Aunt Rosa's Salsa Addiction

Literotic asexstories – Aunt Rosa's Salsa Addiction by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~ Job Hunting ~~~

My dad’s little brother married Aunt Rosa three years ago. Rosa is a Latino woman who is about ten years younger than my uncle – which makes her barely eight years older than me.

Aunt Rosa is 5′ 5″, has a beautiful smile, sexy eyes, and a killer body. She’s not as curvy as most of the women in her family – but I think she’s perfect. She has taut B-cup breasts, a narrow waist, hips made for holding, and a tight little butt. She has dazzling amber eyes and brown hair that reaches to the middle of her back with enough natural curl that she doesn’t need to mess with it to look beautiful.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t lust after my aunt’s body every single time I saw her. My brain immediately started imagining all of the naughty things I would love to do to that woman, given half the chance. I dreamed of nibbling and sucking on every one of her tender bits. When the two of them came to family events, I – inevitably – fell asleep after jerking off to the images of her that my brain recalled in intimate detail.

Aunt Rosa likes to dance. Salsa is her favorite. Some women do yoga to stay fit. Rosa would rather dance. She dances a lot.

Uncle David tried to keep up with her for the first couple years – but it’s a 24/7 thing with her. He doesn’t really want to spend every night of the week at the dance-studio or the bars – but she would happily live there, if she could. He’d been looking for ways to weasel out of taking her – and his sexy little señorita was not happy about it.

Her smile lights up a room. She adores my uncle and smiles most of the time; she only frowns when Uncle David is making excuses not to take her dancing.

~~~ Monday T-14 ~~~

With two weeks before I was supposed to start classes at the local community college, I was job-hunting. Nothing was panning out and I was desperate enough that I ended up at Uncle David’s used-car lot. I did not want to be a used-car salesman – and I’d already built him a website for the business – so I wasn’t sure what else we could work out – but I was running out of options.

He and I were sitting in his office, chatting, when Aunt Rosa came in with his lunch, set it on his desk, and leaned over to give him a kiss. The hem of her short skirt inched upward as she leaned forward and my eyes went to her tight little ass in the little red dancing dress she was wearing.

Uncle David noticed me looking. I thought I was in trouble.

“Rosa!” he said.

“Yes, my love,” she cooed.

“What would you say if I told you I’d found you a dancing partner?”

She clapped her hands together, leaned back over him, and kissed him again. Her right hand disappeared toward his groin and I resisted the temptation to watch her grope him – but my own cock lurched a little – like a stick-shift transmission when you let the clutch out too fast.

My uncle pulled his hot little wife onto his lap. She giggled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.

“Denny, here, is looking for a job,” he told her. “What do you think?”

She turned to me and my heart stopped beating.

Was Uncle David going to pay me to go dancing with his wife?

“Do you salsa?” she asked me.

“I can try,” I stammered out.

I had watched videos. I knew the basics.

Uncle David had complained enough – at family gatherings – about how tired he was – that I had Google’d her favorite dances – to see what there was to it. It was sexy shit – and the few times I’d watched Uncle David and Aunt Rosa dancing – well – I thought it was the closest thing to public sex that I’d ever seen.

Uncle David’s eyes traveled from his wife’s – to mine – and back to hers. He was used to reading people’s eyes.

“Baby?”

“Yes, my love?”

His hand started sneaking up under her skirt – his fingers reaching for her panty-covered slit – if she was wearing panties. My brain started melting.

“If you get horny,” he offered, “like you always do when you’re dancing…” His fingers wriggled in the shadow between her amazing thighs.

“Yes, beloved?” she purred.

“He can help you with that too,” he told her.

Her eyes went to my groin. My brain was numb – and I was sitting down – but I was pretty sure my cock was standing tall.

“Are you sure, my love?” she asked, her voice catching a little, as she looked me over, before turning back to face him.

“Would that be okay, baby?”

“Yes,” she purred. “I would like that.”

He looked up at me and said, “Go check the lot. I’ll be out in a bit.”

As I stood, I tried not to look to see if Aunt Rosa was watching me.

As I approached the exit, Uncle David said, “Close the door, please. I’ll be out shortly.”

As I turned to close it quietly, I saw him pull his wife’s dress off of her – over her head – like yanking the pajamas off of a toddler. Then he picked her up and set her on his desk. I had wondered why his desk always seemed to be so clean. I could hear Aunt Rosa, cussing in Spanish, as I crossed through the front office to head outside. Marjorie had her headphones on and winked at me as I passed her desk. As I left the building, I saw Ray, the only other salesman on duty, chatting with a young couple.

I was looking at one of the newer vehicles that Uncle David had just acquired when a kid about my age came up and started asking me about it. I ducked back into the office to grab the sheets and he & I went over the vehicle, checking out all of the extras it had.

~~~

By the end of the day, I had sold my first car, moved all of my worldly possessions into Uncle David’s basement, and was headed to shopping & dinner with my uncle and his hot wife.

First, we stopped at a clothing store that I didn’t know even existed. Uncle David sat on a couch as Aunt Rosa and a male associate collected several shirts and a few pairs of pants. When she took me by the hand and led me towards the dressing rooms, her husband winked at me.

I stood stunned as she removed my clothing – down to my boxers. The ones I had on were too loose for the tight pants she had selected and she stripped those off of me as well – leaving me stark naked – with her face inches from my phallus – as she finished getting them off of me.

She looked from my dick to my face and said, “Later.”

I’m pretty sure I said, “Fuck!”

