my arms around her, pulling her in close.

I loved the feel of her soft breasts against my chest, and damn if I
couldn¹t feel her hard, pointed nipples harder under the thin fabric of
her dress. During one slow dance I got a good look down the top of her
dress. I saw a white lacy bra that appeared to offer bottom support but
was open at the top. Over the bra she was wearing a lacy white slip or
half-slip. Whenever she leaned forward, if I was directly above or a
little above and back, I got glimpses of her aureola and brown nipples
sticking out firmly like erasers on the end of pencils. God, how I wanted
to suck on them!

I loved her sweaty, feminine smell when I held her close, her perfume,
even the smell of liquor on her breath. She sounded particularly sexy when
she was getting so drunk that she started slurring some of her words.
During one slow number I began licking her ears and gently blowing hot air
into it.

³Tim, what are doooing? Stop! You shouldn¹t. I¹m not your girl friend. I¹m
your aunt. Stop that right now.²

But I kept on doing it, and after a few moments she started making low
moaning sounds and stopped complaining altogether. It was obvious that she
was getting turned on.

During another slow dance I pressed her chest against me tightly and
manfully moved her like my little fuck toy, making her tits rub back and
forth across my chest. I loved feeling her breasts flatten out against my
warm chest.

Her breath became ragged, especially when I when dropped my hands lower
behind her back, down until they rubbed against the sides and backs of her
thighs, feeling where her stockings stopped, feeling her garters, and the
sides of her panties. I wondered what color they were. God, I¹d love to
pull the crotch of her panties aside and lick her pussy and make her cum!
And then damned if I wouldn¹t fuck her to within an inch of her life!

Because the dance floor was so crowded, so noisy, and so dark‹except for
sparkles from a mirror ball‹no one was paying us any notice.

I cupped her ass cheeks and pressed her against my crotch and humped her a
little through the fabric of their clothes. My cock was rock hard, wanting
so badly to explode. God, what I wouldn¹t give for a chance to get her
alone and pump my cum into her!

³TIm, what are you dooooing?² she said in weak protest, but her body, too,
was moving of his own volition, rubbing back and forth against me.

When she opened her mouth again to speak, I bent down and covered her lips
with my open mouth. For a second or two she resisted, weakly trying to
pull away, but I held her tightly. Finally, she whimpered, relaxed, and
allowed me to suck on her lips and put my tongue in her mouth. She moaned
and started licking me with her tongue, too, as our bodies kept undulating
against each other.

If only I could get her alone! I would fuck her brains out for sure and
not take no for an answer! But the music stopped, the band announced a
break, and everyone started walking off the dance floor, which allowed
Marcie to break away. ³I¹ve got to go to the ladies¹ room. I¹ll meet you
back at the table.² I was left in the middle of the dance floor, alone,
except for a huge throbbing erection in my trousers.

Shortly afterwards it was near midnight and everyone stayed at the table,
blowing noisemakers and acting crazy as they counted down the final
seconds of the old year. When everyone started jumping around, screaming
³Happy New Year!² and kissing one another, I got a quick, sloppy kiss from
Marcie, who then whispered in my ear, ³You¹re such a naughty boy. But this
is our secret. Please don¹t tell anybody what happened out on the dance
floor. Thank you for making your old aunt feel soooooooo gooood tonight.²

³Hey, Tim, I¹ve got a big favor to ask you.² Paul¹s words interrupted my
sweet memory. ³It¹s been a long day for me, but Mom¹s still going strong.
Would you be willing to drive her home later when she¹s ready?²

³Sure, man, no problem.² Would I mind? If he only knew how much I wanted
to fuck his mother silly, he¹d have thought twice!

Paul asked Marcie if it was okay, and she agreed. ³Hey, I have an idea,²
she said. ³If you¹re still up when we get home, maybe the three of us
could play some games or watch a video together on TV." 

³Sure, Mom, if I¹m still up. Don¹t forget, I¹ve got to get up early
tomorrow.² Paul waved to us and left.

