Chapter 2:
When he awoke the next morning, Kurt couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. All he could do was stare at the ceiling.
The memory of his Aunt Susan down on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock played over and over in his head.
It was a situation so surreal, he couldn't get his mind around it. Not only had
his beloved auntie
given him a blowjob, she had given him
the blowjob of his life
. And after she had sucked him dry, she looked into his eyes and made it clear that things wouldn't go any further.
But that was her idea…
not his
.
He would spend one more night under her roof before heading back to Boulder to start classes. She'd be by soon to give him a lift into town for his next interview. He pulled himself out of bed and hit the shower.
They would have a lot to discuss on that ride into Denver.
While he was getting dressed he heard the screen door to the main house slam shut. Shortly after that the
beep-beep
of the horn sounded from the driveway. He grabbed his wallet and headed out the door.
Aunt Susan leaned on the front fender on the driver's side touching up her make-up. She was dressed for a day at the office– white silk blouse neatly tucked into a gray skirt, and hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She gave him a friendly smile as approached.
"I didn't expect to see you down so soon. I thought I'd have a few minutes to finish my coffee," she said and glanced over at the steaming paper cup resting on the hood. .
"You can finish it while I do the driving," he replied. "I can get into Denver from here; once we hit town, you can give me directions."
"It's a deal," she chirped and tossed him the keys.
Kurt started the car and backed it out onto the street. Once Aunt Susan was settled, she switched on the radio.
"I hope you don't mind country," she said as he steered the car down the block.
For the first few minutes of the commute, she talked non-stop. Kurt was a little annoyed that she hadn't brought up last night's rather dramatic turn of events; she just prattled on about weather, traffic, and other insignificant bullshit. Evidently, she was making good on her promise to carry on as if
nothing
had happened.
He thought her little act was ridiculous.
Was he supposed to pretend that she didn't come up to his room last night and suck his cock?
He didn't give a shit how deep in denial she was, he wasn't going to play along.
"Aunt Susan…about
last night
…."
He waited for her to speak up, but she remained silent.
"Don't you think we should at least clear the air," he continued.
"Kurt, would you
please
keep your mind on the road. I really don't want you to be late for that interview." Her tone was clipped and cool.
"Fuck the interview," he snapped.
"
Kurt!
" She shrieked as he abruptly changed lanes and steered the car off the freeway. "
This isn't our exit – we're at least twenty minutes outside of Denver! Kurt, stop the car this instant!
"
She shrieked as he turned sharply into an alley and then came to a sudden screeching stop.
"WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED," he shouted.
She srared at him in mute disbelief. Kurt leaned over, grabbed her by the shoulders and repeated the question. Her eyes closed tightly –
she wouldn't look at him.
He repeated the question again– even louder this time.
"
Alright
," she shouted with tears welling in her eyes "
I sucked your cock! I went down on you in your room– and I enjoyed it! Is that what you wanted to hear?!
" She turned away, buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
Kurt knew that he should have felt pity or shame as he sat listening to his aunt's muffled sobs…
but darker emotions were stirring
.
For three days she had cockteased him, frustrated him, and messed with his head, but now
he
had the upper hand.
She
had started this twisted game—
not him
, and he would end it on his terms. He picked up her cell phone and handed it to her.
"I want you to call work," he said sternly. "Tell them you won't be in today."
She stopped sobbing and looked up at him submissively.
"Okay…I'll do what you want," she said meekly and took the phone from his hand.
She left her message on someone's voicemail; Kurt put the car in drive and stepped on the gas.
They didn't have to go very far to find a hotel. Kurt only had to drive a couple of blocks before spotting a
Days Inn
. If Susan had any objections, she didn't voice them. She remained silent as he steered the car into the lot and parked near the lobby entrance. He got out first, and she followed.
He paid for the room with the
Visa
card his father had given him last year before he left for college. He handed Susan the room key and told her to go up and wait for him while he settled up with the clerk.
"Enjoy your stay, sir," the clerk said as he handed Kurt back his credit card a few minutes later.
"Thank you, I will," he replied. He tucked the card into his wallet and headed for the elevator.
He had butterflies in his stomach as he rode the elevator up to the third floor. However, all anxiety melted away when he opened the door and saw Susan sitting on the bed with her ponytail undone and her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders.
