“Heh, alright. I’ll get the car; meet me out front in a minute.” She stood to leave. Ben was about to let out the breath he’d been holding, when she snatched the empty popcorn tub from between his legs. “I’ll throw this away for us. Oh, something got on it…”
He sat, frozen, staring, as she touched a shiny spot on the outside of the bucket, and examined her fingertips, pressing them against her thumb a couple of times. Was that a strand of his semen stretching between her thumb and finger? He swallowed nervously, glad the lights were still low enough to hide the redness he felt spreading over his face.
“Hm.” She touched her finger to her tongue, tasting it. “Not butter. Kinda sticky, whatever it is. See ya out there.”
—
Ben spent the rest of the evening trying to keep his mind off that image of his aunt unwittingly sampling his semen. His cock kept jumping to attention, triggered by things like Trish brushing past him in the apartment, or asking him what he thought of the movie, which reminded him of only one thing. He couldn’t even remember the movie, really. And then he would spend the next fifteen minutes trying to think of something–anything–else, to get it to calm down. By the time they finished dinner he could feel dribbles of pre-cum cooling on his skin all down one leg, and his cock was throbbing in his pants.
She put on the TV, but started streaming music instead of watching anything. “Come on, get up,” she urged him, grinning, grabbing his hands.
“Wha–”
“Come dance with me!”
“Okay Trish,” he said, and couldn’t help laughing with her as they started to move around the apartment. The pure fun of it was almost enough to make him forget his constant arousal. Almost.
She was twisting her hips and bumping into his in time with the beat. Her back curved sinuously under her tank top. Her breasts were hardly obscured as they swung from side to side, and bounced and jiggled. Her flowery shorts were small enough to allow a glimpse of the curves of her soft bottom cheeks, quivering just a bit as she twirled around him.
After a few fun songs and lots of giggling, a slow one came on. She held out her hand, and Ben took it, unsure what to do next.
“You’re going to be on your own in college, soon,” she said, her fingers laying across his palm. “Maybe I need to show you how to really dance with a girl.”
“I don’t know…” Ben shrugged. “I think I can handle it…”
“That’s what I’m worried about.” He arched an eyebrow at her quizzically. “Never mind. Just come in closer.”
“Ah…” He felt a trickle of sweat run down his back. She was so close already, in his arms. Anywhere his eyes tried to go, she was there. His erection had been held at bay for a while by the carefree dancing, but this… This was different. It was raging hard in no time, pressing out against his pants, throbbing insistently.
“Come on.” She pulled him in, fingers electric in his hand. She ran her nails lightly over his palm. “Your stomach should touch the girl’s when you dance like this.”
She drew him in closer, smiling up at him. When did he get taller than her? He looked down into her eyes as the two of them slowly turned. Her free hand was on his shoulder. He did feel her stomach press softly against his.
“You hold my waist, Ben,” she said, and he let his hands land on her, on her hip, on her back. She leaned against him, and laid her head on his shoulder, making his breath catch in his throat. Her skin was damp, hot, on his fingertips. His cock was so hard, straining and pulsing, pressing into the softness he felt all along his body. She had to feel it.
“That’s it,” she whispered, tickling his ear. “Just like this.”
His hands roamed her body as they snuggled together, tracing her spine under her tank top, exploring along the top of her shorts. His shaft twitched against her upper thigh. He felt her breath on his neck, and his own pulse in his throat.
Then the song ended. Trish stepped back, looking at him. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth for a second, he thought, before something seemed to catch her attention down on the floor.
“I, ah, think maybe I should turn in soon,” he said after an awkward moment, forcing a yawn for good measure.
“Alright. I guess I’ll let you get some sleep.” She leaned over, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, then punched his shoulder with a smirk. His erection was pushing hard into his underwear. “See you in the morning, bud.”
He spread out his blanket on the couch as she was making her way from the room. He watched her walk away, ass swaying in her little flowery shorts under that thin tank top, and waited until she disappeared into her room before starting to get undressed. He laid his shirt and then his pants in a neat stack on the arm of the sofa, but decided to keep his boxers on this time.
With another glance at his aunt’s door, still slightly open with a bit of light coming out, he got under the cover and tried to relax. He allowed himself to get his still hard cock unpinned, at long last, pointing it up toward his belly button and letting the head extend past his waistband. It was wet with pre-cum, and slowly dripping. He refused to jerk off with Trish in the other room; what if she heard him? He’d die of embarrassment.
