“Oh did she.” Trish smiled, fixing him with a predatory gaze. “Then, show me your cock.”
He took a breath. This felt crazy. Ben tucked his thumbs into his boxers and eased them down, exposing his thick shaft. Trish was watching closely as his full erection was slowly revealed. He got past the swollen head and it sprang free, surging to new levels of hardness, pulsing upward as they both looked on.
“Oh, my,” she breathed. “You have gotten to be a big boy, haven’t you?”
“Really?”
“Take it in your hand, Ben,” she said, moving her own fingers toward her still slick pussy.
“Okay.”
She was lightly stroking her outer labia, so to start off he just ran his fingers along his shaft, making his cock bounce and twitch in the air. There was a bead of cloudy fluid growing at his opening. He made a little circle around the end of his erection with one fingertip, smearing the pre-cum there.
“That’s it,” she purred. “Spread it over the head of your cock.”
She dipped a finger into her slit, and pulled it out slick with glistening juices, dragging them over her clit. She spread her lips, breathing heavy. He closed his hand around his shaft without taking his eyes off her pussy, and began to slide it up and down. He pumped in a steady rhythm, as her digits slipped in and out of her wet opening, making her nectar flow over her folds and down her inner thigh. He groaned, squeezing harder. His balls were churning.
“Are you getting close?” she asked, breathlessly. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Oh god,” he groaned, tingling from root to tip, as his balls simmered and pre-cum flowed freely. His hand slid over his shaft and the ridges of his cock head with ease on a layer of warm seminal fluid. He was making sounds, obscene wet sounds as his hand flew up and down his length. He was panting. “Yes,” he croaked. He looked around desperately.
“You think I want to clean these sheets?” she said. “You can go on me.” She reclined on the edge of the bed, one arm behind her head. “Just let those ropes of cum shoot all over me,” she whispered, moving her fingertips in small, frantic circles around her clit as she lay below him. Ben was trembling, on the edge of orgasm. He stepped close, until his naked legs were up against her bare, warm skin. His cock was vibrating. He felt his balls touch her stomach, and erupted.
A thick snake of creamy semen plopped heavily onto her belly, lying low across her hips like a garter belt. A second spurt arced over her stomach and pooled in her navel as he pumped his shaft with more abandon, letting the cum fly carelessly over his aunt’s exposed body. He spattered her tits, gooey clumps hanging from her hard nipples and dripping slowly down the slopes of her breasts. She was crying out with her own release, fingers a blur between her legs as his semen rained down over her.
Finally the deluge came to an end, as Ben’s cock lay at rest upon her belly, dribbling thin fluid onto her skin. He wished he could sear the image before him into his mind for ever. His beautiful aunt Trish, absolutely drenched in cum. His cum. Oozing down over the lips of her pussy before his eyes. Flowing into the crevices around her clit. She began to run her hands up and down her stomach, spreading the semen over herself like lotion. Up over her tits, down to her pussy, rubbing it into her opening with her fingers.
“Wow,” she laughed. “What a load! You must have really needed that, huh?”
“I–” He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe he’d just coated her in semen. He felt like he was dreaming.
“It’s alright,” she said, taking his hand. “I needed it, too. Why don’t you come on up here with me.”
“Okay.”
He climbed up in the bed with her, watching as she continued to rub his cum over herself. She was glistening from thighs to throat. She lay on top of the covers as it absorbed into her skin, gazing at Ben.
“Let’s get some sleep.” She slipped an arm around him. His spent cock nestled wetly along her hip as he snuggled in close. So much confusion filled his mind. It was surpassed only by his exhilaration at the feel of her warm body, smaller than his, wriggling sensually in his arms, skin against skin. Her nipple pressed firmly into his palm as he gave her breast a gentle squeeze. He pushed his racing thoughts aside for tomorrow, and began to drift off.
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He was slightly surprised to wake up in his aunt’s bed the next morning. Then his memory of the previous night came crashing back. He sat up, looking around. Trish must have cleaned up a bit already; her shorts and his boxers were both missing from the floor.