Marcie walked up to me, pressing her tits into my chest, and whispered in
my ear. ³It looks like I¹m yours for the rest of the night. I want you to
take good care of me.² She smiled and walked off and began talking to some
people on the other side of the room.

Don¹t worry, Marcie. I plan to take good care of you tonight, very good
care of you. You can depend on it. My cock was hard and throbbing at the
thought.

Her suggestion about watching videos appealed to me, but I wanted to get
her alone. What fun could I have if Paul was still up? How would he feel
about watching his his mother get banged silly by her nephew? And if Paul
were asleep, what I could then? She¹d probably ask me to leave, and if she
didn¹t, any noise we¹d make would quickly wake him up.

Maybe we could go somewhere and park? No, she wouldn¹t go for that. She¹s
no teenager, that¹s for sure!

My new apartment! I had to get her over there. More privacy, more control,
no easy escape‹and no one to be bothered by a little noise.

A little later Marcie was ready to leave, and I suggested we stop by and
rent a couple of videos to watch. She stayed in the car while I ran in and
came quickly out with two movies.

³You know, Aunt Marcie, you¹ve never seen my new apartment where Paul and
I will be rooming. Why don¹t we swing by so I can show it to you? Paul¹s
probably asleep by now, and we could watch the videos there and not wake
him up. I¹ve even got a little wine in the frig. What¹d you say?²

³Well, since your uncle¹s off to a business convention for a week, I ought
to be entitled to some fun, too, shouldn¹t I? So let¹s go. This is like a
date. I haven't been out on any dates since I used to go out with your
uncle before we got married." She turned a little red. "I really used to
like those," and she blushed even more.

As we walked in the apartment, I took a good look at Paul¹s mother, and I
had to admit, I liked what I saw. She¹s short‹judy slightly over five feet
tall. She was wearing a fairly short black skirt and high heels, with pink
stockings that looked great on her big, full legs. She was also wearing a
tight white blouse that emphasized her breasts. Marcie¹s knockers didn¹t
need to be emphasized. The way those tight jugs of hers jiggled and
bounced would draw attention if she were wearing a burlap sack.

Marcie sat down next to me on the small couch in front of the TV. I
immediately handed her some wine. I hope this will help loosen up your
sweet lips, Marcie! She smiled at me like a naughty schoolgirl.²Honey,
please don't tell your uncle about my drinking. He doesn't like it, and I
don't handle it well at all, OK?" I nodded and smiled back. She was
already a bit gone and this would really do her in. I could hardly wait.

Her life with my Uncle Jack had apparently conformed into a boring routine
over the years. Without realizing it, she had devoted her life to him and
her children while he had become almost totally involved in a successful
business career. Neither was really at fault, but they had just kind of
slipped into their roles. Therapy and self-evaluation wasn't on their
agenda, and they were into the typical 40's and Œ50's male/female roles.
So, while they still loved each other, the magic had just faded away
without their realizing it. I thought my aunt had become disappointed with
the lack of passion as a result, but whether she realized it or not, her
life was about to change tonight, and it certainly wouldn't be lacking in
passion!

As we waited for the movie to begin, I noticed that Marcie was becoming a
little careless with her skirt. She was definitely showing a lot more of
her full, stocking-clad thighs than was normal. I kept eyeing her legs and
brushing my hand up against her knees every time I had the chance. But,
nice leg-show or not, it was Marcie¹s fucking tits that really got my
attention first. I watched them jiggle and bounce whenever she moved, and
I could barely take my eyes off them‹even though I obviously wanted to get
my hands on her legs, too.

I turned the lights down and lit some incense in an ashtray to set a
pleasant mood. ³So, what¹d you get?² Marcie asked. When I said Basic
Instinct, Marcie got a bit red in the face, and said she hadn't seen it
but had heard it was a bit risqué and wasn't sure this was a good movie to
be watching with her teenaged nephew.

