Standing at the bottom of the stairs, she gazed up the narrow flight and sighed. Her daughter, Jill…14 and a pain in the ass, was gone to the mall with her friends, and her twin sons, Edwin and Alvin, both 12, were out in the backyard milling around with some other kids from the neighborhood…but there was someone else upstairs that concerned her. Joel, her nephew…or Paul’s nephew, rather…had moved in with them a week or so back when his mother got orders to ship out on a carrier. “Whole freaking family of Navy freaks,” she grumbled under her breath as she shook her head from side to side. It was one thing to have the men in a family serving, but somehow it just wasn’t right that Paul’s sister was in as well. And it had took a toll early on. Connie’s husband, David, had only been with her for two years before filing for divorce, getting out of the Navy, and hauling his worthless ass…leaving his ex-wife with a two year old baby to care for on her own. Things hadn’t been too bad, as Connie worked in a branch of the Navy aviation section that maintenanced fighter jets, so for the whole of fifteen years, she’d been right here on this very air base working in an air-conditioned bunker. But with the war in Iraq running into its fifth year, it was getting too costly to bring aircraft home for refits, and so the Navy had begun sending technicians overseas to the various combat bases and ships in the Iraq theater. Connie had drawn short straw and been shipped out on a carrier about six days earlier…leaving Joel, now 15, with Donna. “Like I don’t have enough chaos to deal with,” she muttered as she climbed the stairs and glared at the myriad of family photos along the wall that bore images of her three children. Buy modafinil 200mg It wasn’t that she didn’t like Joel…he was a fairly decent kid and all, but he was 15…a full blown teenager…and he was living in her house. It made her uncomfortable for some reason …something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Maybe it was just the fact that he was old enough to be sexual…or maybe it was because he always watched her a little too much….or maybe it was a little of both. She just didn’t like having him in the house and in the end it really didn’t matter why. Mostly, it didn’t matter because she was stuck with him. He had nowhere else to go and she couldn’t just kick him out because he creeped her out. Nope, she was stuck like chuck. Quietly she climbed the stairs to the second floor and then made her way down the confining little hallway to the bathroom door. The master bedroom had its own bathroom, and this one was for the kids, situated right down from their bedroom doors. From inside, she could hear water running. It was the shower, and a good indication that Joel was in there. What he was actually doing was anybody’s guess, but at least he wasn’t in the bedroom…her sons’ bedroom. She hadn’t gone into it in days, dreading that she might somehow walk in on Joel doing something freaky. He seemed to stay in there all day and all night at times…glued to his laptop computer mostly. Probably surfing porn, I bet, she imagined as she turned the bedroom door’s knob and opened the latch to let herself in. The room was empty, save the two beds and a cot that all but filled the tiny space up. What nooks and crannies remained available were piled with discarded clothing and comic books. She could barely get in the damn door without falling. “Great…this…this is what I get for not coming in here for a fucking week…fantastic,” she blurted aloud, not caring if anybody heard or not. “Boys…boys, boys,” she repeated to herself before sighing and bending over to start the cleanup.