His mind was racing. He and his aunt had masturbated together. He had cum all over her. And now she was gone. Probably left the bed as early as she could, disgusted by what he’d done to her. He felt sick, worrying about what she must think of him now.
He realized he never actually went to the bathroom after he got up in the night, and now it really couldn’t wait any longer. Making his way out to the hall, he nervously held his hands over his semi-flaccid penis. He didn’t see Trish. Or his boxers anywhere. Or, glancing at the couch, his other clothes, where they had been stacked. He had more in his backpack, but that was hanging on a peg in the kitchen and he wasn’t ready to try sneaking out there in the nude. He slipped quickly into the bathroom and was able to take care of one problem, at least.
Then he thought he might wrap a towel around his waist, but didn’t find any on the wall. He was starting to wonder what the hell was going on, when the door swung open and in came Trish with a folded stack of them. Ben’s chin dropped nearly to the floor. She was still naked. More naked than she’d been before, actually. Her tank top and ankle socks were gone. There was no fabric anywhere around, save the armful of towels she was carrying, her rosy breasts resting perkily atop the fluffy stack.
“Hi Ben,” she said cheerfully. “Just taking care of some laundry,” she went on, easing past him into the small room to hang one up by the shower. His cock was still thick and heavy with pent-up arousal. As she passed by her pert bottom brushed against him, and his penis felt each soft round cheek, and the delicious valley between them. His reaction was immediate. He began to swell and rise.
“Oh god,” he murmured under his breath.
Trish was opening a cabinet under the sink. She leaned down with the remaining towels and began to rummage around in there, bent over with her legs just barely parted. Ben couldn’t help but stare. It was all he could do not to drool. Her cheeks pulled apart just enough for her tight little rosebud to peak through, while her puffy labia pouted below, a thin sheen of dewy moisture decorating her pink inner lips.
Ben’s cock was standing straight out, as hard as he thought he’d ever felt it. It pulsed up and down as he watched his aunt’s ass flex with her efforts below. A warm sensation crawled up his urethra, gathering in the head until a bead of thick cloudy pre-cum began to grow from his opening, and cling precipitously to the tip of his engorged erection as it bobbed and twitched, tingling, in the air.
“There we are,” said Trish, backing up so she could stand. She bumped into him, her delicate ass pressing into his throbbing cock. “Ooh,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him, but not making any effort to move away.
“Aunt Trish,” he said, moving his hands to her hips, holding her tighter against him. “You’re naked.”
“So are you, Ben.”
“You did something with all my clothes.” She was standing up, now, leaning into him. His hands moved up her ribs, closing on her breasts. He squeezed one of her nipples, hard as it was rapidly becoming, between his thumb and fingers, rolling it gently. “Why?” he managed, amid a low groan.
“Like I said,” she breathed, pushing back against his straining cock, “I was just doing the laundry.” She reached behind, curling cool fingers around his feverish shaft, stroking him up and down. She turned to face him without letting go, meeting his gaze as she tightened her grip on his erection. Her tits were crushed against his chest as he slid his hands over her arms, and down her back, clutching her ass.
Her face was so close to his. She looked into his eyes as he got closer, seeming to hold her breath. Her lips parted as he slowed his approach. He kissed her, softly laying his lips upon hers. She seemed to pause for a second, and then melt into him, her lips slipping against his with wet abandon, and then her tongue making an urgent appearance. He met it with his own, two tongues dancing together in a close embrace, first inside his mouth, and then hers.
Ben’s heart was racing. His aching cock was driven into the soft skin of her stomach, dragging against her as she moved in his arms, squirming and wriggling. Her hands ran over him as well, nails prickling lightly around his nipples, his stomach. The base of his shaft, making him jerk and tremble.
“Besides,” she whispered, “I thought we could spend all day like this.” She trailed a nail down the length of his cock. “Naked together.”
He gaped at her. “Au–” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he started again. “Trish, I don’t know if we should be doing this…”
“Do you even know what to do with a naked woman for a whole day, Ben?” she asked sweetly. “I don’t think so, not yet anyway. But I’ll show you. You can get some practice in so you’ll be ready for college.”
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