"Michael!" Karyn yelled as she opened her eyes in response to the sound of shattering glass and saw her nephew standing there. "Oh God!" Bernadette McKenzie gasped as she jumped up and turned in the direction of the noise as well. As she stood up, Michael got a good look at Mrs. McKenzie. In her late thirties, she had a pretty good body, he thought. Her breasts were small and well rounded with bright pink nipples. Had Michael know her as a teenager, he would've noted that she had kept much of her figure. A figure that had drawn the attention of many young men. "Oh my God!" she repeated again. "Oh my dear God!" "Calm down, Bernadette," Karyn said to her reassuringly as she instantly sized up the situation. "Everything's going to be all right." That seemed to calm the excited woman down a little. She sat down on the couch, picking up the blouse she had dropped to the floor earlier and wrapped it around her naked form. "Michael, get something to pick up that glass," Karyn said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Automatically, the eighteen year old obeyed, stepping back into the kitchen. His mind, however, was racing. His Aunt was also into women,... and with the Minster's wife no less. Glancing down, he saw that his cock was as rock hard as it had ever been. It only took a moment to get a hand broom and dustpan and come back into the living room. As he cleaned up the mess, he couldn't help stealing looks at the two women. Bernadette McKenzie still had the unbuttoned blouse wrapped tightly around her, but his Aunt Karyn surprisingly had made no effort to cover herself. Her large breasts were just hanging there for him to see. As he stood up, he could swear that Mrs. McKenzie was staring right at his hard on. His imagination of course, but it made his blush a little as he disappeared back into the kitchen. "Don't worry, Bernadette honey," Karyn said as the older woman put her arm around the blonde's shoulders. "My nephew's not going to tell anyone about what was going on here tonight." "I trust you, Karyn," she said as she snuggled against her lover. "But can I really trust your nephew?" "I trust him," Karyn replied. "And that's enough. "Maybe for you, but I need something stronger," Bernadette added. "I don't understand," Karyn said, a look of confusion on her face. "What I mean is," Bernadette explained. "I'd feel a lot better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if he had something to loose if he didn't. I'm sure you can keep him in line for now, but what's to keep him from going off to school next week and telling everyone about his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by the Minister's wife?" Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette's language. In all the years she had known her, she had only heard her use profanity when she was in the heat of passion. "I'm not sure what you mean, Bernadette," Karyn said. "Do you want me to threaten him or something?" "No not that," she answered quietly, her eyes on the door to the kitchen as she watched for Michael's return. "I was just thinking that if Michael were more involved with what was going on tonight, then he'd be more reluctant to tell anyone about it." "What?" Karyn said in disbelief. "Think about it," Bernadette said. "I don't need to think about it," Karyn quickly replied. "He's my nephew." "But he's not mine," Bernadette said as she smiled. "And technically, he's only yours by marriage -- and you're not married to his Uncle any more." "This is insane," Karyn insisted. "Well then I could just involve him myself," Bernadette suggested. Then it hit Karyn, that was the point Bernadette had been steering her to from the moment they'd turned around and saw him standing there. Her lover wanted to fuck her nephew. The tall redhead looked into her lover's eyes and saw that she was dead serious. The whole situation was incredible. She didn't feel jealous at the suggestion. After all, she had an ongoing sexual relationship with Angelo Salvatori as well as occasion flings with other men in the community. She hadn't really planned to start an affair with Bernadette a year ago when she had come over looking for support after a devastating fight with her husband. It had just sort of happened. Unknown to their parishioners, the relationship between the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie had been deteriorating for years now. The source of their problems, then and now, had been their inability to have any children. After almost ten years of trying, Bernadette had become resigned to never getting pregnant. Joshua on the other hand had become more obsessive about the subject as the years went on. Several times, Bernadette had suggested that they look into medical help to get pregnant. That idea had gone over with Joshua as badly as her other suggestion that they look into adoption. To seek help would to be to admit he was somewhat less of a man in his eyes. It hadn't mattered how many times she told him that he was being ridiculous. It had gotten to the point where Joshua barely touched her anymore. Except of course on those days when she was stood the best chance of conceiving. Then he would climb on top of her and pump away for a few minutes until he emptied himself into her. Days latter, when it began apparent that it had been a wasted effort, he would go once again into a sullen state. -- until the next time. "Bernadette, do you know what you're asking?" Karyn said. "Oh yes, I know." the blond replied. Karyn looked into her lovers eyes and saw a mixture of lust and desperation. Despite the sexual release she got from her frequent trysts with Karyn, Bernadette really hadn't cut loose sexually in well over a year. A few times, Karyn had offered to set something up for her. An encounter similar to those she enjoyed. Each time the thirty six year old adamantly refused. The fear that someone would find out later or that the man would brag to someone about bedding the minister's wife was greater than her need to be laid. Since Michael was going to be gone in a few days, there was little chance of that. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more her thinking paralleled Bernadette's. She could certainly use the experience and it wasn't like it was going to hurt Michael. After all, she had invited Bernadette over tonight in the expectation that her nephew would be shacked up with Cindy Stanton most of the night, fucking her brains out. "All right, Bernadette," Karyn said as she reached down and picked up her dress off the coffee table. "I'll leave the two of you alone and whatever happens, happens." With that, the younger woman's face lit up. It was a sight Karyn had seen much too rarely. She hoped she was making the right decision. Slipping the dress over her body, she stood up and called Michael back into the room. Michael waited a few moments to respond to his Aunt's call. He still couldn't get the image of the two women out of his mind. It didn't take a glance down to his crotch to know his dick was long and hard, and was going to stay that way until he was able to jerk off. When Karyn called him a second time he headed back in to the living room and hope neither of them noticed. The young man was a little disappointed to find that his Aunt had finally covered herself up. He would've liked one more look at those huge breasts. Mrs. McKenzie was still sitting on the edge of the couch and Michael was now sure that she was staring at his hard on. Only this time, however, he didn't feel as embarrassed. In fact, he felt kind of proud. "Michael dear, I'm not going to try and explain what was going on here tonight," his Aunt said in a calm voice. "You're old enough to realize that there are many different kinds of relationships, and I trust you enough to know that you'll never mention this to anyone else." "Of course Karyn." he quickly replied, surprising himself at how much he meant that. Suffering his Aunt's disapproval would be harder for him than keeping the secret. "Good." Karyn simply answered, a slight smile on the corners of her mouth. "Then that takes care of that." A wave of relief swept over Michael. It was an awkward situation and he was glad that it was suddenly over. "Can I go up to my room now?" he asked, wanting to run into the bathroom and take care of his now aching member. "In a few minutes." Karyn said. "But first Mrs. McKenzie would like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't mind?" "Of course not." Michael answered, wondering what that was all about. If he was Mrs. McKenzie, he'd want to get out of here as fast as he could. "Thank you." Karyn said. "So the two of you have a nice private chat and I'll be out in the kitchen cleaning up if you need anything." As he watched his Aunt retrace his steps into the kitchen, Michael wondered why she had stressed the word 'private'. Or had that only been his imagination running wild again? "Sit down, Michael." Bernadette McKenzie said as she indicated the empty cushion next to her. It was the first thing he had heard her say since her almost hysterical omigods a little while before. He sat there for a few silent moments, trying hard not to look at her. It was impossible for him not to be aware that she was still naked underneath the small blouse draped around her shoulders. It hadn't helped matters any that she had loosened her grip on the blouse, letting it open enough to give a fairly decent view of her cleavage. "You must think me a truly horrible woman if you can't even look at me," she said in a soft voice. Michael turned and looked at her, realizing immediately that turning to the right had been a mistake. Bernadette had once again shifted position, her blouse now hanging fully open and her small rounded mounds exposed to the world, or at least one oversexed young man. "I don't think you're horrible," Michael managed to say, his eyes never leaving her breasts. Bernadette smiled now that she had his full attention. He'd spent so much effort trying to see Karyn's breasts when he'd walked in on them, he'd barely noticed hers. Now he had to appreciate the fact that they were beautiful in their own right. "That's good," Bernadette said, continuing her smile. "For reasons you might not understand, that's important to me." Thinking that was that, Michael began to get up. Only to be restrained by the soft touch of Bernadette's hand. "You know you took Karyn and I quite by surprise," she continued, as if sitting here naked with a young man was the most natural thing in the world. "We really expected you to be out most of the evening with Cindy Stanton." "She changed her plans," he said, a sense of sadness in his tone. "Poor baby," Bernadette replied. "What happened?" For a reason he didn't quite know why, Michael told her exactly what happened. "Oh, that must've been Bobby Lee," Bernadette said as Michael described the young man he'd seen in the living room of Cindy's house. "He and Cindy have been going out, on and off, since Junior High School." 