He slammed the door, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up from the bed. He looked into her eyes for a second and then kissed her hard on the mouth. To his surprise she reciprocated enthusiastically —kissing back
hungrily
.
He reached around and grabbed a nice handful of her ass. She grinded her hips into his crotch and licked her ear.
"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered.
He backed her into the wall and lustily grabbed her tits.
She let out a deep, breathy sigh as he tore open the blouse and yanked it down past her shoulders.
Her hardened nipples were prominent through the sheer, white fabric of her bra. Kurt undid the hasp on the front and buried his face in her heaving bosom.
"Ahhhh…. yeah…suck my tits…that's it….that's it," Susan moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I plan on doing a helluva lot more than that," he snickered
Kurt was too fired up for foreplay and he sensed she was too. He backed up a step and hastily stripped off his clothes
The sight of his Aunt Susan grinning mischievously– her hair askew, her lipstick smeared, and her pert, perky breasts glistening with his saliva would be burned into his memory forever. Never had he wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted to fuck her right now.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…" She licked her lips as Kurt stripped off his boxers revealing his thick, throbbing cock.
"Time to get what you've been aching for these last three days" he sneered as he spun her around and bent her over the bed.
"C'mon baby – I'm ready for you, hon," she cooed.
He tossed her skirt up and yanked down her panties –
the sweet, funky aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils.
He grabbed her by the waist and penetrated her with one powerful thrust.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she winced
He lingered inside her for a moment, savoring the tight, warm comfort of his aunt's cunt, before getting down to serious business.
"Oh yeah –you feel SOOOO GOOOOD," she moaned.
He gave her a hard slap on the haunches and commenced fucking. She grunted lustily as he picked up the pace –
slamming hard–slamming fast.
"FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME!!!"
At he pounded away, Kurt was blissfully aware that he was fucking
his beloved Aunt Susan
– a woman who used to babysit him as a kid and dutifully sent him a birthday card every year. The fact that she was a
great piece of ass
was just icing on the cake.
He tightened his grip on her waist and rode her high and deep.
"OOOOOOH – UNH - UNH - UNH –UNH!!!!"
Her body twitched and jerked spastically and he knew she was very close. He reached forward and grabbed her hair like the reins of a horse and rode her to the finish line!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE– AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
As she squealed in ecstasy, Kurt erupted into her tight, juicy box in hard violent spurts. His cock was still firing away when he pulled out –
reams of cum doused her back and pooled in the crack of her ass.
Exhausted, spent, and satisfied, he collapsed onto her pale, quivering frame,
They remained tangled in a sweaty, sticky pile for several minutes before Susan got up and quietly walked to the bathroom.
The last thing Kurt remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of the shower.
****
Kurt awoke to the sight of his aunt perched at the edge of the bed. She had put her clothes back on and was drying her hair with a bath towel. She spoke without looking at him.
"I've got to get going…as much as I'd like to play hooky with you, I really can't afford to miss a whole day of work."
He caressed her back; she turned and smiled at him fondly.
"That was nice," she said. "It's been a long time since I've been fucked like that."
Although, they had just finished a session of nasty, intense,
incestuous
sex, her blunt language still caught him off guard.
"Aunt Susan—
such language
," he joked and pulled her toward him.
"Stop–
I've gotta get to work!
" Susan giggled as she fell on top of him.
They shared a long sensuous kiss. He was about ready to hop on for another ride, before she pulled away.
"You know, we can't keep doing this," she said wistfully.
"Why not," Kurt asked half-seriously.
"Well…first of all, I'm your
aunt
. If this ever got out, both our lives would be ruined. C'mon Kurt,
we're not hillbillies
– society frowns on this sort of thing."
He wasn't about to give in so easily. Incest or not, she was the best piece of ass he ever had– and he'd had more than his share in the last couple of years.
"Well, I'm not about to tell anyone about this…and I don't think you are either," he said and tenderly stroked her hair. "Besides, we can't undo what we've already done"
She sat up and looked away from him. He touched her hand and she pulled away.
"Tomorrow you'll be going back to college. I think the smart thing to do would be to end this
right now
."
Kurt sat up and put his arms around her.
"Okay, so it'll end when I go back to school. In the meantime, we've got one more day together."
She buried herself in his chest. "Alright, come on over to the house tonight after Chuck goes to work. Jason said something about sleeping over a friend's house, so he won't be around. That should give us a few hours."