She giggled and started wrapping my body in the clothing she had selected. I didn’t like where she wanted the waist – and the shirt was cut almost to my navel – which was embarrassing – until she ran her palm across my chest – and the pants got tighter. She noticed and licked her lips. I think I cursed again.

She rubbed her hands all over me – making sure everything was where she wanted it. We added two more shirts – still mostly black – but with slightly different accents – as well as a second pair of pants.

By the time she had made her selections – and I was dressed once more – I wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

She laid the clothing items on the couch, by my uncle, and crawled onto his lap to straddle him – taking his face in her hands and attacking his lips.

“I’m hungry, my love,” she purred.

He looked over at me – and then back at her and said, “Then we should take care of that, Beautiful.”

We went from the clothing store to the Mexican restaurant. Rosa greeted almost every employee we saw by name. I tried to follow their conversations but my high school Spanish was lacking.

“You taking Spanish in college?” my uncle asked, after the waitress had left to get our drinks.

“Yes,” I replied.

He looked to his wife and suggested, “Denny knows more Spanish than I do – and he needs to learn more. You always want somebody to chatter with.”

She winked at me and said, “I will teach you real Spanish, if you want to learn.”

I bobbed my head – and she snickered.

Denny leaned in and said, “So, here’s the deal. Rosa & I have been trying to have a baby for a while now – and it’s not working. I don’t want to take a bunch of time and go to no fertility doctors. You and me are gonna help each other out. You good so far?”

I swallowed the massive lump in my throat and he laughed.

“I’ll pay you the same thing I’m paying Ray – hourly for time on the lot – plus a commission on sales. In addition, you’ll get that same hourly rate for keeping Rosa busy on the dance floor. She also has some incentives for you.” He glanced at his dazzling wife, smiling.

“When you take me dancing, we will come home and try to make the baby. If you work very hard at practice – or when we are dancing – I will ride you like,” she promised breathily, “las escaramuzas.”

I had no clue what the hell that word meant – but the picture in my mind – and the sultry way she said the words punched my testes into sperm-making overdrive.

~~~

My new home – in Uncle David’s basement – was – with the exception of the bathroom – one large living space.

The kitchen area had a stove-top, a refrigerator, and a two-person table. The entertainment space had a couch, a recliner, a coffee table, and a big-screen TV. In the far corner was the bedroom area – with a double bed and nightstand. I had hung a thin curtain between the bedroom and the rest of the space – but there were no walls – except around the bathroom. That space consisted of a wide wooden pallet to stand on – with a rustic shower faucet screwed onto the concrete wall – with a plain toilet in the corner – and a pedestal sink – with a small set of homemade wooden shelves that now held my personal hygiene items.

There were two entries to my living quarters – wooden stairs up to Uncle David & Aunt Rosa’s – and the steel security door that led to the outside stairs. The only windows were the small rectangles common to most basements. The space was livable – and far closer to school than my parents’ house – but there was still a large drain in the middle of the concrete floor. That harshness was softened by area rugs in each of the main spaces that made up my new home.

I laid in my bed that night, stroking my dick, thinking about my gorgeous aunt – and the promise that a night of dancing would earn me the chance to try to fuck a baby into her. I heard the bottom stair creak and looked up as the golden goddess, who was my uncle’s wife, stuck her head around my curtain. She was gloriously naked. In a state of shock, I realized – as she looked at my groin – that I was still stroking my cock.

She stepped over to the bed, climbed onto my knees, removed my hand, and took over stroking my raging hard-on. Without a word, she held my shaft at the base, and inserted the head of my aching penis into her hot mouth.

“Fuck!” I gasped, finally remembering to breathe.

She sucked – and leaned forward – and my cock slid across her tongue – and into the tightness of her throat. The suction continued – like a milking-machine – and I clenched my fists as my testicles fought to override my will. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. Her eyes were calling to me to flood her stomach with my spend – to fill her belly with my seed. I knew – as soon as I did – this scene would end – and I did not want that. My fists were clenched so hard that my fingernails were digging into my palms. This gorgeous woman had my cock buried in her throat – and I was falling into oblivion.

Her fingertip traced its way from the base of my cock, along my ball-sac, towards my taint – where she pressed – ever so slightly – and the suction – somehow – increased. I gasped – sucking in great gouts of air – as my testicles mutinied and started machine-gunning my seed down Aunt Rosa’s tight throat. Each time my shaft convulsed, she swallowed, and the extra tension – and suction – coaxed a little more of the fluid from my body.

When she finished, I lay powerless – panting.

She leaned over my face, kissed me softly, and whispered, “Tomorrow, I will teach you to salsa.”

She pulled the cover over me – like a loving mother – and then crept back up the stairs.

I wanted – so badly – to turn – and watch her amazing ass – as she left – but my eyes were already closing in exhaustion.

~~~ Tuesday T-13 ~~~

The next day, I sold two more cars. Uncle David was hurrying to replace the ones I’d sold with similar units. He told me to keep doing whatever I was doing and we’d both be rich.

Honestly, I was simply admiring the cars I was most drawn to. When somebody would come up and ask about them, I would start going over the details that I thought were the most attractive – but also highlighting any concerns I had. By now, I didn’t need the stat-sheets. I handed them to the prospective customer and just rattled things off from memory. Each person who bought from me seemed to be thinking about the cars in the same way that I was – and said they were ultimately convinced by my blatant honesty about what I thought the pros and cons were. It didn’t even seem like selling to me. I was just talking to somebody about what I did or didn’t like about the car or truck. Uncle David had lots of decent vehicles – and each one had qualities that made it worth buying.