'Figures," Michael said. "And she was so inconsiderate as to make you go all the way over there, just to tell you that it was over between the two of you?" "Yeah," he muttered. "My word, that girl can be such a cock-teaser!" Bernadette exclaimed. Michael was shocked hearing a statement like that from Mrs. McKenzie. Even after seeing her with his Aunt, it still was hard to imagine her talking like that. "That's what she is, isn't she?" Bernadette asked. Michael nodded in agreement. "Why don't look so shocked," she smiled once again. "It's not like I was born a minister's wife. I'll have you know there was a time when I was well aware of how a pretty young woman could draw young men like flies to honey. And I was even aware how easily it was to get them worked up. Some of my girlfriends used to even brag about how they sent their boyfriends home with a case of 'blueballs.', that's the term isn't it?" Michael again nodded. "That's what Cindy did to you, isn't it?' Bernadette asked as she looked down at the still large bulge in Michael's slacks. "It's not right for a girl to get a young man all excited and then leave him cold, is it?" she further asked. Unsure what to answer, Michael remained silent. Then he almost jumped off the couch in even greater surprise when he felt Bernadette's small hand come to rest on his cloth covered cock. "And I'm sure walking in here and finding me and your Aunt Karyn on the couch didn't help matters either," she went on as she ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock, taking it's measure. "So I guess part of this is my fault." Still dumbstruck, Michel exhaled loudly. "You know, I've often wondered," Bernadette said as she cupped her hand around his young manhood, assessing a thickness to go with her previous measurement. "Does it hurt when your cock gets so hard, stuck as it is in all that tight clothing?" "A little.." Michael said, not being able to really believe he wasn't dreaming all this. "Well then we should let the poor dear free!" Bernadette exclaimed. In a quick motion, nimble hands pulled down the zipper of his pants and reached in to take hold of his enlarged member. A second movement brought it out in the warm night air. "My, that's a cock to be proud of!" Bernadette said in admiration. Michael knew from the secret comparison that most guys did in the showers back in high school, that his cock was of average size. Still, hearing this older, more experienced woman praise it sent a warm rush through him. "Now that we've freed this neglected baby, we really should do something about relieving the other pressure behind it," Bernadette said as her fingers closed around the base of his cock and began to slowly pump it up and down. "Oh yeah!" Michael softly moaned as her soft touch glided against his skin. "That feels nice." "I knew it would," Bernadette grinned. It was then Michael suddenly realized the reality of the situation and looked to the kitchen door. Behind which sat his Aunt less than twenty feet away. "Oh don't worry about your Aunt," Bernadette said, seeing his gaze shift to the door. "She did say she was going to give us some privacy, didn't she?" Before Michael could consider the fact that his Aunt had expected this to happen when she'd left them alone, Bernadette let her other hand cradle his balls and began to stroke them as well. He looked down, just as the blond haired woman bent over and guided his cock into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" Michael gasped as he felt the soft wetness engulf his cock. Bernadette wasted no time as she let his cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth as she moved, savoring the small discharge of pre-cum that had been oozing out of his manhood. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her mouth, ever since the day Joshua had decided that it was a waste of his seed. She couldn't wait to have Michael explode into her mouth so she could swallow every drop. Like silk, her tongue covered every inch of his shaft before dropping down to his balls. One at a time they disappeared into her mouth, until she released them and then returned her attention to his now glistening dick. Taking its entirety once more into her mouth, Bernadette applied such pressure that she knew it would only take a little more effort to gain her prize. Bernadette deep throated him one last time, then released her grip on the base of his cock. His body quaked and a sudden rush of energy drained from every pore of his body. The recesses of her throat filled with the first burst of his warm and salty whiteness. She quickly swallowed it without hesitation, knowing that there was much more to come. A second wave followed a few moments later. This time, she allowed it to fill her mouth, permitting herself time to savor the taste as she whirled her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. A third spurt she let slide out of the corners of her mouth and down the base of his cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the now intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex. Finally, sensing he was spent, Bernadette took him within her mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of her efforts. By the time his young manhood slipped from her, not a trace remained. "Oh how I've missed that." Bernadette purred as she slowly ran her fingers along Michael now semi-erect cock. "I'd