Whispers in the Mountains

Chapter 1: Kay Tobin's hopes for romantic vacation dim.

Kay Tobin slipped the soft white cotton nightgown over her head. A gentle shiver raced through her as the soft garment gently slid down, caressing her body and tickling her as it glided lightly over her skin. Kay had a good body, one that had changed very little in the years since she was a teenager. Although she was very attractive, she had always been insecure about her looks and couldn't understand why so many of her women friends, usually sounding envious, told her she still looked years younger than she was and said they wished they looked as good as she did.

Kay was always embarrassed when people made comments on what good shape she was in and how pretty she was. She usually responded by blushing and claiming that her appearance was more the result of good genes than anything she was doing. In truth, she paid careful attention to her diet and exercised whenever she could.

She should have been skinny. She stood about five-eight and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, just five pounds more than she weighed the day she graduated from high school. The thing was, despite how slim she was her body was quite shapely. Her breasts were small, but perfectly in proportion with the rest of her body. And they had remained firm. She did take care of herself, eat well, and never had children, so her lithe body was still in good condition.

Once she had her nightgown on, Kay fluffed her shoulder-length curly brown hair out over her shoulders. That pretty much finished her chores in the bathroom, so she walked down the hallway of the summer home located on Mallard Lake where she and her husband were spending a week visiting friends. She sighed before she entered the bedroom she and her spouse were using.

The lights were on in the bedroom and Kay's husband, Stu, was sitting up in bed. His half-eye reading glasses were perched on the tip of his nose and he was gazing intently at a paperback book he held in his hands. He was a portly, balding man, twelve years older than Kay, and he looked ten years older than that.

When Kay walked into the bedroom Stu looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. His eyes traveled quickly up and down her body. "Hey, babe, ain't you lookin' good tonight?" he said. Almost immediately, his eyes and attention returned to the book. "Love that nightgown, baby. It's real sexy. You oughta wear stuff like that more," he commented, without looking at her.

"Ah, thanks, honey," Kay murmured as she slid into bed next to the man she'd been married to for fifteen years. In fact, she'd worn the nightgown many times, but this was the first time he'd commented on it. She did find the fact that he had noticed it encouraging. She'd hoped they might be able to put a little romance back in their marriage during their week in the mountains but, judging from the intent way her husband was studying the book in his hands, romance wasn't on his agenda, at least not for tonight. She rolled on her side, putting her back toward Stu, and tried to go to sleep.

She was pleasantly surprised when, just moments after she got in bed, her husband turned the lights off and his bulky body pressed against hers.

"Hey, babe," Stu said softly. He began sliding his hand over her side and down onto her breast. "I was thinking tonight might be a good night for a little nooky, how about you? Being here in the mountains does something to me. They say the mountain air does that to guys."

"Ah..." Kay murmured. Her husband's fingers began toying with her nipple and a small ripple of delight swept through her. What Stu was doing to her felt nice, but it wasn't quite what she'd been hoping for. She'd been hoping there might be a possibility of them trying something new in their love making, but this was exactly the same way he always initiated sex. Discouraged and a little disappointed, she laid there, mentally anticipating what he would say and do next. "Next he'll tell me I have a nice butt," she thought, "And he'll start pushing his erection against my bottom."

The thought had no sooner entered her mind than Stu's middle began to rotate against her bottom and she felt his swelling penis pressing against her buttocks. "Hey, babe, you still got a real nice butt, I ever tell you that?" he murmured.

Kay shook her head. It was good her back was to her husband so he couldn't see the look of disappointment on her face. "Now he'll pull my nightgown up," she thought. The thought had barely formed when her husband's hands began to tug her nightgown up. She sighed and lifted her body so he could slide the garment up and he eventually managed to get it bunched under her armpits, then his hand fell onto her bared breast and his semi-hard penis pressed against her now-bare bottom.

"'I love the way your nipples feel when they're hard,' comes next," Kay thought.

"I love the way your nipples feel when they get hard," her husband murmured while he twirled his wife's semi-hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "And this feels pretty damn good, too." He shoved his hips against Kay's bottom, nudging her with his erecting penis. "You want it as much as I do, don't you, babe?"

"Of...of course I do," Kay replied. Despite the fact that her husband's actions were so predictable, she was feeling something, even if it was only a kind of low-level arousal. She was fortunate in that respect. It took very little for her to get turned on and she almost always had an orgasm, even with Stu's perfunctory lovemaking. "Well, I guess it's about time for him to suggest that I suck on his penis," she thought after her husband rubbed his semi-erect organ against her bottom for a while.

"How about doing something special for me tonight?" Stu asked. "You know what I mean, don't you, babe?"

Kay knew the code only too well. "All right," she replied, trying hard to keep the sense of resignation she felt out of her tone of voice. This, too, was something she expected. When Stu said he wanted her do "do something special" for him, it meant he wanted a blow job. A few years earlier, when he began to occasionally experience problems getting an erection, they experimented with oral sex as a means of helping him. At the time it helped solve the problem, but in the years since, her performing oral sex on Stu had become a regular part of their lovemaking. The problem was, he seldom reciprocated by performing oral sex on her. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time he'd done that to her.

"Come on, babe," Stu said, rolling onto his back. "I can't wait to feel those fantastic lips of yours!"

Kay got to her knees, leaned over her husband, and took his penis in her hand. He had begun to get hard, but wasn't nearly hard enough to do what she needed him to do. She began to stroke the partially hard organ and heard her husband groan softly.

"Yeah, babe, that's it!" Stu murmured. "You do know what I like, don't you?"

Kay bent down and took the tip of her husband's semi-hard penis in her mouth. When she did, her soft brown hair tumbled over his middle. She knew he liked that and almost instantly his penis twitched and grew harder. She felt his hand glide up the back of her leg, onto her bottom, then his fingers began to probe for her vagina. Unfortunately, his caresses didn't feel very good because she wasn't wet. She seldom got wet any more when they made love.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Stu groaned. "Do it, babe! That's what I want! Do it!"

Kay felt the rush of delight she always got when she made love to her husband. She cared for him and did like to turn him on. Knowing she was making him feel good pleased and aroused her. As his penis stiffened, her excitement grew, too.

"Hey, babe," Stu groaned. His hips were rocking, he was gasping with delight, and his cock had grown as hard as it was going to get. "I'm about ready if you are. I know you like doing that, but I want into you! How about riding me tonight?"

Kay sighed again. Having her go on top, was yet another habit they'd fallen into. It wasn't that she didn't like going on top, but it would be a nice change if he went on top occasionally. She straddled her husband's bulky body and, holding his erection-which was slick and wet from her sucking it-in her hand, sank down onto him. A shudder rippled through her when his erection slid into her. It might not be the passionate, tender love-making they'd engaged in when they were dating and first married, but it was better than no sex at all, and there had been a period of that, too, not so long ago.

Once she had her husband's erection hilted in her, Kay began to rock her hips. She could feel warmth and excitement building in her as she did. It did feel good to have his swollen rod moving in her! She looked down at Stu. He laid there, red-faced, with his eyes closed, grunting with delight as she rotated her hips and bounced up and down on him, using the movements she knew he liked and that would get him off.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" her husband groaned. "Oh, God, babe, you do that so damn good! I'm getting there, I'm really getting there!" The movements of his hips became more pronounced.

Kay was stunned when she realized her husband was about to come. He seldom lasted long, but he usually lasted a little longer than this. Trying to ensure that she came, too, she intensified her own movements. She was close, but not as close as he seemed to be. Maybe, if she tried hard, she would be able to...

"Gahhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Damn! Damn!" Stu groaned his back arching. "Here it comes! Take it, babe! Take it!"

"Oh, no!" Kay thought when she felt her husband's hot juices jetting into her. She didn't quite make it. She wasn't coming. But, not wanting to disappoint him, she whispered, "Yes!!! Oh, darling, yes!!!!" and rocked her hips wildly. When she was sure her husband had finished coming, she climbed off him and stretched out on the bed next to him.

"Damn, you sure do that good, babe," Stu said. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, and then he rolled on his side, putting his back to her. Seconds later, she could hear him snoring.

Kay laid next to her snoring spouse for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. She was still turned on and memories of their first day of vacation played through her mind like a movie.

Earlier that evening, she and Stu went out to dinner with their friends, Gloria and Mel Bobar. Sue and Mike Ervin, another couple visiting the Bobars that week also went along. The three men had been friends since childhood and, after they married, their wives became close, too.

For their evening out, Kay had worn a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a white top that left a thin strip of her midriff bare. She liked the outfit, but had second thoughts after she saw herself in it. It was an outfit more suited to the slim body of a teenager than a woman her age, but it did fit and fit well. "Maybe I ought to be dressing more like other women my age," she mused while she studied herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She dismissed the thought. Stu liked it when she wore outfits that emphasized how good her slim figure was, so that's how she dressed.

When she walked out into the living room to join their friends earlier that evening, both Mel and Mike gave her appreciative looks when they saw the outfit. So did the Bobars' twenty-year-old son Franklin, who everybody called Frankie. Ever since she and Stu arrived at the cabin, Kay had noticed that the young man was gazing at her with unabashed adoration in his eyes.

Gloria and Sue both commented on how nice the outfit looked, too, and ruefully admitted they wished they had the figures to wear the kind of outfits Kay did.

The owner of the restaurant had flirted with her openly and it bugged Kay that Stu didn't seem to be bothered by the man's overt attention. When she got up to go to the bathroom with Sue and Gloria, she noticed that the men at the table next to theirs were staring at her, too.

"Why doesn't Stu appreciate me as much as strangers seem to? Why can't be more romantic? He's never been gushy, but he was a lot more attentive when we first got married," Kay wondered as she lay next to her snoring husband, trying to get to sleep. "Why can't he make love to me the way he used to? I bet any one of those other men, even Mel and Mike, would be only too happy to do that." She continued to toss and turn as the thoughts continued. "Why even Frankie looked as if he was undressing me with his eyes!"