At lunchtime, Aunt Rosa brought Uncle David and me something to eat. He got lunch, a kiss, and a grope. I got lunch and a kiss – and a lusty look that was full of promise. My belly was full before I even opened the bag she’d brought me.

At quitting time, Uncle David’s wife brought him another homemade meal in a brown, paper bag – and he got another kiss – a lusty kiss that required that he pick his bride up by her ass-cheeks as she attacked his lips. I turned away before I came in my pants.

She walked past me – towards her car – and pointed me to the passenger seat. She drove us to the dance studio and we entered a private practice room. She stripped to her underwear – a sports bra and briefs – and ordered me to do the same. For the next three hours, she ran me through dance lessons, lifts, exercises, and stretching. She told me everything I needed to be working on, what exercises I needed to be doing, and what yoga she thought would help my flexibility.

When we got home, we went through the front door. Uncle David was watching football replays. She took his hand, placed it on her breast, and kissed him as he groped her. She stepped back, smiling, took my hand, and led me to the basement door.

Downstairs, she stripped – and told me to do the same. She led me to the shower where we scrubbed each other as we kissed – and then rinsed off the soap & sweat.

Once we were dry, she led me to the bed and had me lie down.

She was immediately on top of me – my stiff cock buried inside of her gripping tightness. I gasped in shock – just before she kissed me like a newlywed until I was breathless. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered, “I want a baby.”

Her vaginal muscles were unlike anything I had felt before in my life. The girls I had slept with had been inexperienced – and unsure of what they wanted – even hesitant to take me fully inside. Aunt Rosa’s pussy was the polar opposite – experienced, skilled, determined – and yearning to be filled with my seed – to create that spark of life – to make a baby.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, leaned forward to assault my lips, and worked her pussy up & down my shaft.

I had thought myself a fairly experienced lover. I had hoped to give her pleasure before I took my own – but her body knew secrets that mine had not yet discovered. Despite all of that, she cooed as she felt my seed fountain inside of her – and my chest filled with pride.

“Thank you,” she whispered, before kissing me – then turning to suck my phallus clean of our joining – and pulling the cover over me.

I briefly thought I might object that I wasn’t ready for bed – that I hadn’t eaten yet – and then I passed out.

~~~ Wednesday T-12 ~~~

The next morning, I rose early and worked on the stretching & exercises my aunt had ordered. When I got out of the shower, I found a stack of clean laundry on the corner of the coffee table. When I emerged from the basement, I found a glass of milk, a breakfast wrap, and a warm kiss waiting for me.

Uncle Denny came in, scarfed down his provisions, and we headed out the door.

At the end of the day, I had another sale – followed by another intense training session at the studio.

I came home to find a set of brand-new dumbbells sitting on the coffee table. I moved them to the exercise area.

Aunt Rosa appeared with a glass of cold water, a vitamin tablet, and a wrap filled with homemade chicken salad that had an earthy, sweet flavor. When I finished my repast, she stripped my clothes off of me, threw them into the hamper, and led me to my bed – where she wrenched another abrupt orgasm from my body – my seed erupting as my cock lay buried deep inside of her sexy slit.

I’d like to think I lasted a little longer – but who could tell? Her sexy smile – and sultry words of appreciation – was all the lullaby my weary body needed.