He couldn’t believe how horny he was, thinking about her. His aunt. It was so wrong. If she knew, she’d… Well he wasn’t sure what she’d do, but he didn’t want to find out. He just lay there, hands trembling at his sides, and closed his eyes, letting his cock softly throb and dribble warm fluid onto his stomach.
He might have fallen asleep for a while, or maybe he was just drifting with his thoughts, but a low sound caught his attention. The apartment had gotten very dark and still, but sitting up he could see a faint light coming from the open door to Trish’s room.
His erection had subsided a bit, finally. It was only a little swollen, now. But he had to pee. Quietly, he slipped off the sofa and padded toward the hall in his boxers.
As he got closer, he began to hear a few words. He made out his aunt’s hushed voice, and slowed near the door, peering in. Then he stopped, eyes widening, laying a hand lightly on the wall by the doorframe.
Trish was there. She was on the phone, had it pinned between her ear and a shoulder, speaking occasionally. Her hands were busy with other things. Her tank top was pushed up over her tits. They were big and round, full and soft. She had a handful of one, squeezing, rolling her hard nipple between thumb and fingers.
Ben could hardly breathe as his eyes wandered down the rest of her uncovered body. Her toned stomach was pale and smooth in the moonlight from the window. Her hips were naked, no elastic distorting their natural curvature. Her vulva was bare. No panties, and also no hair at all. Her skin there was gleaming white. Her pussy lips were puffy, swollen. Shiny. She was idly sliding a couple of glistening fingers between her labia, and circling her unhooded clit, spreading her juices all over as she talked quietly on the phone.
She looked up, and locked eyes with him. He was frozen in place. He wanted to run, to disappear, but she was looking right at him. Her eyes held him where he was, in the doorway, staring at her. She didn’t stop what she was doing; her fingers continued to move wetly in her slit as he watched.
“Nothing,” she said breathily into the phone. “Just my socks.”
Ben’s eyes moved down at that, following the creamy expanse of her long, naked legs. She was indeed still wearing her little ankle socks. And he saw her panties caught haphazardly on one foot. Her shorts lay discarded on the floor.
“Yeah I’m close,” she whispered, moving her fingers more quickly. But, not really that much more quickly. She moaned softly into the phone, gazing into Ben’s eyes with a conspiratorial expression. His head was swimming. The way she was looking at him made him feel… invited. He stepped inside the room.
“Okay baby,” she said, in something closer to her usual voice. “I do have to get some sleep tonight. Okay, yeah. You too. Bye.”
She tossed her phone on the bed, and then crossed her arms beneath her breasts, regarding Ben with an inscrutable look. His heart was pounding. She made no move to cover herself; her panties were still pooled around her foot and her tank top rested lightly atop her bare tits, squeezed together and propped up impressively by the position of her arms. Also it seemed she was a little out of breath, so her breasts were best described as heaving. He felt his cock pushing out against the thin material of his boxers, and watched her eyes drop, deliberately, slowly.
“Hey bud,” she said casually.
“Hey… Trish,” he said. His erection was straining, now, seeping. All the pent up tensions from earlier in the day were resurging, stronger than ever. His shaft throbbed, bowed inside his underwear.
“I guess you saw some of that, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassed.
“No need to apologize. It was just an accident, right?”
He looked up. “Of course!”
“So no big deal.” Her arms were uncrossed, now, hanging at her sides. Her whole body open to him like there was no reason for it not to be. He stared as her tits swung easily with her movements. “Do you feel awkward about it? Want to talk?”
He chewed his lower lip for a second. “Who was that on the phone?”
“Just some guy I let have my number. Nobody.”
“But you were… you know…”
“Touching myself?”
He nodded.
‘It wasn’t because of him. I was already doing it when he called. I just wanted to.”
“Oh.” Ben swallowed. “Do you… do you still… want to?”
“Kinda.” She grinned at him. “Do you want me to, you little perv?”
‘I, yeah. Yeah, I really do.”
“Well I’m not going to just do that, you know, by myself. It’s weird.” She fixed her eyes on his. “You have to do it too.”
He felt lightheaded. A warm surge of pre-cum bloomed on the fabric of his boxers where the head of his cock pressed into them. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. You think I want to be the only one? While you just stand there looking at me?”
Ben chuckled nervously. “Mom did say to mind you while I’m here.”
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