My Virgin Nephew: Aunt helps nephew overcome nervousness with girls

Aunt helps nephew overcome nervousness with girls – My Virgin Nephew

“Hey! How’s my favorite nephew?” I ask, bending at the waist to make sure he gets a good look at my tits as I lean over the chaise lounge and give him a big kiss on the cheek. My white, flower-print bikini can barely contain my well-developed breasts, which is why I chose to wear it this afternoon.

“Aunt S-S-S-Sara,” Jeremy stutters as his eyes bulge out towards my tanned globes, hanging just inches from his face. As I stand up, I can’t help but notice that his eyes aren’t the only things that are bulging at the moment. I guess that answers the question!

“Your mother thinks your gay,” I tell him matter-of-factly as his eyes roam from my tits down to the tiny triangle of material disappearing between my legs.

“G-G-Gay?” he looks at me incredulously. “W-w-w-why w-w-would she think th-th-that?” he stutters some more and sits up, trying to hide his erection. Damn! He’s pretty good size for an eighteen year old. I can’t believe this is the same little boy I used to baby-sit. He’s certainly not little now. Swinging his legs over the side of the chaise lounge he looks like he’s trying to decide if he should risk standing up and exposing himself even more.

“Well,” I tell him, ignoring the stuttering which I haven’t heard him do since he was about twelve. “You’re an incredibly smart, good looking guy who never dates and your mom never hears you talk about girls. You’re about to graduate, prom is coming up and you don’t even have a date.” I sit down beside him and his eyes drop to my chest again. “You’re obviously not gay,” I laugh. “So tell auntie what the problem is,” I say, putting my arm around his bare shoulder.

“I c-c-can’t,” he says, slipping out from under my arm and moving away from me.

“Why not?” I ask, trying to sound non-threatening.

“Bec-c-c-cause of th-th-this!” he says as he stands up. I’m not sure if he means the stuttering or the tent his cock is making of his swimsuit. “Every t-t-t-time this happens,” he says, glancing down at the front of his swimsuit. “I st-t-t-tutter!” he says angrily. “How c-c-can I ask anyone out?” he asks, turning away from me, embarrassed.

“Did I do that?” I ask teasingly, knowing full well the affect my body has on men. I workout regularly and, in this skimpy bikini, every toned muscle in my body is on display. I only came out here to convince myself that my nephew isn’t gay. The bulge in his swimsuit is exactly what I was expecting but I didn’t expect the stuttering or my own reaction to his erection. My pussy is telegraphing distress signals to my brain and I’m doing my best to ignore them. Forget it, he’s my nephew, I telegraph back.

“Yes!” he yells.” When you’re d-d-d-dressed l-l-like th-th-that!” he stammers, pointing to my tits.

“Tell you what,” I say, moving closer to him. “I’ll go get dressed, you do whatever you need to do to take care of that and we’ll meet upstairs, okay?” I smile. “Maybe I can help.”

“W-w-what c-c-can you d-d-do?” he stutters, his face completely crimson, probably from my reference to him taking care of his hard-on.

“Well… I’m not just your aunt,” I laugh. “I’m also a registered nurse with a degree in psychology. Maybe I can help you overcome your… um… issues.” I smile. “I’ll meet you upstairs in half an hour.” I take one last look at the large bulge in his swimsuit before turning to go. When I said his bulge was exactly what I was expecting, I lied. I wasn’t expecting it to be that large or so enticing. I might need that half hour myself.

As I walk up the stairs to my apartment, I see Jeremy almost running into his house. A couple of months ago I moved into the apartment over my sister’s garage. It’s a comfortable apartment over a three-car detached garage that sits on the back of the property next to the pool. It’s inexpensive and I get along well with my sister and her husband, John.

Stripping off my swimsuit, I stand in front of the full-length mirror, turning left and right, admiring the body that I work so hard to maintain. “Hey!” I say to my reflection. “You look good!” I laugh at my boastfulness but I am proud of myself. When I think about turning 30 next year, it makes me wonder how long I can maintain it.

Hefting my breasts, I look at my large areolas and tweak my thick nipples with my fingertips. No wonder Jeremy had such a reaction, my nipples are fully erect and would have been clearly visible through my white bikini top. Touching my nipples reminds me that Jeremy wasn’t the only one with a reaction. I let my fingers glide over my flat stomach and brush across the strip of blonde hair, about two inches wide which runs neatly down towards my pussy.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I involuntarily moan, surprised by how sensitive I am when my fingers touch my pussy lips. Now that I’m touching myself, I realize how turned on I was by my nephew’s large bulge. Checking the clock, I move over to my bed. I still have about twenty minutes before he gets here.

Lying back and spreading my legs, I imagine Jeremy, up in his room, stroking his hard-on as he thinks about my tits. I wonder if he’s on his bed or in the bathroom. Don’t young boys always jack off in the bathroom? Sliding two fingers inside my wet pussy, I wonder if he’s as large as his daddy. God it’s been so long since I’ve thought about that night. I close my eyes and pump my fingers in and out as I recall every detail.

It was about 10 years ago, while I was in college, when my sister called and said that her flight was cancelled and she was stuck out of town overnight. John has his monthly business club meeting, she said and wouldn’t be home until nearly midnight. Could I possibly pick up Jeremy from school and baby-sit until John gets home? Sure, no problem sis. I’d been babysitting my nephew since I was 13 (he was three at the time). He’s always been a great kid and never gave me any problems. Well, no more than any intellectually gifted child.

Jeremy quickly finished his homework, we ate dinner and then played games until it was his bedtime. I watched TV until I was sure he was asleep and then went to check out my brother-in-law’s porn collection. I had found them when I was nosing around in their closet a couple of years ago and they’ve provided me with many enjoyable evenings after I put Jeremy to bed. Now, I always look to see if he’s gotten any new videos

He had one new video and it was about a babysitter, how appropriate! I’ve had a crush on my sister’s husband since they first got married, even though I was only ten at the time. I flirt with him shamelessly but he’s as devoted as any husband can be. I popped the video into the VCR and sat back on the couch.

The girl in the video was made up to look young, wearing pigtails and cotton panties but she still looked like she was in her mid twenties. The storyline was lame but when the guy started eating her pussy, I couldn’t help but rub mine while imagining what that would feel like if John did it to me. I’d had a few boyfriends but they were really inept at getting me off, only worrying about themselves and whether I would swallow their cum.

I was so caught up in pleasuring myself that I never heard him drive up or the back door open. Before I knew it, he was standing in the entranceway to the living room, staring at me. My shorts and panties were around one ankle, my blouse was wide open and I had two fingers shoved deep inside my pussy.

Shit! I was scrambling to pull my shorts up and close my blouse, when something in the way he was looking at me with his lustful eyes made me stop. God, he was so handsome. John stands 6’4″ with a trim muscular body. I watched him swallow hard while his deep brown eyes were staring right at my drenched pussy.

“Damn, Sara,” he breathes as I watch his adam’s apple move with his swallowing.

“Yeah,” I sigh, leaning back and making no further effort to cover myself. My pussy is on fire, willing him to do more than stare at it. My eyes lock on his as I ease my legs open, imagining that he can see the steam rising from my overheated pussy. Fuck! What am I doing? This is my sister’s husband?

“Jeremy’s asleep, I take it?” he asks, his eyes never leaving my fur-lined pussy lips. My blonde hair was natural and untrimmed back then.

“Uh huh,” I nod as I notice for the first time the huge bulge in his slacks. Damn! It’s like we’re acting out the fucking babysitting video!

“Jenny won’t be home until tomorrow,” he says quietly, to himself as much as to me.

“I know,” I whisper, knowing this is wrong but unable to stop myself. I kick my shorts aside and slip my blouse off my shoulders.

“Damn, Sara!” he says again, taking a step towards me. “You can never say a word to your sister about this, ever!” he says as he pulls his shirt off and kneels on the floor between my outstretched legs.

“I won’t,” I sigh as his hands touch my inner thighs and his face moves towards its target. “Ever!” I moan as his tongue touches my wet pussy lips. “Ohhhhhh God!” I grab his hair and pull him into my enflamed pussy.

“Aaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” I groan as my juices flood my pussy and run down my hand. Relaxing my legs, I leave my fingers in my pussy but pull my other hand away from my clit. Jesus! Just thinking about how John ate my pussy that one night, ten years ago is enough to make me explode. Ten years later, I still remember the way his tongue snaked its way into my pussy and his lips wrapped around my clit.

Shit! Jeremy will be here in about five minutes.

Thankfully, he’s a few minutes late and I’m cleaned up and dressed when he knocks on the door. Glancing at his non-bulging crotch, I wonder how well it went for him. Stop it! He’s your fucking nephew! Now start acting like a decent aunt and help with his problem. First step is to find out what it is.

“You want a coke or something?” I ask as he follows me into the apartment. I intentionally put on a baggy sweatshirt over loose fitting jeans so I won’t cause any serious reaction from my nephew.

“Sure, that’d be great, Aunt Sara,” he says, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he adds without a hint of stutter.

“So tell me about this problem,” I say, handing him his coke and sitting next to him on the couch.

“Well,” he says. “There’s not much to tell.” He’s looking at the floor and almost mumbling. “I’m just a big zero with girls,” he says. “When I meet someone I’m attracted to, my libido overreacts and all I can do is stand there stuttering, with an obvious bulge in my pants.” He shrugs.

“What do you do?” I ask, seriously curious about his answer.

“Well…” he looks at me sheepishly. “I go to the boys bathroom a lot.” He looks at me to see if I get his meaning. I do.

“How much is a lot?” I ask, not sure why it matters but I really want to know.

“Five or six times a day,” he says, not looking at me. Damn! This kid jacks off five or six times a day. What a waste of good cock. Down girl… stay focused.

“Does that help?” I ask. “I mean, can you then go back and talk to the girl?”

“No!” he says, pounding his fist on his thigh. “Then I just, you know, get hard again and the stuttering starts all over.” He buries his face in his hands. “I’m hopeless!” Hopeless my ass! Not if he recovers that quickly!

“You are not hopeless!” I reassure him. “In fact, once we solve this stuttering thing, you’re going to make some girl very happy, getting it up five or six times a day!” I smile. “Is there someone at school that you’re attracted to?” I ask while digesting what he’s just told me.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “There’s a girl in my calculus class but every time I try to talk to her…” His voice trails off.

“I get the picture,” I answer, glancing at his crotch as I feel the moisture building in my pussy. “That must be frustrating.” I’m starting to formulate a solution but I want to keep him talking.

“What’s really frustrating is that I think she likes me, too!” he exclaims. “Aunt Sara, you know that I tested like in the 120th percentile for my age, I can do calculus problems in my head but I can’t talk to a fucking girl without stuttering!” He stands up and paces around the room. “I don’t see how you can help me. I’ve read everything I could find on the subject but nothing seems to work.” He plops back down on the couch. “I’ve never even kissed a girl,” he says under his breath.

“Hey!” I punch his arm. “Cheer up! Aunt Sara’s on the case. You’re going to be dazzling this girl in no time. What’s her name?”

“Megan,” he says, looking at me. “Are you sure? Do you think you can actually help me?” The way he’s looking at me with those big brown eyes, he looks just like his father. My heart starts fluttering and I take a deep breath.

“No guarantees,” I answer, trying to control my breathing. “But I’m going to give it my best shot. We’ll start tomorrow right after school. Bring your homework up here and I’ll have a plan ready for us,” I tell him, hoping I’m doing the right thing. “But right now, I’ve got to get ready for work.” I work the night shift at the local hospital.

“Okay,” he says, standing up. “Thanks, Aunt Sara. You’re the best,” he says, giving me a big hug.

“See you tomorrow.” I spend my entire shift at the hospital thinking about Jeremy’s problem. During my break, I talk to our resident speech therapist about how to overcome stuttering problems. By the time my shift is over, I’ve got a strategy for Jeremy that just might work but I figure I better run it by my sister. I e-mail her from the hospital computer and arrange to meet her for breakfast when I get off.

“Well, the good news is, he’s not gay,” I tell my sister over coffee in the hospital coffee shop. My shift just ended and Jenny came by after dropping Jeremy off at school.

“Thank heaven,” she says with a sigh of relief. “Not that we wouldn’t have been supportive but it’s a cruel world out there when you’re different,” she smiles. “You said that was the good news, does that mean there’s bad news?” I tell her about Jeremy’s stuttering problem as delicately as I can but she just cuts to the chase.

“So whenever he has a hard-on, he can’t talk?” she laughs. “How is he different than other men?” she laughs louder. I laugh with her but try to explain the extent of Jeremy’s problem.

“There’s an approach that utilizes total immersion to overcome these kinds of disorders,” I tell her, trying to sound as clinical as possible.

“Total immersion?” she asks.

“Yes,” I take a breath and give her the one-two punch. “If we can help desensitize him to the stimulus that causes the erection, then the stuttering should stop,” I explain.

“Desensitize him to girls?” she laughs. “Is that possible or even desirable?” she asks. I’m starting to realize that all the laughing is nerves. I try to set her at ease while I explain.

“Not girls,” I correct her. “Scantily clad girls. He didn’t have a problem when I wasn’t in my bikini.”

“So what, take him to the beach?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t understand how this works, Sara.”

“What I propose is that I act as the stimulus,” I tell her cautiously. “I will invite Jeremy to do his homework at my apartment everyday after school. I will wear my bikini while I help him with his homework. According to the speech therapist, if he concentrates on something completely unrelated to the stimulus he will eventually get desensitized and stop stuttering.”

“Do you think it will work?” Jenny asks, apparently unconcerned that I’ll be exposing most of my body to my teenage nephew.

“We can only try,” I shrug.

“Thank you, Sara.” Jenny says. “I suppose this is more than you bargained for when you volunteered to find out if Jeremy was gay,” she says, looking at her watch. I don’t dare tell her how much I’m looking forward to helping my nephew or how wet I got looking at the bulge in his pants.

“No need to thank me,” I tell her, meaning it differently than she thinks. “You need to get to work and I need to go home and get some sleep.” We hug briefly in the parking lot before heading to our individual cars.

I’m awake and showered by the time Jeremy knocks on my door after school. Once again I’m in my baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans but this time I have a surprise for him.

“Hi Aunt Sara,” Jeremy says, setting his backpack on one of the kitchen chairs. “Did you still want to get together today?” he asks.

“Yes!” I say, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “I’ve got your program all mapped out, I just need to discuss it with you,” I tell him. “Have a seat,” I say, pulling out the chair to the right of his.

“I did some research and I think we can conquer this arousal based stuttering problem of yours,” I smile at his anxiousness. “Are you familiar with the concept of behavior modification?” I ask.

“B.F. Skinner?” he asks and I nod. “Sure, we learned about him last summer during that course I took at the university.” Sometimes I forget I’m dealing with a genius level IQ. Okay, here goes. I take a deep breath.

“Okay, so you’re familiar with cause and effect and stimulus and response?” I ask.

“Sure but Aunt Sara, we already know what the cause and effect is… I don’t see…” I cut him off before he can continue.

“Wait,” I assert, and he just sighs. “There has been some success with a process called Total Immersion Therapy,” I suddenly realize what the acronym is but I decide not to share this with Jeremy. Of course, he’s too fast for me.

“TIT?” he laughs. “You’re putting me on.” At least he’s smiling.

“I just realized that myself,” I smile and get back to the strategy. “Anyway, the idea is to build up your tolerance to the stimuli so it doesn’t trigger the response.” “Okaaaaaay,” he drags it out, emphasizing his disbelief. “Which stimuli are we talking about here?” he asks skeptically.

“The sexual stimulus that causes your erection. Without the erection the stuttering should stop,” I tell him as matter-of-factly as I can with my heart beating fast inside my chest. Why am I finding this so hard? Maybe because he looks just like his daddy and I’m talking about building up his sexual resistance!

“How do we do that?” he asks, seriously curious.

“Like this,” I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head and revealing the same bikini top I was wearing yesterday. “You’re going to come up here everyday after school, until you can be around me in my bikini and not stutter,” I announce proudly as I pull my jeans down and kick them off.

“Aunt S-S-Sara!” Jeremy stutters. “I c-c-can’t!” He moves his hand under the table, obviously adjusting himself.

“Yes you c-c-can!” I laugh, mimicking him and hoping he doesn’t take offense. He doesn’t.

“Your girlfriend is in your calculus class, right. So get out your calculus book and start explaining to me what you’re currently studying.” He’s just staring at my tits, which are now swelling over the top of my tiny bikini as I take a deep breath.

“You’re k-k-kidding?” he stammers as beads of sweat form on his forehead.

“I’ve never been more serious,” I say, leaning over to grab his backpack from the floor. Oops! Big mistake! The damn thing is heavy as hell! As I struggle to lift it, the triangles of my bikini top slide to the side revealing more of my tits to my awestruck nephew. When he reaches down to help me, his arm brushes against my barely covered nipple awakening it with his touch. By the time we get the backpack on the table my hardening nipples are visible through my top.

“I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry, Aunt S-S-Sara!” he says but his eyes never leave my chest. I’m surprised at how arousing it is to have him looking at me like this.

“No, it’s my fault. What the hell have you got in there, bricks?” I ask, trying to change the subject for him and for me.

“J-J-Just my b-b-books,” he says but he’s not looking at my face.

“Come on, Jeremy,” I say, unzipping the backpack. “Where’s the calculus book?” According to the speech therapist, if I can get him talking about something he’s comfortable with, that has nothing to do with the stimulus, he should stop stuttering. “Th-th-this is c-c-crazy!” he says, pulling out his book.

“Just humor me, okay?” I ask, opening the book. “What page are you on?”

“P-p-page one t-t-twenty t-t-t-two,” he answers, still staring, wide-eyed at my bikini clad body. I open the book to the right page and read something about Quotient Rules and Higher-Order Derivatives.

“Okay, good!” I say, more confident than I feel as the tingling dampness in my pussy starts to distract me. “Explain this to me,” I say as I squeeze my legs together and try to ignore my own arousal.

He reluctantly pulls his eyes from my tits and focuses on the textbook. Hesitantly at first, and with a considerable amount of stuttering, he starts to explain derivatives to me. I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about but I nod and ask a few questions until he’s focused on calculus problems and not on my body. He doesn’t notice that he’s stopped stuttering as he patiently explains complex calculus concepts to a mathematical retard.

“Ohmygod!” he exclaims, stopping mid-sentence. “It worked!” he says, smiling from ear to ear. “Aunt Sara, you’re a g-g-genius.” At this point his eyes have again found the swell of my breasts and my protruding nipples, which haven’t receded at all despite the jargon laden discord I’ve been subjected to for the last half hour.

“As long as you’re focused on calculus and not on my tits you don’t stutter,” I tell him. “We’re making progress.”

“D-d-d-do you th-th-think, if I t-t-talk to M-M-Megan ab-b-bout c-c-calculus…” I cut him off.

“I think it’s premature to say for certain but I think it’s worth a try,” I assure him. “I think if we do this everyday after school it won’t take long for you to become immune to seeing me like this.”

“M-m-m-maybe,” he smiles, shaking his head. We continue for another hour before I have to get ready for work.

Jeremy comes back after school each day explaining more calculus concepts to me and by Thursday we’re able to have non-calculus discussions without him stuttering.

“So, have you talked to Megan yet?” I ask him when he’s finished explaining his homework to me, something about implicit differentiation.

“Just a little,” he answers, smiling. “I asked her a couple of questions about homework and she was anxious to answer them for me. She’s really smart!” he says and I can see he is completely enamored by her.

“How about the stuttering?” I ask, trying not to embarrass him by asking about his erection.

“Just a little but she didn’t even seem to notice,” he’s smiling as he packs up his books. “See you tomorrow, Aunt Sara,” he kisses my cheek and leaves me standing in my kitchen in my skimpy bikini. I’m proud of the progress he’s made but conflicted about the lack of interest he’s showing in my body. Don’t be stupid! This is what is supposed to happen!

*****

“So he’s been starring at your tits all week!” Jenny says a little too loudly. It’s Friday afternoon and we’re having lunch at an outdoor cafe near her office. I’ve just told her about the progress I’m making with Jeremy.

“Shhh! Lower your voice,” I laugh. “Yes, it’s been kind of weird but it seems to be working.”

“Oh Sara!” she says devilishly. “You poor thing. Prancing around half-naked for a young man who has perpetual erections from starring at your tits?” she smiles as she takes a bite of her salad. “It’s arousing, isn’t it?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at me. “If he’s as big as his dad it must be very arousing!” she laughs. Jenny has always been blunt when talking about sex and makes frequent reference to John’s size. She doesn’t realize that I have first hand knowledge.

“He’s my nephew!” I assert but her description is pretty accurate and I’ve been fingering my pussy everyday after he leaves.

“Nephew or not, he’s a man with a hard-on caused by looking at your body,” she says. “How can you not be aroused?” she smiles but touches my hand in a serious way. “I’m sorry you don’t have someone like John who knows how to keep a woman’s juices flowing. He has no doubt about what to do with that mass of manhood between his legs,” she says, planting the visual image of John as he fucked me on the couch ten years ago. My pussy reacts like it does every time I think of my brother-in-law.

“So, is he cured?” she asks, taking a bite of her salad. It takes me a second to realize we’re talking about Jeremy again.

“I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. “I’m going to discuss it with him today when he comes over.”