almost forgotten how good it could feel." Back in the days before she'd met Joshua McKenzie at college, Bernadette White had been quite the skilled cocksucker. She'd been quite honest when she told her future husband that she'd never had intercourse with any man before him. What she failed to mention was that she'd kept her virginity intact by sucking off every young man she'd dated since she was 16. The memory of many of those young men flashed in her mind. Most of them had been just about Michael's age. A wide smile crossed her face as she laid her head across Michael's lap, continuing to gently caress his still wet cock. Less than ten minutes earlier, Karyn had sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cup of tea she had made for herself. With each passing minute, she was finding it exceedingly difficult to just sit there and try to act normal while her lover tried to seduce her nephew in the next room. It would really be better, she told herself, if she went for a walk and left the house altogether. Yet as much as that idea made sense, she couldn't bring herself to leave. From the many times she'd seen her nephew in shorts or swim trunks over the summer, Karyn had a fairy good mental image of his body. -- less of course his more private areas. Now she tried to picture them as well. Long ago, when her husband had been alive, Karyn and Jack used to frequent a nudist colony in southern Florida. On more than a few occasions, they'd been joined on their vacations by Michael's parents. Nothing ever happened between them of course, but it had only been human nature that caused Karyn to take the time to check out her brother in law. At the time, she remembered being suitably impressed. Now she couldn't help but wonder how the son might compared to his father. "A little peek couldn't hurt," Karyn thought to herself as she looked at the closed door to the living room. "Just to satisfy my curiosity." Leaving her cup of tea to grow cold on the table, Karyn quietly opened the swinging door -- just enough to lean in and take a quick look. She had chosen almost the exact moment that Bernadette had slid Michael's cock into her mouth. "Shit!" Karyn said under her breath as she watched his hardness move in and out of her friend's mouth. Having taken a major step in just opening that door, Karyn wasn't about to close it so quickly. After all, she hadn't gotten a good look at Michael's cock yet, hidden as it was in Bernadette's mouth. Karyn was quickly captivated by the sight before her. Despite her own sexual experience, she'd never seen a woman give a blow job before -- at least not in real life. Under her thin dress, she could feel her body growing quite warm. The older woman spread her legs and slid her left hand up beneath her dress, coming to rest against the source of that building fire. With a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up inside her dress and began to play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. She began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood. It was almost as if she were sharing the act in front of her. Karyn's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched Bernadette lick her nephew's balls. This gave her an unobstructive view of her nephew's cock and she was glad to see that heredity ran true. As for now retreating back into the kitchen, it didn't even ever her mind. A sigh escaped Karyn's lips as she watched Michael's cock explode into Bernadette's mouth. Her hands raced across her breasts and pussy as she imaged herself in Bernadette's place, savoring every drop of his eruption. She wished she had time to bring herself to orgasm, but knew she'd pushed her luck as far as she dared. Finally, reluctantly, she let the door swing closed. She paused on the other side of the closed door, tempted to step back in. Not wanting to give in again to temptation, Karyn decided to take a little walk in the night air. If nothing else, it might help her to cool down little. If not, she could always give Angelo a call. "Mmmm," Bernadette purred as she climbed back up onto the couch next to Michael and slid her hand up under his shirt, stroking his fine chest hair. "Now that was a wonderful appetizer. But what say we get you a little more ready for the main course." she added as she began to unbutton his shirt with her other hand. Still as horny as he'd ever been in his life, Michael was not about to object as the nude woman next to him removed his clothes. As each article of clothing came off, Bernadette kissed the freshly exposed skin beneath it. In no time at all, the sandy haired teen was as naked as could be. With lust in her eyes, Bernadette swung over and came to a rest in Michael's lap. Gyrating her hips, she pressed the cheeks of her ass against his young cock. She could feel it growing to a new hardness beneath her. As it grew to it's full length, she was able to shift her position and rub her pussy against it as well. "Oooo, that feels nice," Bernadette said as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his face. Eager to accept her offering, Michael leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. Skillfully he swirled his tongue around the small stub, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites. Bernadette's mounds were much smaller than Cindy's, to which he had so recently become accustomed, but they were no less enjoyable. It brought to mind a little saying he once heard his older sister