Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 18:20:11 -0300
From: ottootto@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Parkers 39

Chapter 39 - Her own guilt

That Friday afternoon, Lucy Parker didn't want to go home. Her best friend
(and most recent lover) had just confessed that she had sex with Julie
Parker, Lucy's daughter.

Lucy felt weird. Almost disgusted. Julie was, after all, her sweet lovely
daughter.

Sure, Julie was bisexual, she knew it. And Julie had an active sex
life. And Lucy had never minded that, because as far as she knew, Julie
always had sex with people around her age. Sometimes, a little older, but
never with someone who was old enough to be her mother!

Julie was bisexual; Julie had sex with whomever she wanted, but
still... Lucy felt that her daughter had been used in some weird way.

Julie was much younger than Janet. Maybe Janet had seduced Julie. Maybe
Julie didn't know what she was doing. Maybe she was too embarrassed to
reject her mother's best friend.

Maybe Julie felt some obligation, as if she had to do it. Who knows?

Of course, Lucy had sex with George's kids, and that only made her feel
worse.

Why weren't they fucking girls (or boys) their ages? Why were they fucking
their parents, their uncle, their aunt? Were they used by their sick
parents? Were they used by their sick uncle and aunt?

Did she, in any way, abuse them?

This was ridiculous, of course. After all, Lucy was, once, the
fourteen-year old girl who had seduced an adult man, father of three. But
that Friday afternoon, all she could think was: "They're kids!"

Ronnie, for instance, was only sixteen!

Again, she was already a mother of twins when she was sixteen, and she was
already pregnant again. But somehow that kind of information just vanished
from her brain. She was thinking: "Are they safe?"

She thought about going home. About confronting Julie, and asking her if
she was certain that she had done the right thing, that time, months ago,
with Janet.

But Lucy couldn't. There would be too much to confess.

And then, there was her own guilt to deal with.

So she got a cab and went to George's house. She had to ask. She had to
talk. To one of her nephews. Preferably Ronnie.

She got at George's, and rang the bell.

A cute redhead opened the door. She said:

"Oh, you are... Brian's aunt, right?"

Lucy didn't know the boys' girlfriend very well, but she remembered this
redhead. She didn't know her name, she didn't know which of the boys she
was dating (Brian, apparently) but she wasn't a strange.

"Yes, Lucy."

"Hi, I'm Rachel. We met a couple of times."

"Yes. How are you?"

"Come in."

Lucy entered the house. And Rachel said:

"I guess you won't be shocked."

And then she opened the door to George's studio.

Fuck!

Yes, that's what they were doing! It!

Brian was fucking a blonde girl, while she sucked Mick. Keith was fucking a
young brunette in the ass, while she lapped Claire's pussy!

Rachel asked:

"Would you like to join?"

Of course, she knew.

And that was the worst possible thing that could happen. All these hot
kids, fucking and sucking... Lucy felt too disgusted to be aroused.

"No, no..."

And her nephews, Mick, Keith and Brian, started to greet her. She could
only raise her hand and fake a smile. Claire and the girls greeted her. It
was bizarre. And sick.

Then Bill appeared, from the kitchen, with a bottle of beer:

"Hi, aunt Lucy."

Well, at least Bill was almost dressed (he had a robe on).

"Oh, Bill. Uh... May we talk?"

"Sure. Come to my room."

They went to his bedroom. Lucy felt weird. She was nervous. She wasn't sure
if she wanted to have this conversation.

What if she lost them?

Well, it would be for their sake!

But they seemed to have so much fun in George's studio...

No. She had to know.

They were alone. Rachel, apparently, had removed her clothes and joined the
others. The door was closed. Lucy was sitting on the bed, and Bill was
sitting on a chair, facing her.

And Lucy started:

"Bill... Do you... How do you... Feel about... All this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know..."

With her head, she indicated the studio.

"My girlfriend having sex with Keith?"

"No. Well... Kind of. You know... Incest."

Bill put the bottle on his desk. He knew this was serious.

"Why?"

"I have to know how do you feel."

"Well, I love it."

He meant it. But he was nervous. He felt that his dear aunt Lucy was almost
slipping away. And he didn't want that to happen. But he was so nervous
that he didn't sound so convincing, so she repeated the question:

"How do you feel about it?"

"Look, aunt Lucy, incest is not something that I'm willing to give up. So
far, it has been wonderful. I had so many great experiences, I learned so
many great things..."

"How old were you when this started? How did you joined them? Why? How did
you feel?"