That thought startled her. "Kay, get a grip on yourself!" she thought. "Things are getting pretty bad when you start to have erotic fantasies about your best friend's son!" Finally, she nodded off to sleep.

Chapter 2: Kay's early morning swim with Frankie.

Kay woke up early the next morning and as she worked the sleep out of her mind, she discovered, much to her dismay, that she was feeling a bit edgy. Although she'd have never done so if she'd been fully awake, she grudgingly attributed her condition to being sexually unsatisfied. Her husband Stu-the cause of her condition-was still sound asleep, was snoring away next to her. She carefully slid out of the bed, slipped on a fluffy pink terrycloth robe, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom she headed for the kitchen, intending to make coffee. She walked into the kitchen and found Frankie, wearing a white T-shirt and cutoff jeans, sitting at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice.

The minute she saw the young man, she recalled the prurient thoughts she'd had about him the previous night, felt her face growing warm, and knew she was blushing. "Ah...good...good morning, Frankie," she said.

"Good morning, Aunt Kay," the young man replied. His face, too grew red.

Kay looked at her friend's son and realized she hadn't really grasped the fact that he'd grown up before this, but he certainly had. Frankie was a few inches taller than she was and looked a little stocky. He looked solid, though, not flabby. He had short brown hair and wore glasses. He was, she thought, quite handsome and he had a very inviting smile. She knew from how his mother bragged about him her that he was a bright boy, who did very well, in his academic subjects in school. And he was one of the most polite kids she'd ever encountered.

She'd known him since he was a baby and they'd always been very close. In fact, even though they weren't related, the young man called her "Aunt Kay." In the last few years, however, she noticed that he seemed to be acting shy and nervous around her. The odd thing was that Frankie never had bonded with her husband the way he had with her. Sometimes she thought it bugged Stu that she and Frankie were so close.

As she looked at Frankie, Kay thought about how much the young man had changed in the time she'd known him. He was no longer the roly-poly little boy who used to climb up in her lap and ask her to read to him. He had, she realized, matured into a handsome young man. "What are you doing up so early, Frankie?" she asked.

"Ah...I...I...usually get up early and go for a swim when we're up here in the summer," he replied. "It's kind of neat to get in the water this early. It really wakes you up, you know?"

"That sounds like fun," Kay replied. Impulsively, she heard herself adding, "Would you mind if I joined you this morning?"

Frankie looked surprised by her request. "Ah...no...I...I guess not," he replied. His face grew even redder.

"Well...I guess I...I...I better go put on my suit if I'm going swimming with you," Kay said. She had no idea why she was doing this, but she'd committed herself. She went back to her bedroom to get her swimsuit. Stu was still snoring away, oblivious to the world. She'd be surprised if he woke up much before ten. She carefully sorted through the swimsuits in her suitcase, trying to decide which one to wear. She finally took one out of her suitcase, held it up, and paused. It was a black bikini, with gold highlights on the bra and a very tiny black bottom. The suit was very daring; far more so than any suit she'd ever owned before. She left the other, more conservative, suits she had brought with her in the suitcase and slipped the black bikini-what there was of it-on. Then she put on one of her husband's shirts to cover her-and the suit. "I wonder if Frankie will like my suit?" she wondered as she walked back to the kitchen. Her insides were churning. This was kind of exciting!

Frankie, holding two towels, was waiting for her in the kitchen. When Kay walked in, he smiled and opened the door. "I got some towels for us. You ready to go?" he asked.

"As ready as I'm going to get, I guess," Kay replied.

They walked down to the dock that jutted out into the lake in front of the Bobar cabin.

Frankie stopped when they reached the dock. "I usually take the canoe out to the float and swim there," he said, nodding toward a small raft floating some distance from shore. "You can swim off the dock, but the water's deeper out there, it makes swimming better."

"The float sounds good to me," Kay said. "So does the canoe ride."

Frankie slid the canoe into the water, then got in the tipsy craft and held it steady while Kay climbed into the tipsy craft cautiously and got herself settled.

"This is so nice, Frankie," Kay commented while the young man paddled the canoe toward the raft. The lake was smooth as glass, and a light mist floated just above the surface of the water. "I can't believe how smooth the lake is. It's like a mirror."

"Yeah, it's like this a lot of mornings, if there isn't any wind," Frankie agreed, "I like being out here this time of day. It's almost as nice as being out in the canoe at night."

Frankie couldn't believe he was getting to go swimming with Aunt Kay, who he'd always adored, and who he'd had a serious crush on since he reached puberty. He thought she was about his mother's age, but she looked a whole lot better than his mother did. In fact, he thought she was just about the prettiest woman he'd ever known, lots prettier than the few girls he'd dated. He couldn't believe how neat she looked in the outfit she had on when they all went out to dinner the night before. He had fallen asleep wondering what it would feel like to touch the soft skin of Aunt Kay's belly that outfit left exposed.

"Maybe you can take me for a canoe ride some night, Frankie," Kay said. "That sounds like it might really be fun."

"Ah...yeah...it...it is," Frankie replied. His heart was pounding. He couldn't believe Aunt Kay said she wanted to go for a canoe ride with him at night. That would be unreal! He wished there were some way he could do more with her, but he knew that was an impossible dream. She was happily married and a good friend of his mother's, so he knew there was no way he would ever have a chance to do anything more than gaze fondly at her and dream about what it would be like to make love with her.

When they reached the raft, Frankie tied the canoe to the ladder on one end of the raft, and then he held the tipsy craft against the floating platform so Kay could climb out. When she was out of the canoe, he got onto the raft, too. He laid down the towels, pulled off his T-shirt, then walked to the edge of the raft. Before he dove into the water, he looked at his companion. "Are you coming in, too, Aunt Kay?" he asked.

Kay hugged herself. "The water looks cold," she replied.

Frankie smiled and nodded. "It is a little cold at first," he replied, "But once you get in, it really feels nice."

Kay watched the young man bend his knees, then his body arched into the water with a splash. "His body isn't bad," she thought. He was nearly hairless, unlike her husband who, over the years, had begun to develop a thick covering of graying hair. She shuddered and hugged herself while she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers over Frankie's skin. And what it would be like to have his fingers running over hers.

"Kay Tobin! Get hold of yourself!" she thought, a bit shaken by the direction her thoughts had taken. "You have got to stop thinking things like that. There's no point in getting yourself all stirred up thinking about something you can't possibly do."

Frankie's head emerged from the water; he swam around the raft, and stopped. Treading water, he looked up at the woman who was still sitting on the raft. "Aren't you coming in, Aunt Kay?" he asked, "It really feels great once you get used to it."

Kay hugged herself as she peered at the water. "It looks cold, Frankie," she replied. "I...I don't know if I want to come in." What she told him was only partially true. The water did look cold, but she was hesitating because she was herself feeling a little nervous about the swimsuit she'd chosen.

Frankie swam to the ladder on the side of the raft and pulled himself up out of the water. "It's great, Aunt Kay," he said, "It really isn't that cold. Come on, I thought you said you were going to come swimming with me."

"I...I don't know, Frankie," Kay replied, "I..." The water really did look cold.

"Come on," Frankie said, "Don't be chicken."

"All...all right," Kay said. She slipped her husband's shirt off and felt a rush of delight at the look she saw appear in the young man's eyes when he saw her swimsuit. Her insides churned as she felt his eyes caressing her and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Come on, Aunt Kay," Frankie said. He knew he was staring at her, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't believe how skimpy her swimsuit was, or how fantastic the body it barely contained looked. Aunt Kay might be slim, but her body looked great. Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away from her and walked to the edge of the raft. "Last one in's a rotten egg," he said.

Kay, who was very aware of how avidly the young man had been looking at her, walked over, stood beside him, and looked down at the water. "I think I'd rather be a rotten egg than cold," she said, "You go in, Frankie." She reached out, gave him a playful shove, and was surprised when he fell into the water. She didn't think she'd pushed him that hard.

Frankie hit the water with a splash and, since Aunt Kay seemed to be feeling playful, he decided to have some fun with her. He emerged from the water under the raft, where she couldn't see him. If she wanted to fool around, he was willing to accommodate her. He had an idea of how he could get even with her for pushing him in.

Kay stood on the raft, looking around, trying to see where the young man had gone. She wasn't sure what had happened to Frankie. She expected him to surface, but he didn't. When he hadn't appeared after a few more seconds, she began to get scared. Had she done something to hurt him when she pushed him in? Had he hit his head when he fell? She knelt down on the raft and peered into the water, trying to see where her friend's son was.

There were fairly wide spaces between the boards that formed the raft's deck, so Frankie, from his spot of concealment under the floating platform, could see Aunt Kay kneel down, then lean out over the water.

"Frankie!" Kay called. "Frankie, where are you?" She started to get frightened. Maybe she ought to call for help. If he drowned because of something she'd done, she'd never forgive herself.

Frankie, who had been hanging on to the joists under the raft, ducked under the edge and, when he emerged from the water he grabbed Aunt Kay's arm and pulled on it gently. "Here I am, Aunt Kay," he exclaimed.

The young man's sudden appearance startled Kay. She was leaning out over the edge of the raft and was already a bit off-balance. When he tugged on her arm, she couldn't do a thing to keep herself from tumbling headfirst into the water. The lake water was very cool and the shock of hitting the chilly water, on top of Frankie's sudden appearance, left her bewildered. She thrashed around in the water, gasping for breath, unable to get her bearings.

