Chapter 1

Fred Mitchell propped himself up against his pillows and sipped a beer while his wife, Millie, fluttered her fingers lightly up and down his thighs.

In the process of teasing him, she had become aroused and her fingers caressed him erotically. She lay on her side and moved her fingers near his crotch. She barely brushed his balls with her fingertips and lightly touched his cock.

She thought about her teenage nephew in the room next door and her own two children who were sleeping down the hall. At thirty-eight the pert brunette had a good life, and she was even more appreciative since her sister-in-law, Laura, had arrived.

Laura was Fred's younger sister and Eric's mother. Her husband had walked out on her and she and the blonde boy were spending some time with the Mitchells.

How lucky I am! Millie thought as she shifted her position and watched her shortie robe open to reveal the fur triangle between her legs.

When she leaned forward, her tits became exposed and she let them fall against Fred's arm. He still loved her tits, even after all the years of their marriage. And it was true, they were still high and pointed and full. Bearing two children hadn't caused then to sag or droop.

Fred's eyes were glued to the television screen, but that didn't stop his cock from growing under her caresses. When she cupped his balls, he turned and glanced at her and blew her a kiss.

She smiled and curled her fingers around his prick-shaft while she covered his balls with her free hand. She encircled his cock-root with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed tight.

He groaned when she moved the tight ring halfway down the length of his dick. She pulled lightly on his sensitive skin and moved it up and down the hardening center of his rod.

She relaxed her grip and tightened it and rubbed one nipple against his arm. "Give me a sip, honey," she said.

He moved the can of beer to her lips.

Sometimes it was nice just to jerk Fred off. She'd bring him to a climax and then she'd masturbate before they went to sleep. After so many years of marriage, they had their own little ways of doing things. Even though the sex wasn't as exciting as it had been, the lusty brunette tried to think of ways of keeping things alive.

Now she fondled his balls and pumped his prick and he stopped watching the television screen. He gazed at her fingers as she moved his cock-skin up and down his stiffening prick.

He smiled when she placed a finger over the tiny slit in his cockhead. Her finger came away wet with his spunk and she washed the head of his prick with the thick whitish juice.

In a moment his mushroomy, purplish cockhead glistened with his cream. She caressed the flared rim under his knob and once again began jerking him off.

She held his fuck-stick tightly in the middle and stroked her fingers from tip to base. Soon she increased the tempo of her stroking and dragged her hand forcefully to the base of his shaft.

She frigged him faster and faster, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. When his face contorted, she slowed her stroking and he shut his eyes and leaned against the pillows.

"Jesus, honey, that's some finger-action," he said.

And then he came and Millie felt his jism shoot out of his shaft. She quickly leaned over and directed the spray over her tits. She pumped him vigorously and by the time he was through her tits were drenched with his thick cream.

She threw her robe off and wiped the spunk from her tits and licked her fingers clean. She spread her legs and worked her cunt-muscles. Now she was ready to masturbate. Jerking Fred off had heated her pussy and licking up his jizz was the first course. Now she was ready for the entree.

"Want me to do that?" Fred said sleepily as he rolled onto his belly and faced her.

"No, I'll do it, hon," she said.

There were times when she liked Fred to bring her off and times when she preferred doing it to herself. Tonight she wanted to do it herself.

Her tits bounced voluptuously as she caressed her inner thighs and her beaver. She knew it was because she wanted to think about her nephew, Eric. Ever since the boy had arrived, she'd thought of nothing else. He was the same age as her son, John, and she knew it wasn't right to think about the teenager sexually, but she couldn't help it. Anyway, it couldn't hurt to fantasize that it was her tow-headed nephew fondling her pussy.

She pictured the boy's crotch. He had a tiny ass and the bulge between his legs fascinated her. She wondered what his cock and balls were like. She found herself wondering too what John's prick was like.

I'm terrible, she thought with a smile as she caressed her erect nipples. They're just children!

Still, she pretended it was Eric's fingers stroking her thighs and Eric's hand rubbing her tits.

She licked her lips and tilted her ass up. She wondered if Eric was a virgin. She knew John wasn't. She grimaced to herself. She wondered if her daughter, Pattie, was a virgin.

That's a laugh, she thought. If I ever saw a hellcat, it's my daughter.

Now she stretched her legs and gazed down at the dark patch between her thighs. She opened and closed her legs and cupped her jiggling tits.

Her pussy tingled with excitement as she pictured Eric crouched between her legs and licking her cunt. She would clamp her thighs shut around his sweet face. She would squeeze him hard, but he wouldn't complain. He would lick her gash from her clit to her asshole and even stick his tongue into her pussy-hole.

She tugged at her nipples fiercely and clawed at her cunt. Hot juice oozed out of her pussy and wet the sheets. Her mouth fell open and her breathing was irregular. If only it were possible to actually make love with Eric! If only it wouldn't be incest!

Millie had cheated on Fred occasionally. She knew Fred had cheated on her too, but they were both discreet. But her own nephew? A mere boy? Did she dare?

Now she rubbed one hand over her tits and toyed with the soft curls of her cunt-bush. She stroked her cunt-mound and her belly and gyrated her hips.

She probed her slit with a fingertip and pushed it inside her cunt. It was warm and wet inside her cuntlips and her delicate woman-folds were pliant and soft with desire.

She worked her finger into her cunthole and wiggled it around. She buried it knuckle-deep inside herself and made gurgling sounds deep in her throat.

She moved a second finger into her pussy and then a third and pumped them in and out. She writhed her ass and finger-fucked herself, thrusting her fingers into her cunt and using them like a cock.

Her cuntlips were wide-spread and she used her thumb to caress her clit. And she came, her back arched and waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through her.

When she had recovered and gone to the bathroom to pee, she padded back to bed and tried to sleep. She continued thinking about Eric, but by now it had become an obsession. She knew in her heart that she would seduce the boy. Right or wrong, she had to fuck him.

It happened the very next day. She found herself home alone with the boy. It's fate, she thought as she made him a sandwich for lunch. If it wasn't meant to be, God wouldn't have arranged for me to be alone with him.

He wolfed down his sandwich and she poured herself some coffee and sat down across from him in the sunny kitchen.

"I love to see a boy with a healthy appetite," she said.