“Unh… fuck… enjoying your first kiss?” she grunts out, gasping as he moans his approval from under her, and redoubles his efforts. Deepens his kisses, pressing hard with his tongue.
“You’re such a good little cunt muncher… God… aunt Lexi is going to cum on your face, OK?” she gasps. Lexi can feel him nod through her hands wrapped in his hair, and doubles her pace, grinding furiously against him. Dragging her pussy up and down, smothering him completely as she leans forward to press her clit down.
“Mmph,” Clif can hardly breathe, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop. The hard edges of Lexi’s wedge sandals dig into his ribs like spurs as she clenches her thighs. But in the pain, there’s pleasure, and Clif presses his face up against her, eagerly trying to suck harder, to force his tongue deeper.
Lexi can feel it building, a tidal wave inside her. The tightening of muscles. Sending lightning up her spine. And then she goes blank, as the wave peaks, and curls. She freezes in place, almost vibrating as she crushes her sex down on him.
“Fuck… fuck… FUCK… Cliffffyyy.” Lexi squeals, forgetting how to be quiet. Lost in the moment as the wave crashes. Her hole clamps down like a vice against his tongue, then pulses, as a sudden gush of fluid fills his mouth.
Half-suffocated, he drinks her like nectar, still kissing, licking, and sucking as the tide stems, and finally stops. She collapses in a heap on top of him, crushing him into the bed.
Completely pinned, Clif laps at her as she quivers out the last of her orgasm.
But sooner or later, he’s going to have to breathe. Lexi shows no signs of stirring, and finally, out of options, Clif flexes his shoulders, clearing just enough room to twist his head aside. Letting her soaked slit smear across the side of his face.
For a few minutes he just lays there, gasping heavy breaths past the crook of her hip. Feeling her pussy drip glassy strands onto his cheek and down his neck. Finally, head clearing, he tries to take stock. The room reeks of sweat and other things, and the corner of the mattress under his head is a sodden mess. His mouth is full of Lexi’s tangy taste, his upper chest covered in sweat, some his and some hers. His tongue is exhausted, his jaws aching a deep pain.
And he’s never felt so alive.
His aunt is still twitching on top of him. His cock is hard as stone, pointing straight up. He’s covered in her scent. Catching up on breath, he feels a sudden surge of passion, lowering his mouth to kiss her strong leg. Gently sucking his way up her smooth thigh. Nipping at the delicate flesh in the crook of her hip.
“Ohhhh fuck…” Lexi comes back to earth to the sensation of his gentle teasing. She half-gasps, half-grins down at him, “naughty boy…” she teases.
No energy left in her to push him further. No energy left to make him stop. She just leans against the bedframe and lets him play.
This is it. She decides. This is what I’ve been missing.
All those wasted hookups, when I could have been training a boy from scratch.
She looks down at Cliffy -her little toy- exhausted, covered in her juices, and still worshiping her. Her grin falls away, her eyes softening. From predatory lust to something new. Gentler. Possessive.
He looks up to see her staring at him, and tired or not, his grin lights up the room.
**************
Downstairs, the party rages on. Water splashes. Kids scream and shout. Uncles bluster. Aunts chitchat. The grill is closed and the ice cream comes out.
Upstairs, it’s quiet. Except for the occasional rattle of a bedframe to the tune of a shiver. A hushed voice. Half-muffled moans. And the slow, rhythmic schlick, schlick, schlick of a hand full of lotion, lazily working its way up and down a rock hard, 8-inch cock.
“Shhhh, Cliffy, don’t be so noisy,” Lexi hisses in his ear, “we wouldn’t want any interruptions, would we?”
His board shorts are on the floor with her skirt. He’s sitting on the edge of her bed, her every steaming curve pressed up against his naked back, as she reaches around him to stroke her slick hand from his base to tip with agonizing slowness.
Her other arm is wrapped around his shoulder, palm clamped firmly over his mouth. Stifling his moans and groans as his body shakes and legs twitch. His arms would be shaking too, if they weren’t wrapped behind them both, his handcuffs occasionally rattling, pressing against Lexi’s lower back as his hands flex and grasp at nothing.
