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This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!
This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!
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Copyright © 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.
Ken Jones sat in the beat-up farm truck watching her large and very full breasts bouncing with each bump she hit in the dirt road. My fucking God! He thought trying not to stare too much, but her boobs were awesome as hell and his cock loved them, too. It grew harder than ever and he knew what it needed, a good long jerk session later that night. He'd seen a few good sets of jugs in his 18 years of life, but nothing ever as good as those babies. It was a shame that she was his aunt.
Aunt Trinity's husband died three years ago, leaving her to deal with a five thousand acre cattle ranch somewhere deep in Montana. Trinity was having problems getting good help and Ken had a knack for getting into a lot of trouble during summer, so his Mom shipped him up to help to her.
Trinity was hot as hell. She had long, thick black hair to the middle of her back, pretty dark blue eyes and those beautiful breasts made her one very, very hot lady. Her hips and fine looking ass were great, too. He figured they were around 38 inches and so firm from all the hard work she did.
"I know you hate being here, but I hope you give it a chance, Ken," she said turning to look at her nephew, seeing that he was turning into a very good-looking young man. His short black hair matched his rugged face and his dark brown eyes were still gazing at her breasts. "I can't get any decent help anymore. Either they want to get paid too much or they can't speak a single word of English!" Trinity laughed thinking of all the Mexican men that wanted a job on her ranch, but being a single woman with no man around worried her.
"Yep, they're slowly taking over our country and nobody gives a shit," he replied looking up to her gorgeous face. Damn, you are so hot to be 48! Ken thought, wondering if she had any men in her life or not. "How come some cowboy type hasn't got you yet?" Ken hoped like hell she didn't have anyone around. If he were to spend his entire summer here, he wanted her all to himself.
She just laughed at him and like before, his big, brown eyes were glued on her breasts. You must sure like big ones! She thought driving on and something came over her, Trinity loved the thought of Ken looking at her. "How many girls did you leave behind?" she asked with a smile, watching him slowly pull his eyes from her breasts and up to her face.
"None really, I don't have much luck with them. They call me a geek and junk like that."
She shook her head in disgust. "Girls don't know what they're missing until it's too late. They think that guys with muscles all over and good looks will make them happy, but they're wrong and too damn dumb to see it." Trinity said looking at Ken with a big smile, feeling her nipples starting to swell. Oh great, now he's really going to get a show, she laughed to herself, thinking of how damn big her nipples got when she was excited or cold. They were as big as ripe strawberries to begin with and would grow five times their normal size with the blink of an eye. "I've been living alone for the last three years and your Uncle loved me to dress in very sexy things or pretty much nothing at all. So, don't be too shocked if I forget you're here," she smiled at the gleam in his eyes. I bet you're going to die seeing me in my tiny nightshirt and panties, Trinity thought, knowing poor Ken was going to be in for the treat of his life.
He sat listening Trinity and couldn't help but smile. "Don't mind me, I'm a big boy, I can take it," he replied with a wink, trying to imagine her in some of the sexy things he'd seen online. "Don't change your ways just because I'm here," he added, hoping she'd act normal, he'd love seeing her in little or nothing at all.
"It won't bother you if I just wear a shirt and panties around the house?"
"No, you're a hot lady! I think it'd be kinda hot!"
She sat in shock at his words, but deep down, it turned her on. "I better keep my eye on you!" Trinity laughed, not only did she feel her nipples swell, but a long forgotten fire started burning deep in the back of her lonely pussy.
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Later that night after a large stake dinner with all the trimmings, Ken sat in the living room building a fire in Trinity's fireplace, wondering where she went. "Well, this really sucks," he mumbled, hoping he'd get a chance to see her hot, mature body a little more before bedtime. "I wanted to see that hot ass of her some more!" Ken laughed, feeling his long shaft starting to grow again.
Trinity may have been nearing 50 years old, but she could have made a dead man hard. She was close to six foot tall, her body was a sight to see, and Ken loved looking at her. "Where'd you go?" he said leaning back against a plush chair, looking around the beautiful log cabin, wondering how much it cost to build something so damn big. He'd seen homes like this on the tube, but never thought he'd step foot in one.
Trinity stood in front of the floor length mirror, wondering if this was too much. She wanted to turn Ken on, but she didn't want to kill the poor kid his first night here. She looked at her nipples peeking through the thin blouse, knowing poor Ken was going to love seeing them. She slowly looked down, smiling as the matching and very tiny white panties filled her eyes. "Damn, not bad for an old lady!" she said with lust in her soft voice, knowing this was so wrong, but she was lonely and there was a young stud in her home that would be more than willing to love her.
She ran her hands over the sheer white blouse, teasing her already swollen nipples, trying her best to remember what it felt like to have a man please them. "I need to stop this. He's my nephew," she moaned wondering if Ken knew the art of pleasing a woman. Her late husband was a very skilled man and could please her for hours and hours without stopping. "Oh well." Trinity smiled and went to find Ken.