“Whatever you can do for him, Sara, I will be eternally grateful,” she says, looking directly into my eyes so I don’t miss her meaning. I swallow hard, not sure what I’m supposed to say.

“He must be like a blank slate muses as much to herself as to me. “For God’s sake, Sara, he’s like every woman’s fantasy, isn’t he?” she asks, suddenly realizing the possibilities. “Think of the things you could teach him!”

“I’m only helping him overcome his stuttering, Jenny,” I answer, not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself.

“Well, keep me posted on how that progresses,” she smiles as if she’s reading my mind. I can’t believe my sister is suggesting what I think she’s suggesting but apparently I have her approval to take this to another level with her son.

***** “No calculus today,” I say, leading Jeremy over to the couch. I’m in my usual attire, a skimpy bikini. This one is light yellow accentuating my tan. “Tell me about Megan,” I say as we sit on the couch.

“Megan’s great, Aunt Sara,” he says, without a hint of stutter. “I talk to her everyday. I’ve been focusing on calculus but today she asked me what kind of music I liked and we talked about favorite bands and I never stuttered once!” he says proudly.

“That’s awesome, Jeremy!” I exclaim but I’m sitting there with my tits barely covered almost wishing for some reaction from him. Would it hurt for him to show some bulge in his pants or to stutter just a little, anything to feed my ego?

“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asks. “Looking me in the eyes. Those big brown eyes. Damn, did I mention that he looks like his father?

“Nothing,” I laugh. “Just distracted a little today, sorry. So do you think you’ll ask her out?” I ask, acting like the concerned aunt that I am.

“I don’t know,” he says thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle that kind of situation without, you know…” he says.

“Well, we’re not done with your therapy,” I tell him, wondering where I’m going with this. Haven’t we accomplished what we wanted? “Next week we’ll take it to the next level of stimuli,” I say mysteriously.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You’ll find out on Monday,” I answer, after I figure it out this weekend.

*****

I’m ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I’m more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door.

“Hey,” he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. “You’ve had me wondering all weekend,” he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” I tell him. “If you’re going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back.” I pause.

“I’ve thought of that,” he says quietly. “But I’m not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn’t she just have to accept me as I am?” he asks, hoping I’ll reassure him.

“Of course but it wouldn’t hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens,” I answer. “So the next level of Total Immersion Therapy…”

“TIT!” he smiles.

“Exactly!” I say, reaching behind my neck and untying the top string of my bikini. “The next level of TIT…” Lowering the top, I watch his beautiful brown eyes bulge as I slowly bare my breasts to him. “If you can conquer this stimuli.” I continue lowering the top a little more and showing him my rose-colored areolas and thick nipples. “You’re ready for anything,” I exclaim as I remove the top completely, freeing my large globes for his inspection.

I sit motionless as he gawks at my tits. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, hardening like they’re reaching out towards him. My God! It feels so erotic to be exposed like this to my nephew.

“Aunt S-S-Sara!” he stammers. My eyes focus on the bulge in the front of his jeans. Why am I so pleased with his reaction? I’m supposed to be helping him! My pussy is twitching and dampening the material stretched across it.

“I think we should go back to the calculus book for this phase,” I say, standing up and walking over to the table, my bare tits swaying enticingly with each step.

“I-I-I d-d-don’t think I’ll c-c-c-conquer this one,” he stutters as he gets up off the couch. The huge tent in the front of his jeans distracts me as I imagine it filling up my fiery pussy. Stop! Stay focused! This is about his stuttering!

“Yes you can!” I tell him, forcing myself to look in his eyes. Did I mention his beautiful brown eyes? “A week ago you couldn’t even talk to a girl and look what happened.”

“B-b-b-but… d-d-damn, Aunt S-S-Sara, they’re so b-b-b-beautiful,” he says, his eyes never leaving my tits and my nipples continuing to show their appreciation.

“Thank you,” I answer. “Maybe as a reward for conquering this I’ll let you touch them.” Where the fuck did that come from? I can’t let my nephew touch my tits! No but it’s okay to let him look at them, huh? Whatever. I’m going to have to cut this session short so I can take care of the fiery itch in my pussy before I go to work. Damn!

“Let’s just try it for a little while today,” I say, smiling. “Then you can go take care of that,” I nod towards his lap, “while I get ready for work.” He just nods, apparently not trusting himself to speak. He opens the calculus book and stutters his way through half of his homework problems before we call it a day.

As soon as he leaves, I pull off my soaked bikini bottom and grab my favorite vibrator from my underwear drawer. In college, I did a little nude modeling for the art department and it never once turned me on. I was professional and detached but maybe it was because I didn’t know any of the art students. Exposing myself to my nephew has gotten me so fucking hot that I can’t wait to touch myself.

Stretching out on the bed, I set the vibrator next to me as I move my hands to my tits. With my hard nipples against my palms, I squeeze and knead the soft flesh, sending electric charges to my aroused pussy. Keeping one hand on my tits, I reach down between my legs and lightly caress my slick pussy lips.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I’ve wanted to do that all afternoon. I close my eyes and imagine Jeremy’s tongue licking around my inner labia, teasing and tantalizing my enflamed pussy. As I part my lips and slip one finger inside, Jeremy’s face morphs into his father’s and I’m back on his couch ten years ago with John eating my anxious pussy.

“Oh fuck, John!” I whisper, not wanting to wake up Jeremy. “That feels so fucking good!” he knows exactly where to lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and then pushing it back into my sopping hole. I’m holding onto his hair and bucking my hips off the couch as my orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami!

“Aaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh! Fuuuuuucck!” I yell, unable to control myself. My sister’s husband laps up my freely flowing juices and then stands up, kicking off his shoes as he unzips his pants. My eyes are focused on the large bulge in the front of his jockey shorts as I await my prize. He pulls the elastic out over the end of his hard cock and it springs out at me as he peels his underwear off. Fuck! It’s huge! It’s long and thick and pointing right at me. Reaching for it, I wrap my fingers around its girth and pull it towards my wide-open mouth.

“I won’t last a minute if you do that Sara,” he says, pulling back. “And I really want to fuck you,” he breathes.

“I can stay all night, John,” I whisper, grabbing his cock again. “Let’s take a minute this way and then we’ll be able to fuck longer.” Without waiting for an answer, I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue around his cockhead.

“Oh God, Sara!” he moans as I glide my lips halfway down his cock, flicking my tongue against the underside of it. Cupping his heavy balls in my hand, I roll my fingers across them, inviting their release.

With his hand on the back of my head, he fucks his cock in and out of my mouth, slamming it against the opening to my throat. I haven’t yet learned how to deep throat and I almost gag on his thick shaft. Pulling my mouth back a little, I wrap my hand around his saliva-coated cock and pump it in and out of my mouth. True to his word, his urgent build-up comes fast, flooding my mouth with huge spurts of cum that I try my best to swallow. The poignant taste of salty semen glides easily down my throat but there’s too much for me and it oozes out around his cock and runs down my chin.

I pull my mouth off, gasping for air as I fall back against the couch. Damn! I just sucked off my sister’s husband! And he wants to fuck me! My pussy is burning with desire!

“Fuck!” John says, plopping down on the couch next to me. “That was intense,” he says, smiling at me. I quickly catch my breath and slide down off the couch, kissing his bare thigh as I kneel between his legs.

“Let’s see how quickly I can get you ready again, John,” I say, wrapping my hand around his cum-coated cock. “I’m more than ready for you.”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffuuuuuuuuccccccck!” My orgasm explodes around my plastic blue vibrator and I fumble with the knob, trying to turn it off as I shiver through the pleasant aftershocks. Relaxing back on my bed, my clit throbbing and my pussy leaking juice, I check the clock and I’m glad I sent Jeremy home when I did.

Fuck! I’ve got to start dating! This thing with my nephew has me horny as hell. And what’s with his father creeping back into my fantasies? I wonder how far I’m willing to let this thing go.

Jeremy keeps coming over after school but we make very little progress the first week. He’s still stuttering and I’m still vibrating as soon as he leaves. And John is still dominating my fantasies! I can’t believe how vivid my memory is after ten years.

The confusion I feel about exposing myself to my nephew is further complicated because it gets me so fucking hot. As soon as Jeremy leaves, I’m ripping at the ties on the side of my bikini bottom and plunging my fingers into my wet pussy. And all I do is keep reminiscing about that one night ten years ago with my brother-in-law.

After licking up and down the sides of his cock and cleaning up the cum overspill, he was already semi-erect. I smiled at him as I fed his cock into my warm mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he throws his head back on the couch and thrusts his cock into my mouth. I wrap my lips around him just below his cockhead again, swirling my tongue over the tip. Squeezing his hard cock, I suck until he’s bucking off the couch and calling my name.

“Ohhhhhhh! Sara! Ohhh! God!” John moans as I release his cock and it stands straight up in his lap. With one knee on either side of him, I kneel on the couch, straddling his thighs. We lock eyes as I rise up on my knees and position my dripping pussy over his massive cock. Reaching between my legs, I rub his cockhead against my slick lips, lubricating him for the big event.

I’m scared, excited and thrilled. It’s my fantasy come true! My sister’s husband will take my virginity. Yes, it’s my first time! I’m sure John doesn’t know that and I’m not going to tell him. Leaning forward, I kiss him lightly on his lips as I spread my thighs as wide as I can. Easing down onto his cock, I feel my pussy stretching out to accommodate his girth.

“Ohhh! Fuck! Sara!” John moans, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down onto him.

“Wait!” I breathe in his ear. “Take it slowly, John,” I warn him. “You’re kind of big.” I’m so scared but it’s the thrill of my life. I don’t ever want to regret it.

“Okay. Sorry, Sara,” he says, easing his ass back down onto the couch. “You just feel so incredible; so hot and tight,” he says, moving his hands from my shoulders to my head. Holding my face, he kisses my cheeks, my nose, and my lips before slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Turning and twisting, pushing down then easing up, I glide myself down onto his hard cock, until it hurts. Oh fuck! This is it. I can’t let him see my face. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I raise my hips up until just the tip of his cock is inside my pussy. Bracing myself for the worst, I slam down onto his hard cock burying it completely inside of me in one excruciating plunge.

“Arrrrrggghghhhh!” I yell as the pain shots through my loins and I suck in a big gulp of air.

“Sara?” John says, jerking his head back to look at me. “Oh God, Sara!” The shock on his face is painful to see. “You weren’t… ohmygod!… Oh fuck!” he’s pushing me away.

“No!” I hiss, pushing myself back down on him. “It’s done! It’s what I wanted… what I’ve wanted for a long time!” I can taste my tears running into my mouth. “Don’t spoil it, John,” I plead. “Please don’t spoil it.” I settle onto his cock and pull him tightly against me, mashing my tits against his chest. “Just hold me a minute,” I beg.

“Sara,” he whispers as he brushes damp hair from my forehead. Running his hands over my shoulders and down my back, he pulls me against him. Gradually, I start a slow rocking motion with my hips.

“You should have told me,” he says.

“You wouldn’t have done it,” I smile, sitting up straight and rocking a little faster on his glorious cock! “Would you?” I ask as he fondles my tits and I look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“No, I guess I wouldn’t have,” he says, pinching my nipples and thrusting into me. And we’re actually fucking! The pain has subsided and the pleasure is incredible! I’m bouncing on my brother-in-laws massive cock and he’s twisting and pulling my hard nipples.

“Ohhhhh! God! John!” I moan as I the rhythm of our fucking increases and I’m riding him like he’s the wildest stallion in the world and I have to tame him. But he’ll never be tamed! I don’t want him tamed and I’m sure Jenny doesn’t either! A wild stallion for the two of us to share, I fantasize!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Johhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” My orgasm explodes, sending electrifying pulses throughout my body. He’s still thrusting into me and I just keep riding him as my quivering pussy pulsates around his erupting cock. His hands are on my hips forcing me up and down as he uses my body to milk every bit of cum from his cock. Finally, he releases me and I collapse on his chest, gasping for air.

“Damn, Sara!” he sighs into my ear as he wraps his arms around my body and squeezes my ass cheeks. “Damn!” I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

*****

“You’re like his Pygmalion!” Jenny says over lunch on Friday, referring of course to her son not her husband. “You’re at the “rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain’ part of the process,” she takes another bite of her salad. “Except yours are bare tits in your apartment and I bet the only rain is oozing out between your legs,” she laughs at me for blushing, taking obvious delight at my embarrassment. My Fair Lady is one of our favorite movies and we’ve watched it together dozens of times.

“The difference between a flower girl and a lady, isn’t how she behaves, it’s how she’s treated,” I quote one of our favorite lines from the movie.

“The difference between a stuttering nephew and a stud isn’t whether he stutters but whether he knows what to do with his hard-on,” she laughs. I can’t believe my sister is talking about her son this way. Of course, she’s not the one displaying her tits for him. “Seriously, he’s making progress with Megan,” I say, taking a sip of my iced tea and ignoring her teasing. “I think he might actually ask her out.”

“You can’t let him out there without any training.” Jenny says between bites. “Do you remember your first time?” she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad’s car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!” she laughs bitterly. “Please don’t let that happen to Jeremy after all he’s been through,” she says and I don’t tell her my first time was completely different than hers.

“I don’t know Jenny,” I say. “We’re talking borderline incest here. I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering,” I insist but she’s not dissuaded.

“Seriously, Sara, you can’t send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm… you’ve got to help get him ready,” she says. “Who else can do it?” she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. “Please, Sara.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy about sex.

“This will really be something” my sister says quietly. “Training a young virgin from scratch. I almost envy you,” she smiles.

******

The next week, Jeremy makes a little progress early in the week and on Wednesday I compliment him.

“You’re doing well, young nephew,” I say. “We’ll make a Jedi Knight out of you yet,” I tell him, playfully.

“I’ve already got the l-l-light saber,” he jokes, glancing at the bulge in his pants.

“How are things with Megan?” I ask.

“G-g-great!” he answers, shaking his head. “I’m sorry Aunt Sara. I’m not stuttering around Megan at all anymore but your t-t-t-tits are extremely distracting. Were you serious ab-b-bout l-l-letting me t-t-t-touch them?” he asks, sheepishly. This is the most he’s stuttered all week.

“Well…” I had forgotten about that impulsive offer I made. “How about this?” I pause, carefully considering what I should say. “When we can talk for thirty minutes without you stuttering, you can feel my tits,” I tell him, trying to make it reasonable. In actuality my tits are aching to be fondled by someone other than me. My nipples stay rock hard the entire time he’s here. I never knew I was such an exhibitionist but it really turns me on to have my young nephew staring at my half-naked body.

“D-d-d-deal!” he cries and continues to stutter occasionally throughout the rest of our Wednesday session.

Thursday afternoon, he surprises me by bringing a kitchen timer from his house.

“I’m going to set this for thirty minutes,” he smiles. “And every time I stutter I’m going to reset it.” He pushes the buttons and puts it on the table in front of him. “Today’s the day, Aunt Sara, so be prepared!” he smiles. My pussy screams out to the rest of my body that it’s ready, too. I just smile at my nephew as he starts talking.

After twenty minutes, he slips and stutters. I almost want to tell him to forget it and just grab my tits but I let him reset the timer and we continue our discussion. We talk about his classes, his plans for college and, of course, Megan. It seems that he might be getting up the courage to ask her out.

“Where would you take her?” I ask curiously, glancing at the timer. Only two minutes to go, yes! I don’t know who’s more excited, him or me.

“I don’t know, a movie maybe,” he shrugs. “What do you think?” He takes a deep breath and watches the timer move to twenty-nine minutes.

“A movie is nice,” I answer. “And you don’t have to talk very much,” I laugh.

“That’s a plus,” he says, deliberately enunciating each syllable. “I think that all I have to do is ask her. I’m pretty sure she’s wondering why I haven’t already done it,” he says. He’s speaking slowly enough that by the time he’s done the timer buzzes.

“YES!” he pumps his fist in the air and just stares at my chest. “Um… I’ve n-n-n-never done this before,” he says, looking at me anxiously. “That doesn’t count, does it?”

“No, that doesn’t count,” I say quietly. “Let’s go over to the couch,” I say, taking his hand and leading the way. “Why don’t you just caress them and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?” I ask, feeling like a schoolgirl myself.

Jesus! What am I doing? My eighteen-year-old, virgin nephew is about to feel my tits and I can hardly wait! My pussy is soaking wet with anticipation. I don’t expect him to do it very well but the idea of him touching me is so fucking erotic!

“Like this?” he asks, lifting my left breast with his hand and running his thumb over my taut nipple.

“Yeah!” I sigh. “Just like that. Do the other one, too,” I tell him. We’re sitting on the couch, turned towards each other with our knees touching and he has one tit in each hand. Neither of us says anything for several minutes.

“They’re so soft,” he whispers as he continues squeezing each one, kneading them with his fingers. God, it feels so good, my nipples want more attention.

“You can suck on them,” I whisper, pulling his head towards my left tit.

“R-r-r-really?” he stutters, looking me in the eye. I just nod and pull him to my chest.

“Suck on it and nibble very gently with your teeth,” I instruct him and… fuck! He’s a fast learner. “Ohhhhh! Yeah!” I moan, pushing his head to my other nipple. My pussy is oozing juice and dampening my bikini bottom. I want to grab his hard cock, bulging out the front of his jeans, and ride him while he sucks on my nipples but I restrain myself. This is my nephew after all and I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering. Yeah, right!

“Ohhhhhhhh!” I whisper. “That feels so good, Jeremy,” I want more than my nipples sucked! Reluctantly, I push his head back but he keeps his hands on my tits, caressing them. Lifting his chin with my fingers, I look into his soft brown eyes and I can’t help myself. I raise his face, and lightly brush my lips across his.

“You’re a fast learner, young Jeremy,” I say, kissing his lips again before running my tongue across them. His eyes are wide open as he parts his lips and I suck his upper lip into my mouth. I stop short of pushing my tongue into his mouth.

“Enough for today,” I say, leaning back and trying to catch my breath. My tits swell in his hands as I suck air deep into my lungs. I cover his hands with mine, pressing his palms firmly against my hard nipples. Closing my fingers around his hands, I slowly pull them away from my tits, wishing I didn’t have to.

“Thank you, Aunt Sara,” he whispers as he leans forward and kisses me quickly on the mouth. I just nod as he gathers up his books and his timer.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says as he heads for the door. It’s only after he’s gone that I realize he didn’t stutter.

*****

“You let him touch your tits?” Jenny asks in amazement. “That’s awesome! What are you going to do next?” she asks as she takes a bite of her quesadilla. I’ve accepted that my sister is going to push me to help Jeremy learn about sex.

“I don’t know,” I answer. I’ve been contemplating that since yesterday afternoon. “I think he’s ready to date now.” Jenny smiles at me across the table.

“Why don’t you role play his date?” she says, clearly enamored with her brainstorm. “You be… what’s her name?”

“Megan,” I answer.

“You be Megan and let him try to get to first base with you,” she says, holding her hands out palms up in a gesture of ‘why not’. “You can be fully dressed and help him learn how to initiate some heavy petting,” she smiles at me as she finishes her lunch. I’m sure she’s expecting some resistance from me but I like her idea.

“Actually,” I say. “That’s not a bad idea,” In fact, I love it. I want him touching my tits some more and my pussy is anxious for some attention, too. This could be the perfect excuse.

“Then it’s all decided.” Jenny says, signaling the waiter for our bill. “I’ll expect a full report,” she smiles. “Just the idea makes me horny. I wonder if John will be up for some role playing tonight,” she smiles and I wonder, not for the first time, about my sister’s interest in her son’s sex life.

*****

“So what do you think?” I ask Jeremy. We’re sitting on the couch and I’ve just explained the role-play idea to him. I’m fully dressed, including a conservative bra and panty set, wearing a white button up blouse and a pleaded skirt.

“That’s a great idea!” he says without stuttering. “We’re going out tomorrow night,” he says, grinning from ear to ear.

“You asked her!” I say excitedly.

“Yes, and she didn’t even hesitate!” he says proudly. “I owe it all to you Aunt Sara!”

“Okay, then we better get some serious practice done today,” I say, settling back on the couch next to him. “Let’s pretend that we’ve had a great time at the movies and we’re either in the car or at her house without her parents around, okay?”

“Great,” he says, putting his arm around me. “I had a great time, Megan…” he stops and grimaces. “I can’t do this, can I just call you Sara?” he asks.

“Sure, I think that’ll make it easier for both of us but try to stay in character and act like it’s our first date,” I answer, feeling as nervous as if we really are on our first date.

“Now, here’s what you need to do,” I tell him, wanting him to be different than all the guys I dated in high school. “Most guys just start grabbing for a handful of tit or running their hands up a girls dress. They also start telling her how much they love her,” he’s nodding as I continue. “You’re going to be different. You are going to be a great kisser, getting Megan very worked up before you try anything, okay?”

“Okay, that sounds right,” he says. “I know I’m inexperienced but I’ve read a lot of books,” he says hopefully.

“Well, here’s the best advice I can give you,” I tell him, looking him in the eyes, those captivating brown eyes. “When you sense that she might be ready for more, you ask her.”

“What? Like, can I feel your tits?” he asks.

“No,” I answer. “Like this.” I lean real close to him and whisper. “I care about you too much, not do this right,” I say as I place my hand on his thigh and start moving it up his leg. “Tell me if I’m going to fast.”

