Chapter 10

Lillian awoke, a delicious feeling permeating her entire body. Her Paul, her wonderful, loving, sexy Paul, was lying beside her. She glanced at the clock — barely an hour had passed since their love-making. She melted against him, her lips searching for his.

“Hi,” she said.

Paul reveled in the sensations of his aunt’s soft lips on his and her heavy breasts against his chest. Could there ever be a better way of waking up?

Paul leaned over her and their mouths opened together seamlessly into a deep kiss. As they did, Paul moved his hand down along her belly, searching for and finding her golden curls. He slid his forefinger between her labia, relishing the feel of the extra lubrication from his recently deposited semen. His finger found her clitoris, feeling it swell and harden as he moved over it. He moved his hand down and slid two fingers into her, massaging the sensitive zone of he upper vulval wall. She arched her back in pleasure, giving him room. He reached down further and slid his thumb into her. As he did, his middle finger made contact with her rear cleft, still also slippery with his semen.

Lillian froze at the incursion on her taboo entrance, her buttocks clenching. She wanted to tell him no, to reach down and pull his hand away. His thumb still in her vulva, he ran his finger slowly over her lubricated anal opening. Lillian gasped at the contact, cringing in embarrassment at the sparks of illicit pleasure Paul’s finger was sending through her.

She had to stop him! But then Paul slid his thumb out of her and moved it up between her labia to find her clitoris again. Lillian moaned and arched her hips as he found and circled her fully erect bud. Then his middle finger was moving against her anus again, with slightly more pressure. His thumb moved back into her vulva and then out again and back to her clitoris and as he moved his hand up, suddenly, almost naturally, the tip of his finger slid into her lubricated anus.

Lillian almost jumped out of her skin. He was in there! His finger was in there! Then she felt a sudden rush of unwelcome pleasure as his finger slid deeper into her tight passage. God, this was so wrong, she admonished her traitorous body. This cannot feel good! His thumb was on her hardened nub again and the combination of sensations from the hyper-sensitive nerves of her anus and clitoris elicited an involuntary moan pleasure.

Encouraged, Paul slowly pulled his finger out and then slid it back into her ass, simultaneously circling her engorged clitoris. Keeping his finger in her tight anus, he alternated between sliding his thumb into her pussy and using it to manipulate her swollen bud. Lillian’s back was now permanently arched, her buttocks clenched together at the intense sensations from Paul’s dual ministrations. She groaned as she felt Paul now brazenly fucking her forbidden opening with his finger, rubbing her clitoris harder now while repeatedly sliding in and out of her slickened entrance.

Suddenly, Lillian felt a cataclysmic burst from somewhere between her anus and her vagina.

“UNnnnnnggghhhhhh,” she groaned as the climax exploded throughout her body. Paul could feel her anus rhythmically contracting around his invading finger as she came. He continued to slide his thumb against her clitoris until he felt the last, lingering contraction.

“Oh, God, oh God,” Lillian blurted out, in disbelief. Her orgasm had been triggered by sensations she had never before experienced - intense, wonderful, forbidden sensations that had emanated from the hitherto unexplored interior of her most private erogenous zone. It was deeply wrong. And it had felt fabulous!

Paul lay next to his aunt, hearing her breathing slowly return to normal after her spectacular climax. He wanted to roll over, mount her and drive into her until his own urgent need was met. But there was something bothering him, and he had to get it off his chest. Lillian had been completely open with him, had revealed his lover’s betrayal while seeking to protect him. He needed to respond in kind but was unsure if this was the right time. He hesitated, and then made up his mind.

Now was as good a time as any.

“Uh, Aunt Lillian?” he began. “I need to tell you something.”

Lillian looked at him.

“Of course, honey,” she said, feeling slight trepidation.

“Um, well, that first night, the night you arrived, when Jennifer and I went into town ... we, uh, we came back early.”

Lillian stared at him. That was the night, she and Art had had that fabulous sex ... on the couch.

“And we ... we accidentally saw you through the window...”

Oh, God, they saw us having sex!! Lillian thought, flushing with embarrassment as she recalled their lewd, uninhibited coupling.

But it was their fault – they’d been brazenly having sex in the middle of the living room with the window open.

“It’s ok, honey. I’m sorry you saw that. I’m very embarrassed. But I understand. You couldn’t help seeing it. It’s ok,” she reassured him.

“Uh, well it’s not just that or, yes, but also ... We didn’t just see...”

Lillian’s eyes widened again. What else had happened?

“We ... watched ... and” he said, trailing off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“You watched? You and Jennifer watched ... the whole ... all of it?” she said, her face flushing again at the memory of her uninhibited cries as she came.

“And we, well we also did it,” he stammered.

“You did it? You mean, you also...” she started, disbelievingly.

“We had sex, out there, while we were ... uh, watching you.”

Paul’s face was flushed with shame. Lillian stared at him, hardly able to believe what he had just said. He and Jennifer had had sex? While watching them? Or was it something else? Had Jennifer knelt and sucked him ... or done him with her hand?

“You had sex. You...,” she stammered, searching for the right question. She needed to know.

“We did what you were doing,” he finished, his voice still tremulous.

“You must have been ... turned on, from seeing us?”

“Yes, and Jennifer was ... she wanted to, and was rubbing against me and touching me, and then she got in front of me and...”

Lillian could imagine the scene – Paul gaping wide-eyed at his aunt and uncle while Jennifer, slutty bitch that she was, turned him on even more, pressing her big breasts against him, running her hand along his stiffening shaft, unzipping him and then presenting her naked rear end to him.

“You watched while you ... did it?”

“Yes – we did the same ... as you. I’m sorry. It was wrong. We were ... we weren’t in our right minds.”

As she thought about it, Lillian was suddenly aware of a warm glow between her legs, a stiffening of her nipples. She was getting aroused by what she was hearing and the visions it was bringing. God, they were watching us the whole time. And so turned on, they started having sex as well. Her nipples were now fully hardened, her clitoris swelling.