Chapter 7

"Brrrr, It's cold out there," Patty greeted her nephew at the doorway. "Need to get some heat..."

"No, Aunt Patty." Marty frantically cut her off. "You can't come in here."

Then, from inside, Ron loudly moaned about how much of a load he had just shot in his sister's cunt.

Patty didn't bat an eyelash, chuckling to her nephew, "Well, it certainly sounds like somebody's coming in there."

She brushed right by Marty, heading straight toward the action.

"Good fuck, kids?" she calmly asked her naked children. "It's about time your sister tried your cock on for size, Ronnie. How was he, Sal?"

"He'll do," a grinning Sally replied. "But what about you, Mom? Aren't you about due for some screwing around?"

"Said I needed some heat," Patty smirked. "But I never said it had to be from the fireplace. Any suggestions?"

"You just ran into him on your way inside, Mom," Sally said, pointing to the door. "Believe me, he's every bit as hung as Ronnie. I ought to know since I've fucked them both, just in the last few minutes. So now it's your turn to start catching up, Mom."

It was Marty, of course, who was under discussion. But they had the wrong guy, as far as he was concerned. He was getting the hell out of here. Or so he thought.

His aunt had closed the door behind her. Now when Marty tried to open it again it wouldn't budge. Wheeling back around, he saw his aunt. She moved slowly toward him, leaving a trail of her clothing behind.

"Relax," she cooed to him. "Since you're not going anyplace, just relax and enjoy it."

Patty's tits sprung free. Seeing how much they reminded him of his mothers, Marty looked away so he couldn't be tempted. But within seconds his eyes had returned to his aunt. She stripped down to reveal her bushy cunt.

"Now I know you like hairy pussies," purred Patty, running her fingers through the curly thatch between her thighs. "Cause, of course, that's exactly the kind your mother has--just like mine. I ought to know, since I've sucked and fucked her hairy pussy, just like she has mine."

Jumping to his mothers defense, Marty bristled, "My moms no dyke!"

"Neither am I," Patty answered, edging ever nearer to her nephew. "Being just a dyke's a one-way street. Now, going both ways, that's a different story. That's what any normal, healthy woman does if she's got a brain in her head to go along with the cunt between her legs."

"Well, maybe so, but I wont believe that means my mom until I hear it from her," Marty said.

"So I suppose that means you've decided you wont fuck me either unless you have your mommy's permission," Patty teased, stepped out of the last of her clothes. She was stark naked.

"Who I fuck is my own business," Marty defensively answered, too proud to admit that he'd been helplessly seduced each and every time he had gotten a piece of ass. "I can make up my own mind about where I stick my own prick."

"Hmmmm, is that so?" Patty said with a sly grin. "Then I suppose nothing I could say or do would make any difference one way or another. You've probably already made up your mind about me, right? Wouldn't matter if I did."

She dropped to her knees in front of her nephew. She unzipped his fly.

"Guess I'll know for sure about my chances," she said to him, "once I get a look at your cock. A hard-on never lies. If you don't have one for me, I might as well just give up."

She reached inside his unzipped pants. A horny smile split her face while he gulped. Then Marty watched his aunt pull out her prize and the symbol of his defeat--an uncontrollably jutting hard- on.

"My, my, what do we have here?" Patty chuckled. "Looks like I'm being appreciated, after all. Nice to know... and even nicer to suck."

She took her nephews swollen cockhead in her mouth. Marty's crotch bucked, making more of his prick surge into Patty's oral grasp. After another lurching reflex on his part made it possible for her to deep-throat him, in spite of his previous intention to resist.

Having a lock on his prick, Patty now began slurping back and forth along its thick length. Marty could not keep from rolling his hips in reply.

"Okay, I've given in this much," he rasped through his ragged breaths. "But once I come, that's it. No more. I'm not just some guy who lets his damned cock do all his thinking for him."

Overhearing this, his aunt slurped back from a mouthful of prick. "Whatever you say, Marty, darling. I wouldn't dream of making a fool of myself over a lost cause. As soon as you lose your hard-on for me, I'll get the message and leave you alone."

"Then you'd better get down on me while you can, Aunt Patty," warned Marty. "Cause, after this, I'm through."

"I'll take whatever I can get," Patty answered, then resumed cocksucking in deep-throating earnest. She squeezed her nephews balls in tandem while using her mouth like a cunt on his boner.

Marty had to admit that she was definitely an expert at giving head, no less so than her daughter or his mother. He would never get his cock sucked anywhere any better than he could in his own family, that had become obvious to him.

Then, however, he tried to exercise self-control, telling himself that enough was enough. As great as his aunt gave head, it was high time to get this over with. As soon as he had come in his aunt's mouth, he would break down the door if he had to and get off by himself to sort everything out on his own terms.

In her own way, his aunt was certainly cooperating. In addition to deep-throating his prick and squeezing his balls, she was also fingerfucking his asshole. Coming became not simply a matter of getting it over with for Marty, it was now an urgent necessity.

"Oooooh, I'm shooting it!" he cried, his cum abruptly spurting.

Patty thirstily gulped as fast as his cock gushed. At first Marty was practically pissing jizz. Then, gradually, the flow slowed down until he was dribbling the dregs form his balls. His aunt's thirst continued to the last drop. Marty realized that she wouldn't stop sucking. The longer she kept it up, the more stubbornly his prick remained stiff.

"No," he insisted, "I'm finished. Damn you, Aunt Patty, I've had it. Let go of my cock." Patty shrugged and finally ended the blow-job. But she was grinning with triumph as she did, because both she and her nephew could plainly see that the condition for her leaving him alone had not occurred. In spite of herself, Marty was still hung with every bit as much of a hard-on as he'd fucked his aunt's mouth with.

"Well," Patty bubbled, "a bargain is a bargain. As long as your cock is still in business, Marty, then so am I!"

"I'll lose it. Damn it, I'll lose it," Marty vowed.

Closing his eyes to shut out his aunt, he tried to think of death and destruction to get rid of his arousal. But, instead, his minds eye focused on pussy--a spread pussy, hairy at the sides and glistening pink between the yawning lips, just begging for his rigid prick. When he reopened his eyes there was a real pussy, the same in every tempting detail as his aunt parted her legs before him.

"You whore!" he cursed.

"You stud!" she called back.

Marty had nowhere else to go but cock-first straight into her waiting cunt. Catching him between her thighs, his aunt wrapped her legs around him as he hilted his prick in her to his balls. Then she locked him on top of her.

Forgetting about everything but the spasming tightness of her pussy around his prick, Marty mindlessly fucked her. He was like a machine now, tirelessly performing the task for which he'd been programmed by his aunt. Everything but the act of fucking had been erased from his otherwise-numbed consciousness.