Chapter 2
"I will if I can," he answered with a willingness to please that told her she was still his one-and-only sex goddess.
"I know you can," she replied. "I know you'll want to."
She eased forward, drifting up alongside the bed. The only light was from a lamp on the nightstand. It was plenty. Just right, in fact, as her eyes took in his nicely developed body, down to the general area of his cock. No sign of that just yet.
Sheila lifted her gaze to his blue eyes, her expression warm, intimate.
"I want you to show me your cock," she said softly.
"My ..." His mouth dropped open.
"It's time you showed it to me. I want to see it. You don't have to feel shy or ashamed."
To give him a spark of encouragement and to feel more comfortable, Sheila dropped the robe from her shoulders. She cocked her hips to one side and stood there, waiting, glinting with invitation and promise.
Sam took a long, pensive pause, then, as if answering a dare, rather cockily pushed the sheet to his knees, revealing his naked balls and prick. Reaching out between his thighs, his cock was growing in lurches and now starting to bob upward, each heartbeat giving it a new dose of strength. It had a reddish tint, was incredibly smooth-looking, with a finely sculptured, flared point.
Staring, Sheila felt her mouth water. Her pussy twitched with girlish excitement. A tremble of want lifted through her like a devil's caress, doing sweet things to her tits. Casually she took a seat by his knees on the edge of the bed.
"It's fantastic," she said sincerely, and watched with rapt attention as his cock stood up straighter and revealed more of his ball-bag. The pouch was hairless, smooth, stuffed with meaty young balls and boiling jizz.
Sheila had left all propriety outside the door. A line had been crossed and there were no more rules. She slid a hand across his lightly haired thigh, over his baking balls, around the hot base of his cock-shaft. Her fingers dug into the bed of hair and she simply held him, watching his prick stretch higher, thicken, pulse with desire.
"Absolutely gorgeous," she marveled.
"What's happened, Aunt Sheila?" Sam asked. "What's come over you?"
"The same thing that's come over you, I imagine," she answered with a smile.
"You found me out, huh?"
"Yes, angel, I know you're hot for me. And since you're so handsome, and sweet, and I'm so tired of not having any fun ..."
"Shit!" He grinned. "I don't believe it. I've been dreaming about something like this happening, but-"
"I know. But it is happening. Think you can handle it?"
He squirmed against her hand. "Anything."
Slowly she drew her hand away. She licked her lips. "Okay. Let's see you jerk off for a while."
"You mean it?"
"I've pictured it in my mind so often I've got to see it happen for real."
Watching his prick intently now, her insides flinched as he closed his right hand about the base of his cock and slid it up to the purple-shaded tip. His caress made a light rasping sound against the fully stretched cock-skin. He gave the fat cock-head a squeeze and a drop of pre-cum oozed out.
Sheila gave a happy wriggle. "I've never seen anything like this. It's thrilling."
"For me too," he confided, openly jacking his upright cock. "I'm so glad I don't have to hide it from you any more. You really make me hot and horny, Aunt Sheila."
"I think we can make it just Sheila."
"Right."
She continued watching, beginning to feel the strangest urges inside, urges that were only hinted at before.
Sam's hand picked up speed as it rasped up and down his red prick, attacking his own lust with boyish urgency. His head lolled and he moaned deeply. "Yeah, you turn me on, all right. You set my balls and my cock on fire with those big meaty tits and that wide ass and those long legs . . . oh, Jesus, shit ..."
Sheila touched a hand to the blur of his wrist and slowed him down. "Easy now, lover boy. Save some of that for me."
His hand slowed further and he came out of the grip of lust, looking at her with small surprise. "You . . . you want to jerk me off?"
"No reason I can't, is there?" she asked flirtingly, easing his hand from his engorged prick.
Not waiting for an answer, she replaced it with her own hand, easing a loose grip down the throbbing thickness.
"Besides," she added, starting her smooth hand back up the rigid cock-meat, "no need to rush."
He grinned cockily. "You don't have to worry. If it comes, it'll get hard again in no time."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sheila responded, idly stroking him. His frank talk surprised her, but she liked it. "Feel good?"
"The best, and you know it. You're driving me crazy, jerking me off like that. Your hand's so smooth, so warm-lots better than mine."
Sheila felt great. It was so good to have a hard, eager cock in her grip again. Just being able to touch one filled a considerable need inside her. At the same time it sparked other needs, but she would stick to her own words. No need to rush. There was no guarantee that she would ever let herself do anything like this again after tonight. She would enjoy it while she could.