When Frankie saw Aunt Kay floundering, he immediately realized she was in trouble and pushed himself out from under the raft. He put one arm around her waist, grabbed the ladder on the raft with his other hand, and pulled her against him. His arm was across her middle, just under her chest, and he could feel her breasts, encased in the swimsuit's scanty bra, pressing against the bare skin of his arm. That, plus the contact of her warm skin against his in other places caused things to start happening inside him, things he hadn't anticipated.

Kay finally managed to wrap her arms around the young man's neck and clung to him, wheezing, trying to get her breath back. While she labored for breath, Frankie could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. This was something he never dreamed would happen. He couldn't believe he was holding the gorgeous woman he'd had so many fantasies about in his arms. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," he apologized, "I...I just..."

"It...It's all...all...right, Frankie," Kay gasped, "I...you just...you took me...by...by surprise. That's all. I...I'm fine, I...I really am." Actually, she discovered, having his arms around her felt nice, much nicer than it ought to feel.

"Are you sure you're OK?" the boy asked, sounding concerned. He had one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder and Aunt Kay was still hanging onto him. He pulled his hips back so she wouldn't feel the swelling mass in his cutoffs. "How the hell am I ever going to get out of the water?" he wondered. "If Aunt Kay sees that I've got a hard-on, she's liable to freak, then what?"

Kay finally felt calm enough to get out of the water. Reluctantly, she slipped out of the young man's arms and climbed up the ladder onto the raft. "When...when Frankie was holding me..." she thought as she stretched out on the deck of the raft. "...I could swear I felt..." She shuddered. "...I must be imagining things," she told herself, "There's no way he could have any interest in an old woman like me."

Frankie, meanwhile, was swimming laps around the raft, pushing himself as hard as he could, trying to get himself calmed down enough so he'd be able to get out of the water. Finally, when his penis was somewhat softer than it had been he dragged himself up on the raft and lay down next to Kay. On his belly. He was glad his swimming suit was baggy. If he had been wearing a Speedo suit, he'd have been in trouble for sure. "Are you sure you're not mad at me for doing what I did, Aunt Kay?" he asked, "I...I really am sorry. I...I mean I...I was just, you know, fooling around. I...I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Kay reached out and patted the young man's bare back. "Frankie, don't be silly," she said. She realized she had left her hand lying on him and pulled it away. "I pushed you in, didn't I? Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?" Touching him felt delightful! Far more delightful than it should have! "And you were right about this early morning swim, too," she continued, "Do you do this every morning?"

"Ah, yeah, usually, unless it's raining or something," Frankie replied. He was having problems again. The minute Aunt Kay started patting his back, his penis started getting hard again. Lying on his belly was getting very uncomfortable.

"Well, then, if you don't mind, I'd like to go swimming with you again tomorrow," Kay said. She grinned. "But you have to promise you won't throw me in."

Frankie's face turned bright red. "Ah, I won't, Aunt Kay," he replied. "Honest I won't." "I'm gonna have to figure out some way to tie my cock down, though!" he thought ruefully.

"Frankie! Kay!" Frankie's mother called from shore. "Breakfast is ready. Are you guys going to eat?"

"Yeah, Mom, we'll be right in," Frankie called back. He sat up, carefully holding his towel in front of him. Kneeling on the raft with his back to his companion, he pulled the canoe around and held it steady so Aunt Kay could get in.

Kay slipped her husband's shirt over her swimsuit and got into the canoe. "I had fun this morning, Frankie," she told the boy.

"Ah, I did, too, Aunt Kay," he replied. He seated himself in the canoe behind her, untied it, pushed the canoe away from the dock, and began paddling toward shore.

Chapter 3: Frankie watches Kay take a shower.

When Frankie and Kay got back to the house, they joined his parents, the Ervins, and Kay's husband breakfast in the cabin's dining room.

"Me and the guys are going to be playing golf at the James Mountain Country Club today," Stu Tobin announced during breakfast. "If we get there early enough, maybe we can get in thirty-six holes, right, guys?"

"Right," Mel Bobar responded, "By the way, we still on for a buck a stroke? And five bucks for every hole we win?"

"In your dreams," Mike replied, "Not that we'd have to worry, the way you play, Mel."

"You shouldn't make bets you can't afford to pay off, buddy," Stu chuckled.

"Aw come on, guys, I'm not that bad," Mel grumped.

"Sue and I were talking," Gloria Bobar said. "We're thinking about going over to the outlet Mall over in Millersburg. You going to come with us, Kay?"

Kay shrugged. "I...I don' t know," she replied. "You know, it's funny. I felt fine when I got up this morning, but now I feel a little out of sorts."

"See, Frankie," Mel told his son, "I keep telling you that early morning swimming stuff isn't good for you."

"No, it wasn't that," Kay said quickly, "I...I, lately I've been wondering if I'm not becoming allergic to milk or something. Every time I have milk, it seems, my stomach gets upset. Maybe I'm developing some kind of lactose intolerance." She wasn't sure why she was saying these things. She felt fine but for some reason she didn't want to spend the day wandering from store to store with Sue and Gloria. That wasn't like her. Usually, she loved shopping. The reality - although she hated to admit it - was that she wanted to spend the day with Frankie.

"What are you planning to do today, Frankie?" the young man's mother asked.

The young man shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "I'll probably just, you know, hang around." Having heard Aunt Kay say she was staying home, he wasn't about to leave the house.

"I think I saw a car down at Morrison's," Gloria said, "Maybe they're up. If they are, you and Vicky could do something together."

"Yeah, maybe I'll go down later and see if she's here," Frankie replied without a lot of enthusiasm.

Vicky Morrison was a girl his age whose parents also owned a summer home on the lake. Once they'd been close friends, but as Vicky grew older she grew much more attractive and, the prettier she got, the snootier she acted. Frankie got the impression the young woman didn't think he was good-looking enough to hang out with. Besides, for the past several summers, Vicky had been hanging out with Ronny Amos, another boy whose parents had a cabin at the lake and, for a lot of reasons, Ronny and Frankie had never been friends.

After breakfast, the men gathered their golf bags and left. Gloria and Sue got their things together, too. Kay, still wearing her swimsuit and husband's shirt, was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, when her two friends came into the kitchen.

"Look, Kay," Gloria said, "I feel awful going shopping when you don't feel well. Sue and I can stay home, you know."

Kay shook her head. "No, Gloria, please don't stay home on my account," she said, "I'll be fine, really. I'll probably just lay down and rest. You go ahead and shop until you drop." She tried to convince herself she was saying that because she didn't want to spoil the day for her friends, but...

"You sure?" Sue asked.

Kay nodded. "I'm positive," she told her friend, "You two go and have fun." She grinned. "Tell you what, if you see something you think I would have liked, you have my permission to come back tonight and lord it over me it in that I missed the chance to buy it."

Gloria and Sue both laughed. "You got a deal," Gloria said, "Frankie will be around. If you need anything, I'm sure he'd be glad to help you."

"Ah...OK," Kay said. She didn't need to be reminded of the fact that she and the young man would be alone in the house. It was something she was keenly aware of, and had been thinking about ever since she turned down the invitation to accompany her friends on the shopping trip.

After the adults left, Frankie walked into the kitchen, wearing a concerned look on his face. "You feeling any better, Aunt Kay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Frankie," Kay told the young man. "Look, you don't have to hang around here all day on my account. If you want to go and see your friend, go ahead. I think I'm going to take a shower, then lay down for a while."

"Yeah, OK," the young man said, "maybe I will." He had no intention of leaving the house. He wanted to hang around with Aunt Kay. He knew nothing would happen, but at least he'd be close to her.

Kay found herself feeling uncomfortable sitting in the dining room, chatting with Frankie. The lustful thoughts she'd been having about him and memories of the things she'd felt when she was in his arms in the water continued to intrude on her consciousness and were causing considerable turmoil in her body and mind. She should have gone with Sue and Gloria, which would have been a lot safer. "Ah...I...I guess I'll go take my shower now," she said.

She stood up, walked down the hall to her bedroom and stripped off her shirt and swimsuit. She got her white terrycloth robe out of closet in the bedroom, slipped into it, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Once she was there, she turned on the shower and took off her robe.

When the water was warm enough, Kay stepped into the shower stall, which was quite large, had two clear glass sides, and was located in a corner of the bathroom. She soaped a washcloth and, when she began to sweep the soapy washcloth over her body, she felt a warm, tingling sensation between her legs. "I don't believe I'm feeling like this. Feeling...so, ah...horny!" she mused as the spray caressed her and caused an unfamiliar, but delightful, reaction, "I can't believe I'm getting turned on from taking a bath!" She shuddered as another powerful wave of bliss swept through her.

Frankie went to his bedroom when Aunt Kay went to hers, and was lying on the bed with his ears carefully attuned to the sounds in the house. His bedroom was across the hall from the one Aunt Kay and her husband were using, so he heard her when she emerged from her room and walked down the hall. Then he heard the bathroom door close.

Memories of what Aunt Kay looked like in the black bikini and how her body had felt against his continued to arouse him. After he heard the bathroom door close he got up, slipped out of his room and, sporting half an erection, he tiptoed down the hall, and took a position outside the bathroom door. He knew he was taking a big risk trying to spy on Aunt Kay while she took her bath, but he couldn't help himself. He reached out a quivering hand and, slowly and carefully, turned the knob on the bathroom door. He hoped she hadn't locked it.

His heart began pounding faster when he felt the doorknob turning. She had left it unlocked! He pushed the door open just a tiny bit. The clear glass shower enclosure was visible from where he was standing and he could see Aunt Kay standing under the spray, washing herself. At that moment she was moving a sudsy washcloth over her breasts which, although they were small, looked as perfect to the young man as any he'd ever seen. And her nipples were incredible. They were quite a bit darker than the breast, had hardened, and were jutting out through the white suds covering Aunt Kay's skin.

