Mona McNarey couldn't seem to keep her mind from straying since Kevin had appeared on the scene. She'd known her nephew every bit as long as any one else in the family. But Kevin had changed. At one point she'd thought of him as merely an abnormal child. But now he had an aura that surrounded him. It made him something special, like some exotic being from another planet. The fact that he couldn't use his vocal cords heightened the effect. The fact that he was so completely innocent also excited her. But more than anything, the difference in their ages simply drove her wild.

She was a well preserved forty-five and he was – what? Seventeen? Yes, something like that. Did it really matter what the exact difference was when it was so large any way? And the more she thought of Kevin, the more she wanted to add him to her gallery of photographs.

"There's no damned way I can do it without embarrassing him," she said aloud. She was in her bedroom, her collection spread before her on the bed. She couldn't remember when the urge to collect male genitalia had hit her. Maybe she'd always collected them in a way. She'd always been amazed at the difference in length, size, shape. Even her earliest experiences with men were still vividly etched in her memory. Every cock that had fit between her thighs she could recall. And then she'd gotten into photography some ten years back. It had seemed the most natural thing in the world to record these lovely, tumid pricks.

Mona picked up the eight-by-ten glossy of her brother's cock. It had a slight curve downward, even when fully erect. She had a shot of it when he was forty and then another at fifty. He was holding up quite well as far as she could tell. And he still fucked like a mad bull. She laughed out loud, thinking of poor, weak Florence with her headaches and complaints. Mona had known when her brother married that she would soon be called upon to satisfy his unnatural hungers. She'd spotted Florence as a weak person who wouldn't be able to please brother Carl. Not like she herself had pleased him. Since her fourteenth birthday Mona had slept with him anytime he wanted her to. And she still loved it when he came to rub his rigid cock against her belly, Carl's signal that he wanted her to part her thighs wide and take what he had to give.