Conchi slowly unfastened the bra and let her breasts hang out in all their firmness.

Keith's eyes glazed as he looked at the mounds of exciting flesh. Minutes later he cried, "More! Show me more!"

Conchi waited only a moment before she lay back on the divan, raised her hips, and pushed the black panties down to uncover the erotic triangle of curly brown hair on her belly.

"Cunt!" Keith said excitedly. "Show me the cunt!

"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith said as Conchi spread her legs and raised her hips as high as she could. Keith moved as if to plunge his rod into the beautiful sight that now made him crazy with passion. But Conchi lowered her hips and sat up.

"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith said sharply as he stroked his cock in time to the words. Keith groaned. "Now! Now!"

Conchi reached quickly for her empty glass and capped the head of Keith's prick with it. The prick began to throb and she watched eagerly as her nephew's cream spurted into the glass.

"Milk it, honey." Conchi watched as Keith's fingers stripped the last drop from his penis. "Good boy," she said, placing the glass-come container on the table so she could put on her robe.

Conchi took the bottle of brandy and filled the glass. The come floated on top like cream on an Angel's Tip. She swallowed the contents and said, "Thank you, Keith."

"Let me see you once more," Keith said.

Conchi pulled her robe open and stood naked in his sight. He looked at the triangle of hair almost goggle-eyed. And his hanging penis began to stir.

"You are all man, Keith," Conchi said as she watched her nephew's prick in its erotic swelling.

"Auntie," Keith said as his prick now projected on a line with her cunt, "why can't I fuck you?"

"The first and best reason is you are my nephew."

"Nephews have fucked aunts before."

"And the second is that I don't want to be."

"Well, I want to," Keith said.