Frankie stared at the woman in the shower and felt his chest tightening. He had a hard time believing he was actually living out his long-held fantasy of seeing Aunt Kay naked. "God!" the young man thought while his heart slammed against his ribs and his penis began to harden as he gazed for the first time on the nude body he'd yearned to see for so long. "She's really gorgeous! She...she has a fantastic body!"

Kay finally stopped washing her breasts, even though it felt wonderful, and began to slide the washcloth over the rest of her body. That felt surprisingly good, too. So good she was soon purring with delight and trembling with anticipation.

Frankie watched, wide-eyed, while Aunt Kay bent and washed her shapely legs. He couldn't believe his good fortune! He really was seeing her naked! This was turning into the neatest summer ever! He was sure glad his mother had invited the Tobins up to the lake for a visit.

Kay finished washing her legs, straightened up, and rubbed the washcloth over her breasts again, teasing her nipples until they jutted out little fingers. She murmured softly and a tremor of delight rippled through her when she again rubbed the lather-covered cloth over them. "This is so naughty!" she thought as arousal continued to grow inside her. "I...I really shouldn't be doing this." But, despite her misgivings, she continued to caress herself.

Frankie, who was now sporting a throbbing hard-on, swallowed hard and shifted position to ease the pressure his tight jeans were putting on his swollen shaft. When Aunt Kay began washing between her legs, he gasped. She was facing the door and her position allowed him to see every part of her, especially her pussy! Except for pictures in magazines, he'd never seen a woman's pussy before!

Kay, oblivious to the fact that she was being observed by the ardent young man, slid the washcloth up over belly, then back between her legs. Then she began moving it in a circular motion over her middle. What she was doing to herself felt so wonderful she decided not to stop, even though part of her felt a little guilty about doing it. She continued toying with herself and found that the washcloth wasn't enough. She dropped it and her fingers moved up and down between her soap-slick labia. When she slid a finger into herself a powerful feeling of bliss rocked her and a soft moan escaped from her.

Frankie had his hand inside his shorts and was clutching his erection, which had swollen to unbelievable proportions, or at least felt that way. He could see that one of Aunt Kay's hands was twirling on her middle while the other plunged in and out. "Oh, God! She...she's playing with herself!" the feverish young man thought as he watched the body of the woman in the shower writhe and buck. "I...I didn't know grown-up married women did stuff like that!"

Kay, her eyes closed, sagged against the wall of the shower while her hands continued working in her middle and the motions of her body grew more and more fervent. She was going to make herself come! She had to make herself come!

Frankie, his face red, his chest heaving, gulped and began stroking his blood-engorged penis. His shorts were too tight, so he opened them and pulled out his swollen organ. This was too much! He never dreamed he'd get to see anything like this! Wide-eyed, the young man continued to stare though the slightly open door while Aunt Kay rubbed her hands over her middle. He managed to catch an occasional glimpse of the puffy pink lips of her excitement-wet pussy though the mass of suds blanketing that her middle. The more Aunt Kay played with herself, the more insistent the movements of her body became. She was moaning almost constantly and he could see her legs trembling.

Kay continued to masturbate, unaware that she was being observed. Her eyes were closed and her head turned from side to side as sweet sensations swept over and through her. Then she felt it. What she'd been striving for was there. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!" she groaned softly and her body started trembling and twitching as if she was possessed while wave after wave of delight swept over her.

Frankie's hand was a blur on his erection as he watched their attractive guest experience ecstasy. When he realized he was very close to coming he used his free hand to yank his T-shirt off and then he quickly wrapped it around his throbbing wand. He got the shirt in place just in time. His insides uncoiled and his seed gushed from him, shooting into the shirt wrapped around his pulsating organ. He bit his lip hard keep from crying out and leaned against the wall to steady himself as intense waves of pleasure swept through him. He'd never, ever come that wonderfully before!

Once her orgasm ended, Kay rinsed herself off, and then she shut off the shower, stepped out, took a towel off the rack, and began drying herself. She was feeling guilty and ashamed about masturbating. "I don't believe I did that!" she mused as she rubbed the soft terrycloth over herself. "What on earth has come over me?"

While Kay dried herself off, Frankie mustered the strength to stand, pushed his limp penis back in his pants, and zipped himself up. Then he stumbled back to his bedroom. He was so shaken by what he had seen that he forgot to close the bathroom door.

Chapter 4: Kay visits Frankie's room.

Kay dried her hair after she was finished with her shower. Surprisingly, she found that even though she'd just given herself an orgasm, she still felt a little unsettled. Even worse, she couldn't keep from thinking about her friend's son and the rush of sexual excitement she felt when she touched the young man while they were swimming earlier that morning. "Frankie has really grown up..." she mused, "...and his skin is so soft and warm! I wonder if he's still a virgin." The thought of being the woman who took Frankie's virginity sent tingles of delight rippling through her.

Embarrassed, she scolded herself. "What on earth is wrong with me?" she thought, while feelings of shame washed over her. "I'm thirty-three years old, but I'm acting like I'm a horny teen-ager. First I masturbate in the shower, and even after that, I can't keep from having these terrible thoughts about Frankie! Don't I have any self-control? I'm a married woman; I have no right to be thinking things like this! It...It would be sick of me to try to seduce my best friend's son!"

When she'd finished in the bathroom, she slipped into her bathrobe and turned to the bathroom door. She saw the door was slightly ajar and was puzzled. "I could swear I closed that door when I came in here," she thought. "How did it get open?"

A disturbing possibility occurred to her almost immediately. Frankie was still home. Had he been watching her while she was in the shower? The idea at first caused her to experience a rush of anger, but that anger was quickly swept aside by an even stronger wave of delight. "Is...is it possible? Was...was Frankie watching me while I took my shower?" she wondered. A shudder of joy race through her. "If...if he was, he...he saw what I was doing to myself..." Even as her thoughts caused her to experience an additional wave of shame, her body grew even warmer.

With her emotions churning, she left the bathroom and started walking back to her room. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked across the hall. The door to Frankie's bedroom was closed. Was he in there? She stared at the door for a long time and felt herself begin to tremble. Had the young man been spying on her while she took her shower? Was he in his room now? "Maybe he's in there jerking off," she found herself thinking. She hugged herself as a ripple of joy, triggered by the naughty thought-and the mental image it evoked-raced through her mind.

Before she realized what she was doing, she was walking across the hall to the door of Frankie's bedroom. Her heart was pounding and her shaky legs weren't working very well, but finally she was standing in front of the young man's door. She took a deep breath, then she knocked on the door softly.

"What?" Frankie called from inside his room.

Kay's heart started to pound even harder. He was in his room! "Frankie, it's Aunt Kay, can I come in? There...there's something I...I need to...to ask you," she said her voice quavering.

Frankie was sitting on his bed, wondering what Aunt Kay was up to. He was waiting to hear her come out of the bathroom and go into her bedroom to get dressed. He figured while she did that, he'd slip out to the living room and act as if he'd been there all the time. That way, she'd never suspect he'd been watching her while she was taking her shower. He hadn't heard anything for a long time and was confused. Why was she taking so long in the bathroom? When she knocked on his door, he was so startled; he almost jumped off his bed. And when she asked if she could come in, he got scared. What did she want? Could it be she knew he was watching her when she was taking her shower?

Kay entered the young man's room and found him sitting on his bed. His face was red and he looked very frightened. She walked across the room and, because she was afraid her trembling legs wouldn't hold her, she sat down on the bed near him. "Frankie, I...I have to ask you something," she said softly.

Frankie was getting more and more frightened. Had Aunt Kay seen him watching her when she was taking her shower? If so, she was probably upset with him. Would she tell his parents and her husband? He had a feeling he might be in big trouble. It upset him even more that he might have done something to spoil the relationship he had with her. "Wh...what?" he murmured.

Kay took a deep breath. "Ah...Frankie," she said. When she spoke, she realized her throat felt tight and her voice was husky. "Were...were you...were you watching...ah, me just now, when...when I...I was taking my...shower?"

The young man's face grew redder. He stared at his hands for a long time, and then he nodded very slowly. He knew what he'd done was wrong, but he cared about Aunt Kay a lot and he wasn't about to compound his error by lying to her about it. He nodded slowly and murmured, "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," very softly. "I...I know I...I shouldn't have done it, but..."

Kay's heart was racing. She took a deep breath. "Frankie, what ever made you do something like that?" she asked.

Frankie was so upset he didn't know what to say. "I...I dunno," he mumbled.

Without thinking, Kay gently laid her hand on the young man's leg. He stiffened when she did, but she didn't notice his reaction. Her mind was so overwhelmed with bewildering feelings she couldn't think clearly. "You know that what...what you...did was...was wrong, Frankie," she stammered, "Don't you?"

"You don't really believe that!" The lascivious thought that suddenly flashed through her mind confounded her even more.

She felt warm skin and suddenly became aware that her hand was lying on Frankie's leg. She glanced down and realized what was happening in his cutoffs. "My God, I...I think he...he's got a-a hard-on!" she realized with a combination of fear and excitement. "Oh, God, does he ever! I...I better get out of here now, before...before..."

The orgasm she'd given herself in the shower, though nice, hadn't done enough to take the edge off Kay's need. She felt herself growing aroused again and was terribly upset by her body's strong reaction to touching the young man's bare leg. It didn't help that she knew they were alone in the house, and that none of the other people would return for hours. "What is wrong with me? Don't I have any control of my own body any more?" she wondered.

Frankie, staring straight ahead, nodded. "Yeah, I...I know what I did was wrong. I, ah, I didn't mean to upset you, Aunt Kay, I really didn't," he murmured. He sat up straighter and tugged a pillow over his lap, trying to conceal the rigid pole in his shorts from her. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay. I really am!" He'd never been more terrified in his life. Why had he done what he did? His folks would really be angry if they found out, and Mr. Tobin would be angry, too. "You're mad at me," the young man said his voice quavering. "You'll tell my folks and they'll...they'll..." He couldn't talk any more and felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Kay moved her hand to the young man's shoulder and could feel him trembling. She was surprised how upset he was and felt a need to reassure him. "Frankie, dear, I'm not going to tell your parents," she said. "And I'm not going to tell my husband, either." She took another deep breath, hoping it would steady her, and continued, "Frankie, what...what ever made you...you do...something...like...like that?"

