“I had been avoiding looking lower than his face, but now I did. That’s when I got my first real view of Doug’s cock.”
The word “cock” made me give an involuntary shudder. I shifted in my chair.
“It must be over eight inches long, and thick, really thick. The head of it is even wider at its start, where the purplish ring surrounds it. I dried his stomach and avoided his penis. ‘My legs, Aunt Gail’ and he put pressure on my shoulders. My knees were weakened to begin with, but there I found myself kneeling in front of your son. I dried one leg, then the other, keeping my head down the whole time. I let my eyes come up and just inches from my face was the tip of his cock. A little bead of fluid was at the end.”
“I stood up and told him ‘Okay, you do the rest’ but he took my hand and said ‘You don’t need the towel for this part’ and put my hand on his hot cock. I made a motion to pull back, but he held me there until I grasped it. I couldn’t believe I was in the middle of my own yard with Doug—Doug who had played there all his life. Now he was playing another game. A game with his stupid Aunt. In a soft voice he said ‘Let’s go inside.'”
Gail’s phone rang loudly on the table and made us both jump. “Hello?” she said into it then listened for a few seconds. Then she looked at her watch. She said, “Oh, Mr. Eldon, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and will be there in five minutes. Just hang on, and I’ll be right there!”
“Client?” I asked, knowing the answer. Gail was a Real Estate agent and had appointments at all hours of the day and evening.
“How could I have lost track of the time? Gotta go!” She finished her coffee and took her cup and mine to the sink.
We walked out to our cars and I asked, “Can’t you tell me what happened next? I mean … anything?”
“No time,” she said, and got in her car.
When Gail was in business mode, she was focused to the max. I got in my car, started it and stared straight ahead, visions of all she had told me swimming in front of my eyes.
That’s when a sharp rap at my window made me jump. It was Gail. She made the motion to roll down the window.
“One thing I WILL tell you,” she said and looked around her.
“Yeah?”
She leaned close and said: “Doug made me cum!”
“WHAT?”
“Your son made me cum harder than I ever did before! EVER!”
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I turned the pages of my magazine as I sat on the couch in the living room, but I don’t remember a single one. I doubt if any even registered on my brain.
It was stunning enough that Gail was pregnant. Shocking that Doug was the father. But—the way Gail described it—the audacious seduction by my son … THAT was the most shameful of all.
I heard the back door open and slam, my son’s trademark.
“DOUG! In here!” I called.
“I’ve got things to do, Mom!” he called back.
“In here! NOW!”
When Doug rounded the corner, i didn’t look at him the same way. Always before I had seen the same handsome, strong boy I’d raised for 18 years. Now I saw a young man, a man who had sex with a woman his mother’s age, a woman he had known all his life. And, he had gotten her pregnant.