~~~ Thursday T-11 ~~~

I wasn’t sure how my routine would change when classes started but – for now at least – the steps were mindlessly simple: exercise, shower, eat breakfast, sell a car, devour Aunt Rosa’s lunchtime offering, sell a car, learn dance & train physically, grab a small bite for dinner, nut in my aunt’s sweet pussy, and pass out.

~~~ Friday T-10 ~~~

Finally Friday.

Marjorie winked at me as I walked the newest customer in to do the paperwork for my latest sale. She had already warned me that – if I didn’t previously have a checking-account – I needed to get one set up.

At quitting time, she handed me a check that dwarfed my current balance.

Aunt Rosa picked us up – and we headed to dinner – Mexican of course. As I climbed into the back seat, I spied a set of our dancing outfits on hangars.

When we went in to eat, my aunt took the clothes with us. Once we had finished our meals, she pulled me into a storage room and we changed outfits.

She tucked our other clothes into a bag with the hangars and walked me back to the table as Uncle David was paying. I lost track of how many of the female employees laid or rubbed their hands on my chest as we moved from the table to the exit. “Guapo” , was the phrase I heard the most – and I think I remembered that being a good thing. Uncle David had his arm around his bride and he was smiling ear-to-ear as the two of them followed me out.

Our next stop was a bar that I’d never been to. Uncle David pulled up to the door – where there was a line of people waiting to enter – and handed the keys to a valet. The bouncer took one look at Aunt Rosa and we were immediately admitted.

Uncle David found a seat at the bar – where he could see the dance floor and his petite wife shook her head at her husband – directing me to trade places with him. I sat down – and accepted a glass of water from the barman – as the golden goddess drug Uncle David to the dance floor.

He laughingly endured one dance – demonstrating his proficiency at the craft – before he abandoned her, walked over, and pointed me at his bride. She pouted – with her hands on her hips – eliciting smiles from some of the couples at tables around the dance-floor.

As I approached, however, her countenance changed completely. She held out her hand and – as the music started for the next dance – we struck our starting pose.

As we danced through song after song, I barely noticed the reactions of the people around us – as I focused on my partner and what her words – and her body – were telling me was coming next. We hadn’t worked on too many extravagant variations yet – but I had (mostly) mastered the basics – and we were working some of the more advanced things into our routine.

As my beautiful partner’s body movements suggested I had – finally – endured to the end, I searched her face to see how I had done. Her palms went to my cheeks and her soft, supple lips touched mine. I held her hips and basked in her praise. As we left the floor – and I returned my aunt to her husband – I noticed a few people clapping. I think they were just being kind. My teacher had worked with me for less than a week – and I knew I had missed more than a few of her queues as we had glided – not quite effortlessly – across the floor.

Aunt Rosa took the rest of the drink from Uncle David’s hand – downed it in one gulp – and then kissed the life out of him – as his hands started at her shoulder-blades and moved to her ass.

When we got home – and the door was closed – Aunt Rosa had me strip – and hand her my uniform. She sent me off to shower as she headed towards the laundry with my sweaty clothing.

I was just rinsing off when the naked goddess slid under the warm spray with me. I kissed her and scrubbed her body clean – enjoying her tantalizing touches. Once we were dry, she led me to the bed – where she laid down and spread her legs.

“I know you have wanted to give me pleasure,” she said. “You have – but not in the way you want. Please do that now. When you have given me that gift, I will take from you again. Your baby will be strong. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the gift you are giving to your uncle and me.”

“Gift?” I asked.

“The family – as you have guessed – must think the child is his. The child will never know the truth.”

“I don’t think that bothers me,” I told her. “Your body is amazing. I am thankful to be asked to help.”

“You and me,” she said, “our love is different. You may doubt what we have at some point – and my heart belongs to your uncle – but you have a piece of me as well.”

I just shook my head and looked at her beautiful face – as she lay beneath me – my swollen prick ready to be stuffed inside of her clenching channel.

“We will have to be more careful – once the baby arrives – but I will still willingly give myself to you,” she promised.

“I will give you as many babies as you want – assuming I’m even up to the task,” I promised in return.

She pulled my lips to hers, grasped my length, and nudged it into her entrance.

“Give me that orgasm that you’ve been wanting me to have. Make me cum on your cock,” she ordered.

I sucked a nipple, nibbling it a little, and pressed into her as deeply as I could reach. She wasn’t actively working her vaginal muscles along my staff – but her chasm was still a clenching chaos – and I fought against my testicles to slide my aching prick in & out of her – striving to see her face as I finally made her cum.

It took several minutes – and several pauses – while I got my body back under control – but her breathing finally became ragged – as she gripped her breasts – and I fucked my cock in & out of her as quickly as I dared without erupting inside of her.

At long last, she gasped, her channel clenched, and a peaceful smile appeared on her face. I arched my back, buried my dick as far inside of her as it would reach, and came in great gouts – my testicles aching with the strain.

She smiled broadly, as she felt me seeding her, and pulled my lips to hers – kissing me softly – the kiss of a gentle lover. I collapsed onto her body and tried to bark out an apology but she shushed me and held me in her arms, the tremors of my orgasm still passing through my entire body. She hooked her ankles behind my ass and held me as I passed into unconsciousness.

~~~ Saturday T-9 ~~~

Saturday looked much like Friday – except without Marjorie handing me another check – although I added two more sales to my account.

My uncle – and Ray – both shadowed me – watching & listening to how I was dealing with the customers. I hadn’t noticed – but they said that I was outselling both of them – and they were planning to copy what I was doing. I told them how I approached things and they just shook their heads – but said they were going to try it. By the end of the day, we’d each sold two more cars and they were pretty happy.

Aunt Rosa picked us up – already decked out in her salsa outfit – sending me back into the office to get changed. She drove us to an outdoor bar – where she ordered me a glass of water and a “vaso de fruta” – before dragging my uncle out onto the floor for his obligatory first dance. I finished my refreshments just as he returned, grabbed my shoulders, and launched me at his hot wife.

The crowds had doubled in size by the time we left the dance floor – a couple hours later. After my kiss, she pinched my ass as we passed through the tables to return to my uncle. He laughed as my pants tented and then pulled his wife in for a lust-filled kiss & embrace.

We returned home, I handed off my sweaty clothes, and went to shower. Aunt Rosa joined me, once more, and I took my time cleaning her body, adoring her beautiful bobs & bits, and sneaking in a kiss or two. I was barely dry by the time she led me, holding my stiff prick in her hand, to the bed.

