Niece without panties

CHAPTER ONE

Trish Barkley was awakened by a sound somewhere in the big old house. Had she really heard something, or had she been dreaming? The sound came again and, startled, Trish jumped up in bed.

But who could it be? Her husband, Len, was sleeping soundly next to her in their big kingsized bed. Her niece, Libby, who had arrived just that morning to spend a few weeks with her Aunt Trish and Uncle Len and their family, was sleeping in the guest room right next door to Trish's and Len's master bedroom. And, listening now, Trish could tell that all was quiet from within the guest room.

That left her children, whose separate bedrooms were farther down the hall of the second floor, Doug, Diane, and Stu. The three teenagers each had their own bedroom so Trish knew it wasn't the sound of them talking or roughhousing that had awakened her.

Her breath quickened and her heart hammered in her chest as she rose and threw on her robe and stepped out into the hall to investigate.

As she walked down the hall toward her kids' rooms, Trish felt a quickening in her pussy and, once again, she realized just how horny she was. She and Len had a marvelous fuck life but that evening, they had quarreled and had gone to sleep without their usual torrid fuck session.

And now Trish was paying the price for that quarrel. She moved her right hand down between her legs and almost unconsciously began to rub her hungry cunt as she moved toward the bedrooms. In his room down the hall, Stu Barkley was jerking himself off. He had been super horny all the day, ever since his sexy cousin, Libby, had arrived. He had never seen such a gorgeous, sexy chick! And, when he had accidentally stepped into the bathroom while she was toweling off after her shower, the boy had seen her huge tits and golden fleece of cunt hair, and he had had a raging hard-on ever since.

Now, as he jerked himself off, he found himself thinking about not only Libby and her beautiful little pussy, but his sister, Diane, and her little cunt. And, now, he was even going so far as to dream about fucking his own mother! Even though the young boy had never fucked anyone before, he found himself wishing fervently that he could fuck and suck all three of the beautiful females who were, right that moment, sleeping not far away from him.

That is, he thought they were all sleeping. What Stu didn't realize was that, as he jerked himself off, one of the objects of his lust-filled fantasies was making her way quietly toward him.

Stu was lying back on his bed, his face flushed, his breathing uneven, his eyes tightly closed. Even though he was only a boy, his body was reacting just as a full-grown man's would. And the teen had the build of someone much older, too – tall, lean, and muscular. He was already the object of many sex-filled fantasies enjoyed by his female classmates, and even a few of his teachers!

Stu worked out with weights which just added to his naturally muscular, sturdy build. His chest was broad and strong and already very hairy.

The muscles in his well-developed arms rippled with the movements of his hands as they closed around the thick, long, eight-inch prick that was now hard with desire.

Unknown to Stu, his mother, Trish, stood in the doorway, rooted to the spot, watching him as he teased and stroked his prick. The sight of her boy's beautiful, big cock etched itself into her feverish, horny mind. She didn't move, didn't make a sound except for the thudding of her wildly beating heart which rumbled through her brain.

Oh God, she thought, he's my own son, and only a boy at that! I can't stand this! He's making me so hot! I should get out of here before he sees me!

Stu's face was contorted into a mask of need and desire as his head thrashed from side to side on his pillow. His hands move faster and faster, trying to relieve the aching lust in his groin. They pumped lewdly up and down on the shaft of the boy's young, hot, throbbing prick. His eyes were still tightly shut, and he was unaware of his mother's presence as, almost against her will, she stepped quietly into his room.

Trish could hardly believe what she was doing. Her mind had surrendered to the commands of her horny body, and to the hungry lust that lurked in her juicy, hot pussy. She spoke them in a voice choked with emotion and need.

"Stu," she whispered. "Stu, honey."

She had to call out once more before her husky voice penetrated the young boy's lustcrazed mind. His eyes opened wide in shock, and he jumped suddenly from the bed, in a frenzy of panic.

His hands groped wildly, trying to cover his huge hard-on, and he felt like running, wanting to get as far away as possible from his mother and the shame that consumed his entire body. He tried to speak, to find some words to explain to her, but his young voice only cracked and his mouth worked soundlessly as he stared helplessly at his beautiful, sexy mother.

"Stu," Trish cried out softly when she saw the shame in her son's eyes.

Realizing that this experience could set the tone for the rest of his sexual life, she resolved to handle it the best way for her beloved son. She could not turn away now. That would probably traumatize the boy for life. He would always think of sex as dirty and shameful. She cared too much about her youngest child to do that to him. Instead, she would have to convince him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with what he had been doing.

"Honey," she murmured, reaching out to him. "Don't worry, Stu. There's nothing wrong with what you were doing."

Stu moved toward his mother and fell into her arms, shuddering and beginning to sob convulsively. Again and again, his body shook with surprising force against the fullness of his mother's heaving tits, his voice tortured with terrified moans.

"Darling, Stu, it's all right," she crooned to him, wanting to console him and, at the same time, wanting to feel the throbbing heat of the boy's young body – as it trembled against hers.

