It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 5 – 6

Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 5

Author: DDMarshall5285

I came down to the kitchen and as usual Carol was the first one up and busy making coffee and starting breakfast. I almost wanted to go over and apologize for getting upset with her for fucking Mark. After my dalliance with her teenage son last night I knew exactly what she meant when she had said, “it excites me to be a little bad.”

“Good morning Carol. The coffee smells great.”

“Well, well, aren’t you in a good mood this morning.”

I went behind Carol and put my arms around her and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek and said. “Yes I am in a very good mood and so happy I came to visit all of you.”

As I released her she turned around and asked. “Are you in good enough mood to forgive me?”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and said, “After thinking about what you said a little more I think I understand why you did it. But I feel Roger is being taken advantage of and he would be terribly hurt if this were ever to come out.” Our conversation was cut short when we heard Roger and Bobbie coming down the stairs.

Roger came in the kitchen and gave Carol a one arm hug and quick kiss on the lips. “Good morning ladies. How are my two favorite girls this morning?”

In unison Carol and I said “Great.” I looked straight at Bobby as I added, “It looks like it is going to be another nice day to go swimming at the pond.”

Bobby smiled at me and kissed his mother on the cheek and went straight for the coffee. He poured two cups when he saw I already had one and handed one to his dad. Roger gave me a kiss on the cheek and then sat at the kitchen table with Bobby.

Roger took a sip of his coffee and spoke to Bobby, “I won’t need you at the store today so feel free to go with your aunt and keep her out of trouble.”

“Thanks dad, I will do that if she does not mind me tagging along.”

“You know I will be glad to have you along. Riding the Indian with you up to the pond reminds me of the days when your dad and I use to ride up there to swim.”

I heard Roger choke and cough. He put his hand to his throat and said, “Went down the wrong pipe.”

Carol was smiling with her back turned to Bobby and trying to choke down a laugh. I somehow kept from laughing. Bobby being oblivious to our inside joke took another sip of coffee and asked, “You okay dad?”

“I’m fine, just in too much of a hurry this morning.”

We got through breakfast without further incident. Roger left on time to open the store for 9:00 and I helped Carol cleanup the kitchen. Bobby said he was going to gas up the bikes and get mowing the back yard off his to-do-list and he should be done by 11:00 am to go up to the pond.

I took a shower and then did a load of wash. Carol said she needed to do errands downtown and left around 10:00. Bobby came in around 10:40 from mowing the lawn and headed upstairs to take a shower. I started packing a lunch and we were on our bikes on our way to the pond a little after 11:00.

The ride to the pond was as enjoyable as it always was. We arrived and spread out the blanket I had packed under the maple tree. We were both hungry and dug into the sandwiches and pickles as soon as we got them unpacked. Bobby kept looking at me and smiling. I knew he was thinking about last night and wondering what would happen now that we are all alone where no one will disturb us.

I was just finishing up my sandwich when I asked, “Thinking about last night?”

“Yah, can’t help it. How about you?”

“Yes I have been thinking about it. I feel a little guilty about what I did and feel funny talking about it although it was pretty sexy doing that for you. Come on let’s go for a swim before I try to take advantage of you again.”

I unlaced my boots and kicked them off and stripped down to my bathing suit. Bobby did the same and we ran down to the pond. We kept running through the shallow water and dove in when it was deep enough. We swam under water and surfaced three feet from each other. We were both treading water and smiling at each other. I moved closer to Bobby and put my hands on his shoulders as he continued to tread water.

I kept myself afloat by moving my legs back and forth as I held on to him. I kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “I really want to do things with you sweetie, but I am not sure how far I can let it go. You do understand what we are talking about doing is something an aunt does not normally do with her nephew. No matter how damn handsome, lovable and adorable he is.”

“I know it’s not supposed to happen and I know what it’s called in polite society. I may not be as worldly as you yet. But I am considered an adult and feel that I am perfectly able to handle it in an adult manner. Yes, Aunt Kate, I love you. The same way I love my mom and my dad. I don’t have any illusions of this being anything other than sex. I know this will only be a pleasant interlude. I’m pretty sure I won’t be scarred for life and I won’t pout and stamp my foot when the time comes for you to move on.”

