Amy

Mary snuggled up to Tim, quickly putting her own arms around his lower back, pulling him onto her body, relishing in the feel of his erection against her tummy. Tim fumbled around, not really knowing what he was doing, concentrating, eager to see Mary’s breasts and not thinking too much of her body, warm against his. She gave him to a silent count of thirty and then backed off him, turning around so he could see how the fastener worked.

“See, if I was your girl, I’m fed up. You’re messing with it and I’ve gone off the idea. Practice undoing it and doing it up again for a minute.”

Mary stood still and let him practice, his fingers tickling her back, sending nice warming tingles through her body, not sexual, just nice.

“What you need to do, Tim, is find a mate, preferably a girl, but a boy if you have to — borrow a bra and practice. I’ll lend you one of mine if you like. Ok, that’s enough. Do it up again, please.”

Mary turned to face Tim once more, took his hands, and guided them behind her back. “The skill you need to acquire is to unfasten it instantly. Learn to do it with just one hand, because I guarantee your other hand will be busy elsewhere. Now, undo it, please and I’ll give you a tour of my breasts.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? We are relatives. Isn’t that what Amy was annoyed at me for?”

“It’s sweet of you to ask. I don’t have a problem with it. As for being relatives, it is a pretty slim link in our case. I think I could fuck you without having a legal problem. I’d have an ethical problem, because you are a client, but we’re outside of office hours. I’ve stopped working for the day and this is family business.” She called out. “And I don’t suppose Amy is going to charge you, so nah… no ethical problem. Why? Do you want to fuck me?”

She stroked his face, giggling at his startled expression.

“Don’t answer that. We’re getting ahead of the programme. Relatives. Well, it’s all relative.” She slipped her bra off, watching Tim’s eyes light up. “Relativi-titty, you might say. What do you think?”

“They are… gorgeous!”

“Emm… they are not bad. Bigger than Amy’s, smaller than your Mum’s — oop’s I’m not supposed to be mentioning the ‘M’ word. I don’t like my nipples much, prefer Amy’s. She makes me sick. She’s forty, and she has a better body than me. Listen to me, I’m nattering away, and of course, all you want to do is touch them. Right?”

He nodded, perhaps a bit sheepishly, but rapidly forgetting why he’d been called to the consulting rooms in the first place.

“Be my guest… but before you do, here are some do’s and don’ts. Don’t touch breasts with cold hands. I’ve never yet met any girl who enjoys that straight off, Playing around with ice cubes or lollys is different, that’s consensual. So, do warm your hands first. Yours are warm enough. Don’t squeeze them. They are not putty, unless a girl tells you that is what she wants. So, do be gentle, especially at first. Don’t use teeth on nipples unless a girl asks you to, rather nibble with your lips; you can apply more than enough pressure that way. Ok… I’m going to guide your hands first, show you how I like to be touched… feel away.”

– – – – – –

“Look, Susan.”

“She’s damn good. My little boy is completely mesmerised. Look at his face! He’s in heaven.”

“Look at his cock, straining at the leash.”

“Is Mary going to let him fuck her?”

“I should think so. She is insatiable. If I hadn’t persuaded her to do this job, she could easily have ended up whoring. I’d have made sure she did it properly, quality clients, not street work. No, she’s too talented to be wasting herself sleeping around. This job is perfect for her. You can see how much she’s enjoying it; see her eyelids flickering, head thrown back exposing the erogenous zones around her neck. Tim hasn’t noticed; she’ll lead him there, when she’s ready. I think she will take him home, fuck him in a bed. That’s what she prefers. Poor boy won’t know what hit him. Anyway, we have rules, no fucking in the office.”

“What… not even me.” Susan pouted.

“Well, you, my dear Aunt, are a very special client,” Amy murmured, moving a hand from Susan’s breast, first cupping her damp cunt, then sliding two fingers into her with practised ease. “I’ve never had a client so difficult to dissuade from the path of incest. Kiss me.”