Frankie's, pale, scared face lifted and he looked at her for the first time since she had entered his room. He shrugged. "I...I don't know, Aunt Kay," he stammered. "I...I just...you know..." His face got bright red and he looked away.

Kay knew she should leave the young man's room immediately. Things were starting to happen that could very easily get out of control, at least for her. She was taking a big risk in remaining with him in his bedroom, on his bed. But, despite the alarms ringing in her mind, she didn't move. "Frankie, you...you know it isn't nice to do things like...like that, don't you?" she whispered.

The young man pulled his knees up hugged the pillow he was holding, and shrugged again. His face was red and he was breathing hard. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay, I really am," he murmured. "I...I shouldn't have done what...what I...did. I...I don't know what else to...to say."

"Look at him! He wants you! Go ahead, give him what he wants!" the lustful inner voice in Kay's head sneered, keeping her off-balance. "You need it, for Christ's sake! You want it as bad as he does! Stu isn't giving you what you need, why not see if this kid can?"

"You...you think I'm perverted, don't you?" Frankie whimpered. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. "You...you think I'm...I'm some kind of sicko...a...a peep...peeping Tom."

Kay experienced another strong rush of sympathy for the sobbing young man. When she was his age, she had been teased unmercifully because she made the mistake of telling her friends she planned to stay a virgin until she got married. She had almost managed to do it, too. Stu was only the second man she ever had sex with and, once she was married she had remained faithful. Stu was the only man she'd shared a bed with in fifteen years.

Telling herself she wanted to ease the young man's pain, she put her arm around him and gently pulled him against her. She was immediately shaken by how wonderful it felt to having him in her arms, to feel his body against hers.

Frankie allowed himself to be drawn into Aunt Kay's embrace and nestled his face against her shoulder while he continued to sob. "I...I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," he sobbed. "I...I really am. I...I won't ever...ever do anything like that a-again. I...I promise. I...I really won't."

"It's all right, Frankie," Kay said, "There was no harm done."

"You're being stupid. The kid wants you. All you have to do is open your robe and you can have him!" the lewd voice inside her sneered. The voice was becoming very exasperating. "I bet that big hard-on he was trying to hide under the covers would give you an orgasm, probably a pretty damn good one!"

Kay shook her head, trying to rid it of thoughts that shouldn't be there.

Frankie felt her moving, leaned back, and looked at her. "Is...Is something wrong, Aunt Kay?" he asked.

Kay shook her head again. "No, Frankie, nothing's wrong," she murmured.

"Go ahead, let him fuck you!" the lecherous inner voice insisted, but she forced herself to ignore it.

She took a deep breath and tried to make herself settle down. "Frankie, you must promise me you'll never do anything like that again," she continued, trying to sound stern. The problem was, what she really wanted was to take him back into her arms again. "Never."

"I won't, Aunt Kay," Frankie said earnestly, "Honest! Just so you don't tell my folks or...or Mr. Tobin!"

Kay forced herself to release the young man, and then she stood up and smiled at him. "Good," she said. She started for the door.

"You're crazy!" the licentious voice insisted, "Why in hell are you leaving him when his cock is hard and ready to go? Think of how heavenly it would be to have it poking into you!"

She continued moving toward the door. As she did, she hugged herself and tried to force the lewd thoughts, which were so tempting, from her mind. "He's my best friend's son, for God's sake!" she thought and felt silly because she was arguing with herself. "I'm old enough to be his mother! I can't let anything like that happen, it would be sick if I did!"

"Thanks, Aunt Kay," Frankie said. "I...I really am sorry."

"You're forgiven, Frankie," Kay replied without turning around. She knew if she looked at him, it would only make things harder. She walked out into the hallway and closed the young man's bedroom door behind her, but the nagging voice wouldn't leave her alone.

"What's the matter with you?" it demanded, "Are you crazy? You're walking away from a horny teen-age boy who got turned on by watching you take a shower and is dying to fuck you!"

Shaken by the lewd thoughts she couldn't keep herself from having, Kay leaned against the wall outside the young man's bedroom door, trembling and gasping for breath.

"I bet if you go back in there, you'll catch him jerking off! What a waste that is! Why waste a perfectly good hard-on?" the voice argued.

Kay shuddered. She wished that damn voice would go stop! Then, even though she knew what she was doing was wrong, and unable to understand why she couldn't stop herself, she straightened up, turned, and put her quaking hand on Frankie's doorknob. Her insides churned wildly while she turned it and pushed the door open.

Frankie was still lying on his bed, but he was far too preoccupied to notice he had company. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hand was sliding up and down over the swollen column of flesh jutting out of his opened shorts. "Aunt Kay!" he moaned softly, but passionately. "Ohhh, Aunt Kay!"

"See, what did I tell you? He's calling your name! He wants you!" the voice sneered at Kay, who was moving stiffly across the room, her heart pounding, staring at what the young man held in his hand. Stu's was the only penis she'd seen in a long, long time. She gazed hotly at Frankie's erection and felt an overwhelming desire to touch it. Her tongue unconsciously slid out and caressed her lips and she took a deep breath as she got closer and closer to the bed.

When she finally reached the bed, her hand moved out as if drawn by some irresistible force, then it was touching the young man's engorged shaft and the next thing she knew, her fingers were wrapped around the surprisingly hard, warm column of flesh.

Frankie's eyes flew open. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God! Oh, God!" he exclaimed. Vainly, he tried to stuff his erection back into his shorts, but Aunt Kay had a firm grip on the swollen tube of flesh and kept him from doing that.

The hot, swollen shaft in Kay's hand pulsed and jerked and as it did, thrills more intense than any she'd felt in a long, long time rushed though her. All she'd done was touch his erection and she was already powerfully aroused! She could feel the wetness pouring from her, soaking her middle. "When was the last time you got that wet with your husband?" the voice inside her asked. Her hand, directed by forces beyond her control, began to slide lightly up and down the boy's swollen, veined organ, which was slippery with juices that had been seeping from the slitted tip while he caressed himself. When she began stroking him, she heard him groan and felt him trembling. She felt disconnected, as if she was watching herself do this from some place outside her body. This was wonderful; much more wonderful than going shopping!

"Uhhhh!!!" Frankie groaned. He couldn't believe what was happening! Aunt Kay was jerking him off! He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined anything like this would ever occur! He continued to moan, gasp, and tremble while the gorgeous woman kept on caressing his erection.

Kay continued to stroke the young man's rigid penis and while she did, her free hand, moving as if it had a will of its own opened the belt around the waist of her bathrobe. The part of her mind still capable of reason was screaming for her to stop, but she didn't heed those warnings; she couldn't. She'd gone directly to his room from the bathroom, which meant removing the robe would leave her completely nude. While the hand fumbled with the knot in the sash, she tried to will it to stop, but failed. Then the sash was untied. She took a deep breath, and then she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe slide down over her shoulders. She was acutely aware of the fact that Frankie was staring at her with eager, wide, adoring eyes, and his rapt attention thrilled her.

Kay still heard the faint warnings her conscience was screaming at her, but she was far beyond being able to heed them. Once the bathrobe was off, she stood up and gently helped the quivering, gasping young man remove his shorts and T-shirt. Then, when he was naked, too, she laid down on the bed, leaned over him and covered his lips with hers. When their lips touched, lightning bolts of passion arced through her. The kiss was far sweeter than she anticipated. She could feel the heat from his smooth skin as his body writhed against hers.

In some far recess of her mind warning bells continued clanging, but she barely heard them. She knew what she was about to do was horribly wrong, but she no longer cared. Now that she had begun this journey, nothing could have caused her to turn back. Her hands slid over Frankie's soft, hairless body, eventually returning to the instrument that she desperately wanted to have plunging into her. "Make love to me, Frankie!" she cried. She rolled onto her back and pulled the trembling young man on top of her. "Please, Frankie, darling! Make love to me!"

Frankie, trembling like a leaf, slid on top of her. When he did, Kay, more aroused than she could recall being in ages, slipped her hand between their quivering bodies and somehow managed to guide his erection to the excitement-dampened lips of her vagina, even though she was shaking as hard if she was experiencing an earthquake.

When the young man's erection slid into her she shuddered with ecstasy. His entry into her body felt so sublime she thought for a moment that she would have an orgasm just from having him enter her. Wild sensations, more overwhelming than anything she had experienced in ages, exploded through her. She felt as if an ocean storm of passion was breaking over her. She'd had orgasms before, most by her own hand, but a few while making love with her husband, but none of them had come close to feeling as fantastic as it did when Frankie's erection slid into her. If it felt this good to have him take her, what would her orgasm with him be like?

Frankie was having a hard time believing that all this was real and not some kind of wild dream. He felt his erection sinking into warmth and dampness and the minute it did, his hips automatically began to move, plunging into his partner rapidly. He'd never figured it would feel as good as it did to actually make love. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay!" he groaned. "I...I think I'm gonna come! I...I can't wait! It...It feels too good!"

Kay was ecstatic. Sensations more wonderful than she ever imagined were rushing through her, sensations way more intense and beautiful than any she'd ever had when she made love with her husband, Stu. She savored how astoundingly good it was to have the young man's swollen penis moving inside her. As his engorged piston of flesh slid in and out of her more and more rapidly, even more powerful thrills began to race through her. The delectable friction that resulted from their joined bodies, combined with the depravity of what they were doing, sent her skyrocketing toward heights of rapture she never believed it was possible to feel. Her body was aflame with need that kept growing stronger and stronger every second.