“Wow, I guess you have grown up. Maybe we can have some fun while I am here. But we have to be careful around your mom and dad. Come on, it’s been a long time since your horny old aunt had a good looking man to hold and make out with.”

We swam to shore and walked up to the blanket. I dried off with a towel and then I knelt down and patted the blanket next to me. Bobbie sat down and put his arm around my waist. I did not waste any time as I put my arms around him and kissed him and pressed myself against his chest. Bobby lay down and pulled me with him. I was laying half on top of him as we continued to kiss.

I stopped kissing Bobby and lifted up a bit and looked into his handsome face and said, “Remember, our secret.” I smiled as my hand moved down his chest and past his midriff. I ran my fingers over his wet bathing suit and found his cock laying against his right thigh. Bobby put his hand behind my head and kissed me as soon as I ran my fingers lightly over the bulge in his swimsuit. I kissed him back and squeezed his semi-hard cock.

“Take it out honey. I want to play with it like I did last night.” I got off him so he could sit up enough to push his bathing suit down. As soon as he was exposed I reached for his cock and started to stroke it. I could not help but compare his cock to what I remembered of his father’s when we use to come up here and skinny dip and teased each other. As far as I could tell it was father like son which somehow made this even sexier for me if that was even possible.

Bobby put his hand on my back and started to rub it as I masturbated him to a full erection. I knew Bobby expected more to happen today than what I did last night and I was not about to disappoint him. I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and licked it.

I stopped and looked at Bobby and asked, “Do you mind?” Why I had to ask permission when I did something with him I don’t know. Maybe it was the twenty one year difference in age and guilt that made me feel I needed to ask for his permission to use his young body for sex. He just nodded and smiled.

For a boy of just eighteen years he was very relaxed and confident in a situation where his forty year old aunt was going to give him what I had expected might be his first blowjob. Maybe I was wrong and the girls at his high school were quite progressive and found him just as irresistible as I am finding him.

I smiled back and bent my head back to the enjoyable business of pleasuring a man with my lips and tongue. I locked my lips behind the ridge of the gland and worked my tongue around it. Then I slid my lips down his cock and took as much into my mouth as I could without gagging. I bobbed my head up and down five or six times then I went back to tonguing his gland and slowly masturbating his cock.

I was aware of his hand on my back and the pleasant feel of him touching me. I wanted more. I wanted to be naked with him, I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted him to fuck me. But not now, not today, maybe this would be enough to satisfy our sexual needs in this incestuous affair without taking that final step.

“Damn, that is nice. I’m getting close Aunt Kate.”

That only encouraged me to increase my efforts to satisfy him. Then he could help me. His hips started to make those telltale jerks that signaled the onrush of an orgasm.

“Aaaa.”

I clamped my lips around the head of his cock and felt his cock pulse as I let him cum in my mouth. I tasted that tablespoon of cum and swallowed it. I continued to lick his cock head until I felt him relax and his hand on my back fell to his side. I sat up and wiped my lips with my forearm. I waited for his breathing to return to normal and said, “My turn honey.”

“Give me a few to recover and we can…or do you want me to just lick you?”

“Both of those are great offers but what I want you to do is sit behind me and let me lean on you. That’s it. Now move in close and put your arms around me. Good, just like that. Push up my top. Now play with my breasts and nipples.”

Bobby was more than willing to cooperate. “Mmmm that feels nice.” I lifted my hips and pushed the bottom of my bathing suit down just past my knees. I spread my knees just a bit and reached between my legs and started to masturbate.

Bobby kissed the back of my neck. “That’s it Aunt Kate do it, that’s so hot. I have never been with a girl when she did that. I will hold you and do anything you say. You are so sexy and beautiful. I love you Aunt Kate.”

His touch was gentle and sensual. Not demanding or uncontrolled. No wonder the high school girls fell under his spell.

“I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am honey, because I never did this with a man just holding me like you are now either.”

Exposing myself like this to an eighteen year old boy as he watched me masturbate was incredibly heady and probably one of the most sensual thing I have ever done outside of my brother watching me fuck and suck cock. It suddenly occurred to me that what I was doing with Bobby is what I wish I had the nerve to have done with Roger when we were young. In one week I have gone further with his son than I ever did with him. As many times as we were naked together and sexually teasing each other I never touched his cock even in fun.