“Wow!” he exhales. “That sounds perfect,” he says. “You’re not asking if it’s alright, you’re assuming it is going to be at some point, just whether you’re moving too fast,” I told you he was smart.

“Okay, let’s try it,” I say, sitting back so he can kiss me. Scooting closer, he wraps one arm around my neck and puts the other one on my waist. Leaning towards me he brushes his lips against mine and then pulls me tighter for a more passionate kiss. Before I know it his tongue is in my mouth and we’re really kissing! I automatically respond to his intensity, pushing my tongue into his mouth and pulling him into a tight embrace. My nipples are hardening against his chest and my pussy is signaling its interest in being involved, too.

Like the good pupil he is, Jeremy continues the kiss, moving his tongue around and exploring the inside of my mouth. When he finally breaks the kiss, I suck in air, panting while my heart thumps in my chest. Damn! My body is responding to him just kissing me!

“I care about you Sara,” he says, looking me directly in the eyes while he unbuttons my blouse. “I want this to be perfect for us,” he’s got the top three buttons undone. “Tell me if I’m going to fast,” he says, raising his eyebrows. I shake my head no, not trusting myself to speak. He has my blouse undone and is working on the front clasp of my bra, while continuing to devour me with his eyes.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan as he releases my bra, allowing my tits to swing excitedly from their bindings. With one hand he caresses my right tit while he pulls my head back towards him and continues kissing me. This kid is one fast learner! Deftly caressing both tits, he’s got my nipples rock hard while he gently sucks my tongue into his warm mouth. Oh God! I actually feel like a fucking high school girl on a date. And I want him to touch my pussy! It feels wet as hell.

Breaking the kiss, he smiles at me while he moves his face down to my chest. Squeezing my left tit, he sucks the taut nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue across it.

“Oh yeah!” I sigh, cradling his head in my arm as he suckles on my breast. First one and then the other, he bites, kisses, nibbles and teases my tits until my nipples are as hard as I can ever remember them being. I’m bouncing my thighs together trying to scratch the itch growing between my legs.

While continuing to suck on my fully aroused nipples, I feel his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Yes! Now we’re getting to it! About halfway to my panty-covered pussy his hand stops and he pulls his mouth from my tit.

“We still okay?” he asks. “I’m not going too fast am I, Sara?” he asks, breathing pretty hard himself.

“No!” It comes out more forceful than I intend. “No, it feels nice, Jeremy,” I say more quietly. He smiles as his hand continues its torturously slow journey. I have my head back against the couch and my eyes closed as my nephew sucks my tits and moves his hand within millimeters of my damp panties. When his fingers brush the damp material, I let out an audible sigh and spread my legs a little wider.

“That’s good,” I whisper. “You’re doing great, Jeremy,” I encourage him as he strokes my pussy lips through my cotton panties. “Try slipping your fingers in through the leg band of my panties,” I instruct him as I spread my legs wider. I want to reach over and grab his hard cock through his jeans but I stay passively in character.

“Really?” he asks excitedly as his fingers fumble around with the tight leg band.

“Yes, see if you can pull my panties to the side and slip a couple of fingers in my pussy,” I say as I pull his mouth back to my aroused nipples. With a little maneuvering, he gets my panties pulled over and I feel the cool air against my wet pussy. Scooting my ass forward on the couch, I try to give him a better angle to probe my juicy opening.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out as he parts my slippery lips and pushes two fingers into my anxious pussy.

“Pump them in and out a little as you bite my nipples,” I pant. “Mmmm! Not so hard, they’re very sensitive,” I admonish him when he gets a little carried away with my tits.

“Sorry,” he says, leaning away from my tits and looking at my face as he finger fucks my pussy.

“That feels great!” I tell him. “Now use your thumb to find my clit,” I instruct him as I buck my ass off the couch to match the rhythm of his fingers.

“It’s a little higher,” I tell him as I feel his thumb probing around. “Ohhhhh! That’s it. No, where you just had it! Yeah! Oh fuck! Gently! You barely have to touch it,” I whisper.

“There? Is that it?” he asks. “Like this?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth against my engorged clit.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yeah!” I moan. “That’s it. Keep doing that!” I’m almost bouncing off the couch as my nephew finger fucks my pussy and strokes my clit with his thumb.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuucccccck!” I scream as the intensity starts to peak and I flood his hand with my juices. I pull his mouth tightly against my tit, almost smothering him. Grabbing his arm to keep it in place, I frantically hump my pussy against his hand.

“Agghhhhh! Jeremy! Oh Fuck!” I’m out of control. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We’re just role-playing.

“I’m cummmming!” I scream as my pussy convulses around his fingers and I clamp my thighs closed, trapping his hand between them. I pull his face up and shove my tongue halfway down his throat as my body continues to tremble through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I eventually spread my legs, releasing his hand as I break the kiss.

“You learn fast,” I breathe as he brings his pussy-soaked fingers to his nose and takes a whiff.

“I’ve got the best teacher,” he responds as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks my juice off of them. We lock eyes and I smile at him as he tastes me.

“Do you like it?” I ask as I straighten my panties but leave my blouse open.

“Yeah,” he says slowly as he continues to lick his fingers. “It’s like… um… nothing I’ve ever tasted. It’s like a natural aphrodisiac,” he says. “Just the smell and the taste are arousing,” he comments and I notice that he’s not stuttering at all.

“I think it’s that way by design,” I laugh. Watching him lick my juice from his fingers is getting me hot again. “Lesson over for today,” I say, standing up and pulling him up with me. Before I can step away, he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me. My bare tits rub against his t-shirt as he pushes his tongue in my mouth. I recognize my taste on his tongue and can feel his erection pushing against my aroused pussy.

“Down boy,” I say, breaking the kiss. “You need to go take care of that,” I smile, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. Fuck! What am I doing? I’ve never touched him before. Whatever possessed me to do it now?

“Yeah. I guess I do,” he says, staring at my tits. “Thank you, Aunt Sara,” he says as he gathers his books.

“Come over tomorrow before your date,” I tell him. “For some last minute advice,” I add.

“I will,” he answers just before he closes the door.

Damn! What have I started? I really wanted him to fuck me! My own nephew! What’s gotten into me lately? I can’t believe I grabbed his cock! God, I wanted to suck it raw! I wanted his mouth feasting on my juices and his cock skewering my pussy!

Going into my bedroom, I drop my blouse and bra on a chair and unzip my skirt. Stepping out of it, I pull down my soaking wet panties. God! My pussy is drenched! Lying on the bed, I spread my legs and smear my juices all over my sensitive lips. Ahhhhhh! It feels good but not as good as Jeremy touching me. As I slip two fingers inside and rub my clit with my other hand, I wonder what Freud would say about my relationship with my nephew. Or what he would think of my sister encouraging it!

Am I just using Jeremy as a surrogate for his father? Am I trying to get back at John for ignoring me after that one night? God, I was so naive thinking John would continue seeing me after Jenny got back in town. After fucking ourselves sore that night and falling asleep in each other’s arms, John woke up with the biggest case of remorse in history. His face was full of guilt as he apologized for taking advantage of me and vowed it would never happen again. I was crushed. I tried to console him and take all the blame but before we could talk it out Jeremy was up and wanting breakfast. We never talked of it again.

“Ahhhhhhrrrrgggghhhh!” My orgasm rolls through my body like a wave crashing to shore. Maybe because Jeremy already got me off with his fingers my orgasm doesn’t have its normal intensity or abruptness. Or maybe I’m just distracted with regrets of what could have been.

Saturday evening I’m ready for Jeremy when he stops by before his date. I’ve thought about it all day and decided that the best help I can give him is to make sure he doesn’t show up at Megan’s house with a big erection. At least I’ve convinced myself that this is for him. Of course it is.

“Hi Aunt Sara,” he says, stepping into my apartment and closing the door.

“Hey Jeremy!” I greet him with a kiss. “You look great!” I say, admiring his oxford style shirt and his cargo pants. “All ready for your date?” I ask, noticing his bulge as I lead him over to the couch. I’m wearing a red spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of white shorts. My nipples are apparent through the thin material of the tank top.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he says. “I think I’m as ready as I can be.” I’m proud of him for not stuttering.

“Well, I’ve got one more idea to make sure you’re ready,” I smile at him as I slide off the couch and kneel between his legs. “I think I should deflate this for you so you can concentrate on Megan without being distracted,” I tell him as I unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.

“Aunt S-S-Sara!” Jeremy exclaims as he lifts his ass off the couch so I can pull his pants down. “J-J-Jesus! I’ve n-n-never…” His voice trails off as I wrap my hand around his hard cock and stroke it up and down.

God! It’s beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He’s almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in.

“Ohhhhhh! Aunt Sara! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!” Jeremy moans as I suck his cock into my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. It’s been a while and I savor the feeling of his swollen cock sliding in and out of my mouth, imagining what it would feel like in my horny pussy. Cupping his balls with my hand, I stroke them with my fingers as I bob my head up and down and attack his hard cock with my tongue. He doesn’t last long and I feel his balls constrict just before he shoots a large load of cum into my mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!” he cries as he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock into my warm mouth, spewing his salty seed onto my welcoming tongue. I suck him dry, swallowing every drop of his delicious cum and when I’m done he’s still hard.

“You’re still hard!” I say, letting his cock plop from my mouth.

“Yeah!” he says. “That happens a lot… I mean when I… you know… jack off,” he smiles sheepishly. “I usually have to do it twice.” Oh my god! I want this kid fucking me right now! My pussy responds as if it’s wondering why he can’t.

“No kidding?” I ask incredulously. “You always cum twice?” I’m still stroking his hard cock with my hand as he just nods. Well, what can I do? I wrap my lips back around his cock and start pumping it into my mouth. Flicking my tongue along the underside of his long shaft, I remove my hand and slide my lips all the way to the base of his wonderful cock. Fuck! I can’t believe I’m deep-throating my virgin nephew’s cock!

“Jesus, Aunt Sara!” he moans. “That feels so fucking great!” he says, pushing his cockhead into my throat. “I’ve never felt anything like it!” he sighs as he feverishly fucks my mouth, bucking his ass off the couch and holding onto my head with his hands.

He lasts a little longer this time but I really work his cock with my tongue and he explodes with more cum than I would have expected, given that it’s his second time. I suck and swallow as he jerkily deposits more of his thick sauce into my mouth. This time, when I release his cock, it’s soft and limp.

“Better?” I ask as I sit back on my heels and admire his magnificent tool. Even in its deflated state it’s a marvel to behold.

“Wonderful!” he says. “Never in my wildest dreams, did I think it would feel like that!” he says. “You’re amazing, Aunt Sara!” He’s leaning back and making no attempt to pull his pants up.

My pussy is on fire and I want his tongue in it but he’s got a date. Fuck! Why do I suddenly find myself jealous of Megan? This is crazy! He’s my nephew! Yeah, is that why you just sucked his cum down your throat? Get a grip, Sara!

“Time to go,” I tell him, standing up and motioning for him to do the same. He stands up, pulls his underwear and cargo pants up. After fastening his pants and zipping them up, he pulls me into an embrace, crushing my tits against his chest. My pussy is oozing juice, dampening my panties.

“I don’t know what I can ever do to repay you for that,” he says. I can think of several things but I don’t tell him that.

“Just come by after your date and let me know how it went,” I say as I kiss him lightly on the lips. “Maybe, I’ll help you recover,” I tease him as I rub up against his body.

“I can’t wait,” he says, squeezing my ass cheeks and sending shivers through my pussy.

“Just remember it’s a first date,” I tell him. “Don’t try to go too fast. A kiss goodnight is a good start.” I’m looking him in the eyes to make sure he understands.

“I know,” he says. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to attack her,” he smiles. “I’ll see you around midnight if you’re sure you want me to come up.”

“I’m sure,” I answer, anxious to hear how his first date goes and wanting to taste his cock again. “Now go!” I tell him, pushing him towards the door.

After he leaves, I lean against the door and catch my breath. Fuck! Sucking Jeremy’s cock has gotten me really worked up. I push myself off the door and start thinking about which dildo I’m going to use to relief my tension when there is a knock at the door. I pull it open assuming it’ll be Jeremy.

“Did you forget…?” I stop mid-sentence. It’s not Jeremy, it’s John standing in my doorway.

“Hey,” he says. “I saw Jeremy leaving and thought I’d stop up and see how you’re doing,” he smiles sheepishly. He hasn’t come up to my apartment in the two months I’ve been living over his garage. In fact, this is the first time I’ve been alone with him in ten years. “Jenny is spending the night at your mother’s house,” he says. “They’re going to some garden show tomorrow morning.” Why is he telling me this?

“Come on in,” I stammer, stepping back from the door. Now I know how Jeremy feels when he stutters. My heart is pounding in my chest and my pussy, already excited from my session with Jeremy, is churning up the juice. I watch my brother-in-law walk into my apartment, wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweat shorts.

“I really appreciate what you’re doing for Jeremy,” he says quietly, standing in the middle of the room. “He’s actually on a date, borrowed the car and everything!” he says excitedly. I know that Jenny hasn’t told John about my after school lessons with Jeremy.

“Do you want a beer?” I ask, because I don’t know what else to say. As I walk towards the refrigerator, I wonder what he thinks I’ve been doing for Jeremy, or why he made a point of telling me Jenny is away for the night. God! I’ve waited for this moment, hoped for it but never thought it would actually arrive or that I would have the taste of his son’s cum in my mouth when it did.

“Sounds good,” he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn’t hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy’s cum before he kisses me. If… he kisses me.

“So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?” he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top.

“Finally put my psychology degree to use,” I answer, not to mention the tits you’re staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I’d be surprised if he couldn’t smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs.

“Well,” he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to my face. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” he says awkwardly.

I take the beer from his hand and set it on the counter. Stepping close to him, I look up into his eyes.

“Here we are again,” I whisper as we stand toe to toe.

“Yeah. I guess we are,” he answers, nervously.

“Jenny’s out of town. I’m sort of babysitting Jeremy again,” I say. “You didn’t come up here just to ask about Jeremy, did you?” I ask as I run my hands up his chest and entwine my fingers behind his neck.

“No, I guess I didn’t,” he says, tentatively placing his hands on my hips. “Sara, I love your sister,” he’s almost whispering as he pulls my body tightly against his.

“I know,” I nod.

“But I’ve thought about that night every day for the past ten years. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind,” he says. My heart beats faster as he starts a slow rhythmic grind, pushing himself against my pussy mound.

“Me either, John,” I sigh, pressing my lips to his. Then we’re all a tangle of buttons and snaps as he pulls my top up and I unbutton his shirt. We break the kiss long enough for him to pull my top over my head. I’m frantically working at the buttons on his shorts while he already has mine around my knees. He’s sucking my nipple into his mouth as he pushes my shorts lower and I step out of them.

“Ohhh! John!” I moan as he slips his hand into the front of my panties. I finally get his shorts unfastened and pull his underwear down far enough to release his hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I stroke up and down the entire length.

“Damn, Sara,” he says, staring at me quizzically as his fingers encounter my saturated pussy. “You’re really wet!” he says as he pulls away from me, kicking his shorts off and sliding my panties down to my ankles. Kneeling on the floor in front of me as I step out of my wet panties, he rubs his face against my trimmed mound before flicking his tongue into my dripping hole.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I cry as my legs buckle under me. John grabs me around the waist and lifts me onto the countertop. Leaning back against the cupboards, I spread my legs as he lowers his face to my anxious pussy. Pushing my thighs apart with his hands, he licks all the way from my asshole to my engorged clit, sending incredible sensations through my whole body.

“Ohhhhh! Fuck!” I scream as I grab his head and hold his mouth against my wanton pussy. “Eat me, you bastard!” I hiss at him. “I’ve waited ten fucking years for you to come back for more, now make it worthwhile!” I chastise him and encourage him at the same time. I’ve wanted him for so fucking long but now I’m mad at him for coming back! My feelings right now are so conflicted that I just ignore them and focus on the pleasure his tongue is giving me.

“Ohhhhhhhh! Yeah!” I moan as his tongue finds my clit and licks it repeatedly. “Suck it, John!” I breathe. “Suck my clit.” He complies, slipping two fingers into my fiery pussy as he wraps his lips around my pleasure button. Ohmygod! I’m in heaven. It’s been so fucking long!

“Yeessssssss! Fucking yes!” I yell, pulling his hair as I bash my pussy against his mouth. “Keep doing that! Exactly that!” I pant as my orgasm builds to its peak. “Oh fuck! Oh John! Oh fuck!” I’m rocking my ass on the counter, pulling him into my pussy!

“I’m cummmmming!” I yell as he sucks my knob while flicking his tongue against it, pushing me over the edge. I explode in a flood of juices that he hungrily laps up and I squeeze my legs together crushing his ears with my thighs. Shaking and shivering, I jerk spasmodically from the orgasmic aftershocks and finally relax my thighs. John gasps for air and then continues licking the juices dripping from my quivering pussy.

John picks me up and turns us around, setting my bare ass cheeks on the edge of the kitchen table. The table is lower than the counter and my pussy is now level with his hard cock. I fleetingly think about sucking him off first but he spreads my legs and plunges his cock into my drenched pussy before I complete the thought. Lying back, I pull my knees up as he slides my ass towards him, positioning me at the edge of the table. Jackhammering his thick cock into my highly aroused cunt, he grabs my thighs to keep me from sliding away.

This not how I envisioned it for the past ten years, lying on my kitchen table while he pounds into me. I momentarily wonder how Jeremy’s doing on his date as my orgasm builds from the depths of his dad’s intense penetration. I finally have John inside me again, and thoughts of his son distract me from my pleasure! John’s relentless pounding quickly brings me back.

“Ohhhhhh! Fuck! John!” I pant each word on the forward thrust of his cock. “So… fucking… good!” I moan as I grab the edge of the table and try to buck my ass up to match his feverish rhythm. Leaning forward, he grabs my tits, mauling them in his hands and the pleasure is almost unbearable. He continues to slam his cock into my enflamed pussy and I’m almost there… I can feel it building… so close! Slap! Slap! Slap! Flesh against flesh. His upper thighs smack my ass cheeks as his cock drills my pussy.

“Arrrgggghhhhh! Fuuuuuuuccccck!” I scream as my orgasm rips through my body, releasing the floodgates inside my pussy and soaking John’s fervently pounding cock. He thrusts deep inside me and I’m sure I feel his cum shooting into me as his body jerks against my widespread thighs. We convulse against each other, shakily riding out the waves of pleasure before he collapses on my chest and pushes his tongue into my mouth. Kissing him passionately, I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him locked inside my spasming pussy.

“Whew!” he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. “You’re even better than I remembered, Sara,” he says, kissing my neck.

“What took you so long, John?” I breathe, not really expecting an answer.

“I don’t know,” he sighs. “Guilt… fear… who knows?” he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. “I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we’d never stop. You’d be an addiction that I couldn’t or wouldn’t break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives,” he whispers.

“What’s changed?” I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it’s okay.

“You living here,” he says. “It’s a lot easier to ignore you when you’re not around,” he smiles. “Maybe I’m jealous of all the time you’re spending with Jeremy. I don’t know,” he says, standing up and releasing my legs from around his back. “Should I have stayed away?” he asks.

“No,” I shake my head. “I’m glad you’re finally here but I understand the addiction issue,” I smile as I sit up and scoot off the table. Pulling him into an embrace, I nibble his lip, just like I did Jeremy’s and then push my tongue back into his mouth. His hands cup my ass cheeks, deja vu as he grinds his spent cock against my pussy mound. We explore each other’s mouths for a long time as we continue rubbing our bodies together. I love the feel of his chest against my tits and I slide them back and forth, teasing my sensitive nipples with his chest hair.

When I feel his cock stirring again, I kiss my way down his body and kneel in front of him. Looking directly into his brown eyes, I slowly feed his semi-erect cock into my warm mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he moans. “I need to sit down for this, Sara,” he says, pulling back from me.

“Come on,” I say, playfully tugging at his cock. “Let’s go into my bedroom,” I lead him by his cock, both of us laughing as we fall onto my bed. I roll him onto his back and kneel between his legs.

“Is this better?” I ask as I suck his rapidly recovering cock into my mouth.

“Yes, thank you,” he smiles as he watches me deep throat his thick shaft. “Oh fuck! You are amazing!” he groans, pushing his cock all the way until my lips touch his pubic hair. I pull back slowly, flicking my tongue all along the sensitive underside.

“Ohhhhh! Yeah!” he grabs my hair and bucks his hips off the bed. I’m bobbing my head up and down as he fucks my mouth. What a different blowjob than the one I gave Jeremy earlier! I was setting the pace and deciding how deep Jeremy would go while John has taken charge, ramming his entire length into my mouth. God! Submitting to his demanding cock is so fucking arousing, my pussy is creaming like crazy as my mouth devours him.

“Jesus! Sara! Oh fuck! I’m cumming already!” he cries as I feel his balls constrict and I slide my lips back along his shaft. “Daaammnnnnnn!” he screams as his cock erupts inside my mouth and I swallow several large spurts of cum before he’s finally drained. He settles back on the bed as I continue to gently suck on his spent cock.

My pussy is ready for him again, and I work my tongue all around his cockhead and tease his balls with my fingers until I feel him start to stiffen again.

“I don’t know, Sara,” he whispers. “Two is usually my limit.” I ignore him and continue to nibble, lick and tease his cock and his balls. I’ve waited ten years for this and I’m not about to let him get away without fucking me again. My persistence pays off and I’m soon sliding my lips up and down his very rigid shaft.