She was at it for about ten minutes, before she noticed Joel’s laptop sitting on his cot. It was on obviously, as the screen saver was swishing back and forth across it. Curious, she leaned over and tapped the space bar to raise if from standby. When the screen changed to a regular desktop display, she immediately spied that the web browser was open. “Hrmph,” she grunted when the browser opened up and displayed only an email site. A few clicks revealed most of the recent messages were from other boys he knew…asking about how he liked it at his Aunt’s and whether he’d seen whatever new movie or comic…all in all, it was exceptionally boring stuff. Well it’s not like he all that studly…maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend…or wow…maybe he’s gay. The idea wasn’t that startling really. He was wiry and sort of mousey to say the least, but his voice sounded like a forty year old soulful black man. Nope, his voice definitely did not fit his body or appearance. And his crew-cut head didn’t much help him out in looks. He looks like David…just thinner and shorter…and maybe gay-er, she thought to herself as she fought the urge to snicker at her own lame humor. Ever the more curious now, she decided to poke around in his favorites file. After a few peeks and file views, she noticed a file within a file that was named, “Moms.” That’s an odd name for a file, she thought. Maybe it’s Connie’s file. The idea held merit, but being the snoopy bitch that she was, she clicked on it just the same. Even if it was Connie’s…it might be interesting stuff. The listing of links that dropped down though were anything but Connie’s. With names like “MILF Heaven” and “Hot Older Bitches”…it was all too obvious the file was certainly not his mother’s. “Mmm-hmm, I knew it,” she whispered to herself as she sat down on the edge of the cot and proceeded to export the favorites file so that she could email it to herself. “We’ll just see what he’s been looking at later tonight,” she added as she triumphantly clicked the enter key to send the file. But her curiosity couldn’t wait that long. She perused porn sites herself, but mostly late at night after the kids were in bed. Her original intention had been to wait to look at his bookmarked sites, but here she was with a browser open…and the room to herself. Glancing up at the door and straining her ears, she tried to listen for the sound of the water running. To her delight, she could certainly hear it still going strong. Deviously, she moused over to one of the links and clicked it…immediately pulling up a site dedicated to frumpy and fat middle-aged women. “Holee shit, Joel,” she blurted a bit louder than she intended to. The women were some seriously nasty bitches too. Saggy tits and cellulite, splayed out for anyone with a computer to see. It was crude and lewd to say the least. “Holee crap, the boy wanks off to nasty old women.” The fact was all but certain, but it still caught her off guard. She’d expected to find men more than older women. “Well at least you’re not gay I guess,” she announced as if he could hear her. Standing up, she reactivated his screensaver and then gathered up her basket of dirty clothes and headed for the hallway. As she stepped out into the corridor, she noticed her reflection in the long mirror that was mounted to the outside of the bathroom door. It had been originally mounted on the inside, but she’d gotten tired of her daughter spending hours in the bathroom holding up everyone’s toiletries. So she’d taken a screwdriver to the damn thing and remounted it on the hall side of the door.
Rather odd looking, but it kept the twins and her from fighting quite as much. Eyeing herself in the mirror, though, she realized at thirty three, she was beginning to look like the women on Joel’s website selection. Sure, she’d been a hottie back in the day when Paul had met her…but since they’d been married, she’d been slowly creeping downhill toward frumpy. She’d met him at 17…and she’d been a size zero…five foot two and barely a hundred and five pounds…but with a buoyant little C-cup rack. “Those were the days,” she said with a quiet sigh as she looked down at her reflected torso. Having Jill had been the real start of things…one year into marriage, she’d gotten pregnant and had her daughter. It hadn’t been too bad. She was nineteen at the time, and dropping the weight afterwards had been pretty easy, but she’d never gotten back down into a zero…not even close. Hell, she could still recall trying to stuff herself into a size six…and having to suck it in till she turned blue in the face. She’d continued to fight with things until she realized that Paul really didn’t seem to mind that she’d curved out. Her tits were D’s by that point and she knew he was a tit man from way back. So a year after Jill was born, she’d just stopped trying to squirm back into her pre-pregnancy clothes. It was a pipe dream anyway. A year after that, she’d shown up pregnant again…but this time it was with twins. Oh hell, but she’d been miserable. By her third trimester, her belly had been the size of a beachball and her tits, so swollen and bloated, that they ached constantly from the pressure. After delivering, her stomach had never been right. Twelve years later, it was still saggy and droopy, permanently stretched out of whack from her twin sons occupying it for