She spread her amazing body out before me and I crawled in between her knees to devour her neatly-trimmed vulva. Her hands went to my head – and her fingers into my hair – as she moved my mouth to where she wanted me. I tried to use my salsa-skills to learn from the queues her body was transmitting. I was determined that I was going to give her one orgasm before I stuck my cock in her.

~~~ Sunday T-8 ~~~

At breakfast, Uncle David informed me that Sunday was a relaxation day. In the past, he had tried staffing the lot on Sundays but he had found that most people wanted one day when they could browse without being hassled by a salesman.

We moved to the front room to continue our chat.

He told me that – now that he’d seen how I approached the customers – he realized that more and more people responded favorably to a more laid-back approach. The signs – with the hours for the lot – showed – in big letters – that we were closed on Sundays. He had made a practice of cruising by – to see if anybody was browsing. He said that most of the people he saw walking around, showed up, later in the week. Obviously, there was a chance that he missed a couple sales to lots that had salesman waiting to make their pitch but – now that he’d seen what I was doing – he was even more convinced that word of mouth would get around that we were low-pressure and honest. He was even talking to his advertising person about changing his slogan to incorporate that.

“Rosa talked to you?” he asked me.

“About?”

“Love and such,” he clarified.

“I’m good,” I replied.

“She’s worried this will mess with you. She’s usually not wrong. I know it’s weird and shit but I definitely appreciate what you’re doing.”

“You appreciate me sticking my dick in your wife?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him – worried I’d crossed a line with the way I had phrased that.

He smiled and said, “She’s easy to love. I have no doubt that you’ll find a piece of you missing when she gets that baby she wants. Hell, we probably both will. We’ll be sidelined by a hungry little shit-maker who spends all of his time sucking on the breasts we’ve come to love.”

I laughed at him.

“Seriously, though,” he said. “Thank you.”

“I gotta tell you, honestly,” I replied, “this is super weird – and I’m sure we’re fucking with lots of taboos – but she’s amazing. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life.”

“You wanna hear something more amazing? When she’s finished with you, she comes back to my bed and sucks the life & soul out of me too.”

I laughed again.

“I already asked her dad if he’s got any more like her – trying to get you hooked up – but the rest of their family is boys. There’s a cousin or two but they’re married already.”

“I appreciate you asking at least. I’ve never been with a woman like that before.”

“Me neither,” he said, laughing, “and you know I dated around before I found her.”

I nodded, remembering Uncle David’s parade of previous girlfriends – most of whom I lusted after.

“Keep her dancing – and work on giving her that baby – and we’ll worry about the rest when the time comes,” he advised me. “For now, go relax. I think she’s dragging you back to the studio tonight. Friday and Saturday are dance nights; the rest of the week, she delights in watching you work & sweat. Remember, I was in your shoes once. That’s why I’m paying you to endure her torture.”

I thought of some of the torture I endured that I enjoyed more than the training – and got a goofy grin on my face.

He saw it, laughed, and said, “It DOES have its perks. Go. Rest up – or – if you’re so inclined – work on your crunches and arms until you can pick her up and spin her like she wants.”

Thinking that might get me a little more “appreciation”, I headed off to follow his advice.

When she finished with me, hours later, my entire body hurt – well – except my dick – it was just exhausted.

~~~ Monday T-7 ~~~

Uncle David threw me his keys and said, laughing, “Go get those books for your classes – and don’t hurry back. Ray and I would like to get a few sales today too.”

I shook my head and jumped in his car, waiting for a customer to cruise, slowly, into the lot.

I had most of my supplies – and had stopped to grab the last textbook I needed – Intro to Spanish. I was looking over the choices when a caramel-colored cutie stepped up next to me.

I scooted over – to give her room – and she said, “I don’t even know why I need to take this, abuela would blister me if I spoke a word of English in her house.”

I snickered and she quirked an eyebrow at me. I raised my hands, in surrender, and said, “My Aunt Rosa is making me practice. I’m not allowed to use English when we’re working together.”

“What session you have?” she asked.

I told her.

“If we need a study partner, you wanna?” she inquired.

“Me?” I asked, a little stunned. She was gorgeous. Toned, taut, and put together like a younger version of Aunt Rosa – with a smile that took my breath away – and eyes that devoured my soul. I was seriously intimidated.

“What?” she asked, worriedly.

“I’m pretty sure you can find somebody better than me,” I told her.

“Describe your Aunt Rosa,” she ordered.

I started with a physical description and she interrupted me.

“When she makes you practice – what are you practicing?”

“Salsa.”

“Tell me,” she said, her lips curling into a smile that I wanted to attack.

I told her about the workout session from the night before.

She held out her hand and said, “Reina.”

“Reina?” I asked, thinking about its meaning: “queen”.

“I didn’t pick it,” she said, acting embarrassed, dropping her hand.

I looked at her feet and said, “It fits you.”

“Well, aren’t you a little suck-ass?” she said, laughing.

“Denny,” I offered, extending my hand.

“It fits you,” she said, giggling.

The music of her mirth took my breath away. I cough-laugh-snorted.

She laughed harder.

When I could breathe again, I handed her the book, grabbed one for myself, and headed for the cashier.

“See you, Denny,” she called.

I turned, swept my arm into an exaggerated bow, and said, “My queen.”

Her hands went to her hips – suggesting that I was pushing things – but she was smiling.

~~~

Monday night, my stomach muscles were still complaining about how I’d overdone the exercises the day before. Aunt Rosa complained as well – advising me not to get too crazy – trying to hurry things – and making the overall progress slower because I had ignored what my body was telling me. I assured her that my body had not complained at the time and she just laughed.

When we got home, she wrested a load of baby-batter from me and headed off.

I lay there, wondering, how badly I’d screwed up.

“I’m not angry, hijo,” she called from the stairs, “but don’t try to hurry it. It will come. Remember how long I have waited for a bebé. Slow and steady – like making the love.”

She had given me an Iburprofen with dinner – in addition to my vitamin. I just hoped it kicked in soon.

~~~ Tuesday T-6 ~~~

I ran through my exercises, grabbed a shower, and headed upstairs for breakfast – and a kiss.

“Do you need me to grab anything from the store for your classes?” she asked.

“I think I have everything,” I told her. “Thanks, tho.”

Uncle David arrived, ate, and we headed for the lot.

I was chatting with Marjorie when Aunt Rosa brought my lunch. If she thought it was unusual for me to get a lip-lock from my aunt – along with my meal – she didn’t say anything.