She led him to his bed and sat down beside him, cradling his head against her huge, firm tits, unaware that she had opened her robe to let her son's tear-stained face rest against the softness of her warm, full flesh. She just wanted to make the boy feel better, to take away his agonizing shame.

She only wanted him to feel safe with her, to know that she hadn't meant to frighten him or invade his privacy. She wanted to cry out to him that he had done nothing wrong, that everything would be all right.

Instead, all she could feel was the heat of his young, manly body against her, and suddenly she leaned back with him, just to hold his quivering body against hers.

Accidentally, her hand brushed against the thickness of his young, hard cock, jutting out obscenely and gleamingly moist from his hairy crotch.

Oh no! her mind screamed silently. Please no! Not with my own young son! He's only a teenager, just a kid!

"Stu, honey, don't cry! Don't feel so bad. It's all right, believe me," she heard her voice cooing to him. "You haven't done anything wrong. It's completely normal to jerk yourself off sometimes. I even do it all the time myself!"

Stu gasped and his cock lurched and hardened even more. And, hearing his mother's lewd words, he stopped crying and almost laughed outloud. For, now he realized that his mother thought he was so upset just because he had been jerking himself off! If she only knew, he thought with amusement… how many times he had made himself come over the years. He had long ago come to terms with that part of his life!

What his mother didn't understand was that the reason he had been so upset was not because he had been jerking off but because she had caught him jerking off! And because he felt guilty for having such lewd fantasies about fucking his own mother! He was really more embarrassed than ashamed.

Trish's hand still rested on her son's crotch, and now her fingers enclosed the throbbing warmth of his thick and swollen prick. They probed for the sensitive and cum-bloated fullness of his young balls, her wrist scraping along the jutting thickness of his lurching cock as her palms felt the tickling of the young hairs that covered the soft sac.

She heard her son's voice through a misty haze as he moaned and groaned passionately beneath her obscene touches.

"I love you, Mom. I love you… I love you," he moaned.

Trish couldn't even remember having removed her robe but suddenly she was completely naked on the bed beside her young boy.

"Don't talk, honey. Let me do it. Oh Lord, I need you so much. Soooooo much! Just don't move or say anything I won't hurt you. It'll be beautiful. Let Mama show you. I promise you you will love it!" she murmured, hardly able to believe that she was saying such lewd words to her own son, but unable to stop herself.

Her soft hands caressed her son, her fingers encircling his big, hard cock, her lips and tongue searching for his. Stu began to writhe beneath her as though he were possessed, his hips arching up and over to hers as she stretched out beside him and leaned above his reaching body. He had never known that such burning flames could consume him the way they were doing now.

This was a dream come true for the young boy. Only moments before he had been jerking off while thinking about fucking his sexy mother. And now, here he was, lying in her soft arms with her mouth pressed against his and her hand on his cock!

He was afraid to move at all, afraid to lose the lusting sensuality of the feel of his mother against him, afraid that if he moved the bubble would burst, and he would find out it had all been a dream after all.

Over and over again, they pressed their lips together, their tongues mashing hotly against each other, their saliva mingling obscenely Trish moaned with lust into her son's open mouth, and she realized that she had never felt quite so excited in all her life.

Stu's muscular young body trembled as his mother's fingernails traced their burning way across his flesh. The loud pounding of his excited heart seemed to rise up into his throat and his cock hardened and swelled even more as his mother continued to stroke it.

His entire, young, inexperienced body ached and lusted for the older woman, and he knew that he would never feel completely satisfied until he felt the thrill of his cock buried up his mother's little tight pussy.

He ached with painful swelling in his young groin, and suddenly almost sat bolt upright, the force of that lewd thought hitting his mind with the force of a hammer. He was really going to do it! Somehow, he knew that that was what his mother wanted too! He was going to get to fuck her!

On the heels of that exciting idea came the frightening thought that he might not be able to give her what she wanted. After all, he had never fucked anyone before, and he didn't really know what to do. What if he really messed it up? What would his beautiful, sexy mother think of him then?

"Mom!" he suddenly cried, breaking their passionate kiss. "I don't know how to funk! I'm sorry but I've never done it before and I don't know how!" His face flushed with embarrassment.

"It's all right, darling. Don't be upset. Mama will show you how. Just lie back and relax, and let me do all the work. You'll love it, I promise," she whispered into his ear.

Her hands reached for him again and she slowly stroked the throbbing rod of teenage cock-flesh between his quivering thighs.

"Do you like that?" she asked. "Does it feel good?"

"Ohhhhhh, yessssss," he moaned, his voice slurring with lust now.

She laughed softly. "The best is yet to come, darling. Pretty soon my hot little pussy will be tight around your big beautiful prick, and it will squeeze all of your delicious young cock-juice out into my thirsty little cunthole!"

She continued to stroke her son's prick and Stu could feel his cock swelling and growing to an even greater length and thickness. Trish could feel her son's prick throbbing lewdly against her hand, and it turned her on so powerfully that her pussy began to twitch and drool hen own juices.