Sam moved a hand to her near knee and rested it there lightly. He squeezed softly. A succulent shiver rushed along her thigh, up her body. His touch was electric.
"Maybe you'll drive me a little crazy yourself," she observed.
"I sure wanna try."
Sam nudged his hand between his aunt's knees and a short way up her inner thigh. His wrist plowed the lacy hem of her nightgown back as his open, caressing hand slid ever upward.
Continuing to stroke his pulsating prick, Sheila let her thighs part. Her cunt was starting to throb with need itself, and her clit ached for manly touches.
When she swung the other thigh away, it gave him good access to her cunt. She grasped the hem of her gown and pulled it back to her tummy to show him just how available it was. Even though she had surrendered control long ago, the move surprised her. And thrilled her. To be brazen was to be everything. " Sam's hand trembled on her upper leg. Sitting up closer to her, he stared at the triangle of light-brown hair at her crotch. A hint of her pussy-lips was on view also, and his light fingers were drawn down under there. They dug in between Sheila's cunt and the bed and cupped her pussy with all-over pleasure.
"You're so hot," he breathed in an awestruck tone.
Letting her hand go idle on his erect prick, Sheila slid her ass out farther and tilted her pelvis, leaning back slightly. She spread her thighs, lifting her leg onto the bed to rest against Sam. Her cunt was fully accessible.
"Soft, too," he remarked, stroking in testing fashion.
"And wet," Sheila hinted, trying not to shake. God, she was alive with excitement.
Then she felt the tip of his forefinger slide up the slick line of her fuck-slit and it got even better. She thrilled to the core as he touched her running pussy-juice. Boldly he inserted the finger and she quaked with rising arousal. Her cunt-hole drew in around the penetration with a squeeze of welcome.
Sam's breathing rasped as he ran his fingers in and out in busy fashion, then slower as he remembered her wish to take it slow. He sought for ways to please her further with finger-play, and found them at the upper zones of her entrance, around her stiff clit. Sheila's face flushed and she gasped hotly.
"You're a hot bitch, just like I hoped you were," he murmured.
"What a thing to call your loving old aunt."
"That's what you are, isn't it?" he teased. His fingers prodded lewdly at her stinging clit. "A horny bitch? A bold slut-cunt."
"Naughty boy. I should spank you for such talk."
"We'll get to the kinky stuff later, Auntie Bitch. Now jerk me off. You wanna see me come, don't you."
She did want to see that, but how did he know? Lucky guess?
"Put a couple fingers up my cunt-hole and maybe you can get me off at the same time," she answered.
Sam eagerly obliged, giving a two-pronged penetration to the hot, tight hole of her cunt. His strokes were simple and quickly paced, almost rough. But Sheila rocked her hips at his hand for more. Having his prick to ogle and play with were quite a turn-on for Sheila. She was pounding with lust.
Frisking her fist up and down his cock-meat, she was impressed by his lasting-power. Still a kid, but not enough of one to be overwhelmed by a woman. Not even her. It added nicely to the attraction.
Hungering for one another as they were, it was only natural for their mouths to meet and join.
The first full contact almost caused Sheila's heart to skip a beat. This was the most intimate she had yet been with Sam, and it was getting a first taste of their true erotic potential together. Forbidden fruit, she quickly learned, had a flavor that was dizzying.
She poured her tongue into his mouth and thrilled to the coiling of their feverish probes. He wasn't just her nephew anymore. This sealed the fact. He was her lover. And she was his. All his.
Suddenly her pussy was sharply honed in on the pleasures of his deeply frigging fingers, and his cock seemed to burn hotter in her pumping grasp. Whatever defenses she had left were gone, and her excitement was climbing.
More than she wanted to come, she wanted to see Sam come. Sheila's urgent assault on his prick-meat spurred Sam's cunt-pumping hand to an ever-increasing speed. The skin between his thumb and the base of his pussy-plunging forefinger kept ramming her inflamed clit. That hot contact in turn drove Sheila to a quickening pace of her own.
Intent on making Sam come, Sheila worked her hand with terrific speed. His breathing deepened and she lost track of the rasp of her frictioning hand. He was panting with excitement, frigging her pussy wildly as she furiously jerked him off.
"Aaaaagggghhh," he groaned, "now, now- aaaaahhhh!"
Sheila forgot her own high-pitched arousal as she was rewarded with the view of the jumping, jetting streaks of Sam's cum.
But it was that lewd, illicit sight that triggered her own orgasm. The sensuous pull of desire and anticipation was washed away by wave after wave of gushing sensation. Her cunt whipped its pent-up ecstasy through her craving system, and down deep in her pussy she could feel her juices shooting just like Sam's were.