“Did I tell you how amazing you are?” he asks. I just smile as I straddle his hips and lower myself onto his erect pole. My cunt lips stretch around his thick cock and my juices lubricate my descent until he disappears completely inside of me. I love this position! I feel so full and so totally in control!

Leaning forward, I drag my taut nipples across his chest and lightly kiss his lips before I start rocking back and forth. God! His cock feels so good massaging the inside of my fiery pussy. We start a slow, sensuous dance, barely moving as I grind my clit against his pelvic bone and his cock churns the juices inside my steamy pussy.

“Fuck, Sara!” John breathes as I sit up and start moving my hips in a circular motion while slowly pistoning up and down on his thick cock. “God! You’re incredible!” he grabs my tits, pressing his palms against my hard nipples as he kneads the flesh around them. His touch ignites my sensitive skin, sending more pleasure signals surging through my pussy.

“Oh! John!” I moan his name as I bounce on his cock and ride him exactly like I did ten years ago. It’s like no time has passed and I’m slamming my pussy down, fucking him like there’s no tomorrow. For us, maybe there isn’t!

Increasingly intense bursts of pleasure soar through my body as my pussy oozes juice all around his hard shaft. I’m out of control and I don’t care. He’s mauling my tits and calling my name as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, builds to an mind-blowing crescendo!

“Fuuuuuuuucck!” I scream as my pussy explodes around his swollen cock, triggering his final thrusts and his own eruption. We ride out our mutual pleasure until my body melts down onto his. Our only movements are my pussy quivering around his spasming cock and our labored breathing heaving our chests together.

God! This is what I’ve been missing. This is what every guy I’ve dated for the past ten years has been measured against. I began to wonder if I was just idealizing the whole episode. After all, I was young and inexperienced at the time. But no, my sister’s husband is far better than my teenage memory.

I don’t even know I’ve fallen asleep until I’m awakened by a knock on the door. I’m lying on top of John with his cock still buried in my pussy. The clock on my nightstand says it’s twelve-fifteen. Fuck! It’s probably Jeremy at the door. I try to disengage myself from John without waking him but his eyes spring open as his cock plops out of me.

“What’s up?” he asks, sleepily.

“Shhh!” I say. “Go back to sleep,” I tell him as I move off the bed. “Jeremy is here. Don’t make a sound,” I tell him. He stares at me before he answers.

“What’s he doing here?” he asks.

“I told him to come up and tell me how his date went,” I say as I pull on my robe and tie it around my waist. “I’ll get rid of him in a few minutes,” I tell him as we hear another soft knock on the door.

I pull the bedroom door closed and run my fingers through my tangled hair. I hope Jeremy will just think I was sleeping.

“Hey,” I say opening the door with a big smile on my face. “How did it go?” I ask as he comes bursting into my apartment.

“It was so fucking great!” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and twirling me around. “You won’t believe it!” he says, setting me back on the ground and hugging me. “I owe it all to you Aunt Sara!” he says.

“So tell me,” I say, glancing at the bedroom door as I lead him over to the couch. Just before he sits down I notice the bulge in his pants and it’s as large as I’ve ever seen it.

“We went to the movie and when I asked her what she wanted to do afterwards, she invited me back to her house.” He’s talking fast, without a hint of stuttering. “I met her parents and then we went downstairs to play video games. Her basement is tricked out with a complete entertainment center; plasma TV, Playstation 3 and even a Wii!” he pauses and takes a breath.

“So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode,” he smiles as he continues his story.

“You didn’t really want to play video games did you?” she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing for a long time, when I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. I glanced at the stairs, wondering if her parents will check on us.

“They won’t come down here,” she said, reading my thoughts. “I’m over eighteen and they trust me,” she smiled seductively.

“I don’t want to mess up on our first date,” I told her. “So if I’m going to fast…” Before I could get the rest of the words out she shook her head and helped me undo the rest of the buttons. She pulled her blouse open and I started massaging her tits through her bra as we started kissing again. I fumbled a little with the front clasp of her bra but she helped me without breaking the kiss. Her tits aren’t as big as yours but they were so soft I never wanted to stop touching them. She was moaning softly into my mouth as I played with her nipples. God, it felt so good to feel them harden between my fingers.”

Jeremy takes a breath and jumps back into his story.

“Moving my mouth down to her tit, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and gently nibbled on it like you showed me. She loved it! She was whispering my name, holding my head to her tit and rocking back and forth as I switched to the other nipple. After a while I pulled my face from her tit and looked in her eyes.”

“I’m still concerned about going too fast on a first date,” I whispered as I moved my hand under her skirt along her inner thigh. “Are we still okay?”

“Yes!” she whispered, spreading her legs apart and pulling my head back to her nipple. I couldn’t believe it! I was actually going to touch her pussy on our first date!

“Wait!” she said, pushing me away just as my fingers touched the crotch of her panties. Oh well, I was disappointed but I’d still gotten farther than I ever expected on a first date. But, you really won’t believe this part. She stood up, her blouse was hanging open, her bra was dangling at her sides and I got my first really good look at her firm round tits and her hard, pink nipples. My cock was bursting in my pants but she just smiled at me as she reached up under her skirt and stripped off her panties. Her face was flush when she sat back down and pulled me towards her.

“There,” she said, spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow. “That’ll make things easier.” And it certainly did! I slid my hand back up and felt her hot, wet pussy waiting for me. I spread her lips and pushed two fingers inside of her using my thumb on her clit just like you taught me. We started kissing again as I finger fucked her, gently rubbing my thumb against her clit. She was moaning and sucking my tongue so hard I thought she’d suck it right off.” Jeremy is practically panting as he tells his story.

“She was on fire, Aunt Sara! I finger fucked her and she started bucking her hips off the couch, pushing against my hand until I could barely keep my thumb against her clit. She finally clamped her legs closed around my hand and broke the kiss to catch her breath.”

“Oh God, Jeremy!” she whispered between gasps for air. “That was so good!” she relaxed her legs and leaned back against the couch as I pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy. She smiled at me and reached over, wrapping her fingers around my hard-on through my pants.

“Your turn,” she said, turning towards me as she unbuckled my belt.

“Megan!” her mom called from the top of the stairs just as she was pulling down my zipper. “Time for Jeremy to go home and for you to go to bed,” her mom said.

“Okay!” she yelled back up the stairs and then looked at me sheepishly. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “I’ll make it up to you next time,” she whispered as she pulled my zipper back up. I refastened my belt as she pulled her panties back on and fastened her bra.

“I had a great time, Jeremy!” she said while she finished buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt.

“So did I, Megan,” I told her, kissing her hard on the lips. “Thanks for a great evening!” As Jeremy was telling his story, I watched him shifting around on the couch trying to adjust his cock and get comfortable.

“Congratulations!” I tell him. “That’s one hell of a first date!” I say, smiling at him.

“Thank you for all your help,” he says, suddenly noticing the thin robe I’m wearing. “Um… Aunt Sara… you know how you said… that maybe… you’d… um… help me out… you know,” he says, nodding towards the bulge in his pants. Fuck! I’ve just been fucking his father who is still in the next room and now I’ve got to respond to my offer from earlier in the evening.

“You really do deserve it,” I tell him, hoping that John went back to sleep. “Only once, though,” I tell him as I kneel on the floor between his legs and start unfastening his belt.

“I can still smell her,” he says, sniffing his fingers.

“That’s just rude!” I laugh. “You don’t sniff one woman’s aroma while you’re asking another woman to blow you!”

“Oh God! I’m sorry, Aunt Sara,” he says, pulling his hand away from his face.

“I’m just kidding, Jeremy,” I laugh as I pull his pants and boxers down together, releasing his throbbing hard-on.

“So what do you think Megan meant when she said she’d make it up to you?” I ask him as I lick all around his engorged cockhead.

“Oh fuck!” he moans. “I don’t know… maybe a blowjob?” he says, pushing his cock against my mouth. “What do you think she meant?”

“Do you really want me talking right now?” I ask, wrapping my lips around his cock before he can answer.

“No, I guess not,” he laughs as he leans back and closes his eyes. He’s so worked up from his date with Megan that he doesn’t last very long. I bob my head up and down on his cock, swirl my tongue against it and stroke his balls with my hand. In less than five minutes I have a mouth full of cum.

“Ohmygod!” he moans. “You are the best, Aunt Sara!” he says, jerking more of his salty semen into my mouth before he falls back against the couch. He’s still semi-erect but I lick my lips and stand up.

“Time for me to go to bed and for you to go home,” I smile as he pulls up his pants. “Starting Monday, we better get you ready for your next date with Megan,” I whisper.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You need to know how to eat pussy, young man,” I tell him, kissing him on the mouth as I direct him towards the door. “And your Aunt Sara is just the person to teach you.”

“Really?” he asks, wide-eyed with excitement.

“We can’t disappoint Megan, can we?” I ask.

“I love you, Aunt Sara,” he says, pulling me into a tight embrace, sending shivers through my loins.

“I love you, too, Jeremy,” I say as I push him out the door. “Good night.” The combination of sucking Jeremy’s dick and listening to his story has gotten me hot again. I consider whether to wake up John but when I return to the bedroom but he’s already wide-awake and very angry.

“Jesus, Sara!” John yells. “What the fuck was that?” He’s standing naked in my bedroom, his eyes blazing with accusation and his cock standing at attention.

“Um… John… listen..,” I have no idea where to begin or how to explain about Jeremy so I just drop the robe off my shoulders and move closer to his naked body, reaching for his hard cock.

“Listen to what?” he says, pushing me away. “I already listened to you giving my son a fucking blowjob!” he yells, grabbing his underwear and hopping around on one foot while he tries to get his other foot through the opening in his jockey shorts.

“He’s just a kid!” John yells, tucking his cock into his underwear and pulling on his pants.

“He’s eighteen!” I yell back. “Two weeks ago he couldn’t even talk to a girl.” I’m angry now as tears well up in my eyes. “I’m helping him, damn it! He had a date tonight!”

“Yeah, then came back here for his goodnight blowjob!” he says, zipping his pants up and looping his belt through the buckle. “You’re too old for him!”

“I’m eleven years older!” I’m actually crying now and getting angry with myself for not being able to control the tears. “Exactly the same age difference between you and I, John!”

“You’re his fucking aunt!” he says as he locates his shoes and socks.

“And I’m your sister-in-law! You’re using the wrong arguments here, John!” I yell, sitting on the bed with my head in my hands. “Did you forget that you just fucked your wife’s sister? Don’t get all self-righteous on me!”

“You’re really something else, Sara,” he says, fully dressed and standing by my bedroom door. “We’re barely done fucking and you’re in the next room giving my son a blowjob. Then, you waltz back in here to… what… Fuck me some more?”

“No!” I’m shaking my head from side to side. “It’s not like that, John. You came to me, remember?” My whole body is shaking from my crying and I don’t know what to say to him.

“My mistake!” he says.” I didn’t know you were some crazy nympho-slut!” he yells, stomping through the living room and slamming the front door. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I throw myself on my bed, sobbing. What started out as the best night of my life has turned into a total fucking nightmare!

I eventually cry myself to sleep, waking up naked, on top of the blanket. What have I done? John’s right. I’ve been nothing but a slut, lusting after my nephew and my brother-in-law. God! I’m such a pervert! I was actually turned on by the idea of doing both of them on the same night. After sucking off Jeremy, I couldn’t wait to get back to the bedroom with John.

I brood about it all weekend and finally make up my mind to tell Jenny that I can’t go any farther with Jeremy.

“You can’t leave him hanging like this,” she says, when I’ve explained to her that I’ve had second thoughts. “You’ve got to continue his lessons, Sara,” she says.” Jeremy will be crushed if you stop now. How will you explain it to him?” she asks, raising one eyebrow and I have to admit she has a point.

“I don’t know,” I answer, unable to counter her arguments without telling her about John. “Maybe we should just let nature take it’s course,” I offer feebly. “He and Megan seem like they’ll be fine without my help.”

“One more week,” she pleads. “He needs to build his confidence,” she smiles. “And didn’t you promise to teach him to eat pussy?” she asks, her smile growing wider as she raises her eyebrows. This is so fucked up! My sister is begging me to let her son eat my pussy.

“I don’t know, Jenny,” I answer. All weekend I’ve been thinking about moving out, getting away from John and Jeremy.

“Please, Sara.” Jenny begs. “I don’t ask you for many things, do I?” she asks rhetorically. “What’s one more week?” My older sister has always been able to convince me to do whatever she set her mind on.

“Okay,” I concede. “One more week and then he’s on his own,” I tell her. I’ll make sure Jeremy takes Megan places she’s never been before. After that, who knows? Maybe I’ll move away.

*****

When Jeremy arrives Monday afternoon I have a diagram of a vagina that I borrowed from the hospital lying on the kitchen table. I figure we’ll start with a basic education and then move on to the real stuff later.

“This is dumb,” he says as I ask him to name the parts. “I know all this from Sex Ed and the other books I’ve read.” I’m losing patience with his cocky attitude and impulsively jump up from my chair.

“Okay smarty!” I say, unfastening my shorts and pulling them and my panties down in one motion. “Let’s see you name these parts,” I snap at him as I kick my shorts aside and hop up on the table in front of him.

“J-J-Jesus, Aunt S-S-Sara!” Jeremy says as I scoot my ass over and spread my legs in front of him.

“Just name the fucking parts, Jeremy!” I say, getting angry for no reason as I push my ass forward on the table. Okay, maybe there’s a reason but it has nothing to do with Jeremy.

“W-W-Why are you d-d-doing th-th-this?” he asks, looking into my eyes instead of my pussy. “His big, brown eyes searching mine for answers. I reach over and curl my fingers in his hair.

“Let’s forget the diagram and use the real thing,” I say, softening my voice. “Maybe it was kind of stupid. Do you think you can name the parts?” I smile, my legs still spread-eagle on the table.

“Sure,” he says hesitantly as he lowers his eyes. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, he pushes them slightly apart and I can feel the moisture building. “This is the labia,” he says, running his finger up the length of one side.

“Mmmmm,” I catch my breath as his touch sends shivers through my body. “The outer labia,” I correct him as I wait for his next touch.

“Right. Outer labia,” he says, continuing to trail his finger up one side and down the other. This is too weird! I can’t believe I’m sitting spread-eagle on my kitchen table with my nephew naming the parts of my pussy. I’m doing my best to hold still while his finger continues its exploration.

“This is the inner labia,” he says, spreading my lips apart and trailing his finger over the inner folds of my pussy.

“Yesssssss!” I exhale loudly through my teeth. Leaning back on my elbows, I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasurable sensations. “You’re doing well,” I breathe, spreading my legs a little farther apart. I wonder if this is what my sister had in mind.

“And this is the clit,” he says, barely touching it with the tip of his finger.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” I moan as an electrifying jolt surges through my loins. Fuck! I’m so wet, I want him to eat me right here on the table.

“You seem to know the parts,” I say, my breath coming in short gasps. “But it’s not enough to be able to name them,” I tell him as I sit up and scoot off the table, leaving a moist streak on the surface.

“You have to be able to identify them in the dark,” I say, taking his hand and leading him into my bedroom.

“With your tongue,” I add, smiling as I pull my top over my head, exposing my aroused nipples.

“Like a soldier assembling his weapon blindfolded,” he smiles and starts to laugh.

“Exactly!” I laugh with him as I crawl up on my bed and feel the juices oozing from my overheated pussy. “Get undressed, Jeremy,” I whisper. “We’re going to start with your tongue but we may work on your other weapon later,” I smile as I lie down on my back with my legs spread.

“Ohmygod!” he breathes as he tears his clothes off. Crawling up on the bed between my legs, he hesitates a second with his eyes darting between my face and my pussy. “You’re the best, Aunt Sara,” he says without stuttering as he lowers his face and extends his tongue.

“Ohhhhh! Yeah!” I cry as his warm, wet tongue touches the outer lips of my pussy. “The secret… to good pussy eating… is the teasing,” I tell him as my heart rate speeds up and my breathing becomes labored. “Lick all around before you plunge inside,” he does as he’s told, licking around the inner labia and driving me crazy.

“Just… like… that!” I pant as he seems to take forever to get his tongue near my fiery hole. “When you get to the clit..,” I add as I squirm around on the bed trying to align my pussy with his tongue. “Be gentle and lightly suck on it.” Fuck! He’s either done this before or he’s very intuitive.

“Like this?” he asks, flicking his tongue across my love knob.

“Ohhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuucccck!” I moan. “Just like that!” I exhale as he slips his tongue inside my pussy and laps at my flowing juices. Cupping my hands over my tits, I’m rocking my ass in rhythm with his tongue fucking. Every few strokes his tongue finds the tip of my clit sending an orgasmic rush through my body. I stop giving him instructions and just pull my knees up, spread my legs farther apart and soak up the pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhhh Yeesssss!” I breathe as he sucks my clit into his mouth and gently flicks his tongue across it. “God! That feels so good!” I whisper as I push my pussy against his mouth. It does feel great but something’s missing. When John ate me… damn it! I’m not going to let John intrude on this! But it’s not as great as it could be…

“Put… your… fingers… in… me,” I pant, realizing that he’s only stimulating my clit. As good as that feels, it’ll feel better…. “Ohhhhh! Fuuuuuccck! That’s right!” I thrust my hips toward him as he slides what feels like two fingers into my soaking wet pussy.

“Like this?” he asks, momentarily disengaging his mouth from my clit as he continues to finger fuck my pussy.

“Exactly!” I almost yell. He’s pumping his fingers in and out of my soggy pussy, while sucking on my enflamed clit. I’m pushing against him, soaking his face with my juices as my orgasm builds. I grab handfuls of his hair, twisting it around my fingers as I frantically hump his face.

“Aaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhhhhhh!” My orgasm explodes and I jerk convulsively against his face, releasing a hot flood of fresh cream around his fingers.

“Stop sucking!” I admonish him while pushing his mouth off of my clit. “Just lick the juices around my pussy,” I explain more calmly as I try to catch my breath. “Right after an orgasm, the clit is too sensitive,” I release his head and collapse back on my bed as I continue my instruction.

“Sorry,” he says as he begins lapping up my steadily flowing juices.

God, I needed that! I’d really love his hard cock in my pussy right now. There’s nothing like a thick, stiff cock filling your pussy after oral sex. I bet Jeremy’s cock is hard as a rock. It would feel so good slamming into my juicy pussy.

Fuck! Be responsible! I’ve got to teach him about safe sex. I don’t have any condoms and I’m sure he doesn’t either. I’m on the pill but I’d rather he not even experience raw, unsheathed sex. That’s just asking for disaster.

“How did I do, Aunt Sara?” Jeremy asks as he kisses his way up my body. His tongue feels nice, trailing kisses around my naval.

“You learn fast, Jeremy,” I say, tousling his hair as he sucks on my hard nipple. “That was very good. Are you sure that was your first time?” I tease.

“You’re just a good teacher,” he says, nibbling on my nipple as his hard cock grazes my thigh. “Aunt Sara?” he says, lifting his mouth from my tit.

“Uh huh?” I answer as I rock my thigh against his thick cock.

“Are you going to teach me how to fuck?” he asks quietly and I feel his cock responding to what must be the mental image in his brain.

“Yes,” I answer. “But not today,” I smile as he continues sucking on my tit. “We need to get some condoms,” I tell him as I tousle his hair.

“Okay,” he says, while moving to my other nipple and licking around the areola. “You have a beautiful body, Aunt Sara,” he says, flicking his tongue against my taut nipple.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he massages my tit with his hand and rubs his hard cock against my thigh. “When are you and Megan going out again?” I ask, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his swollen cock.

“Friday night,” he says, turning on his side to give me better access to his hard-on. I stroke gently up and down the length of it, thinking what a waste not to have it inside me. “I don’t know where we’re going yet,” he says.

“Why don’t you bring her here?” I suggest impulsively. “I’ll go out and you two can have the apartment to yourself.”

“Really?” Jeremy asks, his eyes as big as saucers. “And you’ll teach me to fuck before Friday?” he asks as he starts humping his cock against my hand.

“Yes, we can start tomorrow,” I tell him as I stroke him more vigorously, turned on by the prospect of fucking my nephew. What the hell, I have his mother’s consent!

“I don’t deserve you,” he says, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Our conversation stops as his cock swells in my hand and his breath comes in quick gasps.

“Lie back,” I say as I push him onto his back and kneel next to him. I’m still stroking him as I wrap my lips around his hard cock and twirl my tongue around the head. I pump him in and out of my mouth, bopping my head up and down as I imagine what he’ll feel like in my pussy.

“Fuck! Aunt Sara!” he cries as his whole body tenses and he shoots a huge load of salty cum into my mouth. I take several quick swallows, corkscrewing my hand up and down his saliva-coated cock while he continues to spurt. When I’ve sucked out the last of it, I release my grip and let it plop onto his stomach. Crawling up next to him, I graze my fingers over his chest as he catches his breath.

“How do we get some condoms?” he asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling my cheek against his chest.

“First, I think you need more practice with your tongue,” I say, my pussy aching for another release.

“No problem,” he says, pulling his arm out and easing me onto my back. “I’d love to taste you again,” he smiles, moving down between my legs.

“Turn your body around,” I say, getting a sudden urge to suck him while he licks me. “Let’s do this sixty-nine style.”

