She reached under her skirt and slipped her hand inside her moist panties.

"Suck me, Aunt Ruth… make me feel so good… lick my prick until I cum in your mouth… fuck me… fuck me… God… ohhhh God!"

Sweat ran down her face as she staffed finger fucking her oozing cunt. She tweaked her burgeoning clitoris until she came, falling down to her knees and stifling a cry of pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

Yes! She wanted to do all those things to him! She wanted to feel his cock slamming into her cunt. She wanted to taste his boyish member. But she held herself back. She pulled her fingers, now coated with her fragrant juices, out of her vagina and got weakly to her feet, feeling ashamed of herself now that her climax had passed.

She heard the boy yelp and the sound of his fist pounding his stiff cock became more liquid as he ejaculated. Ruth had gone back to her bedroom, just as she had tonight and the night before and the night before that. She had masturbated in bed for hours, cumming again and again, imagining what Bill looked like naked, his pale young body pressing excitedly against hers.

She never thought he could be like that – thinking of her in the same way she was thinking of him.

"This can't go on," Ruth said aloud, glancing out her bedroom window. It was almost midnight. The quiet was almost eerie. The beginning of June and already it felt like mid-August, hot and sticky. "What'll I do when Peg gets here?"

Her daughter was spending two weeks in California with friends. She would be back in another week. She, too, hadn't seen Bill since his eleventh birthday.

"How can I keep my feelings for Bill a secret from her?" Ruth wondered. She felt fidgety. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. And she couldn't take another night of lying in bed, fingering herself until she came, while Bill lay in his own bed down the hall.