Chapter 11
Steve and Jason met in the middle of the patio separating the two houses, and both laughed at the same time.
"I'm going to your house," Steve said. "Where are you going?"
"To your house," Jason replied.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Jason shrugged. "I don't have any idea. Do you know?"
"I'm totally clueless," Steve said.
"Well," Jason said, "we aren't going to find out standing here talking to each other. I'll see you later."
"Yeah," Steve said, "see you later."
Megan bathed and put on a comfortable cotton shirtdress that buttoned all the way up the front and was waiting for Jason in the living room.
He stopped and looked at her, wondering what she wanted with him. Her nipples were clearly visible, so he knew that she wasn't wearing a bra, but she and his mom often didn't, so that didn't tell him anything. He knew in his heart that his second fondest wish wasn't going to come true anyway, so why waste time fantasizing?
Megan took a deep breath to steady her jittery nerves and smiled. "Hi, Jason," she said softly.
"Mom said that you wanted to see me, but she didn't say why."
"If you could have anything you wanted right this minute, what would it be?"
He blanched, wondering if she could read his mind. "I can't think of anything," he muttered.
She chuckled softly. "I think you're lying, but we'll get back to that later." She took his hand and led him upstairs, down the hall, through the sitting room and into the bedroom. "I'll tell you what I want." She kicked off her sandals and dropped his hand and started unbuttoning her dress. "I want you to undress and lie on the bed."
"I don't believe this is happening," he said, his voice shaky.
"Believe it, dear," she said softly. She finished unbuttoning her dress and pushed it off her shoulders, and her heavy, ripe tits jutted out haughtily. "Here it is, dear, and you can have it all." Her tits tingled with excitement and warm juice flooded the hot orifice between her thighs and longing burned deep in her body. "If you don't want it, say so, and we'll pretend this never happened."
He was glad that he'd worn only shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. "I want it," he said quickly, his voice firm, as he stripped in a flash and jumped on the bed.
She stood by the bed and looked at his cock. He's hung like his father and uncle, she thought. This is going to be more fun than I expected. I can tell that he's a little nervous. So am I! But that won't last long. "Now, tell me what you'd wish for."
"You."
"There's more," she said, "say it."
"I want to fuck you."
"Yes," she said as she fluffed up her muff, "that's what I want to hear."
"You are so beautiful," he said, "so beautiful and so sexy. Right now, it's easy to forget that you're my aunt."
She smiled sweetly. "Right now, dear, I'm just a horny woman who needs a good fuck," she said softly, "and I'm going to get it from a strong young cock."
She lay down facing him and put one leg over his hip, lifted her chin and parted her lips, and his mouth covered hers in a drawn-out, serene, yet thoroughly demanding kiss.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered into his mouth.
An impetuous warmth permeated her body and mind, and she looked forward to the orgasm that was already stirring in her loins.
He worked his lips skillfully against hers, coaxing and teasing, subtly fueling the blaze that ran through the underground river of her desire. His mouth held her attention while his right hand wandered over the gently curve of her hips and made its way along her alluring thigh, searching, exploring, familiarizing himself with her body.
Erotic vibrations plucked at her senses, coaxing her deeper and deeper under their spell, and she invited his fondling by murmuring into his mouth and wiggling and squirming with elation and pressing her mound against his cock, cherishing the feel of his strong young body pressing against hers.
His pelvis worked back and forth with an insistent, sensuous rhythm, and his breath became heavier and more uneven against her mouth. He broke the kiss and playfully nibbled up and down her neck, sending chills of pleasure coursing down the length of her spine.
His lips captured hers again and his hands roamed all over her, exciting her beyond measure as he caressed her tits, her belly, and her inner thighs, awakening every erotic nerve in her voluptuous body.
He pushed against her hip and rolled her onto her back, and she instinctively spread her legs, breathlessly opening herself wide for him, and writhed and nearly laughed with relief when his hand settled on her mossy mound.
He slid between her legs and gazed hungrily at the succulent pink flesh of her snatch. He drew in a deep breath, inhaling the spicy-sweet bouquet of her garden of ecstasy, dripping with nectar and pulsating with lust. His mouth watering in anticipation of the taste of his wanton aunt's most precious treasure, he slithered his tongue between the distended lips and breathed out, drenching her exquisite snatch cunt with tantalizing heat.
She arched her back off the bed in an innate spasm of rapture. Her eyes fogged over with lust and her eyelids fluttered and she clawed the sheet as a sharp, stimulating surge of ecstasy washed over her. "Ooohhh, darling," she sighed, "lick your aunt's cunt!"
His tongue moved leisurely, licking and stroking, lapping up the juice dribbling from her liquefied hole. The flavor fired his senses and went to his head like potent alcohol, warmed his blood and set it to pounding harder than ever in his throbbing tool. He moaned and swallowed noisily, flicking his tongue at a steady pace along her puffy seam.