"Ooooooh, yesss, baby!" she purred as the torrid release subsided into joyful tremors and Sam's cum-oozing cock softened in her spunk-coated hand. Kissing Sam again, she pulled at his cock, milking it of every drop.
"I felt you come," he murmured. "Your pussy was grabbing at my fingers."
"You really made it happen for me. I think this might be the start of something."
"Goody!" Sam grinned.
Her gaze lowered to his spent prick. His exploded cum seemed to be everywhere on his belly and hips and thighs and her hand.
Sheila lifted her hand to her mouth and started licking his sweet spunk from the back of it. Her eyes went to Sam's, daring him to not be shocked.
If he was, it was brief. He pulled his hand from her sopping cunt and proceeded to lick at his own juiced-up fingers. They giggled together at their wickedness and finished licking their hands clean, both enjoying the fresh delicious-ness of one another's cum-juice.
Wanting all of it, Sheila shifted onto her knees on the bed. She had him he back on the pillows and swept her eyes up his cum-spotted body.
"I think I'll start at the top and work down," she said.
Without missing a beat, Sam wiped a splatter off his flat belly and smeared his lips with it. Sheila leaned forward and softly licked his lips clean again.
The feather-soft passes of her tongue drew Sam's mouth into another kiss and once more she thrilled at the intimate contact. Smooching had always been fun, but when it was with her own flesh-and-blood-he was her sister's boy- well, wow!
Sam's hands breezed up her thighs, over her hips, catching the hem of her nightgown and peeling it upward. If he wanted her naked, then she wanted it too, so she broke the soul-stirring kiss and shifted back, allowing him to pull the gown from her.
Thrilling to her own nakedness, Sheila displayed herself before Sam to give him a good look at the body he had craved for so long. Squaring her shoulders, she arched her swollen tits out and apart. They were full, coned orbs of packed flesh, the thick peaks pointing off to some distant heaven.
"I've never seen a sexier, better pair of tits anywhere," Sam gushed.
"Touch them," she invited. The feast of cum on his body could wait, briefly.
Sam's hands lifted to her tits and squeezed and he felt the spry resistance of her stuffed, incredibly smooth tit-flesh. His touch sent fine charges down through her ripe body, promising good things ahead.
Sam groped her in testing fashion, exploring the fullness of her tits, then taking them much more lewdly in hand. He drank in the beauty of them, and her, with his eyes. "I can't say anything. You're absolutely gorgeous."
Showing a flattered smile, Sheila lowered and wiped her tongue at a drop of spunk by his right nipple. She licked across to it and felt his flesh pucker. If he was already sensitive, he really would be hard again in no time. Sheila wiggled with anticipation.
Finding other drops of tasty seed, Sheila felt his hands toy through her mane of hair as he patiently let her drink in his spewed-out cock-essence.
Desire began to gnaw at Sheila, and she almost hurried toward his slowly reviving prick. Finally crouching low and swirling her tongue over his cum-coated balls, she reveled in being there with it at last. She nuzzled his cock with her nose and cheeks as she laved his balls, teasing herself as much as him. And then her flicking tongue was moving up onto the tube of responsive flesh.
"Oh God, you're licking my cock," Sam groaned in a daze. "I can't believe it. Is there anything you won't do?"
"There's nothing we won't do," she promised.
Sheila unabashedly scooped his cock into her mouth and held it there as she tongued the last of his first batch of jizz away. His cock was swelling within her oral grasp, which did not go unnoticed by her mouth, her mind or, best of all, her pussy.
"This is some cock you've got here," Sheila murmured with total affection, rolling his prick between her knowing hands. "And those balls sure put out some tasty cum."
She took his cock-shaft back between her velvet lips and inhaled it into her throat. She scratched her nose in his patch of pubic hair and warmed her chin on his balls. She bathed his cock with her oral wetness and tickled the underside with her tongue.
Her head lifted, treating the length of his cock to the most loving suction imaginable. Adding the tight squeeze of her lips, she felt another surge of hardness enter Sam's cock, swelling it to better and better proportions.
Mmmmmm, how really fine it was to have a responsive piece of cock to play with. She couldn't figure out what had gotten into Burt.
At least, thanks to Sam, Sheila could feel absolutely secure that it wasn't her fault. She still had her touch.
"I love what you're doing," Sam said. "I love how you're sucking me. Your tongue . . . your tight hold ... it sends thrills through me. Suck me, Sheila! Keep sucking me!"
And she did.