nine months. And her belly wasn’t they only thing left out of shape. Her breasts had blown up to E-cups by the end, and even now, she had to wear a DD bra to sack them up. They weren’t all that saggy now…since she’d put on weight, but right after the boys had been born, she’d looked like she had deflated tube tits. Once she stopped nursing, they’d shriveled up like old sponges. And her belly had been a mass of jiggly, loose skin that looked repulsive. Luckily, Paul had been gone during that time and for once, she was glad. She hadn’t wanted him to see her in that condition. But after three months, it became apparent that the stretched out skin wasn’t going to retract much, so the only choice she had to fix the matter, was to fill it back out. She certainly hadn’t been the first or the last military wife to put on weight in the absence of her husband…and she’d hoped, at the time, Paul wouldn’t be too upset. And to her disbelief, he hadn’t been. In fact, when he stepped off the plane and gawked at her chest, she knew she’d had him. Her intentional gain though, had left her in a size 16 and weighing about a 180 pounds. At five two, that was pretty chunky, she’d thought. But twelve years later, she found herself standing in front of the mirror in the hallway gazing at herself and wondering how in the fuck she’d managed her way into a size 22? Not that her husband complained…as along with her two hundred and ten pound frame came a pair of solid E-cups that draped down to just above her navel when she was naked. And lucky for that, as they covered her flabby potbelly. But when she was dressed, as she was now, with her tits hiked high into her bra, it left her fat gut showing. She’d taken to wearing high waisted jeans to cinch it up and pull it in, but over the years, the once round stomach had begun to bear a deep crease along her belly button so that she now had a roll of fat that crawled over the top of her pants and roll below and within that also did its best to bulge out and announce to the world that she was a fat cow.
Holee fucking shit…I look like the bitches on Joel’s fucking little porn site…awesome…no wonder he watches me so much…I’m probably like a walking wet dream for his weird ass. It was then that she finally realized what it was about Joel that she didn’t like. The boy obviously looked at her as a sexual object…a hottie…some bitch he’d like to dick. And as odd as it seemed, it wasn’t all that far-fetched. She wasn’t a blood relation, having merely married the boy’s uncle. So any inhibitions that would have normally been present, apparently were not. Unintentionally, she found herself wondering if he in the shower jerking off…thinking about her. It began as a thought of disgust, but somehow, after she’d dwelled on the idea for a few moments, it didn’t seem to gross her out as badly as she thought it should have. Well it’s not like we’re blood kin, for crying out loud, she complained to herself in an effort to explain away her brief moment of depravity. Like you’d ever do anything about it…he’s a total geek and also you’re married, if you recall, she added, further jabbing at herself mentally over the matter. Her inner voice was right. In all the years she’d been apart from Paul, she’d had more than one opportunity to get laid, and every time, she’d backed out of it before committing adultery. It just wasn’t in her nature to cheat on her husband. But still, her curiosity was getting the better of her. The boy had been in the shower for at least thirty minutes now and she was pretty certain he wasn’t in there getting clean. In fact, probably just the opposite. Probably he was in there jerking off all over her bathroom…the bathroom she was going to have to clean later, and she didn’t take too lightly to that. “Hrmph!” she grunted. Maybe I should knock and at least startle him a little…let him know I know he’s been in there forever and a day. Maybe I should even be direct…tell him to quite jerking it and get out of there. “No,” she sighed. It was her nephew…not her own son, and she didn’t want to give the boy a complex over it. All boys did it and she knew eventually her own two morons would be at it as well. “Great…three dicks shooting off and none for me,” she groaned under her breath…then squinted her face when she realized how nasty that had truly sounded. “Shoot me…fuck!” Approaching the door and mirror, she lightly rapped on it with her right hand, but no response came back. “Joel?” she called out to him, but again, received no response. “Well shit…did he just wander off and leave the damn water running?” Without giving it much thought, she reached for the knob and opened the door, instantly catching site of the boy in the shower on the right side of the tiny bathroom. She could see him reflected in the mirror behind the sink. He had the shower curtain pulled forward to stop the mist and water from getting out, but it wasn’t pulled back to the rear at all, and so she could plainly see his naked ass sticking out from the edge of it. She started to just pull the door back closed and pretend it never happened, but she noticed him taking a step back at the last moment before she moved. And a flash of flesh caught her by total surprise…such surprise, that she hesitated in shutting the door, and instead closed it enough to conceal herself, but still allow her to look in on him.
