She stroked softly, marvelling at how quickly the young organ responded to her touch. It pushed against her fingers, swelling to a length that enabled Holly to wrap a second hand around his base. She did so, massaging under the duvet to elicit more unconscious groans from her sleeping nephew.
She pulled back his foreskin to access his more sensitive glans, only to gasp as precum smeared her hand. So horny from so little, she mused, amazed at the virility of youth. She dabbed a pearl of it to her tongue and shivered at her first taste of sex in months. Without further thought, inflamed by her indulgence, she draped her lips over her nephew’s cock.
‘Oh, fuck, Aunt Holly,’ Tom’s muffled voice whispered.
She froze like a deer caught in headlights, hoping against all odds that the voice was a product of her imagination.
‘Don’t stop,’ he said.
She obeyed his instruction and bobbed up and down his now throbbing shaft. With consciousness came vigour, and he began thrusting his hips, challenging her throat with his glans.
Drawing on experience, she placed her hands on his thighs, calming his hips so she could pleasure him without discomfort. It was a boon for him as well as her; Holly sucked and swirled her tongue over every inch, bestowing delights that no girl Tom’s age had ever matched. Whenever he came close to cumming, she eased off, waited for it to pass, then built the pleasure again.
As much as Holly loved the idea of sucking him to orgasm, she had come to his room with other carnal pursuits in mind. Leaving his cock wet with her saliva, she crawled up the bed and poked her head out from under the duvet. ‘How did you know it was me?’ she asked playfully.
‘Who else would it be?’
‘Your cousin? Would you like that?’
Using her own daughter for incestuous dirty talk gave Holly pause for thought. It somehow seemed like a line — even after all that had happened — she shouldn’t cross. But damn, she admitted to herself, crossing lines was hot.
‘I prefer her mum,’ Tom said.
With that, he sat up and removed Holly’s nightie, followed by his own clothes. He then flipped her onto her back and kissed her for the first time, demanding her lips part for his tongue. They gladly obliged, allowing him to taste his cock in his naked Aunt’s mouth.
Drunk on the notion that she could beat her young, pretty daughter for his affections, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, doing everything in her power to merge their bodies. She hadn’t engaged in such passionate throes since before she was married, and even then, never with someone so confident and virile.
His hands explored her, sweeping down her back and over the mummy curves of her hips and thighs, manhandling her soft bits like they were the pert flesh of a younger woman.
He migrated his hand from her thigh to her sex, but instead of the wet pussy he was expecting, his fingers found a rubbery protrusion. After a moment of bewilderment, realisation dawned.
‘It’s inside you?’ he said.
‘I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier. I needed to remind myself.’