“Good boy… do you like it when auntie plays with your cock?” she teases, to groans of approval.
“What was that? Do you want me to stop?” her hand freezes, and Clif groans as her delicate fingers gently circle the tip of his penis. Blue-painted nails just barely resting against his inflamed red glans.
“Mpph!” Clif grunts as he jerks his hips up, desperate for more. For anything.
“Ohhhh, you wanted me to keep going? Okay.” Lexi tightens her hand to nearly a fist, an almost painful grip, and slowly draaags it to his base, pulling back on his foreskin and letting thick ripples of lotion squish out around her fingers.
Clif’s legs jerk and kick, his thighs flexing as his eyes roll back, and he moans almost a scream into Lexi’s hand. The veins of his cock almost visibly pulsing. Hovering on the agonizing edge of orgasm for the third time in as many minutes.
“Like that?” she grunts, “did that feel good? If I let you talk, will you be a good boy and beg for it?”
Slowly, carefully, she loosens her grip on his face. Peeling her hand off his mouth as he gasps a few quick breaths.
“Please Lexi, please, oh my God, I’ll do anything, just let me-” his babbling is interrupted as her hand comes back down, her index finger pressing gently to his lips.
“Mmmm. I love it when you act like a little slut…” she murmurs.
“You’ll do anything, hmmmm?” she continues, “well… there is one thing…” he gasps again as she draws her hand slowly back up his quivering, red-hot cock.
“Anything!”
“I don’t know, baby… it’s pretty naughty. Maybe we should just stop.”
“I’ll do it, I promise! Just let me cum!” he gasps, his whole body almost vibrating with the tension of his pending orgasm.
Lexi smiles to herself behind his back, relishing the moment of absolute control. Her sister’s prize, literally in the palm of her hand. And now, to claim it -to claim him- for her own.
“I have this thing I like…” she murmurs, leaning in, gripping his length firmly in her hand. Feeling each pulse of warm blood through his cock. Feeling his ragged breathing against her arms. The sweat from his back soaking her thin shirt, coating her tits. The wet shirt leaving the hard buds of her nipples on full display.
“If you really want it… you have to call me Mommy.”
“What?” Clif wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that… Mommy… what did that even mean? His mind went to his own mom, Grace, and even here, now, that was almost enough to lose his erection.
She can feel it too. The flinch in his shoulders. No pulse in his cock when he said that. No kink in this boy. Just fear. But she can fix him. Lexi can show him what he’s been missing. The kind of Mommy a boy like him needs.
“You heard me, Cliffy,” she whispers harshly, “If you want it, you’ll call me Mommy, and you’ll fucking mean it.”
“I don’t know…” he hedges, “it’s kinda-”
“Oh, ok,” she mutters, “that’s fine. You don’t have to.”
And just like that, her soft, warm hand is gone. Leaving his cock bobbing in front of him like a bar of iron. Suddenly cold and lonely.
Lexi has a tissue out, wiping off the lotion. All business.
The handcuffs rattle as Clif suddenly tries to turn to face her, “Wait, you can’t just leave m-”
Just like that, her free hand claps back over his mouth, and she hisses, suddenly furious, “Oh I can’t, can I?”
“Let me tell you how this works, Cliffy,” her nails dig cruelly into his cheek as she turns his head, until her lips are right up against his ear, “You need to understand that you’re my little toy today, I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. Do you understand me?”
Suddenly scared, he nods.
“Good. Now. Cliffy… Do you want aunt Lexi to play with you?”
He nods again.
Slowly, her hand lets go of his mouth, “Good. Now be a good little bitch, and tell Sexy Lexi what you want.”
Clif has never been so conflicted in his life, but his little brain wins out, “I want to… I want to cum…”
He can almost feel Lexi raise her eyebrow. “… please, Mommy.”
“Ooooh, good boy,” she moans in his ear, and quick as a flash, her hand is back. No teasing this time, just firm, steady strokes as she brings him back to full hardness. And then further.
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