Not fucking possible, she commented to herself mentally as she continued to strain her eyes in an attempt to see Joel’s junk once more. Well if that wasn’t his dick, then what the fuck was it? The question sort of hung in the air above her head… dropping down to tap her every few seconds as she gawked unashamedly at her nephew. I’m deprived and perverted. That concept wasn’t anything new for her to admit. She fully realized she was a horny dog of a woman most of the time, and this moment was certainly no exception. C’mon…back up again, dammit! And as if on cue, the boy backed up in the shower, soap in hair and eyes clenched tightly. As his hands worked his short cut head fuzz into a lather, down below, between his legs, their quick and scrubbing movements caused his penis and balls to wave back and forth between his wiry thighs. “HOLEE SHIT!” Donna mouthed the words is shock, but no sound emerged from her lips. What the fuck---?!? It became suddenly apparent to her why Connie had put up with David for two years…why she’d married him in the first place. The man had been a total pompous asshole and horrible Navy man…a total loser from the very beginning and no one had liked him. And yet, still, she’d latched on to him and refused to let go until he’d absolutely up and left her. Judging from the wagging tail between Joel’s legs, it finally became apparent to Donna just what Connie had seen in David. Wow…it all finally makes a little sense, she thought. As big as Joel was, she could perversely imagine how big his father must have been. And speaking of which…was he really that big, or was it just because he was so damn skinny, that his dick just looked big in comparison? Nah…it’s big alright…damn, she thought to herself as she continued to spy on him. That’s gotta be as long as my hand…fuck, it’s hanging halfway to his knee…look at it! And indeed it was. Not that he was all that tall, but his penis certainly swung past the half-way point. Limp, he was practically as big as her husband was hard. And the kicker for the matter, was that it wasn’t just long…but it was fat as well. Uncut and plump like an overfilled sausage, dangling side to side over the front of two not-so-small testicles. Oh my ever-loving word, woman…look at his balls! They hung down half the distance of his dick length. It looked like he had two golf balls in a wet ankle sock, dangling behind his cock. She couldn’t ever remember seeing a sack of nuts that big before in her entire life, and that included shit she’d seen on the internet. Big dicks were one thing…but a big bag of balls was something altogether different. Absently, she found herself wondering how much cum he could shoot in a single load. Donna! You’re a pervert! Quit spying on him and shut the fucking door…damn, woman! Her inner voice scolded her, but her hands never made an effort to close the door. By this point, he’d finished washing his scruffy hair and had stepped forward to rinse it under the shower’s flow. Dammit…he’s done anyway…fix’in to get out…just shut the door woman! Again the naggy little voice in her head urged her to close the door and walk away, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. All at once, Joel stepped back into view again, and this time his hands weren’t scrubbing his head…they were fondling his genitals. One hand cupped up his ball sack and the other hand slapped his cock against his thigh like a wet towel…and he continued to pop it against his leg until it began to swell and harden.