"Oooooo," she cooed, utterly lost in the wonderful sensation flowing from between her legs. Her breath came in little gasping pants and her belly rose and fell rapidly. Her hips picked up the rhythm instinctively, responding to his creative licking, her legs stretched and strained, the muscles contracting and relaxing in the tension of desire, and her thighs opened fully, yielding her most special treasure to him. "Oh, darling," she murmured, "your tongue feels so good, and the sound of it slurping in my juicy cunt thrills me to the core."
He lifted his head and said quietly, "Your juicy cunt tastes delicious. I love to suck you and drink your delicious nectar."
"Then get it, dear," she cried enthusiastically, her voice strained with passion, "suck your aunt's cunt good!"
Prickling sensations darted like lightning over her entire body, a thousand invisible fingers caressing every inch of her naked flesh, the puffy flesh of her cunt lips throbbed and pulsated madly, and her arousal grew by leaps and bounds. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she twisted and writhed under his relentless tongue, and she could feel her nipples drawing into rigid points, stimulated by the thrilling shivers and vibrations that rose from her cunt and coursed over her.
His tongue slithered up her gash to the tender bud of her large, sensitive clit, as he used just the tip, flicking softly and rapidly, provoking her passion.
"Ohhh, yes, baby," she wailed, "that's the place! My God, that's the place!" She felt as if he was reaching deep into her and caressed the very core of her existence, and her whole body expanded and wrapped itself around his tongue, the only part of him that existed at that moment. She pulled and pinched her nipples in her sexual delirium, unable to keep her hands still.
"Oh, Jason, darling, your tongue is wonderful, simply wonderful! God, I love a tongue on my clit! Get my clit, dear, get your horny aunt off!"
The knowledge that he had his aunt nearly out of her mind with ecstasy boggled his mind. He continued to work on her clit, knowing that he was pleasing her to the utmost, his tongue dancing a rapid tattoo on her love bud, teasing, making her beg for more. Her hips swiveled as her body responded more compulsively to her deep-seated, unsatisfied lust, and he slipped his hands under her foxy ass and lifted her crotch to his mouth so he could drink more easily from her carnal cup.
Her clit quivered fiercely, responding to each flick of his tongue with a spasm of pleasure, and her trembling and quivering became more pronounced as her furor snowballed. Her legs stretched and widened, then closed in to clutch at him, imprisoning his head between the velvet ramparts of her thighs. Her shapely ass cheeks contracted into taut bunches, and she jerked her hips up and forced her dripping twat tighter to his mouth.
He pushed his mouth into the maw of her cunt with unbridled gluttony and made raunchy gobbling and smacking sounds as he chowed down on her succulent flesh.
"Oh, God, darling," she whispered, "you're eating me so well! I didn't expect you to be so good. Nobody has ever done me better."
Knowing that she was scant seconds away from a formidable climax, her smiled inwardly and applied his tongue with more force to her fiercely quivering joy button, increasing the friction, urging her toward the finish line.
She shoved her cunt into his mouth with total abandon, and suddenly her entire body started shaking like a grass shanty rocked by a violent hurricane. Her orgasm was more electric, more exquisite, than she thought possible, and she shouted and screeched and bucked and strained and twisted. She thought the explosion that ripped through her tender flesh would tear her limb from limb, and she let it take her, let it command her as she surrendered thoroughly to the blessed deliverance.
She collapsed, gasping, momentarily uncertain whether she was still conscious. Perhaps it had been a dream, a wonderful, delirious dream where she was only fantasizing that her nephew was sucking her cunt so wonderfully, and she'd wake to find her finger in her pussy instead of his tongue.
Cautiously, hoping she wasn't dreaming, she blinked her eyes, the room swam back into focus, and there she was, lying on the bed on her back, her legs spread wide, wide open, and her nephew was lying on his stomach between her thighs, licking his lips as if he had just finished a ten-course banquet instead of the feast he'd made of her pussy.
She sat up and rolled over onto her side, facing his feet. "Hmmmmmm," she muttered as her hand closed on his bloated, trembling prick, "this feels like a big stick of candy, and I've always had this thing for big sticks of candy." She ran her tongue across the tip of his cock. "Tastes like candy, too," she mused, "delicious candy."
"Suck me off," he said quietly.
She got up on her knees and rolled him onto his back and gazed lovingly at his rampant prick. She rolled the shaft gently between her palms, then worked the foreskin up and down, baring his big knob and concealing it again, then gave it a tender kiss. "Just what I had in mind," she whispered. "I love the taste of cum." She slid off the bed to her knees and pulled on his leg to turn him. "Sit on the edge of the bed so I can use both hands and my mouth."
He would have dangled from the ceiling by his toes for her. He sat up and put his feet on the floor by her knees, and she grasped his cock with both hands and held it like a baseball bat with the fat end pointing at her face. He put his hands on her head to guide her, and she shook him off with an impatient twitch of her head, then leaned forward. Her sultry mouth opened as her head moved lower and the head of his prick slid slowly into the warm oral cavern.
"Oh, God, Aunt Megan," he breathed, "that feels terrific."