Frankie was rapidly losing control. "Oh! Aunt Kay!" he cried, his hips going wild. "I-I can't wait. Oh, God, Aunt Kay!! Oh, God! Ah! Ah!" Convulsions of delight wracked him and his fluids spewed from his pulsing erection. He'd never imagined making love would feel this fantastic.

When Frankie's hot fluids gushed into her, Kay was plunged into a wonderful whirlpool of joy. Like a million skyrockets bursting at once, a powerful orgasm exploded through her. It kept building and growing; her body was filled with wild, uncontrollable, breathtaking sensations, it was an experience she never dreamed existed. Powerful waves of bliss continued to sweep through her and she felt herself writhing and bucking against Frankie while an unending stream of moans and cries of joy issued from her. He was making her come, but more than that, he was making her feel better than she'd ever felt in her life! Never in the fifteen years she'd been married to Stu had she had an orgasm like this! She couldn't talk, couldn't think. Her body continued to strain against his, seeking as much joy as it could get. "Oh! Oh! Oh, Frankie!!! Oh, my darling! Oh, my darling! Oh, my darling! Yes! Yes!" she babbled while her body labored frantically against his.

Eventually, the intense peak of delight the couple shared passed and their movements began to calm. Ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure eased into contentment. Frankie stopped moving and lay on top of Kay, his chest cushioned on her breasts, too weak to move.

Kay felt the boy's marvelous pole shrink, then slither out of her. When it did, rivulets of the effluent he'd gushed into her seeped out and trickled out of her, dribbled down between her buttocks, and dripped onto the bed. Even that felt wonderful! Never in her life had making love felt like what she'd just experienced with Frankie. Unable to help herself, she burst into tears.

Frankie, still feeling overwhelmed by what had just happened, rolled off Aunt Kay and lay on his side. He gazed at her, saw that she was crying, and his eyes filled with confusion. "Aunt Kay, how come you're crying?" he asked softly. "Did...did I...did I hurt you? Wasn't I...wasn't I...ah...good enough?"

Kay shook her head, then she kissed him. "Oh, no, Frankie, darling, you didn't hurt me," she replied quickly. "I'm crying because what we just did felt so wonderful. Was it good for you, too?"

The young man blushed, smiled shyly, and nodded. "It...It was unreal," he murmured. "God! Was...was it really that good for you?"

Kay nodded. "You may not believe this, but nobody ever made me feel as wonderful as you just did," she said. "You know, Frankie, you are a wonderful lover!" She smiled and shook her head, then she added, "No, you are an incredible lover!"

The young man smiled at her. "So are you," he responded. He decided she wouldn't mind if he kissed her again, so he covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard.

Kay found the young man's kiss thrilling and the intensity of feelings it evoked scared her, but caused her to long for more at the same time. "Frankie, this...what we did...it will have to stay our secret," she cautioned once the kiss ended, "We...we don't dare let anyone know."

"I won't tell anyone, Aunt Kay," Frankie replied seriously. "I promise."

"If I had any sense at all I would stop this right now, before it goes any farther," Kay thought, "I should get up and go to my room and try to figure out what came over me and how to keep it from ever happening again." Then other, more compelling, thoughts took over. "I guess I...I can't make things any worse, can I?" Impulsively, she rolled atop the young man, covered his mouth with hers and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

Aunt Kay's sudden move caught Frankie off guard, but he responded quickly. His hands began roaming over her body and his tongue dueled with hers. If she wanted to keep making love, he sure as heck was going to go along! He'd had fantasies about making love with her for years but, as wild as those fantasies had been, they paled in the face of the reality he had just experienced!

Kay felt Frankie's penis begin to stiffen against her leg and shuddered when she realized there might be a very real possibility of enjoying more of the wonderful feelings she'd just experienced. Was it possible he could make her feel that incredibly good again? "Isn't it nice? Young boys are insatiable!" the voice, which no longer irritated her, commented. "It's really wonderful making love with young men, isn't it?" she mused as passion again began to ripple through her. Then she forgot everything when Frankie's lips closed over one of her swollen nipples and, while he began suckling, waves of blossoming ecstasy once again forced rational thought from her mind.

Chapter 5: Frankie and Kay enjoy more passionate discoveries.

Frankie suckled Kay's nipples like a hungry infant, moving his lips from one to the other, then back again. He loved feeling her warm flesh against his lips, and how it felt to have the rigid buds of flesh in his mouth. He was thrilled by how the warm, rubbery nubbins felt against his tongue and even more, he loved the sounds she made while he was doing it and the way her body squirmed against his. While his lips were busy with her nipples, his hands began gliding lightly over her smooth, warm skin aimlessly, exploring the body he had desperately dreamed of touching, but never imagined he'd ever have a chance to touch. He couldn't believe how wonderful she felt and as he caressed her he felt passion stirring inside him again. He had no idea he could get turned on again this quickly after he'd made love, but that's exactly what was happening.

Kay felt need blossoming in her once again as her body responded to the young man's adoring attention to her breasts and was thrilled. She knew what she was doing was horribly wrong, but since her determination not to have sex with her best friend's son had been vanquished once, she had even less strength of will to stop it from happening a second time. She really hadn't had a chance to regroup her thoughts since Frankie was making love to her again just minutes after they finished their first lovemaking session! Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Even when she and Stu were first married they seldom made love more than twice a week and for as many years as she could recall it was more like once a month - in a good month! The young man was touching her in ways that felt so heavenly! He was so incredibly gentle! He had an impossibly light touch that was almost reverent. He teased her nipples gently with his fingers first, then did the same with his lips. It felt sublime. This was, without question, the most wonderful day of her life! She was so glad she hadn't gone shopping with her friends.

"Frankie, darling! Oh, Frankie, darling!" she murmured while she covered the young man's face with wet kisses. "Make love to me again! Please, Frankie, darling, make love to me again!" She was afraid the incredible bliss she'd shared with him the first time they made love was a fluke and that she'd never know anything like that again, but that didn't stop her. She had to know if it could - and would - happen again.

Frankie gazed avidly at Aunt Kay's breasts while his hands continued to slide gently over them. Even though they were small and firm, when she was lying on her back, they kind of sank into themselves, but he thought they were more beautiful than any he'd seen pictures of in magazines. Best of all, these were real; he could touch and kiss them. They were capped by dark circles, from which her large nipples, hard and shiny from his sucking them, protruded. He flicked one of the swollen tips back and forth with his finger.

Thrills swept through Kay while the young man teased her nipple with his finger. "Oh, Frankie!" she groaned as he flicked the swollen, nerve-filled bud with his fingers. It felt wonderful when he'd been sucking on them before, but his touching them with his fingers felt almost as good! Then his lips engulfed one nipple and he began sucking it, just like he'd done before. When that happened, she experienced such an intense rush of pleasure she thought she'd have another orgasm while he was suckling her! He began moving his lips from one nipple to the other, kissing his way through the valley between her breasts while he moved from one breast to the other.

The wild sensations exploding through her made it impossible for Kay to lay still. Her body twisted and turned feverishly while Frankie explored it. "Frankie! Frankie, darling! Oh, God, Frankie!" she murmured. She couldn't believe he had her on fire with need again, but he did. "Kiss them! Oh, God, darling! Kiss them! Take me! Please, darling! Take me again!" she cried, clutching at him. Her hips undulated incessantly, demonstrating how desperately her body craved the fulfillment she knew he could, and would, give her. "I need you in me!"

Frankie pushed himself up on his elbow and stared down-wide-eyed and incredulous-at the body he still hadn't had time to take a good look at-he'd been too busy making love with Aunt Kay to look at her. She really was gorgeous. Her middle was covered by a thick blanket of matted, curly dark brown hair, which glistened with the wetness of excitement and the remnants of their earlier joining.

Kay looked up at the young man, her eyes beseeching him. "Frankie, darling, please take me!" she groaned. She clutched at him while her hips rose and twisted, pressing against him, seeking him. "Please take me, Frankie! I need you!"

His pulse pounding, Frankie slid his body on top of Aunt Kay's again and when he did, he felt the tip of his re-invigorated penis slide down between her thighs and brush against her damp labia as it slid into the place where her legs and body joined. He lowered his hips and was surprised to feel his erection begin to slide into her again without assistance. It was such a wonderful surprise and felt so good, he groaned softly. Thrills raced up his back when he experienced her fabulous warmth engulfing him once more.

"Yes! Oh, God, Frankie! Yes!" Kay groaned. Once again she felt the young man's swollen baton begin to enter her. It slid deep into her, filling her every bit as delightfully as it had the first time they'd made love. She lifted her hips, welcoming him and bidding him to go deeper. This was so fantastic! It was better than making love with her husband had ever been! It was better than she dreamed lovemaking could ever be! When his pubic bone finally pressed against hers, she felt as if she was filled fuller than she had ever been filled! She couldn't believe how sublime it felt!

Frankie began to move his hips, causing his erection slip in and out of Aunt Kay's clinging opening. When he was all the way in her, he could feel her tight channel rippling along his shaft, milking him. He had no idea making love could be this wild and feel this great! Her hips lifted to meet his, rocking him, building his need to a fiery peak. Still a novice at sex, he didn't have the self-control to wait; he had to come! "Oh, God, Aunt Kay! Oh, God! I'm sorry! I can't wait! I can't wait!" he groaned. His insides began to spasm and, with a rush of sensations so wonderful they verged on pain, his juices came rushing out of him.

"Frankie! Oh, darling, yes!" Kay cried when she felt the young man's hot, viscous fluids dousing her insides once more. "You beautiful, wonderful man! Yes! Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes! Oh, yes!"

