Like a fool, Evelyn had agreed. She should have known that she couldn't go that long without getting fucked. This morning she'd finger-fucked her pussy until the pouty lips were red and sore. But it just wasn't the same as fucking her cunt shooting off on some hung stud's huge, pounding prick.

Evelyn rinsed and dried her hands, then glanced at the timer on the range. The roast would be done in ten minutes and her Goddamn nephew Joey still hadn't gotten out of the shower. Thank God, Evelyn reflected, that she'd never had kids of her own.

Well, she supposed she'd just have to get him out of there. The horny young aunt strode out of the kitchen, her grapefruit-sized tits jiggling in her bikini cups and her luscious, tan thighs flashing bare in the late afternoon sunlight. Her pussy felt so wet and swollen that it was a wonder her cunt juice hadn't seeped through her panty crotch.

"Oh, Joey," Evelyn said, rapping on the bathroom door. "Joey."

The unlatched door swung open and Evelyn took a step into the bathroom. She was just about to yell louder when she saw something through the shower stall door that made her stop in her tracks. Instantly she felt hotter and hornier than she had been all day.

The shower stall door was semi-opaque, allowing only part of the image behind it to be visible. Still, the shape of Joey's lean, youthful body was obvious through it, and so was the obviously enormous fuck pole jutting out of his crotch.

Good God, he must be hung like a horse! Evelyn thought dazedly. Her eyes riveted to the shape of the mammoth hard-on jutting out of her nephew's crotch. Joey's fist was moving on it! He wasn't taking a shower! He was jacking off.