Go West, Young Man!

I remembered the sloppy, gagging blowjob of the night before, and I wanted this time to be a more pleasurable experience for both of us. The idea of incest was no longer a forbidden sin in my eyes, but a kinky, lustful addition to the sexual scenarios we knew that would now be an integral part of our daily routine. My cheeks contracted and filled like a bellows as I vacuumed each drop of his milky seed. It flamed the passion of my steaming twat and I was moved to diddle the squat nub under the swollen hood of my mons.

With my other hand cupping his sac, I felt the constricted swell of his full balls as they rose against his loins and knew that the final ejaculation was close. I sensed the sudden ripple of his tool on my tongue and my taste buds were quickly deluged with the acidic flavor of his gooey stream. His strong hips heaved from the mattress and the pulsating prick vibrated inside of me. His hand pushed my face into his pelvis, more of his gigantic cock drove into my throat. I sucked and swallowed like I'd found an oasis in the desert.

This time it was more satisfying to the both of us, and I wished to express to him by my continued sucking that I enjoyed pleasing him and I was open to other adventures. The first burst was overwhelming even as I anticipated it's arrival. But it was as if shot from a firehose and my cheeks filled instantly, before I could clear the passage. I swallowed what I could but long, stringy tendrils escaped my lips and the white trails extended to the tips of my boobs. As I performed this erotic fellatio, he swirled the sticky fluid around the bountiful curves of my D-cups, taking delight in painting my areolae and twisting the pert knobs in his long fingers. Then he kissed and sucked my messy mammaries and proceeded to kiss his way to my trimmed gash.

I fell back on the sheets and spread my lean legs, inviting him to tease me with his flat, fat tongue. My vagina was already hot and wet as he stabbed at me with his probing tongue. I wrapped my thighs around his ears pulling him into me and he surprised me with his knowledge and familiarity of the female anatomy. He took pride in his thoroughness and licked and kissed every supple fold and wet passage of my tingling orifice. My excited torso squirmed and shook with electricity. I was in heaven. He brought me to one tremendous climax after another and I nearly drowned him in the volume of my secretions.

Finally, when my exhausted, jittery body could not take any more spasms I had to push his sticky, smiling face from between my tingling triangle. I can definitely get used to this, if I don't have a coronary first. This was too good! We both collapsed on the pillows and slept for another hour. And then took turns in the shower, scrupulously avoiding contact with the other's sore, spent torsos. Neither of us was quite accustomed to this level of debauchery, but it looked like we better prepare. Nothing now would hold us back from the sexual exploration of each other's body, and we had the entire house to play in. This could hardly get any better.

When I was sitting on the bed, toweling off my poor, fatigued body I snuck a quick, leering peek at my nephew, sprawled wearily on the sheets. And then I remembered that his mother- my older sister- was due to arrive within the month. This might involve some serious thinking. But as my heroine Scarlett O'Hara optimistically proclaimed when faced with a delicate and world-shaking crisis, " I won't think about that now, I'll think about that tomorrow."

The end of part one.

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