Their bodies struggled together wildly while unbearably exquisite sensations flashed between them. Finally, having partaken of all the joy there was to share, they lay spent, cuddling each other in the bed. Both of them were satisfied, at least for the time being.

"Oh, Frankie, you are so wonderful!" Kay exclaimed. She hugged and kissed the blushing young man fervently. "You can't imagine how long it's been since I've been this satisfied!"

Frankie didn't know what to say. He still had a hard time believing that this was real, that he wasn't having some kind of wild dream. He kissed Aunt Kay and snuggled against her wonderful, warm, naked body. Without intending to, they dozed off.

A tickling sensation awakened Kay a short while later. She opened her eyes, wasn't sure where she was at first, and pushed herself up on her elbows. When she looked down she saw that Frankie had propped himself up on one elbow and was trailing his fingers lightly over her nearly flat belly. As his fingers moved easily over her flesh, they left a tingling trail of delight. "God, it feels so fabulous when he touches me!" she mused as she lay there, watching him caress her.

Frankie had awakened before Aunt Kay and decided to take advantage of the fact that she was sleeping to study her body, to drink in her loveliness. He'd never had a chance to examine a nude female body before, he began intending to just look at her, but the more he looked at her, the more he knew he wasn't able to keep from touching her, so he tentatively began to explore Aunt Kay's lovely physique. He was fascinated by her body and enthralled by her loveliness. He couldn't quite figure out how a woman could be a slim as she was, yet be so perfectly formed, yet she was. As his hands moved over her soft, silky skin, she murmured softly and shuddered. Startled and afraid he'd hurt her, he pulled his hand away, looked up, and saw her flushed, smiling face.

"Oh, Frankie, darling," Kay murmured, "Don't stop doing that! It feels wonderful!" She laid back and continued to savor the delightful sensations that were generated when young man's fingers resumed their delightful exploration. The fingers moved ever so gently over her belly and hips, continuing to leave wonderful tingling trails wherever they ventured. Eventually, the young man's searching fingers slid onto her vagina and he began to explore the mysterious organ that lay between her legs.

Frankie's actions once again fanned the fires of desire in Kay and, involuntarily, her hips began twisting and rising. She gasped and a tremor of ecstasy raced through her when his exploring fingers brushed over her clit. "Oh, God!" she thought, her mind feverish. "Is there no limit to his ability to arouse me?" She knew she really didn't want there to be one.

Frankie, not quite sure whether his partner's reactions were pain or pleasure, stopped moving his hand and looked up at her, concerned. "I didn't hurt you, did I, Aunt Kay?" he asked.

Kay shook her head, reached out, and caressed his shoulder. "Of course not, darling!" she replied. "That feels wonderful! Please don't stop!" When he resumed what he was doing she closed her eyes and let the sweet feelings his caresses were evoking rush over her.

Frankie was fascinated by Aunt Kay's vagina, the first one he'd ever had the opportunity to study close-up. And, as he explored it, and saw her reaction to what he was doing, he decided to see what would happen if he kissed her there. He'd seen a few porno movies and heard other boys talk about how much women liked being eaten, and he wanted to find out if what he'd heard was true. He also wanted to know what it was like. He didn't find the scent rising from her at all distasteful, in fact, it seemed to fuel his arousal. He lowered his head over her middle, bent down, and extended his tongue, which came in contact with the soft, slick folds of her pink, petal-like labia.

When she felt Frankie's warm breath on her vagina, Kay's hips jolted upward. Then his tongue began to caress her labia and probe into her. When it did, rapture exploded through her. She couldn't believe how wonderful he was making her feel! "Oh, God, Frankie! Yes!" she wailed, "Oh, God, Frankie!"

Frankie, who was eating a woman for the first time, was unprepared for Aunt Kay's powerful response to what he was doing. She thrust her middle against his mouth and, as he licked her opening, he could taste her juices, mixed with his. He was surprised to discover that the taste of the fluids pouring from her wasn't at all unpleasant. Actually, she tasted wonderful! He lapped at her silky labia, then his tongue landed on a little, swollen finger of flesh at the top of her opening. When he began licking it, her hips began moving so wildly that he had to grab her buttocks and hang on so he could keep his face against her. "That must be her clit!" he thought, remembering something he'd read in a book about love-making he'd found hidden in his parents' closet once. Since she seemed to enjoy it when he licked the little nub of flesh, he continued to do that.

Frankie had, unwittingly, chosen exactly the right thing to do. Incredible delight erupted through Kay as his tongue lashed what was, in reality, the most sensitive spot on her anatomy. "Oh, God, Frankie! Oh, God! Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!" she shrieked. Her body convulsed with pleasure and her clawed fingers raked at the sheets while the young man's lips and tongue bestowed another overpowering orgasm on her. Then everything went black.

When Aunt Kay's moans stopped suddenly and she went limp, the young man lifted his head and looked at her. At first he was scared he'd done something to hurt her. She had acted as if she was going pretty wild and he hoped he hadn't given her a heart attack or something. He looked at her carefully and could see her chest rising and falling evenly. She had a smile on her face, too, so he decided she must have passed out. He bent and gave her vagina one last kiss, and then he stretched out next to her and put his arm around her. This was unreal! He'd never in his wildest dreams expected today to turn out like it had!

The young man lay next to his slumbering lover, continuing to ponder his unexpected good fortune. In addition to being beautiful and having a great body, Aunt Kay was a fantastic lover! He couldn't get over how excited she had been, or how wild she acted when he did things to her. And watching her come was incredible. He had no idea women acted like that when they came! He hoped this wouldn't be the last time he and she made love.

He knew the Tobins were going to be there for the rest of the week and as he lay there, Frankie began to think about ways he could manage to get Aunt Kay away from the other adults so they could do this again.

More pressing needs eventually drew the young man's attention. As a result of what he'd been doing to Aunt Kay, and her reaction to it, his penis was again erect, almost painfully so. "I don't think she'd mind if..." he mused. He rolled on top of her, placing his legs between hers once more. Grasping his throbbing, erect penis in his hand, he placed it at her slippery, warm opening, then he slid it into her.

Kay was sure she was dreaming, and it was a most wonderful, delightful dream. A hard penis was plunging into her, fanning the fires of need, which were rapidly growing into a conflagration of bliss. She opened her eyes and saw Frankie's passion-filled face looming above hers. It wasn't a dream! It was astoundingly, wonderfully real! "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured. She reached up, pulled the young man's face down to hers, pressed her lips against his, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming her even more. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes!!" she moaned. "Give me more!!!! More!"

Frankie couldn't have done anything else. He kept driving into her. Having come twice, he had finally reached the point where he could keep going without having to come right away, even though the rippling in Aunt Kay's clutching channel was sending intense rushes of pleasure through him. As he plunged into her, her body rocked up against his. The force of their coupling made the bed creak.

"I...I'm not sure I'll be able to...to have another orgasm, darling," Kay whispered, pulling the young man down to kiss him again. "But please don't stop doing that! Oh, God, Frankie, what you're doing feels divine!" Then she had an idea. "Do you want to try doing it doggie-style?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" Frankie responded. He wanted to everything it was possible to do with her.

They quickly changed position and Frankie's swollen pole began sliding into Kay from the rear. When the young man leaned over her, reached under her, grasped her dangling breasts, and began rolling the rigid nipples between his fingers, Kay realized she just might be able to have another orgasm! In fact... "Frankie! Oh, God, Frankie! Again! Frankie! Again! Oh, Frankie! Again!" she cried when the young man's frantic plunging ignited yet another orgasm in her and again, sent explosions of joy booming through her. She pushed her buttocks back against him, feeling his thighs slap against hers as she experienced yet another orgasm, her best one yet! "Yes! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Yes! Yes!"

When Kay came, Frankie, too, experienced another staggering orgasm and his cries of delight mixed with his lover's. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay! Oh, God!" he groaned when he erupted into her.

Finally, sated and exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed. Frankie lay atop Kay until he had strength enough to move, then he rolled off her, pulled her into his arms, and held her tight against him.

Chapter 6: Kay and Frankie can't get enough of each other.

Kay lay in Frankie's bed, enveloped in the young man's embrace, while her body calmed after their second session of lovemaking. The calmer she got, the more ominous the situation she had created with her impulsive lapse in judgment became in her mind. Making love with Frankie was the most delightful thing that had happened to her in ages, but there would be serious repercussions for both her and the young man if her husband or his parents ever found out what they had done. Stu would most likely divorce her and her long friendship with Gloria Bobar would come to a horrible end. She had, she realized, put herself in a very dangerous spot.

She rolled on her side and looked at the young man lying next to her. "Frankie, I...I don't know what to do," she murmured. Even though she knew only too well what the consequences of their behavior would be if they were discovered, she couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact that his nude body remained pressed tightly against hers. And having that body against her felt wonderful, far more wonderful than it should have. "Ah...what...what we've done is so wrong! I...I'll be in serious trouble if my...my husband and...and your parents find out what I..."

"We did it, not you," Frankie said, interrupting her. "I'm not going to tell them, Aunt Kay," he added earnestly. "I...I'll never tell anybody. No way!"

Kay looked into his face and, as she did, her mind wandered and she began to recall everything that had transpired in the time since she took her shower. Those memories, which were incredibly vivid, made it difficult for her to focus on what she was trying to say to Frankie now. "The problem is..." she continued, her voice starting to sound a little dreamy, "...you are such a wonderful lover! You satisfy me so well! I...I know we should stop this before it gets out of control, but..."

Frankie kissed her. He found it difficult to believe what Aunt Kay was saying about what a good lover he was. And, unless he wasn't hearing her right, it sounded like she wanted them to keep doing this! He sure hoped that was what she was saying.

"What am I going to do?" Kay said, continuing to think out loud after the kiss ended. "How are we going to face your folks...my husband?"