“Alright!” he exclaims, exuding the enthusiasm of a virgin who’s experiencing everything for the first time. He flips around and straddles my shoulders but after a couple attempts to get a rhythm, I tell him it’ll be better if I’m on top.

We roll over, get into position and I grind my horny pussy against his mouth while I suck on his cock. I forego any instruction this time as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. The room is filled with slurping and sucking sounds as the tension builds inside each of us. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he sucks my clit into his mouth as I deep throat his recovered cock.

Sliding my wet lips up the length of his shaft, I gasp for breath as his tongue action on my clit releases an explosive orgasm. I flood his face with pussy juice seconds before he starts spewing his hot jism into my mouth. Sealing my lips around his cockhead, I continue to pump him with my hand while I swallow his thick cream and shiver through the residual tremors of my orgasm.

Flipping my leg over his head, I collapse on my back beside him, both of us breathing heavily.

Before he leaves I tell him what kind of condoms to buy and promise to teach him how to use them.

******

How I fucked my widowed mami like a whore (Indian story)

“He’s bringing Megan to your apartment?” Jenny asks, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. “I wish my boyfriend had an aunt like you when I was in school.” It’s Tuesday morning and we’re at a Starbucks near where Jenny works. She’s stirring sugar into her coffee as we talk.

“Yeah, I just need to figure out what to do on Friday night,” I say, sipping my herbal tea. I’m foregoing the caffeine so I’ll be able to sleep today. I’ve just finished telling Jenny how well her son ate my pussy but as usual she’s jumping ahead to what’s next.

“You can hang out with us while Jeremy’s at your place,” she says and before I can answer she’s changes the subject. “You’re going to help him be ready for the big event, right?” she asks anxiously.

“I promised, didn’t I?” I smile, my pussy twitching at the thought of Jeremy’s hard cock filling it up. “He’s buying condoms after school today.”

“That’s fantastic!” she says. “I almost envy you, sis,” she says quietly.

“You want to fuck your own son?” I whisper appallingly.

“No, of course not!” she snaps. “But just think of it; a fresh, young, virgin cock. You’ll be his first piece of ass, Sara. He’ll remember this for the rest of his life!” Her face takes on a dreamy look and I wonder if maybe she doesn’t wish she could take my place.

“Do you realize how depraved we are?” I ask, smiling in spite of my concerns.

“Yes but in a good way,” she smiles back. “What you’ve done for Jeremy is nothing short of a miracle! If it wasn’t for you… well, I don’t want to think about what his life would have been like.”

“He’d have eventually figured it out,” I assure her, even as I realize that I’m glad he didn’t.

“Don’t downplay your role, sis,” she says. “John and I are extremely grateful for everything you’ve done,” I flinch at the mention of John’s name. “I told him about it last night,” she smiles. “He was shocked, to say the least.” I feel my stomach churn as she continues. “But after I explained it and told him about the progress you were making, he was really impressed.”

We sit silent for a few minutes, sipping our drinks. I try to get my brain around what she just told me. John understands? Can this really be true?

“Hey.” Jenny interrupts my thoughts. “I just remembered this is John’s fishing weekend. He and some friends from work are leaving Friday night. We can have a girls’ night while Jeremy and Megan are…” she doesn’t finish but I get the idea. Looking at her watch, she stands up and says she has to get back to work. I breathe a sigh of relief as we hug and go our separate ways.

“I’ll expect all the details on Friday night,” she says over her shoulder.

******

By the time Jeremy bursts into my apartment with a twelve pack of condoms, I’ve been preening for hours. I’m bathed, shaved, powdered and perfumed, wearing a thin satin robe and anxiously anticipating today’s lesson.

“Good boy!” I commend him as he shows me his purchase. “We’ll need at least a couple of these today,” I smile, glancing at his bulging crotch as I lead him into the bedroom.

“Really?” he asks excitedly as I turn towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. I nod my head and continue to work on his buttons. He shifts from foot to foot, unsure of what he’s supposed to do.

“Here’s the plan,” I tell him as I pull his shirt off his shoulders and toss it over a chair. “Today, we’re going to get right to the main event. I don’t think either of us needs much foreplay,” I squeeze his hard cock for emphasis. He shakes his head in agreement.

“You’re going to practice putting on the condoms and getting inside me,” I say as I unsnap his jeans and pull them down. My heartbeat increases as I push them to his ankles and he steps out of them. His jockey shorts can barely contain his swollen cock and I run my fingers the length of it as my pussy signals its readiness.

“Mmmmmm,” he lets out a soft moan as my hand lingers around his cockhead.

“You probably won’t last long the first time,” I explain as I slip my fingers inside the elastic waistband, brushing the sides of his erection. “You may not even get all the way in before you start cumming. Don’t worry, we’ll keep doing it until you get it right!” I smile at him as I pull the elastic out over his cockhead and free his excited cock. I let it fly free as his shorts fall to his feet and he kicks them aside.

“Have you been into your dad’s Viagra?” I tease. His cock is larger than I’ve ever seen it.

“No,” he laughs. “I’m just so excited, Aunt Sara,” he says without stuttering. Good boy!

“Me too,” I confide, sitting on the bed and motioning for him to sit next to me. “I could prevent you from prematurely ejaculating, Jeremy, by getting you off with my hand or my mouth before we fuck,” I explain matter-of-factly. “Your dates may not be experienced enough to realize that so we’re going to build up your stamina, okay?” My pussy is aching and I really want to just push him back and jump on him but I’m trying to maintain my teacher-pupil demeanor.

“Okay, whatever you say, Aunt Sara.” He’s breathing hard and starring at my hard nipples pushing out the thin material of my robe. I stand up and drop the robe on the floor. His cock twitches and a bead of precum glistens from the tip. I better speed things up a little, for him and me.

“Do you know how to put the condom on?” I ask as I crawl up on the bed and lie down on my back, spreading my legs. My God! I’m actually going to fuck my nephew. My pussy is slick with anticipation.

“Um… I think so,” he says, holding up a single foil package. “You just roll it on, don’t you?” he asks.

“That’s right,” I tell him as I pat the bed next to me. “Lie here next to me like we’ve been building up to this. When you know the time is right, tear open the package, glance at it so you know you’ve got the rolls going the correct direction and smooth it down over your cock,” I explain. I’m usually the one rolling the condom down the cock but I want him to be able to do it in case his date isn’t comfortable.

Jeremy lies on his side facing me, his hard cock brushing my thigh and sending shivers through my wet pussy. I watch him fumble with the small package.

“Just take your time,” I tell him, not really meaning it. “We’ve got three days of practice before your date,” I remind him. He gets the condom out, tossing the wrapper on the floor. We’ll discuss that later. He leans back, awkwardly positioning the circular shape over his cockhead and rolling it down the sides.

“Got it!” he exclaims triumphantly as he turns back to me, waiting for more instruction.

“Now focus, young Jedi knight,” I smile. “Nothing spoils the moment faster than you jabbing your light saber all around trying to find the opening,” I tease. “Position yourself over me and use your hand to guide it right between my pussy lips,” I tell him. “When you’re more experienced you won’t need to guide it with your hand but for now you better play it safe.”

“Like this?” he asks, positioning himself between my wide-spread legs. With one hand on the bed for balance, he uses his other hand to angle his cock towards its target. Fuck! This is it! I feel his sheathed cockhead brush against my moist labia.

“Mmmmm,” I try to remain passive so he can get this right. “Exactly like that,” I whisper as he glides his cock between my lips. “Don’t try to push it all in at once,” I tell him as he pulls his hand out from between us and settles his chest against my tits. “Short in and out plunges will help your partner adjust to your size and make it more pleasurable for both of you,” I tell him as my pussy welcomes the long awaited invasion.

“Damn, Aunt Sara!” Jeremy gasps, reminding me of his father as he pushes his lips to mine. My pussy is on fire! That’s it! No more instruction. I squeeze his ass as I arch my back and thrust my pussy upward.

“Ohhhhh!” I sigh as his cock penetrates the depths of my enflamed pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Jeremy is panting. “It’s so… hot and… and… Oh! Fuck!” he jerks spasmodically and then collapses on my chest.

I caress his muscular ass as my pussy screams its displeasure to my brain. I tell myself to patiently wait for round two, promising my pussy a more fulfilling experience.

“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly as his breathing returns to normal. His cock is still filling my anxious pussy and doesn’t seem to have diminished any.

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetie,” I tell him, brushing his hair from his eyes. “I told you this would happen,” I smile. “Besides, I seem to remember that you always cum twice,” I say, wiggling my hips around.

“That’s right!” he beams. “What do I… um… how do I… you know?” This is that awkward, discard the condom, moment that everyone hates.

“Just ease out of me,” I tell him. “The gentlemanly thing to do is to go into the bathroom, wrap tissue around the condom and then pull it off and dispose of it in the wastebasket.” He’s already pulling out before I finish talking.

“Make sure it’s completely wrapped in tissue so it doesn’t make a mess,” I call after him, lying back and moving my hand to my clit. Fuck! This has got to be the weirdest sex I’ve ever had. But there is something extremely arousing about his wide-eyed discovery of how it feels to fuck. Mmmmm. I’ll just help this along a little.

“Should I just put another one on?” he asks as he walks back into the bedroom with his cock jutting out in front of him.

“Are you ready to go again?” I ask excitedly, pulling my fingers from my dripping pussy.

“Sure,” he answers, sitting on the bed and opening another package. He rolls it over his cock like he’s been doing it for years and then climbs up over me, pausing to suck my aching nipples before positioning his cock against my splayed open lips.

“That last one didn’t count,” he smiles as he glides his cock into my steamy cunt. “This one’s for you Aunt Sara,” he says, plunging deep into my cavernous opening and grinding his pelvic bone against my clit.

“Yes!” I moan, wrapping my arms around him and pulling his mouth to mine. After a few awkward thrusts, he picks up a rhythm and I’m moving right with him. Now, this is fucking! My pussy once again is ignited in fiery pleasure, oozing creamy lubricant all up and down his pistoning cock.

“Oh yeah!” I pant. “So good!… sooo good!… soo… fucking… good!” I breathe each word on the downward thrust of his cock. My pussy is electrified, sending pleasure surges throughout my whole body as I suck his tongue into my mouth and scrape my nails across his back.

“Mmmpppphhhhh.” Muffled moans echo through our mouths as our rhythm increases and he slams into me with a renewed vigor. My pussy is so hot it’s melting. I can’t feel the physical presence of it, just the immense pleasure building through the lower half of my body reaching towards the final summit.

“Oh fuuuucccck!” I scream, breaking the kiss as my orgasm builds. I tighten my arms around him as he drives me to the crest. He’s driving me crazy. There is nothing I can do except hold on hoping he’ll last a few seconds more!

“So close… so close… so fucking close!” I gasp for breath as he takes me over the top. “Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!” I clamp my legs around his body, gripping his cock like a hot, slippery vice! The pleasure radiates through my body and I shake uncontrollably, barely aware of his release until he collapses on top of me.

“Arrrggghhhhhh!” he groans, his cock convulsing inside my quivering pussy. His mouth finds mine and we kiss passionately while riding out the sensual aftershocks of our intense coupling. Our sweat soaked chests heave against each other forcing us to break our kiss and gasp for air.

“That.. was… indescribable,” he says, looking questioningly into my eyes.

“Explosive,” I whisper, unable to find the strength to talk.

“Really?” he asks, hoping I’m not just saying it.

“You’ll definitely be invited back.” I almost laugh as his smile spreads across his face. He starts to ease out of me and I pull him back in.

“Not yet,” I sigh, pulling him down on top of me. “Girls like to savor the feeling for a while,” I explain. “With a condom, you don’t want to wait too long but we don’t like it if you pull out too quickly.”

“Okay,” he says, settling back down on me and kissing my neck. His chest pressing against my sensitive nipples triggers a spasm in my pussy and I swear I feel his cock stirring again.

“Save some for tomorrow,” I tell him. “I have to work tonight,” I say, slapping his ass playfully as we start to kiss again.

“Oh shit!” he says, breaking the kiss and the blissful mood. “I can’t tomorrow, Aunt Sara,” he groans. “My guidance counselor scheduled some scholarship interviews for me. They’ve been scheduled for months. I have to go to them.”

“Of course you do!” I tell him. “That’s more important!” I say, surprising myself by how disappointed I am. “Not more fun,” I add, squeezing my pussy muscles around his spent cock. “But definitely more important.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Sara,” he says. “I forgot all about it.”

“Don’t worry,” I smile. “We’ll just have to work extra hard on Thursday. We’ll have a complete run through; a dress rehearsal for your date.”

“Or an undress rehearsal,” he laughs.

“An undress rehearsal it is!” I laugh with him. “We can role play the entire date starting from when we get to the apartment,” I tell him. “Have you talked to Megan about coming here?”

“Yeah, I talked to her today,” he smiles. “She’s even more excited than I am, if that’s possible. She doesn’t even want to go to a movie or anything, she wants to just spend the entire evening here,” he says, his voice reflecting his disbelief at his good fortune.

“That’s great!” I tell him. “I don’t work Thursday night so we can do the undressing, the foreplay, the oral sex… the whole enchilada!” My pussy comes alive thinking about the endless possibilities that Thursday night presents. Damn! Wish I didn’t have to work tonight!

*****

Wednesday seems to last a week. Without Jeremy’s visit to look forward to, I sleep late, take a leisurely bath and go into work early. I’m distracted throughout my shift with ideas for Thursday night. I want Jeremy to give Megan not only the best sex she’s ever had but also the best sex she’s ever likely to have. I decide she needs to have at least four mind-blowing orgasms, two oral and two fucking. Of course, Jeremy will have to practice this on me Thursday night! Maybe four isn’t enough…

On Thursday, I meet Jeremy at the door, wearing a button up blouse, a pleated skirt and my most conservative bra and panties. We get into character and act like we’ve just arrived. When he closes the door, I pull him into my arms and kiss him eagerly like I think Megan might do.

“This is great that your aunt let you use her apartment,” I tell him, staying in character.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “She’s pretty special,” he says, leading me into the living room. “Do you want anything to drink?” he asks. “My aunt usually has cokes and stuff.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I just want you.”

“Do you want to go into the bedroom?” he asks, and then abruptly breaks character. “This is weird, Aunt Sara,” he complains.

“Okay, let’s skip all this stuff,” I agree, leading him into the bedroom.

“Do you want to give Megan a night of mind-blowing sex?” I ask, turning to face him just inside my bedroom.

“Sure,” he says, his face beaming with excitement.

“I’m going to tell you exactly how to do that,” I smile. “Foreplay first,” I tell him. “Lots of kissing and touching before you get undressed. Then you gradually undress her, complimenting each part of her body as you slowly unveil it.” He’s starring intently at me like he’s memorizing a formula. Maybe he is.

“Really tease her tits. Suck her nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. You’re good at that,” I compliment him and his smile gets brighter. “Then kiss your way down her body and devour her pussy. Eat her all the way to orgasm and then lick all around her pussy and her upper thighs until she’s ready to go again.” I look right into his eyes. “This is important, you eat her to orgasm again. Don’t let her talk you into fucking her until you’ve given her at least two orgasms with your tongue, understand?” I ask like there’s going to be a test.

“Eat her through two orgasms, got it!” he smiles like a kid going to Disneyland.

“After the second oral orgasm, you slip on the condom and slide up inside of her. She’ll be out of her mind with desire and you’ll drive her to another orgasm.” I pause to give him a chance to digest what I’ve told him. My pussy is aching to get started. All this talk of multiple orgasms is getting me very horny.

“Since you’ve only cum once, you’ll be ready to go again as soon as you ditch the condom and reload for round two,” I tell him. “What do you think?” He looks at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“I think I’ve got it,” he says. “It’s all about her. I pleasure her first and then my pleasure will be that much better,” he says.

“Exactly,” I answer, hugging him. “You are so smart!” I say, running my hands up and down his back.

“Just to make sure though, we better practice, Aunt Sara,” he smiles mischievously.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I tell him as he lowers his mouth to mine and we start kissing. Somehow he maneuvers me onto the bed without breaking the kiss and we’re lying next to each other kissing when he starts fondling my tits through my blouse.

Jeremy follows every instruction to the letter. He spends a lot of time with my tits, fondling them through my clothes before unbuttoning my blouse and caressing them through my bra. When he finally removes my bra, I’m dying for him to suck my nipples.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” he says, remembering to compliment my body as he squeezes my soft globes. “I especially love your nipples,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to my left tit. “They’re so responsive,” he says, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth. God! I feel like such a slut! I’m naked from the waist up and he’s completely dressed.

“Mmmmmmm,” I pull his face tighter against my tit. This kid is amazing! He’s getting everything right! He takes his time sucking my nipples, sending shivers through my body when he flicks his tongue across them.

“I want to see you naked,” he whispers, just as I’m about to suggest he move on. Fuck! He’s even reading the signals correctly. He leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach as he locates the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulls it down. I lift my ass off the bed so he can slide my skirt over my hips and then I raise my feet up so he can remove it completely.

With my skirt gone, I spread my legs and watch Jeremy kneel on the bed between my thighs. Nuzzling his face against the front of my white panties, he traces my pussy lips with his tongue. The material is pretty wet already from my aroused pussy and he can probably taste me right through my panties.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I sigh as he licks my pussy lips and uses his tongue to push the thin material between them. He continues licking my covered pussy as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly rolls them down. God! He’s amazing! I’ve never felt anything like this. I’m pushing my pussy against his mouth as he rolls my panties past his tongue and I feel the warm licking directly against my bare pussy lips.

“Ohhhhhh! Fuuuuuuccck!” I moan loudly as his tongue penetrates my pussy and grazes my clit. Jeremy has my panties around my upper thighs and his tongue buried in my hot pussy. He can’t get the panties any lower unless I close my legs and that’s the last thing I want to do. I grab handfuls of his hair as I buck my pussy against his talented mouth.

“Don’t stop!” I yell as he pulls his face back from my burning snatch.

“Sorry,” he says, leaning back and stripping my panties off. “I had to get rid of these,” he smiiles, before diving back into my pussy.

“Ohhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhh!” I exclaim, entwining my fingers in his hair and bucking my ass off the bed as he sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps two fingers into my enflamed pussy.

“Oh God!” I moan. “Don’t stop! That’s exactly it, Jeremy,” I yell. “Don’t… fucking… stop!” I’m out of control, thrashing around on the bed, thrusting my pussy against his face as my orgasm approaches its peak. His tongue feels so fucking good. My pussy is sending electric pulses throughout my body. I’ve got his head in my hands and I’m literally fucking his face.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! AaaaaarrrgggghhhhHHHHH!” I explode in a thunderous pleasure rush, flooding his face with my lava-like cream as my body convulses in jerky spasms. I feel his tongue lapping at my juices as my body shivers through several more orgasmic waves of pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” I breath, collapsing back on the bed as Jeremy licks my upper thighs and around my pussy mound. My tits rise and fall with my heavy breathing as I gasp for air.

I’ve barely recovered when Jeremy pushes my thighs up and spreads them wider apart. I feel his tongue licking along the tiny corridor between my pussy and my ass. I pull my knees up giving him easier access and mentally willing him to lick my asshole. He doesn’t disappoint!

“Ohhhhhh!” I moan encouragingly as Jeremy moistens my crinkled rear opening with his tongue. Pulling my knees against my tits, I rock back and forth as he licks from my asshole to my pussy. He grazes my clit with his tongue before moving back down and licking my puckered asshole again. It feels so good; I want his mouth in both places at once.

“Ohhhhh! God!” I moan louder as his tongue journeys up to my pussy again barely making contact with my sensitive clit.

“I think she likes it,” he smiles as he lowers his mouth and reams my back opening with his wet tongue.

“I love it!” I tell him as he lingers at my asshole, spreading my cheeks apart with his thumbs and pushing his tongue into the narrow opening. I’ve never had a cock back there but I love having my asshole teased with a finger or a tongue. Like he’s reading my mind, he replaces his tongue with a finger while licking his way up to my clit.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!” I yell as he sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes what feels like his thumb into my soggy pussy. With his finger in my ass and his thumb in my pussy, he rocks his hand back and forth while sucking on my clit. Where did he learn this shit? Another orgasm is building in seconds.

“Oh yeah! Play with my tits!” I pant as he starts mauling my tits with his other hand. He grabs my nipples, pinching and twisting while he continues to finger fuck both openings and suck on my clit. Incredibly pleasurable sensations are pulsating through my body. My orgasm is building and I’m at his mercy. I can’t move! He’s doing everything!

“Oh God!… Oh Fuck!… Oh Jeremy!” he picks up the rhythm of his finger fucking and flicks his tongue across my clit. “Ohhhhhmmmyyyygod!” I scream as the damn bursts and I flood his hand with my juices. Extracting his finger from my ass before pulling his thumb from my pussy, he starts lapping at my gushing stream of juice. I shiver through several more orgasmic waves and then fall back panting as I dissolve into the bed.

I’m barely conscious of his tongue at my naval as he plants kisses all over my body. When he gets to my face he hesitates until I pull him close and shove my tongue in his mouth, tasting my poignant flavor. I want to devour him as I lick my flavor from the inside of his cheeks and suck his tongue into my mouth.

I feel him slide his hand between us and then he’s inside me, his hard cock filling my torrid pussy. Oh fuck!