Lucy was divided. Part of her wanted him to say that he felt he was forced
and abused, another part wanted him to say that everything was okay.

Then she held his beer and drank a little. She really needed it.

He told her the truth. How he was 15, crazy about sex, masturbating every
day, usually more than once, and how Brian came closer, closer, and
suddenly the experiences began. It was natural, and he had no problems with
it. It was an opportunity to try something that he had been fantasizing
about (yes, even gay sex); in fact it was the opportunity that he had been
dreaming about (although he didn't expect it happen with his brother). And
the rest of his family, his other brothers (although Ronnie was not part of
it, yet), his parents... It just got better and better. He felt like they
were there. While he lost his virginity, they were there, giving their
support, making everything much easier. And he still loves to do it.

Lucy drank a little more and asked:

"Did you ever feel you were used? Or abused?"

"No! In some ways, I guess I could almost feel that I was the one using
them. After all, I was having sex!"

"Weren't you too young?"

"Look, aunt Lucy... I was not a little kid. That would be wrong, sure. But
I was a horny teenager. I wanted to have sex. I had to have sex, I just
couldn't see how. When it happened... I was ready, believe me!"

"But how do you feel about... Older people? Me?"

"About you?"

She drank the rest of the beer before saying:

"Yes."

"Oh, aunt Lucy... You were a dream coming true. You were my fantasy. I have
no ideas how many times I... I masturbated thinking on you. I have always
desired you! When I was a kid, I wanted to marry you. Later, I just wanted
to fuck you, I... I mean, that night was very special to me. Again, I had
to have sex with you, I just couldn't see how I could do it. When it
happened... It blew my mind."

"Really?"

"Yes. I have the hots for you since I started to jerk off. You were my
favorite fantasy. Even during sex, sometimes, I used to close my eyes and
think about you for a moment. I still do it. Even with Val!"

Val was Valerie Tyler, his girlfriend.

"So... You wanted it? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I can't say it enough. I wanted your body... Aunt Lucy, you have a
fantastic body! You can't blame me for fantasizing about it."

"Didn't you feel pressured to have sex with me? Like you had no choice?"

"No, no, I really desired you! I still do!"

Lucy was flattered. And surprised. She wasn't expecting that. But she
couldn't stop thinking about little Bill Parker masturbating, thinking
about her.

He had wanted it. So, maybe... Julie wanted it, too. With Janet, I mean. Of
course, Julie had no desire for her old mother (Lucy thought).

Then it was Bill's turn to ask:

"Why? Are you feeling... Do you regret anything? Did uncle Roger force you
or anything? I mean... If he did, I'll..."

Lucy laughed. She actually laughed. The image of the adolescent Bill
masturbating gave place to a Galahad Bill, who would do anything to save
her from her nasty husband!

"No! I wanted it. I just... Felt that... Maybe, I was doing something
wrong. Yes, I did regret it. It was a wonderful experience, certainly it
was special, but... I wasn't sure how did you feel about it. I thought
that, maybe, it was some kind of abuse or something."

He moved closer to her, and caressed her long black hair.

"Hey, aunt Lucy, it was no abuse. We wanted to do it, we knew what we were
doing, we were free to stop, if you wanted, and I know that at least I had
a wonderful time with you."

"Yes. I know."

She looked at him. Deep into his eyes. This boy who had desired her for so
long. And now, she was the one desiring him.

She kissed him.

They kissed.

They kissed for a long time. This time, they were alone. Monday night, they
had been in an orgy. Arms and legs all over the bed. Everybody was fucking,
sucking, it was cocks and cunts and sex.

But, that Friday, there were just the two of them. That afternoon, Lucy got
the chance to feel Bill's body. To smell him. This time, it was Bill. A
man.

She opened his robe. Boy, Bill Parker had a beautiful body! Large shoulder,
strong chest, strong legs, and a magnificent cock.

Lucy kissed his nephew's chest. She kissed it and licked it. She held his
strong butt.

And, then it hit her: Julie had cum, that time with Janet.

Yes. Julie wanted to cum, and she did. Janet did it.

Julie Parker was a woman, she had desires, she had sex with anyone that
turned her on. And Janet turned her on. Janet Stone excited Julie
Parker. And Julie excited Janet.

Lucy really had to apologize to Janet!

But later...

Lucy kissed, licked and sucked Bill's chest. And she started to move
down. Se could feel Bill's hard prick against her body, against her breasts
(she was still dressed), against her neck, against her chin.

Then she put it in her mouth.