I saw a car pull in – and Ray was already busy – so I left my food on her desk and headed to greet our visitor. When I returned to restart my meal, she laughed and said, “Your uncle will make a car salesman out of you yet.” I shrugged and unwrapped the chicken-salad sandwich Aunt Rosa had brought me. I didn’t really want the fresh broccoli – but I knew she’d ask me about it later – while we were practicing – so I finished everything. My dessert was a Ziploc with a small, hand-made version of the “vaso de fruta” I’d enjoyed at the bar the weekend before. It was quickly becoming one of my favorites – the combination of heat & sweet was perfect.

As I thought about it, that description fit Aunt Rosa pretty well too – and – from what I had seen so far – my new acquaintance, Reina. I smiled, thinking about her cute face, hot body, and sexy responses.

“You meet someone?” Marjorie asked me, looking at my face.

“Maybe,” I replied, laughing, still thinking about her.

“Just be you,” she advised.

“Thanks,” I said.

I finished my meal, trashed the wrappings, and headed back to the lot.

~~~

My abs were mostly recovered – so – of course – Aunt Rosa spent the night having me do lifts and twirls – and I was aching by the time we collapsed into my bed.

“I love you,” I told her, as she lay next to me, waiting for me to signal that I was ready for her to extract her daily dose of human-seed from my lifeless corpse.

“I love you, too, sobrino, ” she purred. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. My stomach was in no shape for me to be on top – and I would be in even more pain by the time she had sucked the semen from me – but I was already rock-hard – anticipating the glorious release.

As usual, she kissed me, thanked me, and sucked me clean – before tucking me in.

~~~ Wednesday T-5 ~~~

My stomach was still in knots, Wednesday night, when we finished training – so Aunt Rosa upped my pain-killers. She didn’t change any of our routines, however, and I endured – and fell unconscious, once more, with a smile on my face.

~~~ Thursday T-4 ~~~

By bedtime on Thursday, I was feeling good enough to be on top again.

My taboo-lover purred at me as I brought her to orgasm – first with my mouth – and then with my penis – praising me for my improving skills and endurance.

She flipped me onto my back and wrung me dry as I attacked her amazing breasts and her lusty lips – telling her how badly I wanted to give her a child.

I was still conscious when she finished – though exhausted – and we cuddled & kissed as she lay atop me – with my phallus stuffed inside of her – praying that this time it would take.

~~~ Friday T-3 ~~~

Marjorie handed over my check and I hurried to the bank to more than double my current balance. I had almost no expenses so far – and my account was growing rapidly. With the small scholarship that I’d earned, it could be nearly a year before I would need to touch those funds.

I thought about buying a new laptop but the one that mom & dad had bought me – towards the end of high school – was more than adequate to get me through at least the first couple years of college.

Aunt Rosa picked us up and we began our Friday night routine: eat a light dinner, change outfits, endure compliments from the restaurant employees (most of which I now translated without effort), and head to the dance club.

As I took Uncle David’s place, I recognized a few faces from the previous week. I was actually kind of looking forward to showing off the new stuff that Aunt Rosa had been teaching me. By the end of the night, I was doing much better than I had the week before – and nodded my head to a few appreciative spectators.

~~~ Saturday T-2 ~~~

I sold three more cars Saturday morning.

Aunt Rosa showed up a little early and I got changed. We danced around the front office, working out a few kinks that my uncle’s wife wanted fixed before we headed to the club. Marjorie enjoyed watching us. Before she finished her shift, Aunt Rosa had me coach the woman through the basic steps while she observed me. Once the receptionist headed home, she gave me some pointers on how to explain things more clearly for first-timers. I just shook my head, thinking about where I’d come from a couple weeks before.

We returned to the outdoor bar, once more, and my mouth was already salivating – anticipating my weekly “vaso de fruta” – which I thoroughly enjoyed as Uncle David gave in to his wife’s demand that he give her the first dance.

I focused on trying not to screw up the corrections that Aunt Rosa had coached me through at the car lot – and ended up making one of them worse. She laughed, pushed me through it, and we fixed it the next time. She complimented me that I’d improved on the others, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

The crowds had – once again – doubled – by the time we left the dance floor – after my kiss. Uncle David was applauding when we got to where he was sitting.

I heard a somewhat familiar voice say, “¡Buen trabajo!” and turned to see Reina.

“Reina mía,” I replied, with a short bow.

She shook her head at me, smiling.

In the best Spanish I could muster, I attempted to introduce my new friend to my aunt – and explain to each who the other was. I finished with, “.. and this is my Uncle David.”

“This is Reina,” his wife jumped in, “she and Denny have Spanish class together.”

He laughed and said, “It sounds like it should be an easy ‘A’.”

Reina took his proffered hand, shaking it firmly. Uncle Denny likes a good handshake and I could see – with his raised eyebrows – that his assessment of her had moved up two pegs.

“Well, I’ll let you guys go,” she said, “I just saw you two dancing and wanted to say ‘hey’.” She turned to go.

“Hasta, lunes, reina mía.”

She shook her head and kept walking.

“Muy bonita,” Aunt Rosa whispered, smiling at me.

“Yeah,” Uncle David added, “she’s got a sweet little ass.”

That comment earned him a hot kiss and a little light petting. We got up to leave before the barman came to shut down the festivities.

~~~

When we were lying in bed – Aunt Rosa slowly riding my aching cock – she questioned me about my new little friend. I told her that we’d just met.

“You like her,” she stated – it wasn’t a question.

“I don’t even know her yet,” I argued.

She smiled and said, “She likes you as well, I think. She smiled a lot.”

