She gasped as Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. ‘God, Aunt Holly, have you always been this much of a freak?’ he said.
As her nephew forced his tongue back inside her, she realised the answer was yes; she had merely been too afraid to express it until now. Now forty, all she could do was make up for lost time.
Holly arched her back as Tom pushed on the balls of the dildo, straining her insides and conjuring a whit of intoxicating pain. She squealed into Tom’s neck, muffling herself with his body.
‘I think it’s about time you had a real cock,’ Tom whispered in her ear.
‘Yes please,’ she whimpered, ‘I want you inside me.’
Holly lay back and spread her legs. Tom removed his gift with almost surgical care, savouring the squelch as it vacated her sodden cunt.
‘Now come here,’ Holly pleaded.
He wasn’t immediately forthcoming, choosing instead to taunt her desire. He snaked the tip of the dildo up her body, leaving a slick trail of arousal in its wake. Holly moaned as it he guided it up her sternum and circled her breasts and nipples.
She fingered her desperate pussy, an attempt to quell its protest at being ignored. ‘Please,’ she begged.
Tom shifted above her, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. At the same time, he pressed the head of the dildo to Holly’s lips.
‘I want you to taste your pussy while I fuck you,’ he said.
Without hesitation, she took the dildo from him and welcomed it between her lips. Her taste buds tingled at the memory of the long-forgotten flavour, triggering flashbacks of when she and Jim had enjoyed a healthy sex life.
‘That’s it. Suck it, Aunt Holly.’
She obliged with fervour and, as promised, Tom buried his cock in his aunt’s pussy.
Holly paused her sucking to receive him, heart racing as his familial rod burrowed into her, obliterating the gravest of moral lines.
‘Keep sucking,’ Tom said.
She returned her attention to the dildo, lapping up every sweet drop of pussy juice as Tom fucked her with a slow and deep rhythm. Her first thought was how much bigger than Jim he was, and although the dildo was larger still, it was nothing compared to the blood-hardened cock of a living, breathing man, horny for her.
‘How do you taste?’
‘Mm-hmm,’ she sounded through her full mouth.
Her gargled reply spurred Tom on; he sped up his thrusts to a point where it was difficult for Holly to concentrate on her toy. Her nephew’s cock was hitting nerve endings not stimulated in decades, a feeling intensified by the redundancy of her eyes in the pitch-black room.
Tom suddenly pulled out, leaving her empty and cold like she’d been tossed outside on a winter’s night. She pulled at his hips, willing him back in, but instead he reached over her, pulling out the pillow from under her head.
‘What are you doing?’ she said.
Without giving an answer, he lifted her, put the pillow under her bum, and stabbed his cock back into her cunt.
‘Oh, fuck,’ Holly squealed, immediately putting her hands to her mouth.
‘Shh,’ Tom warned, ‘you don’t want to wake up your sister.’