“The condom?” I whisper breathlessly, momentarily breaking our kiss.

“It’s on,” he says as he starts rhythmically pumping in and out and I plunge my tongue back into his mouth, wondering when he had time to do that.

His rigid cock is massaging my sensitive pussy walls with each thrust, stoking the embers of my prior orgasms and building a fire so hot that my whole body feels like it’s melting.

“Oh God! Aunt Sara,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine. “You feel so fucking good!” he pants as he slams his cock into my liquefied hole. I stare into his gorgeous brown eyes; unexpectedly conscious of how tightly my arms and legs are wrapped around him and how frantically he’s pounding into me. My pleasure is almost constant as tiny electrical pulses surge through my body on each downward stroke of his cock.

“I’m cumming!” he announces, his face contorted into a painful grimace as he approaches his long awaited release. I rock with him, my pussy drenching his sheathed cock as it jerks uncontrollably inside of me. Instead of exploding, my orgasm seems to ooze out of me and I continue shivering and spasming long after he’s collapsed on my chest.

“My God, Jeremy!” I whisper. “You are incredible!” I proclaim. “Licking me through my panties and then with your finger in my ass. Where did all that come from?” I ask as I stroke his damp hair and kiss his forehead.

“The panties were an accident,” he says. “I impulsively started licking through the wet material and then I couldn’t figure out what to do with them,” he smiles sheepishly. “The ass part, I read in a book,” he admits. “Was it okay to do that without asking?” he now asks.

“It was more than okay, which I think you already figured out,” I say. “I came harder than I’ve ever cum, Jeremy,” I tell him honestly. “You were wonderful.”

“I didn’t know what to do about kissing you after I’d had my tongue inside your pussy,” he admits. “Should I kiss Megan after I eat her?” he asks.

“Definitely,” I tell him. “I find it incredibly erotic but Megan will tell you if she feels differently. Just assume it’s okay unless she tells you otherwise,” I smile. His cock is still inside my pussy and I savor the feeling as my body slowly stops quivering.

“Ready for me to change the condom?” he asks, leaning up and looking at me expectantly.

“Oh God, Jeremy. I don’t know how much more I can take,” I laugh as his brown eyes seem to plead with me. “Go change the condom,” I tell him, playfully slapping his ass. “I did tell you to eat twice and fuck twice, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did!” he says exuberantly as he slides his spent cock from my soggy pussy and heads into the bathroom. I lie back, blissfully aware of a pleasant tingling sensation throughout my entire body. I drift into an erotic dreamlike state which is interrupted too soon when I feel Jeremy climb back up on the bed.

Once again demonstrating an expertise beyond his age and experience, he doesn’t plunge right into me. Kneeling between my legs, he leans forward, planting soft kisses all over my torso. Gradually moving his lips towards my breasts, he gently lies on top of me with his stomach pressing against the swamp that used to be my pussy.

As Jeremy starts licking around the sides of my breasts, I’m shocked at how good it feels. I’m surprised my tits haven’t melted away like the lower half of my body. I moan softly and run my fingers through his hair as he circles my breasts with his tongue, spending extra time licking the crevice between them. When he finally approaches my nipples, they are fully erect and anxious to be sucked. He teases a while longer, licking the areolas and running his tongue across the taut nipples before he sucks one into his mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” I murmur my appreciation as he sucks and nibbles my sensitive nipple. He alternates between my tits, stimulating the nipples until they start sending erotic pulses to my pussy. By the time he kisses my neck, I’m rocking my hips back and forth against his stomach. God! My pussy is ready to be fucked again!

Lifting himself up on his elbows, he looks down at my face with a twinkle in his eyes and glides his fully recovered cock into my saturated tunnel. In one slow, steady movement he burrows into me until his pelvic bone pushes against my mound. With my hand behind his head, I pull his lips to mine as he starts slowly rocking back and forth, grinding against my pussy.

My body seems to materialize from nowhere, wrapping itself around him as my pussy envelops his cock in a tight embrace. Damn! I didn’t think I could get any more aroused but his cock filling my pussy as his pelvis grinds against my clit is pushing me to new heights.

“You… are… doing… everything… right!” I breathe, kissing his warm lips between each word. My pussy is alive! It hasn’t melted away but it is on fire again! I buck against him as I grab his ass cheeks and urge him on.

“Harder!” I pant. “Fuck me harder, Jeremy!” I pull him into me as I thrust up to meet him.

“Faster! Harder!” I scream as he jackhammers his cock into my smoldering pussy. He’s breathing hard and I don’t think he’s going to get me where I’m going. Not like this. I drop my legs down next to his, grab him around the shoulders and push up with one foot, flipping us over so I’m on top. It worked! I didn’t lose him. Sitting up, I settle onto his hard cock and smile down at him.

“My turn to do all the work,” I tell him as his smile stretches across his entire face. “You play with these,” I say, lifting my tits and giving them a squeeze. He immediately complies, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as I start rocking back and forth on his glorious cock!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” I moan as I pick up the rhythm, frantically bouncing up and down on him. I’m in control now and I’m giving my pussy a real thrashing.

“Ohhh! Fuck! Aunt Sara!” Jeremy wails as my pussy slams down around his swollen cock. He’s pinching my nipples and trying to keep my tits from bouncing off my chest as I ride him like a bucking bronco!

I momentarily flash on John’s face and how he looked the first time I rode his cock. It was the first time I rode any cock. I lost my virginity to him and now his son has lost his virginity to me. Seems like we’ve come full circle. Jeremy has his hands on my hips, thrusting into me just like his daddy did.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuccccccck!” I scream as my orgasm thunders through my body, releasing a flood of juices onto Jeremy’s hard cock. He keeps bouncing me on his cock as shivers of pleasure pulsate from my quivering pussy.

“Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!” Jeremy thrusts into me one final time, pulling me down on top of him as his cock erupts in jerky spasms inside my satiated pussy. My mouth finds his and I push my tongue between his lips as my hard nipples dig into his chest. With his arms around my back, he holds me against him until our orgasms subside.

“Damn, Aunt Sara!” Jeremy breaks the silence. “I never thought it would be like this!” he says. “It’s a hundred times better than any fantasy I’ve ever imagined.”

“You are going to take Megan places she’s never even imagined,” I reply, kissing him lightly on the mouth. He’s certainly taken me farther than I ever thought he would.

“I hope so,” he says quietly. “Aunt Sara?” he says hesitantly.

“What is it, Jeremy?” I ask, leaning up to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous eyes!

“Um… am I still going to be able to… um?” He’s not stuttering but he’s sure having trouble getting the words out. “I mean… are we still… um… you know, going to be able to keep doing this?” he asks, looking at me hopefully.

“Well…” I start, uncertain about what’s the right answer. “This was your graduation, Jeremy. You’ve successfully graduated from the Aunt Sara School of Sex!” I exclaim, trying to lighten the mood.

“ASSS!” he laughs. I hadn’t even considered the acronym. “So TIT and ASSS!” he laughs and his smile spreads across his entire face. I laugh with him and our bodies shake the bed.

“You better take care of the condom,” I tell him as I ease my soggy pussy off his limp cock and roll onto the bed beside him. He scoots to the other side of the bed and gets up.

I ponder his question while he’s in the bathroom. Is this going to continue? Now that we’ve fucked, will Jenny encourage a continuing sexual relationship? I start thinking about other things I could teach him, other positions we could explore. And where does John fit into this whole thing now that he knows what’s going on? I’ve yet to come to a conclusion when Jeremy returns to the bedroom.

“I know you just needed some time to think about it,” he says, crawling up on the bed next to me. God! He is smart beyond his years! “I know what we’re doing is probably wrong,” he adds, brushing hair from my eyes and running his hand over my bare shoulder. “But we’re consenting adults, Aunt Sara. We should be able to do whatever we want,” he says as his hand moves down to my chest and caresses my breast.

“Let’s see how things go with Megan tomorrow night,” I tell him, wondering if he’ll still want to be with me after he’s had sex with someone his own age. “If you still want to continue this, I suppose we could develop some sort of alumni program,” I tease.

“I love you, Aunt Sara!” he says, laughing. “No matter what happens tomorrow night, I’d love to be part of your alumni program,” he says, kissing me.

We lie there naked on my bed, talking for another hour or so working out all the details regarding his date with Megan. I promise clean sheets and towels while he decides to leave the condoms in the nightstand drawer.

God! It feels so natural being here with him. I don’t want him to leave. It’s after eleven when I reluctantly send him home and fall into a wonderfully blissful, post-coital sleep.

*****

Friday night, I leave my apartment unlocked and walk up the sidewalk to the main house. I’m excited for Jeremy and surprisingly looking forward to spending the evening with my big sister. When we were growing up she always took care of me. Being ten years older than I am, she frequently babysat me when our parents were out. I’ve always looked up to her and she’s always been there for me.

When I walk into her kitchen, I can’t help but laugh because we are wearing identical outfits; white shorts and red halter-tops. She has a pitcher of margaritas ready and is preparing taco meat.

“Well, I guess we know what the uniform of the day is,” I laugh as she hands me my drink. It’s a large margarita glass with the rim salted.

“Hi Sara,” she says, smiling at our choice of clothing. “Do you mind grating the cheese while I finish with the meat?” I take a sip of the margarita and it’s delicious.

“No problem,” I tell her, going to the fridge and getting the cheddar cheese. “This is good!” I compliment her on the margarita.

“It’s a new recipe that John got from someone at work,” she smiles. “Too bad he’s not here to enjoy it,” she laughs.

“More for us!” I declare, taking a big gulp and breathing a sigh of relief that John isn’t here. I don’t think I’m ready to deal with him yet.

We’re on our second pitcher of margaritas and just finishing dinner when Jenny first mentions Jeremy.

“I wonder if they’re at your house yet,” she says, using a tortilla to wipe up the salsa and cheese left on her plate.

“I think he was picking her up at seven so I imagine they’ve been there a little while,” I answer, getting up from the table and rinsing my plate in the sink.

By the time we clear the table, fill the dish washer and move into the living room, Jenny has mentioned Jeremy several more times.

“So what do you think they’re doing, now?” she asks for the third time in half an hour. We’re on our third pitcher of margaritas and I’m getting pretty buzzed but I wonder about her fixation on her son’s date.

“For the third time, I don’t know what they’re doing!” I snap at her. “I told you what happened Thursday night and I’m guessing that if Megan is willing, he’s following the same sequence.”

“Well aren’t we touchy,” she smiles. “Anyone would think you’re jealous.” We talked earlier about my experience with her son on Thursday night. She was very interested in how good the sex was and asked several questions about how his cock felt inside of me. I assured her that he could hold his own with the best of them.

“Oh, please!” I answer but she’s closer to the mark than I want to admit.

“We should have put a camera in your bedroom!” she says as we’re sitting in the living room flipping TV channels, her wide eyes reflecting the amount of alcohol she’s consumed.

“A camera?” I ask. “What are you talking about?” I laugh but she’s serious. “What would we do, just tell them to ignore the video camera sitting here on a tripod?” I ask, finishing my umpteenth margarita.

“No,” she says, seriously. “We could put a wireless camera on the dresser and they’d never even notice it,” she says, matter-of-factly. “We’ll do it next time,” she declares. “You can invite them to use your apartment again next week”. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. She wants to video her son having sex with his girlfriend. And I thought I was perverted!

“Where are we going to get a camera like that?” I ask, trying to dissuade her through simple logistics. She looks at me for a minute before responding.

“Come with me,” she says quietly, getting off the couch and leading the way into her bedroom. I follow her, wondering what she’s going to show me. She walks over to her dresser and picks up a small plastic ball with a tiny opening on the side.

“Look at this,” she says, handing it to me. “Do you think they would notice one of these sitting on your dresser?” she asks, mischievously. I look at the object in my hand.

“This is a camera?” I ask.

“Yes!” she says excitedly. “And it’s wireless!” she exclaims. “We could watch it from John’s computer” she is serious about watching Jeremy and Megan fuck! And she’s treating me like a co-conspirator! I’m speechless until another thought enters my alcohol-clouded brain.

“Jenny,” I say slowly, not sure I want to know the answer to my question. “Why do you have one of these cameras on your dresser?” I ask. She just smiles at me and picks up the remote to the plasma big screen TV, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

“John and I like to role play, you know, to spice up the sex a little,” she says, smiling at me as she clicks the remote to turn on the TV. “A few months ago, John got the idea to video our role plays so we can watch them later,” she says, stepping over to the laptop computer that sits on a desk in the corner.

“I searched the Internet, and in less than a week, I surprised him with a couple of these cameras. There’s another one over there,” she says, pointing to the dresser on the opposite wall. Moving the mouse around, she clicks on files until the computer desktop shows up on the TV screen. “I even learned how to use a video editing program,” she smiles. “John thinks it’s magic but then he can barely check his e-mail.”

“You’ve filmed yourself…um” Jenny cuts me off before I finish.

“Yes! Can you believe it?” she asks, excitedly. “This is our most recent video,” she says as she clicks on a file. “The screen is angled so the best viewing is from the bed,” she says, motioning me to join her on the king-size bed. “It’s about time you got to see for yourself what I’ve been telling you about ‘big’ John,” she smiles wickedly as we scoot back, leaning against pillows propped up on the headboard.

I’m dumbfounded and don’t know what to say. I just follow my sister’s lead and get comfortable on the bed next to her as we watch the file load.

“Jenny!” I say, turning toward her, shocked by the image on the big TV. “I don’t want to watch this!” I tell her, getting ready to bolt from the room.

“Wait!” she says, grabbing my arm. “Just watch it for a minute. Trust me, Sara,” she says, using that big sister voice which she knows I won’t disobey. I sit back, keeping my eyes on Jenny instead of the TV. She presses the remote to adjust the volume and my eyes drift back to the big screen when I hear her moaning.

In the video, Jenny is lying naked on the same bed we’re on now. Her legs are spread and she’s masturbating with a pink dildo. I try not to watch but the image is captivating. I’ve seen porn stars masturbating on professional videos but watching my own sister masturbating on a homemade video is completely different. Why is she showing me this?

I know my sister prides herself on keeping in shape but I’ve never seen her naked. Her body looks even better than I expected. I’d always admired her long shapely legs and her flat stomach but her breasts look like they belong to a woman at least ten years younger. They’re a little larger than mine with big areolas and thick nipples. Her tan lines reflect the conservative swimsuit she usually wears and her breasts are strikingly pale compared to the deep tan of her legs and stomach.

As my eyes travel the length of her body, I can’t help but focus on the intersection of her smooth thighs where her hand is pumping the dildo in and out of her glistening pussy. She’s completely shaved! I don’t know why I’m so surprised. My thoughts are interrupted when the video abruptly switches to another angle, presumably from the other camera, shooting over Jenny’s body from the top and showing the open door into the hall.

“This is the good part.” Jenny says. “I edited the footage from the two cameras, making one video,” she explains as the video shows John in the doorway, fully dressed

“What the fuck!” he says as Jenny scrambles to cover herself.

“J-J-John,” she stutters, making me think of Jeremy. “What are you doing home?” she asks, scooting to the edge of the bed and tossing the dildo in the corner.

“Never mind me,” he yells as he advances into the room. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Well..,” she says, looking at him sheepishly. “Being bad, I guess,” she says coyly.

“You’re damn right!” he answers, pulling her up from the bed to stand next to him. “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he asks. I glance at Jenny on the bed next to me and she has one hand between her thighs, rubbing the crotch of her shorts as she stares at the TV. I have to admit that it is weirdly erotic watching my fully dressed brother-in-law reprimanding my naked sister. I feel my pussy tingle as my eyes focus back on the TV screen.

“They get spanked.” Jenny says quietly.

“Yes they do.” John says, matter-of-factly as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Jenny across his lap. Ohmygod! I’ve heard about this but I’d have never believed that John and my sister…

“I told you this was good, didn’t I?” Jenny says, looking at me as she continues rubbing her crotch. “I’m getting hot all over again, just watching it,” she says as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and lifts her ass off the bed so she can pull them down. “Do you mind?” she asks, kicking her shorts off the foot of the bed, and spreading her legs apart, revealing light blue bikini panties.

“Uh… no. Not at all,” I answer as she strokes her pussy through her panties.

“You can get comfortable, too,” she says. “This isn’t even the best part yet.” I just look back at the video without moving. John has been caressing Jenny’s bare ass and telling her what happens to bad girls. My sister has a surprisingly firm looking ass with tan lines cutting across just above the top of her crack and wrapping around the bottom of her cheeks. I watch John raise his hand but I still flinch when the loud slap echoes through the speakers.

I glance at Jenny and she has her hand inside her panties, working her pussy with her fingers. Maybe it’s the alcohol, I can’t really explain it but I’m getting very turned on. I shift nervously on the bed, squeezing my thighs together as my eyes dart back and forth between John spanking my sister and watching her masturbating next to me.

Slap! Slap! Slap! John lands his palm against Jenny’s round ass cheeks in rapid succession and I watch as they turn a light shade of pink.

“Take your shorts off.” My sister says, almost panting. “You know you want to, Sara!” she cries, glancing over at me. I guess I’m squirming around more than I realized. I hesitate for a minute and then strip off my shorts and spread my legs apart like my sister.

“You are such a slut!” John says and I jerk my head up, expecting to see him standing in the doorway. But, it’s just the video. He has slowed his attack and is now caressing Jenny’s pink ass between slaps. His hand dips between her legs, rubbing her pussy. “You really like this, don’t you, slut!” he yells, pushing two fingers into her pussy as she squirms on his lap.

“YES!!” Both Jennys answer in unison. The one sitting next to me appears to be getting ready to cum. Her body has slid down to where she’s nearly off the pillows and she now has both hands inside her panties. It looks like she’s pumping her fingers in and out, mimicking what John is doing in the video. Her other hand is probably rubbing her clit.

This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I’m mesmerized, watching my sister masturbate to a video of her husband spanking her. It’s like seeing a train wreck; I don’t want to look but I can’t tear my eyes away!

“Oh fuck!” The real Jenny is breathing hard, bucking her ass off the bed and working frantically on her pussy.

“Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh!” she moans, squeezing her legs together as she pulls her knees up and lets her orgasm wash over her.

“I needed that,” she laughs, pulling her hands from her panties and stretching her legs out on the bed. “You’ve never been spanked like that, have you Sara?” she asks, looking over at my dazed expression. “Bet you’d like to find out what it’s like, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her eyes focused on the damp spot in the crotch of my panties.

She’s right! I’ve been imagining myself stretched across John’s lap, his hand caressing my warm, freshly spanked ass. Before I can answer, she’s moving across the bed and pulling her halter-top off. Neither of us is wearing a bra and I watch my sister’s tits swing freely from side to side as she pushes me across the bed.

“This won’t be as good as John’s spankings but I think you’ll get the idea,” she says, pulling me off the bed with her until we’re standing face to face.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?” she says as she unties my halter-top and lets it fall to the floor. She hefts my breasts with her hands and gives me an appreciative smile. I stare blankly at her, a dazed expression on my face.

“I said, you’ve been bad!” she yells, dropping my breasts and letting them slam against my chest. The vibration sends tingles through my nipples and down to my pussy. I barely nod as she sits down on the edge of the bed.

“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” she asks, taking my arm and pulling me down across her lap. I don’t answer. This isn’t happening. My arm brushes against her tits. My pussy is on fire as I lie across my sister’s bare thighs.

“You’ve fucked my son!” she yells, while pulling my panties down just below the curve of my round ass cheeks. God! This is wrong! Her hand feels so good on my ass, squeezing and caressing my cheeks.

“You’ve lusted after my husband!” she yells, and I jerk my head around to look at her. Oh no! She knows about John.

“Just roll with it, honey,” she smiles. “I’m just getting into character,” she says, and I turn back, surprised that the video is still playing.

John has his shirt off and is unfastening his pants while Jenny is on all fours on the bed with her bright pink ass cheeks pushed out towards him.

Slap! Fuck! That hurt! Jenny has brought her hand down hard on my right ass cheek. Slap! The second one hits my left ass cheek as I watch John’s hard cock spring out of his pants.

“This is what happens to bad girls who can’t control their sexual urges!” Jenny says as she administers three quick smacks to my bare ass. Fuck! I’ve never done anything like this! My pussy is gushing juice as I watch John align his cock with my sister’s wet pussy. By the time he drives it home, I’m humping Jenny’s thigh and wishing she’d touch my pussy.

“You like this, don’t you, slut!” she asks, mimicking the video as she slides her fingers between my legs. I raise my ass and spread my thighs, welcoming her probing fingers. But she doesn’t touch my pussy.

“You want me to get you off, don’t you?” Jenny asks menacingly.

“Yes!” I answer, raising my ass higher. She runs her palm over my tender ass cheeks, lightly caressing my skin.

“Because you’re a slut!” Slap! Oh fuck!

“Yes!” I answer, collapsing back onto her thighs. Slap! She’s alternating between my ass cheeks.

“Say it!” she commands as I watch John pound into her on the video. Her ass cheeks are bright pink and he’s holding her hips as his thick cock glides in and out of her pussy.

“I’m a slut!” I answer. Slap! My cheeks must be getting as pink as Jenny’s are in the video.

“You fucked my son!” Slap! “Say it!” she commands as her palm stays against my burning ass cheek.

“I fucked your son,” I say as she slides her fingers down between my ass cheeks. Please touch me this time! I silently beg, while raising my ass up and offering myself to her.

