AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following story of incest features forced sexual situations involving elderly women and a young man, including "forced" cum eating and domination. If this appeals to you, please enjoy, vote and comment. If it does not and you feel this type of story isn't to your liking, please go elsewhere! Many thanks to those of you who like this material, and feel free to suggest sequel ideas...:)
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Bart was an eager young man, a college student at the state university not far from his grandmother's home where he'd take up occasional residence if dorm life got a little too crazy. And for a boy like Bart, 18, studious, serious and focused, that was often. Plus, he loved his grandmother, Trish, a kindly pretty lady of 70, a widow whose loneliness was eased whenever one of her beloved grandchildren were around.
Bart was especially eager this night, as he laid out his clothes on the bed of Trish's spare room where he stayed, because of a party at the school. Bart was a rather shy lad, skinny, gangly and tall, not a mixer by any means, but he loved trying his hand at social events, figuring maybe one of these days he'd actually make inroads with the ladies, never his strong suit.
And Bart was a virgin, something he was eager to change as quickly as possible. He'd had chances in his young life, always misreading a girl's signals or just being too shy and insecure to do anything about it. His grandmother tried to help him, support him, give him gentle guidance on how to handle women, but it would fall on deaf ears. She didn't blame him. Why would a boy of 18 listen to an old woman like her, she figured. So she didn't press.
Trish's kid sister, Lana, was another story altogether. The dark-haired beauty was 65, secure in spirit and finances, a widow who lived near Trish and would often visit. As she was this day, the two sisters puttering around the house and later laying by Pat's pool at her palatial home.
Bart was in his room on the second floor, getting his clothes in order, and was in the bathroom when he heard the women laughing on the pool deck below. He looked out. Granny Trish was an attractive woman, with curly blonde-gray hair and a decent body for a woman her age, Bart thought, marveling at the way she kept her figure. But it was Lana's figure, thick, not fat, but stout, compact, a solid 145 pounds on a five-foot-seven frame, that caught his attention. And as shame overcame him, made his dick hard.
He'd noticed his sexy Aunt Lana ever since he reached puberty, noticed her in a way he would have preferred not to. But she was so confident, brash and bold and brassy, and that, combined with a voluptuous body, gorgeous face, a set of tits that commanded attention, and thick, strong-looking legs, he couldn't help himself.
He touched himself as he watched Lana wriggle on her lounge chair, on her belly in a tight dark-blue one-piece bathing suit that was perhaps a little too small, particularly in the seat, the fabric of which rode up between her rather huge asscheeks, revealing a thick pad of white meaty flesh on either side of the material that rode into the crack. Bart gulped as she reached back, presumably to correct the situation but instead pulled it up higher and deeper, revealing nearly the entire width of her amazingly sexy old thighs, tanned and glistening with sweat and the sun-tan oil she'd just rubbed on them.
He had to pull himself away before things got out of hand, or rather in hand, and he went back to the bedroom, picking out clothes and ironing a pair of pants as he stood in baggy boxer shorts. He didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs nor in the hall leading to his room, and was shocked when he turned and saw Aunt Lana standing there, leaning on the door frame. Her arms were crossed, pushing up those gigantic tits until they almost spilled out of the top, and she had a sly smirk on her wrinkled face, a pucker of sexy folded flesh around her mouth.
"Uh, hi Aunt Lana," he said nervously, turning to grab a pair of pants and trying to pull them on.
"Whoa, boy, don't worry about covering up, I've seen everything you got, I used to change your diapers, not that you'd remember," she roared in that brassy laugh for which she was famously known.
She strode up to him purposefully, eyes on his, and playfully swatted the pants from his hand. Bart stood nervously before her, a weak smile on his face. His hands were in front of his crotch, fearing his dick would poke free as she stood so close he could smell the funky combination of sweat, perfume and sun-tan oil on his aunt's luscious body.
"So, gonna do some dancing tonight, are ya boy?" she laughed.
"Yeah, uh, that's the plan, Auntie," he said, looking anywhere but at his slightly shorter aunt and that gleaming patchwork of freckled flesh that was the sexy, sagging cleavage leading to those monster tits he'd long fantasized about and felt shame for doing so.
"I should teach you how to dance," she laughed. "I was a pretty good dancer in my day."
"Oh, I don't think..." Bart started to say.
She suddenly wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and pressed into him, looking up, a hiss of warm breath enveloping him, smelling strongly of the bloody Mary's his sexy aunt had been slugging down most of the afternoon.
"Now then, Bart," she growled, face inches from his, a beaming smile on her pretty old face. "You let me lead."
He gulped and let her body take over, swaying with her, tentatively putting his arms down around her back, fingers locked together and resting just above the swell of that incredible ass he'd just seen from the window. She rested her head on his shoulder, his aside her head, inhaling her scent, feeling her heat from those tits, her middle and crotch and legs as they pressed dangerously close to him.
She turned them in a slow arc, humming a song he didn't know but which seemed to satisfy her as her grip grew tighter, arms cinching snugly around his neck, her crotch pushing harder against him. Then in the mirror behind her, he saw that ass, big, thick, white and just slightly dimpled, creamy and smooth and totally visible as the seat of her suit remained buried between them. He gulped and felt himself swell.
"S'matter Bart," she giggled, suddenly biting his ear and dropping her hands down his trembling back to cup his skinny butt, pulling his crotch tight to his. "Not familiar with this dance?"
"Auntie Lana...please..." he whimpered, trying to pull himself from her, amazed how strong she was as she held him close to her, continuing to sway seductively.
"Please what, I'm just teaching you how to dance, nothing wrong with an aunt teaching her little nephew is there?" she cooed, now slowly pumping into him. "Ohhhh my, what's that down there? My not-so-little nephew is having too good a time??"
Bart froze, his eyes looking straight ahead at the mirror and his aunt's fleshy ass. His cock was in full flower, which he hadn't realized until this moment, and felt it escape the boxer's flap and press into the meaty oiled heat of Aunt Lana's pressing thighs.
"Jesus...Aunt Lana...I'm..." he stammered, trying to pull out of the old woman's grip.
He couldn't. She held firm, arms slipping down to lock around his lower back, hugging him close. She bit his ear and then unbelievably, stroked her hot, wet tongue inside, hissing.