Donna couldn’t help herself. Watching him slap his big, fat cock like a whip was more than she could resist. Impulsively she began to sweat and her hands found their way up to her breasts, tightly cinched in her small bra. Her E-cups were suddenly sprouting erect nipples that she subconsciously knew were probably visible poking through her t-shirt. Her hands played around for a moment and then locked on to her nipples and indeed, they were bulging against the fabric with all their might. Oh yeah, slap that fat bitch, she purred in her head as the boy continued to pop his dick. Finally he stopped when his penis was a good three quarters erect. Backing up further, he put his back to the rear wall of the shower and pressed himself against it. With his slapping hand, he began to pump on his cock like a well oiled machine…and the three quarters quickly became a full erection that Donna guessed had to be nine inches long if not longer. Against his scrawny frame, it looked all the more massive. She wondered how he managed to grip his hand all the way around it. Fuck…it’s got to be six inches in circumference! A guess based on knowing her husband’s was four and a half around. The length was awesome, but she marveled at his girth…so fat and thick…it looked like it was as big around as the wrist he was using to pump it with. Cum, motherfucker…shoot it off! She simply wasn’t going to deny she was getting off at this point…to do so would have been a complete and ridiculous lie. She was dying to see how much cum he could shoot, and she damn well intended to remain watching until he popped a load off. Over the rush of the shower, she thought she heard him gasp…and then she absolutely heard him moan and then she noticed his arm beating faster with a sudden urgency while his other hand squeezed on his balls reflexively. Please cum…please do it…c’mon…cum for Aunt Donna! She’d no sooner thought the sentence than she regretted it, knowing exactly how perverse and twisted it was. It was bad enough that she was spying on him…and even worse that she was getting off watching him jerking it. For a second or so she was almost ashamed enough to close the door, but then her eyes bulged out her head as he released a voluminous volley of semen that leapt out at least a foot in front of him. Oh fuck he’s cumming…he’s shooting it off! Joel moaned again and squeezed his nuts hard while simultaneously pumping off two long shots of cum, both erupting suddenly and flying out across the shower out of sight beyond the curtain. Oh fuck! OH FUCK!! He shot cum clean to the front of the fucking shower…holee fucking shit!! She couldn’t believe he could project that far. Paul barely ever managed to shoot it on her if he was standing directly above her…something he did quite often. The man loved to jerk off on her titties. But in comparison, her husband’s semen showers were puny and insignificant. Joel was firing off more in one spurt than her husband could provide in two fuckings put together. The boy groaned again and fired off two more squirts before releasing his dick and standing up and away from the wall. He continued to massage his balls though as he stepped forward in the enclosure…milking them, it appeared…semen oozing in great gobs from the tip of his bulbous head and foreskin. Paul was circumcised, as were both her boys…and to Donna, Joel’s cock looked like a horse dick…some kind of animal appendage…both disgustingly huge…and horribly erotic at the same time.
She watched in awe as he slapped his limp dick against his leg to beat the rest of his cum load out. Several spurts of cream ejected from his shaft and splattered out of the shower onto the bath rug beside it. Nasty motherfucker…just sling your cum wherever, huh? It pissed her off…and yet turned her on at the same time. She imagined him slapping her face with it, slinging his goo off on her mouth and cheeks…then forcing it into her mouth and making her suck it…the salty taste of cum in her mouth…the scent of her own pussy wafting off of it into her nose. Oh stop it, fuck…you’re gonna cum on yourself! As soon as she thought it, she realized it was true…and nearly already there. She been apparently rubbing her pussy the whole time and didn’t even realize it. She knew she’d been playing with her tits, but when her hands had abandoned them for her crotch, she had no idea. Maybe you’d know if you hadn’t been so busy watching your nephew spank off! The voice in her head scolded her again, but by this point she just didn’t give a shit what it said. Joel was turning off the shower and she realized she needed to shut the door quickly before he noticed her watching him in the mirror. Gently she pulled the door to and stepped down the hall towards her bedroom door. “Fuck, I’m so horny…fuck…dying here,” she whispered to herself as she stepped faster toward her door. At some point, she realized she was panting. SLAM! As soon as she was inside her bedroom with the door shut, she collapsed atop her bed on her back and had her pants down in seconds…her hand in her nightstand drawer grasping desperately for her vibrator. BUZZ! “Ohhh