“You lusted after my husband!” she says, as her fingers get closer to my pussy. “Say it!”

“I lusted after your husband,” I repeat dutifully. If she only knew! I spread my legs and try to make contact with her fingers as I glance at the TV. John has pulled Jenny tightly against him and is jerking wildly against her ass, obviously shooting his cum into her.

“And now you want your big sister to get you off!” she says as her fingers graze my outer labia and send shivers through my body.

“Oh God! Yes!” I yell, pushing back against her fingers but she pulls them away. Slap! Goddamn! I’ve never experienced anything like this. My pussy is on fire, my ass is burning and I just want my sister to shove her fingers inside me.

“You are such a slut!” she says disgustedly, pulling me off of her lap and flopping me onto my back on the bed. No! I need to cum! Don’t stop!

“Jenny,” I breathe. “Please…” But before I can finish, I feel her pulling my panties the rest of the way off and pushing my thighs apart.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” she says, kneeling between my widespread legs. “Big sister is going to take care of you,” she whispers as she lowers her face to my anxious pussy. What? No! My sister is going to eat my pussy? This is insane! First, she begs me to fuck her son and then shows me video of her and her husband. Now she’s going to eat my pussy? It’s like a bad dream! Oh Fuck! Or maybe a good dream!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moan as her tongue touches my swollen lips and she licks up towards my clit. I lie back as Jenny expertly explores my enflamed pussy. Staring at the blank, blue TV screen, I wonder when the video ended.

“Mmmmmmm!” I murmur as Jenny slips her tongue between my pussy lips, invading my fiery hole. I grab her hair with my hands and buck my pussy against her face. This is incredible! What was I doing teaching Jeremy anything? I’m a fucking amateur compared to my sister!

“Ohhhhhh! Fuucck!” I scream as my clit becomes the focus of her attention. My sister is gently flicking her tongue across it, while using her fingers to probe my slick opening. Oh God! I’m thrashing around on the bed; my orgasm building to an unprecedented level. The stinging of my ass cheeks only seems to enhance the intensity of my pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! God! Jenny! Don’t stop!” I plead as Jenny sucks my clit into her mouth and vigorously finger fucks my slippery pussy. The sensation is indescribable; it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. John and Jeremy both have both eaten my pussy to explosive orgasms but Jenny puts her son and husband to shame.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” I’m holding her head and bucking my pussy against her mouth as my orgasm reaches its crest. “I’m cumming!” I moan. “I’m fucking cuuuummmmmming!” My pussy explodes, gushing juice all over Jenny’s face. I jerk spastically several times before collapsing back on the bed completely exhausted.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Jenny smiles as she wipes pussy juice off her chin. “You are more delicious than I ever imagined,” she says, pulling herself up on the bed and lying beside me. I look at her through a filter of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss. What’s she talking about?

“You’re beautiful, sis,” she says, wrapping her arm around me just under my breasts and snuggling close.

“When you’ve caught your breath, maybe…” My cell phone ring interrupts her and I slide out of her embrace to answer it. I find my shorts and retrieve my phone from the front pocket.

“A text message from Jeremy,” I tell Jenny as she’s flips over on her back and pulls her panties off. Oh, God! What’s she expecting? I can’t do this! I pull my eyes from her bald pussy to read the message.

“The text message just says, ‘Thank You!’ repeated four times,” I tell her. “I guess the evening was a success!” I add, not looking up from my phone. It doesn’t matter, I can see her in my peripheral vision, lying naked on her back, her large breasts rising and falling with her breathing. What am I going to do? I didn’t think about reciprocating but it’s only fair after the incredible orgasm she gave me. I rack my foggy brain for some way to escape. Then it hits me.

“I bet he waited to text me until after he dropped Megan off,” I say, looking over at Jenny’s expectant expression. “That could mean he’ll be home any minute,” I say, thinking I could actually be right. “I better go or we better at least get dressed,” I say, looking around for my panties and halter-top.

“I’m sorry the evening ended so early.” Jenny says, not moving from the bed. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” she smiles and drops her eyes to my wet pussy as I lift my leg to put on my panties.

“I was,” I say. “I mean, I did! It was… I’m at a loss for words, Jenny,” I tell her honestly.

“I know, sweetie,” she says, sliding off the bed and walking over to me as I pull my panties up.

“It was a new experience,” she adds as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a tight embrace. Ohmygod! I’ve never had another woman’s body against mine. I can feel her nipples mashing into my breasts as her hands caress my back.

“You’ve had a lot of new experiences lately,” she smiles as she runs her hands down to cup my ass cheeks. “I’m glad I’ve been a part of them,” she says, moving her lips towards mine. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can’t kiss my sister like this! But I can’t turn my head; that would be rude! Maybe she’s just going to give me a quick peck. That would be okay.

“Just relax, Sara,” Jenny says, using her ‘big sister will protect you’ voice. I hadn’t realized how much I’d stiffened in her arms. I rest my hands on her shoulders, and relax a little until she leans in and parts my lips with her tongue. Now what? Fuck! I close my eyes and eventually start returning her kiss, sucking my juices off of her tongue. What else can I do? And it’s not unpleasant, at all!

“It would have been a lot better if John had been here to do the spanking, don’t you think?” she asks, breaking the kiss and leaning back to look in my eyes. Her tits are now barely brushing mine which is actually more arousing than having them mashed together.

“What?” I ask, unable to mask my shock at her implication. Does she know about John and I? Is this her way of telling me? My head is spinning.

“Shhh,” she holds me as she smooths my hair. “I’m just saying that you’d have been more comfortable with a man,” she smiles. “Isn’t that right?” I breathe a sigh of relief. She doesn’t know. But then what is this about? Is she offering to have John spank me? Or fuck me?

“Yes,” I answer quietly. “But John..,” I don’t finish. I don’t know what to say. I wonder if John knows about this.

“You’d better go,” she says, kissing me again as she squeezes my sore ass cheeks. “We’ll talk more tomorrow,” her voice is barely audible as she turns back towards the bed. I watch her crawl onto the bed, stretch out on her back and close her eyes.

I stare at my sister’s naked body as I tie my halter-top and pull on my shorts. I wonder what I would have done if Jeremy hadn’t called. Would I have reciprocated? Could I have eaten my sister’s pussy? Her body is not unappealing. Her thick nipples were made for sucking and her porcelain smooth pussy mound is wickedly erotic. I’ve never pleasured a woman before but I taught Jeremy how to use his tongue on me. I know what great oral sex feels like and I’ve tasted my own juices. Jenny’s wouldn’t taste so different, I’m sure.

Fuck! Her eyes are open and she’s smiling at me like she can read my thoughts. Has she seen me exploring her body with her eyes? Fuck! This is your brain on margaritas and sex! I need to get out of here.

“Do you want the bedroom door closed?” I ask as I turn away from the bed.

“Yes,” she says, sleepily. “We wouldn’t want Jeremy to find his mother passed out naked on the bed,” she says dreamily. “Or would we?” I jerk my head around but her eyes are already closed. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts for a minute and then pull the door closed.

As soon as I’m back in my apartment, I strip off my clothes and start the shower. As I wait for the water to warm up, I turn to look at my ass in the mirror. A bright red spot on the fleshy part of each cheek brings back the events of the evening. I cup one cheek, placing the palm of my hand lightly against the sore area. It’s hot to the touch and my pussy tingles at the lingering memory of my sister’s hand.

The shower is ready and I step into it. As the water cascades over my body, I will my muscles to relax. With soap on my hands, I leisurely let them roam my body. I am such a slut! Every member of my sister’s family has had their way with me. First John, then Jeremy and now Jenny. What am I their play toy? The idea fogs my brain. Wait a minute! No way! It can’t be!

Turning off the water, I make a half-hearted attempt to dry myself and then throw the towel on the floor. Since I’m in the bathroom anyway, I check the wastebasket first. Two used condoms wrapped in toilet paper. Walking naked into the bedroom, I pull back the blanket and check the sheets. They look like they’ve been used and the damp spot in the middle smells like sex, or at least pussy. Okay. My imagination just got away from me for a minute. There is a girlfriend.

The ringing of the phone interrupts my thoughts. It’s Jeremy. I flip it open and say hello.

“Hi Aunt Sara,” Jeremy says excitedly. “I’m almost home and wondered if you were back.”

“I’m back,” I say guarding my words. I still can’t get the suspicion out of my head.

“Shall I come by and tell you about my date?” he asks, which should sound perfectly normal but I wonder.

“By looking at the evidence, it went pretty well,” I laugh, warming up to my nephew’s enthusiasm.

“Oh God! Aunt Sara,” he says. “It was better than pretty well,” he exclaims. “I’m pulling in now, do you want to hear about it?” I hesitate. I need to think about all of this with a clear head and I really don’t want him to see my red ass cheeks.

“Your mom and I drank a lot of margaritas tonight,” I tell him honestly. “I’m pretty out of it and just want to sleep. How about we talk tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he says, not hiding his disappointment.

“Congratulations!” I tell him. “Are you two going out again?”

“Yes, Megan wants to know when we can use your apartment again,” he laughs, back to his old self.

“Sounds like you really performed for her,” I answer, flashing on Jenny’s insistent desire to place a camera in my bedroom. “We’ll figure out a time for you to use the apartment,” I assure him.

“We performed for each other,” he says proudly. “I’ll tell you about it when I see you. Thank you, Aunt Sara!” he says. We hang up.

I crawl into bed but toss and turn all night. I dream that John, Jeremy and Jenny are all in a plot to make me their collective sex toy. I wake up determined to find out if I’m just imagining things. First, I’m going to do a few laps in the pool to try and clear my head.

I’m on my tenth lap when I see Jenny sitting on the steps with her feet in the water. I swim five more laps and then join her. She’s wearing a white two-piece swimsuit that lines up perfectly with the tan lines I saw yesterday. She’s smiling at me while drinking from a porcelain coffee mug.

“Good morning,” she says. “You’re energetic this morning.”

“Clearing my head,” I say as I shake water from my ears. “I don’t usually drink that much.”

“Your suit is beautiful,” she says. I’m wearing the floral print suit, the one that I used to entice Jeremy that first day. Jenny is staring at my tits, much like her son did. I almost expect her to stutter.

“Thanks,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous in her presence.

“Turn around and let me see the back,” she says and I start to do a little spin. When I’m turned completely around facing away from her, she stops me with her hand. My suit doesn’t completely cover my ass cheeks and she can see part of the rosy circles. She lifts the edge of my suit to look at the entire cheek. She repeats the maneuver with my other cheek.

“Did I go a little overboard?” she asks, smiling.

“It’s a little sore but I could have stopped you anytime I wanted,” I answer, turning back towards her. The way she’s looking at me, I feel like I’m naked. My pussy reacts of its own accord. Why am I getting turned on by my sister? I’m not a lesbian!

“I came out in this bright morning sun to see if you were okay,” she says, looking at me intently. “I know last night wasn’t what you were expecting and I hope you don’t hate me.”

“Hate you?” I ask. “No way! I was definitely surprised but no, I could never hate you,”

“Then you enjoyed yourself?” she asks hesitantly.

“I think that was obvious,” I answer, blushing.

“Good!” she says as if that settles something. “Because I woke up this morning with a brainstorm,” she says, smiling at me.

“Uh-oh!” I smile nervously but intrigued at what she might be thinking.

“Don’t answer right away,” she says. “Just promise me you’ll listen to my idea and then think about it, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” I answer, wondering if this is about watching Jeremy and Megan or more about her and I.

“Promise,” she says, in the same voice she called me a slut last night.

“Okay. I promise I’ll listen to you and think about your idea,” I say, falling into my submissive, younger sister role and wondering if I’ll ever out grow it.

“In two weeks it’ll be John’s 40th birthday,” she says. “And I’ve been stumped about what to get him. The man has everything,” she’s rambling and speaking rapidly. “I want it to be extra special, something he’ll never forget,” she says. Her eyes are locked on mine and she takes a deep breath. “I want to give him you,” she finally whispers.

“Me?” I almost choke. What the fuck is she talking about? I’m not hers to give to anyone. Wait! Is this her way of giving us permission because she already knows?

“Well, not just you,” she says calmly. “John’s most erotic fantasy is to be with two women. Those are the porn videos he likes to watch,” she says, taking a deep breath. I remember he had a lot of threesome videos when I used to baby-sit Jeremy. “I’m asking you to be the other girl, Sara,” she says. I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off.

“Remember your promise, Sara. Just listen and give it some thought,” she says quickly.

“Okay,” I answer with more conviction than I feel. Can this really be happening? Is Jenny offering to share John with me? My pussy likes the idea. I’m glad my suit is already wet. Should I ask her if this is just for one night? Would that make me sound too anxious?

“John really likes you Sara,” she says, bringing me back to the threesome idea. “It was his idea to offer you the apartment.” It was? John said that me being back is what triggered our reunion but did he manipulate that? Now I’m completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t you see if he’s ever going to get his fantasy, this is the time?” Jenny says, trying to sell me on the idea. “And you’re the perfect person,” she smiles. “We’ll put on a little girl-on-girl show for him,” she teases. “And then… well, please think about it, Sara.”

“I will,” I say, standing up and walking over to retrieve my towel from a chaise lounge. I have a lot to think about.

“I don’t know if John’s coming home tonight or tomorrow night,” she says, standing up next to me. “He’ll call if he’s not coming home and maybe we can have dinner together again,” she says quietly. Fuck! I need time to think! Maybe John will come home.

“Let me know,” I tell her noncommittally.

“I will,” she says, reaching towards me but then changing her mind. I walk away before she can rethink it.

Jeremy is off with friends playing baseball for the rest of the day so that’s one less distraction. John gets home around dinnertime, aborting any plan that Jenny may have had for us to get together tonight. I work all day Sunday, putting the weekend quickly behind me.

Monday morning, I get up ready to start my investigation. It sounds more organized than it is. No one is home at Jenny’s house and I have a key. I’m going to poke around and see if I can find any evidence of intrigue. I don’t know, maybe I just watch too many movies.

As I unlock the back door and slip inside of Jenny’s house, I feel like I should be wearing gloves and a ski mask. Jenny and John are at work and Jeremy’s at school but I call out anyway.

“Anybody home?” There’s no answer, of course and I make my way down the hall to Jenny and John’s bedroom. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for but I know where I want to start my search: their computer. That’s where the video files are and I hope to find something that will confirm or explain my apprehensions.

I don’t expect the video files to be password protected because my sister is a dunce when it comes to passwords; she never remembers them. She’s always used some other trick, like renaming files or putting them where you’d never find them. Another of her favorite tricks is to use hidden folders. I think that must be what she’s done here because when I search in Windows Explorer there are no mpeg files. I know they were here yesterday.

I click ‘Show Hidden Files’ from the File Options drop down menu. Yes! I knew it would be something simple. Magically, I have dozens of video files. The files names are all numbers and are sorted into three distinct folder locations. I open a folder named ‘JJ’ in the Program Files folder and double click on a file named ‘11137’ and it opens in Windows Media Player.

It’s a video taken in the bedroom and starts with a date and time stamp: November 13, 2007 11:15 p.m. Okay, that explains the file name. I click on Windows Explorer and check the rest of the file names – all dates. This is one of the earliest. When I click back to Windows Media Player, John and Jenny are in the process of getting undressed. This is obviously one of their homemade porn flicks. I click in the progress bar and advance about a third of the way into the movie.

They are both naked and John is lying on his back while Jenny kneels between his legs, giving him a blowjob. The camera angle is from the side and I have a clear view of her head bobbing up and down as she pumps his cock with her hand. I watch for a few minutes, comparing her techniques with mine and watching John’s expression. Okay, maybe I’m a little competitive with my big sister but I think I give a better blowjob.

She’s not deep throating him or even playing with his balls. She has her other hand just resting on his thigh. What good is that? Okay, enough critique. Let’s see what’s on the rest of these files. Before closing this one, I click towards the end and watch my sister ride her husband’s cock for a few minutes. God! Her tits really bounce when she gets going. I wonder if I look like that? Maybe I should get one of these cameras. When she sits up straight, I realize she has a full bush of pubic hair! I wonder when she shaved her pussy.

I click on a more recent file and it starts with Jenny in bed sleeping, with a sheet pulled up to her shoulders. I can’t help but laugh out loud when John sneaks into the bedroom wearing a ski mask and dressed all in black. Obviously, this is one of their creative role-plays. Intrigued, I watch it for a minute as John the burglar pulls the sheet back revealing Jenny’s naked body. She is lying on her back with her legs spread but she doesn’t appear to wake up. Her pussy is completely bald. I don’t know why but the timing of her shaved pussy is something I want to explore.

John backs out of the picture for a minute and I watch my sister pretend to sleep. My pussy unexpectedly reacts to her naked body. She really is beautiful. John is back with what looks like several silk scarves. He gently lifts Jenny’s wrist and ties the scarf around it, trying not to wake her. He ties the other end to the railing of the headboard. Repeating the process with her other wrist, he moves to her ankles and uses the remaining scarves to secure her ankles to the corners of the bed.

My pussy likes this! My naked sister tied spread-eagle on her bed is turning me on. Without removing the ski mask, John crawls up between her legs and licks her splayed open pussy. Jenny wakes abruptly and starts screaming, although not very loudly because I assume Jeremy is just down the hall.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” She’s struggling against the scarves and twisting her body back and forth.

“Shut up, bitch!” John snaps at her. “We can do this without you getting hurt or…” he shrugs his shoulders, like it doesn’t matter to him.

“Rape me without hurting me?” she says incredulously. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she asks defiantly. John reaches up and grabs her right tit, twisting his hand as he squeezes her flesh. Damn! That’s got to hurt.

“Owwww! Goddamnit!” Jenny cries. John releases her tit, leaving the impressions from his fingers visible on her soft skin.

“Now will you shut up or do you want me to do the other one?” he says, reaching for her left tit.

“No!” Jenny cries. “I’ll be quiet,” she sobs but continues to struggle against the scarves. John grabs her tit anyway but doesn’t twist or squeeze it. He tweaks her nipple and it responds instantly.

“See?” he says. “This could actually be fun,” he smiles but looks menacing in the black ski mask. “Now where was I?” he says laughing as he lowers his face back to her pussy. Jenny continues to fight against him but it’s obvious that she’s very turned on. She’s not the only one. This is very erotic but I’ve seen enough to know how it plays out.

I close the file and decide to go to a different folder. JJ is obviously John and Jenny, so I look at the other two. One is called Sarjen and is buried in the system32 file. The other one is called MS and is located deep inside the windows preferences files. I open the first one and it only has one file in it, from last Friday night. Oh fuck! This better not be what I think it is.

I double click it and of course that’s exactly what it is. Jenny and I are sitting fully dressed on her bed, watching the TV screen. Goddamn her! She recorded us in her bedroom. I click farther into the file and watch as Jenny slaps my ass. I flinch as I remember how much it stung. What’s surprising is how I reacted! I didn’t realize how much I wanted her to touch my pussy. I’m rocking on her lap, spreading my legs and pushing my pussy towards her fingers.

I’ve never seen myself in a video like this and it’s captivating. I watch as Jenny caresses my ass and calls me a slut. I watch myself respond to her and hump her thigh like a dog in heat. By the time she pushes me back on the bed, I want to cum as much as my counterpart in the movie.

I sit back on the computer chair and rub my pussy through my shorts as I watch Jenny bury her face between my legs on the computer screen. At the time, I was completely unaware of her hands roaming all over my body but now I see her pushing my thighs apart, caressing my trimmed mound and even squeezing my tits. God this is getting me hot!

I undo my shorts and open them enough to get my hand inside. Leaning back in the chair, I spread my legs and push two fingers into my wet pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” That feels good. Keeping my eyes on the computer screen, I press my palm against my clit and rock my fingers in and out of my pussy. I watch myself lose control as Jenny sucks my clit and finger fucks me. Wow! I was thrashing all over the bed. I pump my pussy harder as I watch my orgasm build in the movie. This is wild!

I start to cum, right along with my virtual self. Closing my eyes, I let the pleasure wash over me as I continue to hump my hand. Squeezing my pussy muscles around my fingers, I breathe deeply and try to relax. When I open my eyes, Jenny and I are in an embrace, pressing our tits against each other.

That’s weird! I remember this happening just before I left but the video is only half over. I click a little ahead and it’s just Jenny sleeping. She’s stretched out on her back, just like I left her. Of course, she never turned the camera off and it just continued to record her sleeping.

I click a little farther just to make sure and I’m shocked when Jeremy appears, standing next to his mother’s bed staring at her naked body. The camera catches him from the side, clearly displaying the tent his cock is making in the front of his boxers. That’s all he’s wearing! He must have come home from his date with Megan, got undressed and gone in to say goodnight to his mother. What a surprise to find her lying spread-eagle on top of her covers. I can’t blame him for getting hard; she looks sexy as hell like that.

My jaw drops when he sits on the edge of the bed and begins caressing his mother’s bare thigh. What’s he doing? She’s going to wake up and catch him touching her. Oh fuck! As I continue to watch, he leans down and sucks one of her thick nipples into his mouth. Jenny stirs but doesn’t wake up. God! The kid’s got balls! He moves his hand up her thigh and over her smooth, hairless pussy mound. Jenny squirms and spreads her legs farther apart. I wonder if she’s dreaming.