"We're both adults", said I, "and it's supposed to be a real
thriller.""Oh, well, then I guess it¹s OK, but you¹d better behave
yourself. She didn¹t know that it would be followed by a triple X-rated
movie, Femme, which I had heard got women really turned on.

As we were watching the movie, I kept her glass full of wine and had her
laughing at my jokes. After about three glasses, Marcie was starting to 
feel no pain and started telling off-color jokes of her own. We kept laughing 
almost the whole time through movie. I was genuinely happy to see Marcie
so loose and enjoying herself so much.

Marcie was getting giggly, and I kept telling her how beautiful and sexy
she was. ³This wine is going to end up making me sleepy,² she said with a
yawn, and her words came out a little slurred. ³I won¹t be any company for
you if I fall alseep.²

As the movie played and it got to the erotic parts, I could tell Marcie
was getting turned on by the way she kept moving her thighs back and
forth. I placed one arm behind Marcie, and every time I spoke to her about
the movie I put the other hand on her knee. She didn't seem to mind, and
finally I just left it there and stroked her knee and the top of the thigh
just above it. We kept sipping more wine, and Marcie was really enjoying
herself. 

She started to lean into me, which I took as an encouraging move and
leaned over and kissed her. Marcie kind of looked puzzled for a moment,
but then kissed me back in a kind of peck and smiled at me as she said,
"You better watch it; I might think you are getting the hots for your old
aunt."

"You may be my aunt, but you are definitely not old, and you look as foxy
as any 20 year old. I could go for a lady as sexy and sharp as you." 

"Oh, you!" she said, and leaned over and gave me another kiss. This time I
put his arms around her and didn't let her pull away. She kind of
struggled to get away, but the kiss got to her. "You naughty boy," she
said, and began to kiss me back. 

However, as soon as I really started to put my tongue into her mouth, she
pushed me away. "You are really something, but I don't think this is
proper, so you just sit here and behave yourself. With that she slid over
a foot or so. ³My goodness! I think my nephew likes older women."

By this time the first movie had finished. Back to giggling, Marcie wanted
to know what was coming up next, and I said it was a movie about
fantasies. This seemed to strike her as a good subject for a movie. ³What
kind of fantasies?²

I said I wasn't sure but that it was put together by a woman and also
directed by a woman. Marcie laughed and said she thought she might really
like this as 
women make more sensitive movies, but that I might get bored since as a
man I couldn¹t really appreciate the emotional aspects of women.

I chuckled, and said "You might be right, Aunt Marcie, but I might be more
sensitive and understanding than you think. I think you will all find this
an interesting movie." 

I put my right hand on the side of her neck and just stroked it lightly.
She reacted by moving her head over against my shoulder and just kind of
moved it back and forth slowly against it.

The movie started slowly, but when a man appeared out of a television
screen and began to strip, Marcie was really began paying attention. When
he took off his last piece of clothing and was standing there in the nude,
Marcie just looked glassy eyed at the screen and kind of went "uuhh" and
sunk into my side even more. As the actor started to undress the woman,
Marcie really started to make little moaning sounds as the movie really
was affecting her now, and the wine had completely lowered her defenses. 

I looked at my aunt and said I was tired and could I lie down and put my
head in her lap. I think Marcie was a little relieved, thinking, I
suppose, that I¹d stay still and behave and she could enjoy the movie
without me observing her reactions. By now Marcie was completely involved
in the movie, so she just nodded OK.

As I put my head in Marcie¹s lap, I may have been a lot of things but
sleepy wasn't one of them. At first I put his head down facing the movie
screen, but as Marcie squirmed and moved around as a result of watching
the movie, I turned my head toward her lap and snuggled into her.

Marcie was so involved that she didn't notice this maneuver, but she was
by now holding me close, and I was totally aroused.