fuck me,” she cut loose with the charged exclamation before realizing how loud she was being or that Joel could probably hear her. “Shit!” she blurted and bit down on her bottom lip to keep from shouting further. She was so near orgasm that she could taste it…just a minute more and she’d get the bitch…and probably wet her pants down. Sadly she hadn’t even bothered to pull them off…just unsnapped, unzipped and pushed them down far enough to jab her dildo where it needed to be…so if she shot off hard, she was going to soak the bed and her underwear. “Big, fat, nasty cock…dirty, dirty little bastard…cum so much…cum so much!” She was talking out loud again and just couldn’t help herself. A good, hard orgasm was something she seldom ever got…but she could feel it building and it was gonna be something epic, she knew, when it finally blew. In her mind, she imagined walking into the bathroom and jerking the curtain back on the shower, surprising Joel… “Stop wasting all that cum, you little freak…Aunt Donna’s got titties for that,” she’d say before ripping her blouse buttons off and spilling her E-cup tits for him. And he’d be on her like white on rice…and she’d spit on her titties and then rub them up and down on his fat horse cock till balls exploded in her face and his cum covered her. “AAaaahhhh, cum on me you fat dicked little bastard, cum on Aunt Donna, yeah…yeah baby…yes,” she crooned as she finally erupted and her feminine juice sprayed out onto the bed beneath her as well as her inner thighs. She was in ecstasy…sheer bliss of sexual stimulation…she was still cumming. Despite the wetness she’d already expelled, she could feel the swelling of another orgasm. “Oh fuck…oh fuck,” she gasped loudly. Just then, a knock on the door startled her. “Oh fuck, not now,” she moaned before she could bite her lip. Oh shit…oh shit…it’s him…it’s Joel…he probably heard you in here cat-calling like a cheap whore! She was too close to another sensuous orgasm to stop though…or to consider the consequences of what was happening. Do it! Tell him to come in…fuck him! Fuck that fat fucking cock, Donna…tell him to come in! You know he’ll do it…you saw the shit on his computer!
She couldn’t resist…the thought of him barging into her room wearing nothing and climbing onto her bed and fucking her was a savage and insanely salacious act. Adulterous and even worse! But she was already cumming again and it was more than she could resist. “Come in…oh fuck…come in!” she called out to him. When the door opened though, it wasn’t Joel standing in the opening…but two sons, Edwin and Alvin…both naked and both with dangling, giant sized dicks. They rushed into the room and jumped onto her bed and she grabbed their cocks and began to jerk them off on herself… BUZZ! She erupted again and her vagina literally pushed the vibrator out of her and it rolled down between her legs, it’s buzzing muffled by the blanket and her thigh. She sat up and looked at her door. It was closed. She was trembling…her masturbation had been so intense that her entire body was now weak. Gazing downward, she realized the entire top of the bed was wet between her legs, including her panties and jeans. With one hand, she reached and clicked the dildo off to hush its buzzing noise. Oh that was sick…that was just nasty, she admitted to herself as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and kicked at her jeans and panties to get them off. Never in her life had she ever thought of her twin boys as anything other than pests and idiots. To imagine them barging in and gang-banging her, was beyond grotesque, but yet she’d done it. Somehow her obsession with Joel had rolled into Ed and Al. Why one giant dick when you could have two…or three? She quickly stomped that thought down and attempted to deny it ever existed. She felt guilty and disgusted at herself for having thought about such a sick and fucked up thing, but despite that, it had been the hottest self-oriented orgasm she’d ever had. She knew she’d cum at least twice…maybe more even. She glanced at the bed beside her and decided it had certainly been more than twice without doubt…just judging from the horrendous wet spot on the mattress. Standing up, her legs quivering, she made her way towards her bathroom, all the while, fighting to unbutton her blouse. By the time she reached the open doorway, she was pulling her brassiere off and tossing it to the four winds. By the time she reached her shower, she was completely naked. With a twist of her right hand, she set the shower head running. She’d learned a long time back not to climb in immediately, so she stood for a few moments while she waited for the water to heat up. While she stood there though, she found herself staring at her own reflection in the mirror that hung behind the sink across from the shower. Her private bathroom was much like the kids’ in design and layout. Her mirror was exactly like the one in the other bathroom. Curiously she glanced from it to the open door, and again confronted the fact that she’d been peeping on her nephew. Oh man, I’m such a nasty pervert…I