Chapter 8

Millie dropped her robe to the floor and stepped into the shower.

"Damn!" she muttered when she realized there was only a sliver of soap in the dish.

She stepped under the hot spray and let the water wash over her body and her short black hair. It felt good. Good to be alive and good to have the warm spray cascading over her body.

"You in there, Aunt Millie?" Eric said from outside the door.

"Yes, and I need some soap," Millie cried out. Not only could the boy bring the soap in, he could stay and join her in the shower.

"Where is it, Auntie?" the boy said.

"In the linen closet outside," Millie said.

On the stairway, Laura stood still and watched her son walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him. What's going on in there? she thought to herself. She'd been living in her brother's home long enough so that nothing shocked her anymore.

She tiptoed over to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it. That devil, Millie, she thought. She's going to fuck Eric in the shower.

When Eric walked into the bathroom and handed his aunt the soap, he made no move to leave. She pushed the shower curtain aside and wrinkled her nose.

"Waiting for an invitation?" she said.

The boy grinned. "You bet."

"You're invited," she winked.

"Oh, boy!" Eric said as he stripped his clothes off.

Millie left the shower curtain open and watched the boy undress as she soaped herself. She rubbed her lathered hands over her full firm tits and her pussy oozed when her nephew's prick came into view. It was true it wasn't as big as John's, but there was something sweet about it. John's cock was so big, she always had trouble sucking it, while Eric's was just the right size.

She massaged the lather into her cunt-muff. God, she loved giving head! She salivated at the prospect of having Eric's prick in her mouth. She'd bob her head back and forth and take his knob all the way into her throat.

She knew Laura suspected something was going on between them. And although Millie and Laura had become very close, Millie hadn't admitted it. There was something perverse about telling the boy's mother she was fucking him. And it was a secret she preferred keeping for the present.

Now Millie raised one leg and washed her soft inner thighs and the hairy lips of her pussy. Eric stepped into the shower and closed the curtain, his eyes glued to her stroking hands.

"You like?" she teased, holding her cuntlips apart and showing him the red meat of her pussy.

He nodded and licked his lips. "Sure."

When the soap slipped out of Millie's hand, she bent over to get it and the lips of her cunt spread wider. She turned her head and giggled.

"Are you getting a good look at my asshole?" she said.

He grinned. "Yeah."

"Did you ever cornhole a girl?" she said.

"Nope."

"Interested?"

He snickered and looked down. "Sure."

Millie wantonly squeezed her tits and pointed her nipples at the boy's face. "Maybe I'll let you some time."

Her tits tingled as she teased the boy. She rubbed herself against his arm and nibbled his earlobe. She took his hand and forced it between her legs and in a moment he was caressing her cunt.

"You like fucking me, don't you?" she said.

He nodded and rubbed his fingers around her pussy.

"Do you like fucking me better than girls your own age?"

"Yeah."

"How come?"

"I think women my mom's age are real sexy."

Millie raised her eyebrows. "Have you ever fucked your mother?"

"Hell, no! She'd never let me!"

"How do you know if you've never tried?"

The boy thrust his finger inside his aunt's twat. "I just know," he muttered.

"That's nice, darling, but put another finger in," she said and the boy obediently added a second finger to her pussy. "That's better," she said. "Now slide them in and out and rub my clittie while you do it. Now, then, what makes you think your mother isn't a sexy lady too? Or do you think I'm a tramp?"

He grimaced. "Oh, no, I don't think you're a tramp, Aunt Millie."

She gently rubbed her tits and thrust her pussy at his stroking fingers. "Then what is it? Your mother doesn't even have a husband around to take care of her sexual needs. I do. And still I let you fuck me." She sighed. "You must think I'm a tramp."

"Jesus, Aunt Millie, I think you're the greatest," the boy said and he looked so earnest Millie took pity on him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him. "I know you do, sweetie," she said. "And I think you're the greatest too. And I love, no, I adore your body. Hold me tight. Real tight. I love when you hold me like that."

They stood together under the shower spray hugging. She poked her tits into the boy's chest and grabbed his asscheeks in her hands.

"I love you, Aunt Millie," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, honey, we're going to have such a good time," she said. "Maybe I'll bend down right now and let you fuck me under the shower. Do you think you'd like that? I know I would."

"Jesus, Auntie, whatever you say!" The boy's face was flushed and his upper lip twitched.

"Here," she said, handing him the bar of soap. "Wash me."

The boy rubbed the soap between her legs and her clit tingled with desire. She continued rubbing her tits in a circular motion while the boy masturbated her.

She squatted down to give him plenty of room and soon her cunt-bush was white with foam. Her hair clung to her face in ringlets and her eyes sparkled with a combination of excitement and anticipation.

She bent over and held onto the towel rack and the boy rubbed the bar of soap inside her asscrack. She turned her head and gazed back at him, prying her asscheeks open.

His hands felt like velvet on her butt and turned her pussy into a swamp of desire. "Stick your finger in my asshole!" she hissed and the boy inched his little finger into her bung.

"Jesus, Aunt Millie, did you mean what you said before?" he said as he sawed his finger in and out of her butt-hole.

"Yes, I meant it," she said. "Use a bigger finger. It feels good."

He pulled his little finger out of her bung and inserted the tip of his index finger. "Tell me if it hurts," he said.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "Push it all the way in."

He thrust his finger root-deep into her bung and the horny brunette wiggled her ass and clung to the towel rack. Cunt-honey dripped from her pussy and drenched her thighs. She thrust her ass back at the boy's stroking finger and moved one hand to her pussy to caress her cunt.

"That's the way, honey," she moaned. "Keep that up and Auntie will come right now."

"I'll do my best," Eric croaked. His voice was still changing and when he became excited it cracked.

"Tongue it!" Millie said suddenly. "Here, I'll rinse off and then you can tongue it." She quickly rinsed her butt under the shower spray and resumed her position with her legs wide-spread.

The boy shoved his face against her asscrack. He tongued her quivering bung and darted his tongue down to her pussy. She went wild with arousal and yelled for him to stick his tongue in her cunt.

He slithered his tongue around her gash and she held her asscheeks apart and moaned loudly. "Now stick it in my asshole!" she cried. "Stick your tongue in my asshole and ream it out!"

Amazingly, he was able to force the very tip of his tongue into her butt. She pushed her ass back at his sucking mouth and he forced the rest of his tongue inside, using it like a cock to caress her bowels.

"Don't stop, Eric!" she hissed. "Don't stop! I'll come in a minute! Don't you stop!"