I was pleased with how the evening was progressing, so far. Marcie was
bored and obviously looking for a little excitement. She was in a
semi-drunken huggy-kissy mood, and she apparently felt safe to flirt a
little as long as she remained in control. And she was obviously enjoying
teasing me. And she was drinking a lot of wine. Soon she would be too
intoxicated to think clearly‹or resist forcefully or convincingly.

I had my face on Marcie¹s lap, right above her pussy area, which lay just
under the layers of cloth of her skirt, slip, and lacy white panties. I
breathed in deeply, and, I could definitely smell her musty, feminine
fragrance filtering up through the layers of cloth. God, it smelled
sooooooooo good and got me so excited. I rolled my head a little, which
caused her open her legs a little more, and now her scent was even
stronger. I touched her stocking-covered knees and the tops of her thighs
and gently rubbed my hand along the tops of skirt-covered upper thighs
that led to where her legs came together.

One thing was for certain. I wouldn¹t be satisfied tonight until I had
finally fucked Marcie for once and for all and fucked her real good. She
was no teenager. And tonight no one was chaperoning or protecting her. I
realized that I simply had to be patient, perhaps for a little longer‹but
not much longer.

The movie had now progressed to the couple¹s beginning graphic foreplay.
When the couple began to perform oral sex on each other, Marcie seemed to
shake and quiver a bit. "You mustn¹t watch this; it's perverted. Only sick
people do that!"

I asked her if she had ever tried it, something I never before would have
asked my aunt. " Of course not!" Her strong response surprised me. Well,
even if she had negative feelings against oral sex, she was becoming very
aroused.

I raised up a little and held her tight against me, and I could feel her
erect nipples through her blouse and bra. They were like hot pebbles
against my cheek. I turned into her neck and began to nuzzle her ear,
which further aroused her, but she never turned away from the movie
screen.

I now started moving one hand up and down the top of her thighs, which
caused Marcie¹s legs to open and close with excitement. I moved one hand
to her breast and started to fondle it, to which Marcie really let out a
loud moan.  But then she suddenly became aware of her me and placing her
hand on mine, she moved it down off her breast and to her side. "Please,
don't act naughty," she said, and turned her attention back to the movie
where the couple were just beginning to join in coitus.

As the man in the movie put his cock at the entrance to the woman's vagina
and slowly pushed in, Marcie gripped me firmly. I again moved my hand to
her breast and ran it lightly across its surface. This time she simply
moaned. ³Ooooohhh, OK, but nothing else; it¹s just while we enjoy the
movie‹then you have to stop this. I can't believe you are doing this to me
and that I am letting you. This movie is just affecting me so much I don't
know what I'm doing."

Then I suddenly planted another kiss right on Marcie¹s lips. At first she
gasped and gurgled and half-yelped, and I thought she was going to pull
away or stand up or even smack me or something. But then she suddenly quit
complaining and began kissing me back. Her arms slid around my neck as she
did.

As I kissed her, I got a huge handful of one of her big tits and squeezed
and fondled it to beat hell before she finally jerked away from me and
planted herself back toward the other end of the sofa.

I slid over beside her and put my mouth back on hers. She made a pleasant
little sound of surprise, and then damned if she didn't kiss me back the
same way. Her mouth opened and mine opened, and it all felt sexy as hell.

As I kept kissing her, I boldly started unbuttoning her blouse and got
away with getting it wide open all the way down to her waist before she
even seemed to notice, and at that point she pulled her mouth away from
mine. She looked really sexy to me then, even though she was my aunt, with
her brassiere-clad breasts exposed and her waist showing in her opened
blouse.

She grew really indignant then and told me in no uncertain terms what she
thought of my actions. But I noticed that she didn't do a thing about
buttoning her blouse back up, even while she was raising hell. And all the
time she was bitching, I was seeing so much of her cleavage that I was
having trouble keeping my cock from bursting my pants.  She might be my
aunt but my cock didn't care a bit. Seeing the way her tits overflowed her
brassiere was hell of an erotic sight! Through the thin white material of
her bra I could see the shadow of her stiff brown nipples pressing against
the fabric.