She kissed me jealously. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

“I like her,” she told me.

I looked into those bottomless eyes and said, “I’m glad. We will see.”

“We will,” she replied, smiling.

And – with that – her gentle love-making turned into the nut-wrenching sex that I had come to expect from my experienced lover.

I had the satisfaction of finally enduring long enough for her to cum at the same time as I did. It had been a near thing – but I could tell she was getting close – and hung on until the very end. Her praise was effusive – and her kisses – afterwards – were threatening to reawaken my exhausted penis.

She sucked me clean, pulled the cover over, gave me one last peck on the lips, and prowled off to fuck my uncle. I watched her amazing ass all the way to the stairs – where she turned and smiled at me.

~~~ Sunday T-1 ~~~

I slept in, grabbed some leftover breakfast, and returned to my cave to do some stretching and light exercise – being careful not to overdo it again. I went out for a jog and explored the area around my new home.

After lunch, Aunt Rosa was ready to get me back to training. As we headed out the door, she called out to my uncle that we’d be back in time for her to fix dinner. He waved at us and went back to his replays.

Four hours later, I was tired – but not exhausted – when we returned home.

I offered to help my aunt with dinner but she sent me off to the shower – informing me that Uncle David could help her.

“More like help himself – to your ass,” I thought to myself – but headed down the stairs without saying it out loud.

When I sprinted up the steps – several minutes later – he did, indeed, have his hands on her ass – and his mouth on the back of her neck – as she worked to try to get the rest of the food onto the table.

Her sexy giggle had my penis inflating. Her gorgeous body didn’t hurt either. She was still wearing the sports bra and leggings from practice – with a flour-covered apron over it all – like a scene from every incest manga.

~~~ Monday T-0 ~~~

I got to Spanish class early – anticipating the arrival of “my queen”.

She had on a tight white tank top that showed off her midriff and did little to hide the lacy black bra beneath her shirt. She wore a pair of black skin-tight shorts that accentuated her magnificent ass. She had on white ankle-socks with black cross-trainers.

I realized my mouth was hanging open and shut it. When she got close, I started to stand – to give her the little bow again – and she hissed, “You do and I’ll punch you.” Her giggle countered the fire in her eyes – but I chose not to risk it.

She brushed her ass against my shoulder as she spun to drop into her seat.

I expected her to apologize – knowing it was intentional – but she just looked over at me and grinned wickedly.

I made a show of adjusting my growing hard-on and she snickered. (Actually, it wasn’t that much of a show – assuming the contact was, indeed, intentional – we were off to a roaring start.)

In the best Spanish I knew, I whispered that she was flawlessly beautiful and that the flowers blushed in embarrassed envy whenever she passed.

She did punch me then.

I fluttered my eyelashes at her and she gave herself over to a fit of giggles – which died away when the professor walked into the classroom.

As the instructor went over the syllabus and the attendance rules, Reina picked my phone up and held it for me to unlock.

When she handed it back, it was on the New Contact screen – with all of her vitals entered – waiting for me to hit “Save” – which I did.

I showed her the “Hello” text that I was going to send, raising my eyebrows, and looking – meaningfully – at her device, lying on her desk, and she nodded.

I hit send and she quickly snatched the phone up and held it against the crotch of her shorts. When it vibrated, loudly, a couple seconds later, she gave me a lusty smile.

I cough-snorted – and the professor stopped talking to see what had exploded.

I looked up at him, aghast, trying to figure out what to say – when I felt tissues touch my hand – and looked over to see Reina handing me several Kleenexes.

“Lo siento,” I said, accepting the tissues from my beautiful savior.

“Salud,” he said – and then went back to his explanations.

I decided my safest path forward was to ignore her for the rest of the period.

When the class ended, I turned to her and said, “I’m not sure I can sit next to you. You’re going to get me expelled or killed.”

She leaned over, kissed my cheek, stood, gathered her things – and walked to the door.

I fucked her ass with my eyes as she took every step.

She looked back at me, from the doorway, and mouthed “Coming?”

I mouthed, “Not yet,” in reply.

She snickered as I grabbed my things to follow her.

Once we were outside, in the hall, she asked me, “Do you think Aunt Rosa would teach me as well?”

“I would think so,” I told her, “I’ll ask tonight.”

“How often do you practice?” she asked.

“Every night,” I told her.

“Shit!”

“She repeatedly tells me that it takes time – everything does. I don’t think she would expect you to learn it overnight.”

“Mamá tried to teach me. I was a poor student. Watching you makes me want to learn though.”

“I’ll ask,” I promised.

She gave me another peck on the cheek and headed off to her next class.