Stu was squirming and thrashing around on the bed now with the pleasures that were racing through his whole body.

The aching pain in Trish's cunt was slowly being replaced with hot anticipation and the knowledge that soon she would fuck her son's big prick up into her hungry pussy! She moaned softly. She needed to feel her pussy bursting wide open with the force of a wild, gushing cum.

She closed her eyes tightly and licked her dry lips with her wet tongue as she continued to pump her hand up and down her son's big, pulsing prick.

Gone completely from her mind now were any thoughts that this young boy beside her was her own son, that he was only a kid. She felt nothing except the burning touch of a thick, hard, pulsing cock in her clasping hand, knew nothing except the hot, tormenting desire that rose steadily in her aching body like a ready-to-erupt volcano. She knew that only her son's cock stuffed up her pussy could give her the hot, exciting orgasm she needed so badly.

"My tits, darling! Hold them, touch them, suck them! I want you to play with my tits, Stu!" she cried obscenely.

Stu's hands reached out eagerly but uncertainly, trembling and unsure until his fingers felt the hardening stiffness of her large rosebud nipples. He touched them gently at first, until his mother pressed them harder into his hands, and then, he began to roll and pinch them between his fingers, almost coming on the spot from the delicious, forbidden sensations that raged through her body from his aching loins.

"Please, darling, kiss my tits, lick them for your mother," she moaned against her boy's ear.

Grinning with anticipation, Stu took the tender, pulsing nipples into his mouth, softly grinding his teeth against one, then the other.

"Ooooooh, yessssss, just like that, darling! That's just right!" she cried softly.

Stu heard his mother's moans and was afraid he was hurting her. He pulled his head away, afraid this she was in pain, but she quickly pulled him fiercely back to her throbbing mounds of tit-flesh.

"Oh, please don't stop, Son! Please! It feels so wonderful! Sooooo good…"

Then he felt her hands with their sharp fingernails groping and searching down between his thighs, scraping and teasing the tender, sensitive skin until his legs shook and he spread them eagerly beneath her touch.

She turned him over gently, pushing his head away from her until he lay before her on his back, his legs spread lewdly, his throbbing cock jutting up into the air, visibly pulsing.

"Just lie still, darling," she cooed while she traced her hands over his entire young body, down his chest and across the curve of his hips to his thighs and lower legs, and then back up, her fingertips once again reaching the rising shaft of his obscenely waving prick.

As though her fingernails were small butterflies, she ran them up and down against the tight, trembling underside of his cock, sending violent shivers through him as she stroked the taut skin, across the pulsing veins and up to the ridged, purplish head of his hardened rod of cock-meat.

Then her hands moved down again until they caressed the fullness of his down-covered balls and tickled the curling strands of soft, fuzzy hair.

Stu lay beside her, moaning softly, unable to do anything but to allow his young, manly body to writhe and tremble beneath his mother's skillful, hot touch.

"Just let me touch you," she crooned over and over into his ear. "Just relax and let it happen. Just enjoy! Let your mama make you feel good!"

Her hands moved away from him as she braced herself with them and lowered her face to allow her mouth and tongue to follow in their path. Her lips brushed his ear and then slid down the side of his neck and across his chest.

The manly expanse of hair on her son's chest thrilled Trish, and she turned on even more, feeling her pussy itch and burn with hot, unrelieved desire for the young boy and his big, gorgeous cock.

For what seemed like forever, she moved her warm, wet lips and the tip of her moist, glistening tongue around his rib cage and the puckered nubs of his male nipples. Slowly, she moved down and even farther down, past his navel, across the flatness of his lean belly, until her tongue touched the bottom of the thick cock-shaft that rose lewdly from his groin.

"Oh, God, Mom!" Stu cried out and his hips arched convulsively at the unexpected touch of his mother's burning lips on his young, hard prick.

Its throbbing fullness seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger with the teasing flicking of her hot, spearing tongue.

"Ohhh, holy shit, Mom!" he cried out again as her mouth closed around him, taking his big, hard, throbbing cock into its warm, wet depths completely until the boy could feel her teeth and the back of her throat against the broad smooth head of his prick.

His hips rose again and again uncontrollably, burying his pulsing, oozing prick inside his mother's moist, hungrily sucking mouth.

Suddenly, Stu felt a jerking sensation building somewhere deep in the very bottom of his aching balls, and he knew that he was about to blow his scalding cum right into the depths of his mother's throat.

Trish knew it too and she pulled her clasping mouth away from her boy's cock with a soft wet, sucking sound.

"Not yet, darling. Not yet. We have to wait a while. It's going to be better if you wait. Trust Mama," Trish murmured.

She pressed him flat back against the bed and forced herself to keep her hands from touching his jerking cock for several moments until she could see that the forceful pressure of his young cumjuice had slackened.

Then, she raised herself to her hands and knees and moved over to straddle him. She could hardly wait to feel her son's big, throbbing prick up her pussy!