Amy pulled back from the embrace, panting from a quite unexpectedly vigorous assault.

“Wow! You’re excited. I’ve a new dildo harness… do you want to try?”

“And you put all the blame on me for this dalliance? I sometimes wonder if you actually know what you are doing… at the professional level. I’ll try, but leave the big screen on. I want to see my little boy’s face when Mary makes him cum.”

– – – – –

Mary eased Tim off her breast, slowly, as she was enjoying his suckling. He’s a natural, but then most men are, she thought, instinct probably, though Tim’s definitely in the best ten-percent. She enjoyed having her breasts suckled, properly that is, a nice nuzzling suck with the lips far enough in to take the nipple into the mouth, and squeeze from behind with the tongue swirling across the sensitive end.

She’d once had an orgasm from a client who insisted it was possible to orgasm from breast stimulation alone, a woman who’d perfected exactly how and where to apply pressure, though she’d cheated, in Mary’s opinion, by a finger hovering like a butterfly at the entrance to Mary’s vagina and what tipped Mary over the edge was not knowing whether or when she was going to be penetrated.

Suckling, done well, always got Mary wet; she was wet, and tingling, and later, she decided, I’m going to fuck him till he begs for mercy, but I’ll let him think it’s all his own doing, that he’s too sexy to resist.

“Ok?” Mary asked, putting on her soft caring voice. “You’d better stop, Tim, you’re getting me excited.”

She stepped back from him, play acting a little more excited than she actually was for his benefit, smiling warmly, and admiring the more than evident tenting in the disposable boxers he’d donned, thinking how the clearly expressed masculinity of his lower body contrasted with his smooth boyish face and red-flushed cheeks.

“You sure you’ve not done that before? Some girl is going to be very happy.”

Tim blushed even more, if that were possible, and shrugged his shoulders in a half embarrassed kind of way.

“Hop up onto the end of couch, lover boy, and face this way.”

She indicated to where as she was placing a couple of pillows more or less in the centre of the couch, and Tim’s eyes betrayed his excitement. Mary sat cross-legged facing him.

“Calm down, or you’ll explode… again. We’ll deal with that in a while. We’ve plenty of time. Now, pay attention once more.

“Panties and what’s inside them. If a girl is letting you see or touch her panties, she’s already pretty much made up her mind where she wants things to go; not me, of course, because I’m working, sort of, though I don’t mind telling you, Tim, I’m enjoying this, my breasts are still tingling.” She touched her breasts, gently squeezing with her fingertips.

“Anyway back to panties, you can spoil her mind-set in a flash by being over-eager. Don’t go diving straight in. It’s the most intimate part of a girl and she wants to be coaxed, especially at first, to open herself to you.

“There are other times when a girl can’t wait to be taken, she won’t care about gentleness or foreplay, she’ll just want to get your prick inside her, and for you to ride her like the devil; but I don’t imagine you will be meeting one of those just yet.” Not until I get him upstairs Mary told herself.

“So gentleness is the key. I’m going to lay back and I’m going to try not to think of you as my second cousin or whatever, and I want you to do what you think will persuade me to let you take my panties off; I’m not going to guide you, like I did with my breasts. You are on your own. Ok?”

She held his eyes, trying to reassure him, despite his nervous breathing, this was what she wanted—he didn’t know quite how much, or how desperately, she was beginning to crave being touched.

“Ok… but are you sure.”

Mary, aiming for maximum seduction, gaped open the front of her panties teasingly and peered down. “Absolutely. Now it’s a little icky down there because you got me so excited. If you don’t want to… ”

“No… I want to.”

“Ok, then remember what I said, don’t go diving straight in.”

She smiled sweetly and lay back across the cushions, effectively raising her pubis off the couch, and bent her legs at the knee, moving her feet forward until they were just in front of his groin, knowing that if he wanted to reach her panties, he would have to move to where her feet could caress him.