"You...you aren't going to tell your husband, are you?" Frankie asked. Suddenly he, too, realized what kind of trouble they might be in and got scared. He wasn't sure what his parents and Mr. Tobin would do if they found out what happened between Aunt Kay and him, but he was positive whatever they did wouldn't be very happy about it.

Kay shook her head. "Don't worry, darling, I'd never do that," she said. "I...I don't want them to find out about us any more than you do."

"Aunt Kay, are...are you sorry we...you know...we did what we...did?" Frankie asked.

Kay hugged him, gave him a gentle kiss, then she shook her head. "That's the crazy thing about this, my darling. I've cheated on my husband and compromised my friendship with your mother. I should be sorry, but I'm not," she said. "Not in the least. It's just that what we've done, as wonderful as it was, really is wrong. If...if Stu and your parents ever find out what we've done, we...we'll be in a lot of trouble. Do you understand that?"

Frankie nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "I guess you're right. What...what are you...we going to do?" He dreaded her reply. What if she said she never would let him make love to her again? If she did that, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He wasn't sure he'd be able to see her every day and not be able to touch her any more.

"To...to be completely honest with you, Frankie, I...I don't know," Kay replied. "I...I'm so confused. I...I know that the right thing would be for us to stop right now." She took a deep breath. "That's what we should do. If...if we never do this again, we...there will be less risk of anyone finding out, I suppose." She saw the sad look appear on the young man's face and continued. "Oh, darling, don't look so sad," she murmured. "I'm afraid that as long as I'm around you, I won't be able to let you alone." She studied him for a second. "Does...does that upset you, darling?"

Frankie, having just heard the words he hoped to hear, grinned. "No way!" he exclaimed. "I was just thinking that it would make me nuts if you were here and I couldn't touch you." In fact, he wasn't able to have the beautiful naked woman lying against him and keep his hands to himself, so he began caressing one of her breasts.

When Frankie's fingers began stealing gently over her breast, Kay shuddered and felt her nipples begin to harden. His gentle caresses were arousing her again! "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured, "I can't get over it! You are insatiable!" She giggled then added, "And I guess I am, too." She slid her hand over his hairless chest, found his nipples, and teased them to straining, tingling points. It delighted her that he gasped and shook with pleasure while she toyed with his body. She leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth.

"Ah!" Frankie moaned. He had no idea his nipples were that sensitive. What Aunt Kay was doing to him felt so wild! It felt so good that it almost hurt. He couldn't lie still.

Kay paused from her activities and looked up at the red-faced young man. "You like that, don't you Frankie, darling?" she asked. "I bet you didn't know men liked having their nipples kissed, too, did you?" She found that she wanted to make love to him, to give him as much pleasure as he'd given her.

Frankie nodded. "God, I had no idea!" he replied. "It feels awesome! Don't stop!"

Kay returned to arousing the young man. Her lips blazed a trail of fire over his quivering body. He rolled onto his back and she slid her hand down across his belly and took hold of his penis, which had begun to stiffen once again. When she wrapped her fingers around the thickening wand, she could feel the heat coming from it, the way it was swelling, and the sticky residue of their earlier lovemaking. Her kisses moved across his belly, through his damp pubic hair, to the base of the rapidly swelling pole. She sucked her husband because it was what Stu wanted and she felt obligated to please him, but she intended to do it to Frankie because she wanted to. And wanting to, she discovered, made a huge difference. She got to her knees next to the quivering young man's hips, bent over him, took his engorged shaft in her mouth, locked her lips around it, and started moving her head up and down slowly, lashing the surface of his stiffened penis with her tongue as she did. She delighted in the way it felt as her lips slid over the veined surface of his throbbing organ.

Frankie was stunned when Aunt Kay took his penis in her hand and began stroking it. It shocked him even more when she took him in her mouth and her lips began sliding up and down on his super-sensitive rod while her tongue lashed it. Even in his wildest fantasies, he'd never allowed himself to imagine that anything like this would happen with her! Her soft, silky hair tumbled over his middle and tickled him, adding immeasurably to the incredible sensations she was giving him with her lips and hands. He'd never felt anything quite like it. He found it almost impossible to believe she was really doing this to him. He raised his head and looked down at her. She was kneeling next to him, her head was moving up and down, and her breasts dangled under her, with her erect nipples pointing at the bed. He thought it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He stroked her back gently, then her buttocks, then her legs, then he slid his hands down her sides, under her, to her breasts. His fingers continued to trail tenderly over her the smooth skin covering her dangling globes while her lips continued to slide lovingly up and down on his throbbing shaft. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God, I...I'm so close!" he gasped, his hips rocking. "What you're doing...it...it feels too good!"

Even though she'd never done it before, Kay considered letting the young man come in her mouth, and then she decided she didn't want to let that happen this time. She now knew there would be other times they would make love; she could save that for one of those times. She lifted her mouth from his swollen shaft, swung her leg over his body, and holding his erection steady, lowered herself onto him. His engorged organ slid into her fluttering cavern, which engulfed and caressed it as she settled onto him and took him all the way into her body. After she had him inside her, she looked down at him. When she saw the look of ecstasy on his face she was jubilant. It looked as if he enjoyed what they were doing as much as she did! "You like what we're doing, don't you, Frankie?" she whispered. "You really do!"

"Oh, yes!" the young man replied ardently. "I sure do!" He lifted his hips off the bed, driving himself farther into her. "I never, ever felt anything like this! It's...it's fantastic!"

Kay pressed down against him, rocking her hips gently. Once more, she was thrilled by the exquisite sensations being delivered into her by his swollen wand as it moved around inside her. "Oh, Frankie!" she whimpered. "Oh, my darling!" She pushed herself erect and began to rock her hips more urgently, causing the lad's erection to whip around inside her, creating heavenly bedlam in her super-aroused body. She couldn't believe she was this aroused again, but she was. Her hips moved faster and faster, her, as her motions became more and more frenzied. "Oh, Frankie! This is so lovely! This...Ah! This is incredible!" she groaned.

Frankie looked up at the gorgeous woman riding him. Her face was flushed with passion and her breasts danced delightfully as she rode him. What he saw, along with the intense, delectable friction of their coupled sex organs, drove him rapidly toward his peak. "Aunt Kay! I...I'm gonna come!" he cried. "Oh, God!" He'd no sooner gotten the words out when his hot juices boiled inside him, then they bubbled up, rushed through his penis, and flooding her, filling her to overflowing.

Kay felt her young lover's urgent thrusts and, when his molten juices inundated her, she could stand no more. Explosions of bliss began detonating inside her once again and her body and mind once again were filled with ecstasy. "Come, Frankie, darling! Yes! Come for me, Frankie!" she urged ardently, "Fill me! It feels so good! Oh....Oh! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Yes! Ah! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!"

Kay rode the bucking young man, experiencing another staggering orgasm. When the explosions of bliss finally began waning, she remained sitting atop him, enjoying the small sweet after-shocks of joy that followed their frantic union. He felt his penis soften and slide from her, tickling as it left her. Then she felt his juices begin dribbling out of her. She lowered herself onto his chest and felt his arms slide around her. Then his lips covered hers. This was so wonderful! Finally, she slid off him and rolled on her side, facing him. "We...we've been at this a long time," she said. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Frankie glanced at his watch. "It's almost noon," he said.

"Oh," Kay replied. For some reason, she thought it was later than that.

"Ah...uh...Aunt Kay, do...do you think...maybe we, could get something to eat?" Frankie asked. "I'm getting kind of hungry."

Kay giggled. "I think that's a terrific idea," she replied. She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss. "I'm famished, too."

Frankie kissed her again, got off the bed, and slipped on his shorts and T-shirt. Kay got up, got her bathrobe and slipped it on. Then she and Frankie went out to the kitchen.

When Kay walked out of Frankie's bedroom and started down the hall toward the kitchen, she began putting some distance between herself and what they'd done and feelings of recrimination once again began to fill her mind. What she was doing was horribly wrong. She should never have allowed it to happen. "What am I doing?" she asked herself while she followed the young man down the hall. "What on earth has gotten into me? I know better than to act like this, don't I?" But then she thought about how wonderful what she'd shared with the young man had been, and warmth filled her once more. She hugged herself. Sex with Frankie was intoxicating and she wasn't sure she could stand being without it.

They got some sodas, made themselves sandwiches and sat down at the kitchen table to eat.

Frankie gazing adoringly across the table at his companion while they ate. "You know, Aunt Kay, you're really beautiful," he commented. "I...I think you're the prettiest woman I ever saw. I...I guess I always have."

Kay felt herself blushing. "It's really sweet of you to say that, Frankie," she replied softly. "I think you're a very good-looking young man. I'm surprised you don't have all kinds of girls chasing after you."

Frankie's face got red. "You...you're just about the only woman I know who thinks I'm good-looking," he replied. "Most of the girls in school with won't go out with me. The other kids think I'm a nerd because I get good grades and don't play sports."

Kay reached across the table and laid her hand on Frankie's. "They're foolish if that's true," she said. "Sometimes kids can be really cruel. It was like that when I was your age, too."

Frankie looked surprised. "You mean you didn't have a lot of guys wanting to take you out when you were my age?" he asked. "How come? You must have been pretty then, too. I bet you were a knockout."

Kay shook her head. "I...I wasn't one of the 'in crowd' when I was in school," she explained. "My folks didn't have a lot of money, and I was kind of shy. I guess a lot of the other kids thought I was stuck up or something."

They finished eating and put their dishes in the dishwasher. When that was done, they stood at the sink, looking at each other. Then Kay, who had been seriously considering getting dressed, sitting down, and having a serious talk with Frankie about how wrong what they were doing was, felt herself being swept into his arms. Their lips fused in a passionate kiss and, while the kiss went on, she felt his hands slide inside her robe and move over her body, then he cupped her bare buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him.