She didn’t look back but I was sure she knew I was staring at her ass the whole time. Uncle David was right.

~~~

My classes were over by noon – and I headed to the car lot to try to get a couple sales made before it was time for Aunt Rosa to drag me off for my daily episode of “Crime & Punishment”.

As she drove to the studio, I devoured my food.

“Thanks for leaving lunch at the shop for me,” I told her.

“De nada,” she replied.

“It is, though,” I responded. “Your food is amazing and you make it seem like it’s effortless but I know better. I had to make my own meals most of the time – because mom & dad were already gone to work. Thanks.”

She smiled.

I knew her feeding me also contributed to her getting the dance partner she wanted – but she still deserved my gratitude.

“Did you see Reina today?” she asked, smiling a knowing smile.

I told her how she’d gotten me into trouble – and out of it – and about her question.

Aunt Rosa raised her eyebrows when I told her about Reina’s flirtatious behavior.

“Mexican girls can be more overt than others,” she told me, “but it’s pretty obvious that she’s interested in you. Combine that with her watching you dance and then wanting to learn, I think it’s safe to say that you have ‘una novia’. Invite her to practice – whenever she can come – and we’ll find out how serious she is.”

During our practice, my seductive aunt brushed or groped my cock more times than she ever had in the past. When I asked her about it, she said, “I’m just making sure you realize that I’m still here.”

I wrapped her face in my hands and gave her a scorching kiss.

She responded by pulling my groin against hers – and then proceeded to nearly destroy me before she called it a night and we headed home.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

When Reina dropped into the seat beside me at Spanish class, I told her that Aunt Rosa had invited her to join us for practice. She seemed scared and excited at the same time.

I texted her the address and the approximate time we usually arrived at the studio.

She said she already had an appointment for that day – but would come the following day. She leaned over and kissed my cheek just before the professor stepped into the room.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at her lips. I’d felt them on my face multiple times – but I longed to press mine against them. I also really wanted to press something else of mine against her body – a little lower – but that would have to wait.

At the end of class, she gathered her things and stood, waiting for me.

When I looked up at her, she said, “Come on, you can watch me walk away after we’re done talking.”

My face flushed a little and she giggled as I hurriedly grabbed my things.

She led me to a bench, in the shade, just outside of the building.

“I’m still sorting this out,” she told me, “but I’m very attracted to you.”

“Me too,” I told her.

“I’m super flirtatious – and it’s gotten me into trouble before,” she admitted.

“You’re a succubus?” I teased.

She grinned at me, wickedly, and I wanted to kiss her more than ever.

“Listen,” I told her, “I’m very attracted to you as well – and I’ll take it as fast – or slowly – as you want – but if you touch or kiss me – expect me to reciprocate. Is that fair?”

She looked into my eyes. Her eyes were like Aunt Rosa’s. I could get lost in them.

“That’s fair,” she said, finally, snapping my attention back to her face.

She wrapped her palms around my cheeks and kissed me softly, taking a half step back when she was done.

“I lied,” I told her. “I can’t do this. What do I need to do to get you to fall in love with me?”

She laughed but grew serious when she realized I wasn’t really kidding.

“I will try not to do that anymore until I’m ready for your response,” she said.

“I assume Aunt Rosa will have you dancing with me,” I told her. “Salsa is a lot of touching. Are you going to be okay with that?”

“I can handle that,” she replied.

I laughed and said, “Okay.”

“It’ll be fine,” she said, a little perturbed.

I straightened my face up – but I was pretty sure I was going to be touching her a lot more than she expected.

When we parted, she turned back – after several steps – to look at me staring at her ass. She winked and turned to walk on.

~~~

During practice, I shared the whole conversation – as well as my opinions and questions – with my partner & teacher. She nodded – and we went through our routines. She added a couple new twists on what I already knew.

~~~

As I drove my needy cock into my aunt’s pussy, an image of Reina appeared in my mind – and I shook my head to clear it away – so I could focus on the woman who was giving herself to me.

“It’s okay,” Aunt Rosa told me – somehow knowing what had happened.

“No, it’s not,” I replied – pausing to kiss her with a lover’s kiss – before once more sliding my sex in & out of hers.

She wrapped her hands around my ass-cheeks, hanging on tightly, pulling my dick deeper & deeper into her – brushing her cervix. She moaned each time the head of my prick touched her womb.

I looked down at my beautiful lover – my aunt – my uncle’s wife – and the woman I was trying to impregnate. Never before – in my life – had I been with a female who was as drop-dead gorgeous as this one.

I thought of all of the times I had jerked off to images of her in my mind – and here I was – fucking her – for real – trying to get her to cum on my cock – before I dump a load of semen into her – striving to fill her womb – and fertilize her egg.

Everything about this woman excited me and aroused me – her hair, her face, her eyes, her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her waist, her navel, her mons, her clit, her labia, her glorious pussy, her sensitive taint, and her amazing ass. Her toned thighs and legs were beyond compare as well. I have no clue what her feet looked like – they might be eagle talons for all I knew – but the rest of this woman was like honey to a hungry bear.

She cooed and purred as the first orgasm wove its way through her body. I ground my teeth as her vaginal muscles clenched around my intruding rod – crying out for my seed.

Once I was good again, I focused – once more – on using my dick to bump and rub the places – inside of my lover – that would bring her to climax again.

I hadn’t started with oral this time – hoping to prove to her – and myself – that I was getting better at keeping my testes under control.

I didn’t quite make it. She kind of cheated – but I didn’t really feel robbed.

She was approaching her second climax – and her breathing was growing more ragged – and her pussy was grasping at me – and I floundered – and the tsunami of my orgasm claimed me.

I felt her channel clench – with her second climax – just after I called out her name – and my semen started splashing against the entrance to her womb.

She held me tightly and I felt her channel work to milk the last of the semen from my urethra.

I collapsed onto her, spent.

She pulled my chin up and kissed me lovingly.

Once I regained my strength, I stood to my feet, she rolled to her knees, sucked my cock clean, and then climbed from the bed to stand next to me. She took me into her arms and kissed me greedily. I would have willingly thrown her onto the bed again and fucked another load into her – but I was tired.

She laid her hand on my chest, gave me one last peck, and turned to walk to the stairs. I stared at her gorgeous body until it disappeared, up the stairs.

I collapsed onto my bed and barely had the strength to pull the cover over.