I just laughed at her as she gave me hell, offered her another glass of
wine, and told her she was fun to tease. Soon I had not only sweet-talked
Marcie out of being upset but she was giggling and letting me kiss her
again and her blouse was still wide open.

Then, as we giggled and smooched, I slid my hands behind her, caught her
brassiere snaps, and undid them.  Marcie squealed again wound up in my
arms as I stifled her complaints with a kiss. She whimpered a little and
complained about what I¹d done to her, but she soon stopped complaining
and snuggled in for still more smooching.

The scene was way beyond my wildest dreams. This was my sexy Aunt Marcie I
was kissing on the sofa alone in my apartment, and not only did she forget
about her unsnapped brassiere, but she kept darting her tongue in and out
of my mouth as I kissed her. I kept fondling her legs as we necked, and
little by little I kept easing her skirt higher up her full, voluptuous
thighs.

As we kissed, I moved one of her arms out away from her neck and then
repeated the process with her other arm, and Marcie looked as if she
wondered what I was doing. I then put my hands on her bare shoulders, and
Marcie realized that I had taken her blouse all the way off of her.

When I saw her blouse on the floor of my apartment, I almost choked. What
the hell would her old man do if he saw what was happening? How about her
son Paul? Here was Marcie, intoxicated and alone in his apartment‹her
skirt was almost all the way up to her big, delectable ass. Her blouse was
completely off her, and, as I kept staring at her tits, I was determined
that she was about to lose her brassiere, too.

My cock got harder at the thought of those sweet melons being exposed. For
a moment I tried to tell myself I shouldn't think those kinds of thoughts
about my own aunt, but I still thought them anyway. Then I made a smooth
move with my hands and Marcie gasped and knew it had happened.

She looked down, and sure as hell, her brassiere was on the floor of the
apartment, too. Her firm breasts were completely exposed.

As I stared at Marcie¹s breasts with their erect nipples, I began to
groan, too, because those sweet jugs could be featured in any tit magazine
in the world. Those afternoons at the gym had really paid off as she
looked like a young girl rather than a 37-year-old mother. My aunt at
that!

Some people will say that I should have tried to stop things. After all,
this is aunt that I was undressing. I even thought about that‹as I reached
for her gorgeous breasts, unable to resist copping a feel of those lovely
melons. Then I touched the stiffness of her erect nipples, and she moaned
in response to my fingers, and I totally forgot about stopping things.

Marcie moaned something about going home as I gleefully fondled her tits,
but there wasn't any conviction in her tone at all, and I knew she didn't
mean a word of it.

For a few seconds I was so in awe of Marcie¹s bodacious knockers that I
just wanted to stare at them and admire them. But now I was a little child
who had been denied dessert for too long. I put his mouth over one of her
breast and started sucking away while kneading the other tip.

³Oh, Tim, what are you dooooooooooing,² Marcie moaned. You can look at my
breasts if you like, but don¹t, ohhhhhhhhhh, don¹t, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, suck
on them or play with them as‹ohhhhhhhhhhhh‹you¹re doing now. It¹s driving
me crazy! Oooooooooooooooooo.²

But I was not about to stop. I sucked from one to the other and then
stretched the two nipples close together so that I could run my tongue
back and forth across them both at the same time.

³Oh, please, don¹t, please stop sucking my tits.² Marcie started shaking
all over. ³You¹re making me tingle all over, especially down here,² she
said, rubbing one hand across her crotch area outside her dress.
³Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you shouldn¹t be doing this to me.²

³Remember when we were dancing New Year¹s Eve, and I kept rubbing your
tits against my chest? I wanted sooooooooooo much to pull down the top of
your dress and get at them like this.² And I again began a furious
licking, squeezing assault on her nipples.

³Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, I remember,² Marcie said. ³Well, are you happy now?
You ought to be, you naughty boy, because you are sucking them
sooooooooooooooooooooo gooooood. I didn¹t know you wanted to suck my
breasts. Ooooooooooooooooooo, yes, I want you to do this. Keep sucking.
You can suck your Marcie¹s tits as much as you want, but
pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease, don¹t stop. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Is this what you
wanted? Is it? Do you enjoy making me crazy like this? Oooooooooooo.²

³Yes, Marcie, I love it,² I answered. ³I love sucking your tits. I could
do this all night if you want me to. They are sooooooooooo sweet. With
your perfume they taste a little like strawberries. Mmmmmmmmmmmm!²

I then started moving a hand on her legs. I kept up my movement on her
breasts with my other hand and heard her moan softly; she arched her back
to move them tighter into my hand.  She didn't seem to notice my other
hand on her legs as it slowly moved under the hem of her skirt. From her
lack of resistance as I slid my hand over her thighs and hips, I knew that
I'd soon be seeing more than her legs and tits, and I was all for it.

I saw where her pink stockings ended on her thighs where her garter straps
were attached. I saw her skirt inch up past the top of her thighs until
the crotch of her silky white panties was clearly visible. As her legs
opened and closed, I was presented with close-up glimpses of her entire
panty-covered crotch. The panty fabric was so thin that I expected to see
evidence of her pubic hair underneath, but I didn¹t. I could see a small
swelling in the crotch area, evidence of some moisture there, and the
faint outline of her lips and slit. As I leaned over for a close look, I
suddenly smelled her sweet aromatic feminine scent, and it nearly drove me
out of my mind with excitement.

As my hand was moving to stroke her pubic area over her panties, suddenly
her hips jumped, and she pleaded, "Please, please stop now, I, I, you
can't do this," and she tried to get up. ³You can touch my breasts if you
want to. I¹ll even let you suck on them and play with them as much as you
want, but please don¹t touch me down there. It¹s not right.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease don¹t. I won¹t be able to stand it if you do.²

As her legs moved apart, my hand slid between her thighs and my finger
tips began gently stroking back and forth against the outside of the
crotch of her damp white panties.. 

³Noooooooooo! Please don¹t do this,² she whimpered. ³It¹s wrong. I can¹t
let you dooooooooooo this to me. Oooooooooh.²

I once again began to fondle her breasts and pull on her nipples. Her face
was tense and although she still was trying to get up I could feel her
resistance weaken. Finally with a deep sigh she relaxed back into the
seat. My hands were now free to roam all over her thighs.

I pushed some of the crotch of her white panties into her slit and then
rubbed in little circular motions where he knew her clit was

³Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo, that feels sooooooo goooooooood.²
 
I was shaking with excitement and disbelief. My cock was so hard I could
hardly stand it. I thought I was going to come right then.

I was out of my mind with excitement. I was finally touching my Aunt
Marcie in her most intimate, feminine area of her body. And I was finally
going to get a close-up view of her pink pussy.

I finally pulled the damp crotch of her white panties to one side. "Wow,
look at your sexy cunt!" I said, as I eased Marcie onto her back on the
couch. " You don¹t have a hair on it! That's the sweetest pussy I ever saw
in my life!"

Marcie not only wore garters and sexy panties, she also shaved her pussy!

³Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, please don¹t do that! I¹m shy! I don¹t want you exposing
my pussy and looking at it. Ohhhhhhhhh. Close your eyes, Tim.²

But my eyes were open wide as I now moved her moist cunt lips apart with
my fingers, exposing the wet smaller lips underneath and her star-shaped
hole to her pink moist cunt. I easily slid in one and and then two
fingers, and started moving them slowly back and forth. ³I love finger
fucking your sweet pussy, Marcie.²

"Oh, don't talk like that," Marcie groaned.  "We have to stop dooooooooing
this. This has gone way too far."

[story concluded in Part 2]

-- 
Tom Stroup
tstroup@infi.net
<<There is nothing wrong with sex on television so long as you don't fall off.>>