While he continues sucking on her tit, Jeremy slides his middle finger down to the top of his mother’s slit. No! He’s not going to put his finger in her! Not in his own mother’s pussy! Damn! Jeremy, what are you doing? This is wrong but also very arousing. My fingers are still in my pussy and I absently curl them towards the ridges of my g-spot as I watch Jeremy slide his finger between his mother’s wet pussy lips. Ohmygod! He’s finger-fucking his mother while she sleeps! She’s bound to wake up now! Or did the margaritas knock her out?

My fingers can’t penetrate deep enough with my shorts in the way! I stand up and push them down, taking my panties with them. Naked below the waist, I sit down spreading my legs as I shove my fingers back into my burning snatch. Jeremy pulls his fingers out of his mother’s pussy bringing a gob of juice that he smears on her other nipple. Returning his fingers to her pussy, he moves his lips to her juice-coated tit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhh!” I hump my hand, vigorously finger-fucking myself as I watch my sister’s body respond to her son’s machinations.

“Mmmmmmmm!” My sister moans, and I freeze, wondering if she’s going to wake up. Jeremy just continues sucking her tit and pumping his finger in and out of her pussy. I resume fingering myself as I watch the video but freeze again when I hear my sister’s voice.

“Fuck me,” she says, whispering drowsily without opening her eyes. “I need your hard cock inside of me,” she says and I stare wide-eyed as I wonder if she thinks it’s John who’s been touching her.

Jeremy complies immediately with her request. Stripping off his boxers and crawling up between her legs, I watch him align his throbbing member with his mother’s splayed open pussy. No condom, no conversation, no hesitation; he just a thrusts forward and plunges his cock into her as he stretches out over her.

“Oh God!” Jenny moans, pulling her knees up and locking her ankles behind her son’s thighs. Her arms encircle him asshe urges him on, rocking her body with his fast paced rhythm. My orgasm is building as I watch my sister fucking her own son.

“Fuck me, Jeremy!” Jenny yells. “Fuck me hard, son!” she begs, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as Jeremy’s powerful thrusts smash her into the mattress.

All thoughts of my own orgasm are extinguished as the realization hits me. She knows! She was expecting him! They’ve done this before! I’m dazed as I just stare at the unbelievable image on the computer screen. My nephew and my sister fucking like crazy, her nails clawing his back as he pounds his cock into her. What the fuck is going on?

I extract my fingers from my soggy cunt and just sit there, leaking juice onto the desk chair as my nephew slams into my sister one final time. As he jerkily spews his seed into his mother’s pussy, I try to make sense of it all. I knew Jenny was obsessed with her son but I never thought… Jenny’s voice bellows through the speakers.

“How was your date?” she asks, smiling at her son as she strokes his head, brushing his hair back.

“Very funny,” he says. “I put the condoms in the wastebasket, messed up the sheets and smeared your juice on them. Then I made some popcorn and watched a movie,” he says, matter-of-factly. “How was yours?” he asks more excitedly, pulling his head back to look in her eyes. What the fuck?

“Oh God!” she exclaims. “You were right! She tastes wonderful!” Ohmygod!

“I told you!” he says. “Did she eat you, too?” he asks, still lying on top of her with his cock in her pussy.

Godamnit! I pound my fist on the desktop. They set this whole thing up!

“No,” she says. “Someone sent a text message just as we were getting to that,” she says, playfully pushing his nose with her finger.

“Sorry,” he says. “I thought it was time.”

“It’s alright,” she smiles. “It probably worked out for the best. Did you go see her? What did she say?”

“No, I called and she told me you two drank too much and she was tired,” he says. “She sounded kind of funny.”

“What do you mean? Like drunk? We did drink quite a few margaritas.” Jenny says.

I was right to suspect something sinister was going on. Here’s the fucking proof! I’ve been played with like a fucking sex toy! I can’t believe my own sister would do this! I wonder if John is in on it.

“No, kind of suspicious, actually,” he says quietly. “Maybe it’s just my guilty conscious,” he adds. “I wish we didn’t have to do all this,” he says, leaning up again. “I love Aunt Sara and I hate lying to her and manipulating her.” Well at least that’s something positive I think, although I’m still fuming.

“I know,” Jenny says, placing her palm against his cheek. “So do I but we both agreed that it would never have worked if you approached her directly.” What’s she talking about. Approached me directly about what?

“Like you approached me right after I turned eighteen,” he smiles. What? Jenny approached her own son… about sex?

“I can’t imagine what Aunt Sara would have said if I’d confessed that I loved her in a way that a nephew shouldn’t love his aunt,” Jeremy says. What the…?

“I can,” Jenny says. “She would have told you that it’s infatuation, just a teenage crush and to go find someone your own age.” She’s right, that’s exactly what I would have done. I’d have been flattered but I certainly wouldn’t have… but wait… I did! I fucked my nephew.

“You’re right, I was in shock at first,” Jeremy says, smiling. “My own mother offering to suck my cock!”

“Don’t make it sound so sordid. I was only trying to help!” Jenny retorts. “I got tired of watching you walk around with a bulge in your pants all the time and no girlfriend to take care of it. When I walked in on you masturbating, I just..,” her voice trails off and she doesn’t complete the sentence. She doesn’t need to. “Even when I found out it was my own sister causing all your excitement, I still offered to help you, didn’t I?” she says.

“I know, Mom.” Jeremy says. “And I really appreciate everything you’ve done.” He flexes his ass muscles and grinds his hips against her to emphasize his point. “Especially, how you saved your pussy for me and took care of me every day when I returned from my sessions with Aunt Sara,” he smiles. What? All this time I thought he was jacking off, he and his mother were…

“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy myself,” Jenny smiles. “Although it was hard to hold off fucking you until you lost your virginity with your Aunt Sara,” she says, her hands squeezing his ass cheeks as she speaks. “But you were worth the wait,” she smiles. “You really know how to use that cock of yours.”

“That’s because of you and Aunt Sara,” he says. “Everything has worked out just like you said it would, mom. I wouldn’t trade one minute I’ve spent with Aunt Sara for anything in the world,” he says. “Or with you!” he adds quickly. Smart boy.

I’m still trying to get my head around this. Mother catches her son masturbating and offers to suck him off. Son accepts his mother’s offer but confesses his sexual longing for his aunt. Mother helps him devise a plan to win over his aunt and has oral sex with her son in the interim. Where does dad fit into all of this? My attention is drawn back to the video.

“What do we do now?” Jeremy asks.

“You have to be patient,” she says, admonishing him.

“Patient?” he asks. “I think I demonstrated my patience pretending to stutter for two fucking weeks while Aunt Sara shook her tits in my face.” I did not shake my tits! That was therapy!

I am such an idiot! It was all a ruse! He was pretending and I never saw it. Did I just see what I wanted to see? A horny teenager turned on by his almost 30 year old aunt. God! How could I have let my vanity cloud my judgment like that? Was I just looking for a surrogate for his father?

“I’ve laid the groundwork for a threesome with your dad, your aunt and I,” Jenny tells Jeremy. “After that, it’ll be easy to suggest a threesome with you,” she says. “I’ve shown enough interest in your sex lessons that Sara won’t be that shocked.”

So that’s the plan! She’s got it all figured out. I’ve always wanted to share her husband but I never believed it would happen and I certainly never thought of sharing her son.

“God! You and Aunt Sara together!” Jeremy sighs, kissing his mother on the lips. “What about dad?” Jeremy asks, breaking the kiss. “Won’t he freak out?” he asks. Apparently, John is not involved in any of this.

“You wouldn’t ask that if you’ve seen your father checking out your Aunt Sara when he thinks I’m not paying attention,” she answers. “There have been many nights when I’m sure it’s her he’s thinking about instead of me. Your father will be thrilled to finally live out his fantasy,” she says confidently.

I breathe a sigh of relief that she doesn’t know about John and I. Of course, I’ve completely ignored the fact that John and I have some culpability in all of this.

“You’ve really come through for me mom,” Jeremy says. After some thought he adds, “I guess we all think Aunt Sara is hot!” he says, smiling at his mother. “I wonder if she’ll still let me come over after school?”

“I’ll do what ever I can to encourage her,” Jenny says, smiling at her son’s anxiousness.

For a few minutes no one speaks and I just watch Jenny caress her son’s naked body as he lies on top of her. She runs her hands over his thighs, his ass cheeks and up his back.

“So, what all did you and Aunt Sara do this evening?” Jeremy asks, breaking the silence.

“Oh, I think you’d be surprised if you knew what your aunt and your mom were up to,” Jenny answers mysteriously, letting the question linger in the air while she again squeezes her son’s muscular ass.

“Do you want to see the video?” she asks, pushing him off of her. Oh God! No! She’s going to show Jeremy the video of her spanking me!

“A video?” he says, rolling over onto his back. “You recorded it?” he asks excitedly.

“Of course.” Jenny says, moving towards the computer. “You can see it on one condition,” she says, her finger poised over the mouse.

“What?” Jeremy asks, oblivious to his mother’s seductive intonation.

“It’s a very erotic video,” she says. “Very erotic,” she repeats, slowly enunciating each syllable.

“Great! I can’t wait!” Jeremy says, getting comfortable against the headboard.

“After we watch it.” Jenny pauses. “I may need you to fuck me again,” she says, smiling.

“I think that can be arranged, mom,” he says, his dick noticeably hardening as the screen goes blank.

Fuck! I can’t believe it! My sister and my nephew conspiring against me! Well not exactly against me. Actually, lusting over me! This is just too fucking weird!

I’m ready to hide the folders again and shut down the computer when I remember the third folder. At this point, I figure MS can only mean mother and son. I click on it and see that the first file is dated about a month after Jeremy’s eighteenth birthday. I look away from the computer, trying to decide if I really want to watch any of these.

“Fuck!” I scream, when I see John standing in the doorway. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“If I’d known that every time I came home unexpectedly, I’d find you in my house with your shorts off, I’d do it more often,” he smiles. “I spilled mustard on my pants and stopped by to change,” he says, explaining his presence by pointing to the yellow stain next to his crotch. I look at his pants and see the huge bulge next to the mustard stain. Here we are again.

“You’re not still mad at me?” I ask, turning off the computer before John sees what I’m looking at.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Jenny explained about the therapy and how she had to talk you into going along with it,” he says. “I’m really sorry for the things I said, Sara.” He’s still standing in the doorway but his eyes are on my wet pussy, which is getting wetter from his lustful stare. “What are you doing here?” he finally asks.

What am I doing here? Several answers rush through my brain. I’m watching videos of you playing burglar and tying up your wife, of my sister spanking me, and your son fucking his mother. But none of those come out of my mouth. My wet pussy wants him to do more than stare at it and I surprise myself with my answer.

“Being a bad girl,” I say, standing up and pulling my tank top over my head. John’s eyes widen at the sight of my jiggling breasts, or maybe it’s my use of the term bad girl. “Jenny told me what happens to bad girls, John,” I say as I unbutton his shirt and pull it from his shoulders.

“She did?” he asks, unable to believe that his wife told her sister about the spankings. “What did she say happens to bad girls?” he asks as he kicks off his shoes and starts unbuckling his pants.

“They get spanked,” I say quietly, looking at the excitement in his eyes. He clears his throat and swallows as he pulls his pants and underwear down.

“How bad have you been?” he asks, discarding the last of his clothing and sitting on the edge of the bed, his hard cock pointing straight up.

“Very bad,” I say as he takes my hand and tenderly lays me across his lap, trapping his hard cock between his stomach and my side. This is not the urgent, angry spanking that I witnessed in the video Jenny showed me. This is something completely different. Oh God! I’ve wanted this since I first saw the video.

“What did you do that was bad, Sara.” John asks as his hand caresses my round ass cheek. Oh, let me count how many ways I was bad…

“I lusted after my sister’s husband,” I answer. Slap! Ouch! Fuck! That hurt. I tense when he starts caressing the other cheek.

“Just lusted after him?” he asks.

“No. I sucked his cock and let him fuck me,” I answer. Slap! Damn!

“What else?” he asks, his hand resting on the first cheek again.

“I let my nephew fuck me,” I say, not getting all the words out before the slap comes. Slap! Slap! Slap! He alternates three more in quick succession.

“You’re a slut, Sara,” he says quietly. “Nothing but a fuck toy for your family.” Slap! Slap!

My ass is burning and my pussy is gushing juice onto his bare thigh. John’s cock is swelling against my side. I can’t wait for him to slam it into me. His finger grazes my wet pussy lips and I raise my ass up to meet it. Slap! Fuck! I drop back onto his lap.

“Say it Sara,” John snarls. “Tell me you’re a slut and a fuck toy!” he says, louder than before.

“I’m a slut!” I yell. Slap! Ouch! “And a fuck toy!” I add. Slap! Slap!

“Fuck me, John!” I yell. “Fuck your fuck toy slut!” I beg. Slap! Slap! Jesus Christ! My ass is on fire! So is my pussy! I’ve never felt anything like it. I need his cock!

John grabs me by the arm and lifts me off his lap, standing me up in front of him. I’m panting with excitement as he spreads my legs and pushes two fingers into my soggy pussy.

“Oh! Yes!” I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth. “Oh Fuck!” he bites on my nipple, sending electric surges to my pussy. My body has never been so alive! My ass stings, and the pain in my nipple subsides, as he shifts to the other one. Fuck! He bites even harder! My legs become wobbly as John finger-fucks my pussy and bites my nipples.

“Up on the bed, slut!” John yells. “With your ass towards me!” I scramble onto the bed and get up on my hands and knees, anxious for his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me towards him. I’m dripping with anticipation as he rubs his cockhead between my slick pussy lips and thrusts forward.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moan, pushing back until I feel his pubic hair against my tender ass cheeks.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I shiver as a jolt of pleasure thunders through my body with his initial penetration. My aborted orgasm from earlier has been reignited by the spanking and the finger-fucking. It washes over me as John starts a steady rhythm in and out of my drenched pussy.

“Oh God, Sara,” he breathes as he slams into my fiery pussy. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Mmmmmmm! So do you!” I respond as I lower my head to the bed and rock my ass in rhythm to his pounding. Reaching between my legs, I finger my clit while John pumps his hard cock into me. My ass still burns from the spanking and every nerve in my body is tingling with pleasure.

John is fucking me, and my sister’s willing to share! This is what I’ve always wanted! I rub my clit faster as my orgasm builds, and I realize we’re reenacting the exact scene from my sister’s video. John spanked her and then fucked her from behind. We are sharing! I’m sharing my sister’s husband!

“Oh! Yes! Oh! John! Oh! Fuck!” I pant each word as John pounds me senseless and my orgasm threatens to explode. “I’m cumming!” I scream as the tension peaks and I teeter on the edge of delirium. “I’m fucking cummmmmming!” I yell as my pussy convulses and bursts forth with a flood of pleasure that has me seeing stars! I would collapse except for John’s hands holding my hips as he grunts through his final thrusts.

“I’m with you, babe!” John groans through clenched teeth as he jerkily deposits his load deep inside my pulsating pussy. Releasing my hips, he pulls his cock out and lowers me onto the bed. Fucking incredible!

“I’ll get some lotion for your bottom,” John says as I stretch out on the bed, exhausted.

“Mmmmm. Thank you,” I murmur as John goes into the bathroom.

“You’re a little pink,” he smiles, lying beside me while he applies lotion to my burning ass cheeks. I turn my face towards him and he gently kisses me. Parting my lips, I welcome his tongue into a long, lingering kiss. With his hand still on my ass, I turn towards him and pull him into tender embrace, pressing my hard nipples against his chest. Lying on our sides facing each other I stare into his gorgeous brown eyes as his cock recovers between our bodies.

“John?” I say, breaking the kiss. “What is your number one sexual fantasy?” I ask, wondering if he’ll say sex with two women like Jenny said.

“What we just did,” he answers without hesitation. Kissing my lips again. “You’ve dominated my sexual fantasies for the past ten years, Sara,” he says.

“You’ve been in mine, too, John,” I smile. “But isn’t there some sexual fantasy, beyond spanking me or fucking me that you’ve always wanted to try?” I know I’m leading the witness but I really want to find out if this is his fantasy or Jenny’s.

“How did you know about the spanking, anyway?” John asks, moving his hand along my thigh and pulling me against him. “Did Jenny tell you?”

“I’ll answer you as soon as you answer me,” I laugh. “Come on, wild sexual fantasy,” I prod him.

“I don’t know, Sara,” he says reluctantly. “Just being here with you, just like this, is beyond anything I’ve ever expected to happen.”

“What about two women at once?” I ask him, looking directly in his eyes.

“Did Jenny tell you that, too?” he asks. “Damn! Is there anything she hasn’t told you?”

“That is your fantasy, then?” I ask, smiling.

“Well, sure. I mean, what guy doesn’t fantasize about two women making love to him,” he says, sheepishly. “But it doesn’t mean I’m not completely satisfied with just you… or Jenny,” he adds defensively.

“I know, John,” I say, squeezing his muscular ass and pressing my pussy mound against his cock. “But what if you could have Jenny and I together?” I ask.

“Um…” John hesitates, wondering if it’s a trick question.

“Never mind,” I say, reaching between us and wrapping my hand around his throbbing cock. “I think I’ve got my answer right here! You love the idea!”

“Hell yes!” he smiles. “But it’s just a fantasy.”

“Jenny wants to make it come true,” I tell him as I caress his cock. “She wants us to surprise you for your 40th birthday; you and I in a threesome with her,” I tell him.

“Did you tell her about us?” he looks at me incredulously.

“Of course not!” I answer indignantly. “She came up with this idea on her own. But I think it’s a good one, don’t you?”

“If you do,” he says, relaxing against me. “What do I have to do to make this happen?” he asks.

“Just turn 40 I guess,” I smile as my hand leisurely pumps his hard cock.

“Wow!” John says. “So what all did Jenny tell you?” he asks. “Obviously, she told you about my fantasies and about how I like to spank her. What else did she say?” he asks.

“She showed me a video,” I answer.

“What?” he asks, jerking his head up from the bed. “She showed you one of our videos?” he questions. “When did this happen?” he asks.

“Friday night while you were gone,” I answer. “I came over so Jeremy could use my apartment for his date.” Or so I thought. “Jenny and I had dinner together and then she decided to show me the video.”

“What happened?” he asks, looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

“What do you mean what happened?” I ask. “You’ve seen the videos, you know what happens.”

“No, I mean, what happened between you and Jenny when you watched the video,” he asks, and I’m not sure how much I want to disclose to him. What the fuck! He’s the only one seemingly not trying to manipulate me and we are planning a threesome.

“She spanked me… and finger fucked me… and… um… ate my pussy,” I tell him and I feel his cock swell inside my hand.

“You’ve got to be kidding?” he says, while little beads of sweat form on his forehead.

“Ooo, you like that idea, don’t you?” I tease, sliding my hand up and down his hard cock. “You’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, knowing what Jenny has in mind for his birthday.

“Watch you and Jenny?” he asks. “Yes, I’d love to watch that,” he says, pushing his hard cock against my hand.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy. I’ll let you see the video?” I tease.

“There’s a video of you and Jenny?” he asks excitedly. “What would make me a good boy?” he asks as he rolls me onto my back.

“Well, you can put this monster inside me again for starters,” I answer, spreading my legs as he positions himself over me.

“Wow! You and Jenny, huh?” he says as his thick cock glides into my well-lubricated tunnel. “Can we watch it while we fuck?” he asks as I pull my knees up and suck his cock deep inside my enflamed pussy.

“No,” I answer breathlessly, shaking my head. “I want your undivided attention,” I smile.

“You’ve got it!” John exclaims, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he sets a steady rhythm, pumping his big cock into my hot pussy. As I start rocking with him, I realize that I’ve already made up my mind to do the threesome with Jenny. Why not? My fantasy was always for us to share John. I’ve never wanted to take him away. Plus the idea of eating Jenny’s pussy is growing on me. For some reason, doing it with John there makes me feel less like a lesbian.

“Wait!” John says, stopping mid-stroke and interrupting my thoughts. “The cameras aren’t on, are they?” he asks.

“No, John,” I answer, rocking my hips to get him started again. “I made sure we’re alone,” I tell him as I grip his shoulder and hump my ass off the bed.

“Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard!” I moan and he responds immediately, slamming his thick cock into my anxious pussy.

As my orgasm approaches, I dig my fingernails into John’s back and flash on Jeremy and Jenny’s deception. What am I going to do about them, I wonder? At first, I wanted to confront them but I’ve gotten what I’ve always wanted, right here with John. A confrontation might not be in my best interest. The threesome sounds interesting and I’m still curious about being with Jenny.

“God, Sara! You feel so fucking good!” John says as he pounds his hard cock into my enflamed pussy.

“You make me feel good, John!” I breathe, my orgasm about to explode any second.

Hey! Another idea hits me. Why should men be the only ones to fantasize two lovers? Why can’t I have a threesome? Why can’t I have Jeremy and John together? Couldn’t one fuck me while I suck off the other one? That sounds scrumptious! Two holes filled with thick cocks at the same time! My pussy gushes at the idea.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” I moan as John slams his hard cock into me and I imagine sucking off my nephew at the same time. That could be heavenly.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuccccccck!” I cum so hard, I see stars. John collapses on top of me, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

As my breathing slows to almost normal and I feel John’s cock deflate within my satiated pussy, I realize that everyone is going to get what he or she wants. My sister may have orchestrated an elaborate deception but she’s really brought the family together. In a most satisfying way!

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