Lucy started to suck Bill's hard and big cock. Seven inches, and so tasty.

Bill had been party of the orgy that was happening in the studio. When Lucy
arrived, he had just finished cumming in Grace's asshole. He had excused
himself, went to the kitchen for a beer, and his aunt arrived. But, that
talk with Lucy, his inspirations of so many masturbations, was enough to
get him hard again.

And her mouth... Wow! Bill was loving the way she sucked him, very slowly,
tenderly, lovingly. She had sucked him before, that's true, but that
afternoon, it was special.

It was just the two of them. Alone. And this was no orgy. Her blowjob, now,
was an act of love.

Indeed, Lucy had no second thoughts. Yes, Bill was much younger than she,
yes, he was her nephew, but he wanted to be here. He wanted to make love to
her, this young boy, only 18, who had a pretty girlfriend (although Lucy
wasn't sure if it was the blonde or the brunette), and still... He desired
her. His aunt, mother of five.

Both of them knew what they were doing. There was no hesitation. No
worries.

She looked into his eyes, while his cock disappeared (and appeared) in her
mouth. He was in pure bliss, she could tell.

Lucy, then, licked Bill's cock lovingly, and then raised her body. She had
to get out of that red dress!

Bill understood. He also raised his body, sitting, and kissed her, while
his hand touched her hand. Together, they zipped her down.

Lucy was not wearing underwear. In the hurry to leave Janet's home, she
simply had put them in her purse.

So she was practically naked. All she had to do was broke the kiss for a
second, raise her body just enough, and she would be free.

She did it. She broke the kiss, she raised her body a little, and Bill's
hands removed it. Removed it and tossed it aside. They kissed again.

This time, they were naked, both of them. Lucy and Bill, together. She sat
on his cock, and they started to make love, still kissing.

They did it very gently, very slowly. They were intimate.

And the truth is that, during most of those masturbations, Bill hadn't been
fantasizing about what they had last Monday. He was fantasizing about
this. His aunt and he, close together, doing it beautifully.

And, indeed, it was beautiful.

Maybe it was because both of them had already cum that afternoon. Maybe it
was simply because that was exactly what Lucy needed. I don't know, but
they just keep doing it, without hurry, without any possible pressure. No
one was trying to make the other feel good, or trying to make the other
cum, they both knew that it would happen naturally.

It was happening naturally!

Yes, they kissed; their tongues were together. They licked and sucked and
bit each other's tongues. And Bill's hands were holding his aunt's
buttocks, helping her to move, very slowly, up and down his cock.

Her clit was rubbing his skin. His cock was going deep inside her
pussy. This could not get any better.

She knew how to move. She knew how to move her hips to get the best of her
nephew's cock. And, so, that was exactly what she was getting: the best,
just the best.

They kissed, madly. Her hands were holding his strong back. And, as the
sensations got more intense, he could feel her nails, very lightly, on his
back. He didn't mind. He just kissed her more.

Their movements were precise and they never changed the rhythm. They just
kept doing it. Making it.

Bill, with his beloved aunt, at last alone. At last fucking her like she
deserved to be fucked.

And Lucy, at last in peace. This was wonderful, there was nothing wrong
with it, quite the opposite, she would just have to get more and more of
it. Sex. With whoever excites her.

They kept doing it. Their movements didn't change. But their sensations
suddenly changed or, at least, progressed. They were getting closer and
closer to their orgasms, both of them. But, again, they did nothing to
hurry it. It would happen naturally.

It already was!

Their eyes were closed. The only indication that they gave each other of
how great they were feeling was through their mouths, kissing more and
more. And their fingers. Lucy's nails on Bill's back, Bill's fingers, deep
in the flesh of his aunt's butt.

Then it happened. They moaned into each other's mouths, her nails hurt his
back, his fingers gripped her butt, and he shot his load in her pussy.

It was over.

Or not yet. After all, they kept kissing for some minutes, until Bill's
cock got too soft.

"Thank you," she said.

"Oh, thank you, aunt Lucy."

In some ways, she was spent. She had enough. But the truth was that Janet
had presented her a whole new world, and now she had no guilt, she was free
to enjoy it.

So she grabbed his hand. Together, naked, they went to George's
studio. Lucky for them, everybody was catching their breaths.

So Lucy said:

"Now I'm ready to join you." And, looking at Claire, she said: "All of
you."

Claire understood immediately what Lucy meant. She asked:

"Really?"

Lucy just got closer. And kissed her. Yes, really.



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