"Do you love me, Bill?" she whispered. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, yes! I-I can't explain it, but… I don't know… I've been thinking of you all the time… I mean, the two of us doing things… like… like… fucking… it's wrong isn't it, Aunt Ruth. I mean, we shouldn't be doing this… it's crazy… crazy to really be doing it, not just imagining it."

"No, Bill, it's not wrong… not if both of us want it to happen. I know you're only a young boy and you're my own nephew but I've thought the same things about you. I know you've been masturbating every night, thinking of me, imagining me in bed with you."

He blushed to the roots of his hair, then looked down, suddenly realizing she was holding his cock.

She too looked down and saw for the first time how magnificent his adolescent peter was. Now, more than ever before, she wanted to feel it… to taste it!

"But what will Mom say?" he asked, fidgeting as she started to stroke him. He winced, as if in pain.

"We don't have to tell her. You've never been with a girl before, have you, sweetheart?"

"No."

"Then it'll be like an education. I'll be your teacher. There's a lot I could teach you about a woman's body…"

He fell back against the pillow, fuck sensations swirling inside his young loins as she continued to fist fuck him. He could feel his tumescence getting even thicker. His mushroom-shaped prick head was swelling up and turning a purplish color.

"I'm going to cum, Aunt Ruth," he said, his voice as high as a little girl's. "Please Aunt Ruth…"

With her free hand she pulled down the nightie and lifted herself off the bed so it fell to her feet. She spread her legs slightly and took his hand, placing it on her dark pubic triangle.

"It's all wet and sticky," he said naively.

Ruth couldn't help smiling. "It's because you're exciting me so. Don't you want to fuck me… to feel your magnificent young tool inside me, where it's so nice and hot and wet."