telling a girlfriend. When it came to a girl's breast size, anything more than a mouthful was wasted. A small breast was just as enjoyable as a large one. At the time, Michael thought it was just something they were saying to make them feel better since neither was exactly well endowed. Now he was delighted to find it was indeed true. Alternating between her petite globes, Michael covered them with kisses and long, sensual licks. At the same time, she reached down between her legs and took hold of his fully enlarged cock. Playfully she tugged it, causing a similar reaction from the lips wrapped around her equally enlarged nipples. Unable to wait any longer, Bernadette lifted herself upward and guided his cock until it rested against the entrance of her wet pussy. . She paused a moment. Her emerald green eyes looked into his baby blues. The fire between her legs flared in intensity as she saw the hunger in those eyes. Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It slid in effortlessly, her excitement having paved the way. Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way and took him totally within her. Michael gasped at the sudden envelopment of his young manhood. The wet pressure around it brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. As Bernadette began to move up and down on his pole, the sensations grew in intensity. Bracing her hands against the back of the couch, Bernadette began to rise and drop with an ever increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that drew his cock further and further inside her. "Oh God....Bernadette!.." Michael called out as he tried to match her motions, totally banishing the image of her as Mrs. Reverend McKenzie from his mind. "Oh yes, fuck me," she cried out in response. "Give me that cock, fuck me harder!" At the rate she was moving, Bernadette knew that he would cum quickly. Few young men his age had any kind of self control. A few minutes later she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her. Slamming her body down upon him, Bernadette grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him passionately while his seed spread within her. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream. "Oh yes." she gasped as she collapsed against him and pulled his face between the valley of her mounds. She held him tight against her, their eyes closed tight as they enjoyed the comfort of each other's bodies. The only sound heard in the room was the beating of their hearts and the soft laboring of their breaths. After a time and with great reluctance, Bernadette let go and climbed off of him. She had wanted that moment to go on and on. For one brief instant, all the world had seemed perfect. Realizing that Bernadette was now off him, Michael opened his eyes. The blond woman already had her underwear back on. It also seemed to Michael that she was trying hard not to look at his naked body. A body she had been so taken with such a short time before. "I have to get home." Bernadette said in an almost embarrassed voice as she pulled her dress over her head. Dressed once more a the manner that the people of Eaglestone expected of a minister's wife, Bernadette also underwent a major change in personality. "Michael, I really don't know what to say," she said as she gathered up her belongings. "I don't know how to explain my behavior. You have to believe me that I've never done anything like this before." Michael, who had now covered himself, much to Bernadette's relief, looked into her eyes. Much to his surprise, despite the twin facts that he had walked in on her licking his Aunt's pussy as well as fucked him like a waterfront whore, he believed her. "It's all right, Mrs. McKenzie," he said, unable to think of her as anything else right now. "That wasn't you. That was someone else." Bernadette managed a weak smile, then turned and quickly exited the room. Moments later, Michael could hear her car pulling out of the driveway. By the time Karyn came back from her walk, Michael had showered and gone to bed. She decided not to disturb his rest. Better to wait until the morning before they discussed what had happened tonight. Besides, she wasn't sure she trusted herself to venture into his bedroom right now. The next morning at breakfast, Michael surprised Karyn by announcing that he was going to head home a few days early. Not mentioning the events of the night before, he simply said he wanted to take care of some things before the school year started. The redhead thought about it a bit and decided that it was for the best. She even offered to help him pack. Epilogue In the weeks and months that followed, Michael quickly became caught up in the hustle of college life and the events of that summer became the stuff of memory. He did a great deal of growing up that year, surprising his parents by making the dean's list and actually becoming serious about a girl at school. Aunt Karyn continued to keep in touch with him but never mentioned Bernadette in any of her letters. That was until he got one that came with a few photographs the following September. The first showed Karyn beaming as she held her new goddaughter. Standing beside her, an even greater joy reflected in their faces were the parents of that bundle of joy, the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie. In a much closer photograph of the baby, which he read had been named Michelle, he could see that she had the most striking deep blue eyes.