“How are things with Megan?” I ask.
“G-g-great!” he answers, shaking his head. “I’m sorry Aunt Sara. I’m not stuttering around Megan at all anymore but your t-t-t-tits are extremely distracting. Were you serious ab-b-bout l-l-letting me t-t-t-touch them?” he asks, sheepishly. This is the most he’s stuttered all week.
“Well…” I had forgotten about that impulsive offer I made. “How about this?” I pause, carefully considering what I should say. “When we can talk for thirty minutes without you stuttering, you can feel my tits,” I tell him, trying to make it reasonable. In actuality my tits are aching to be fondled by someone other than me. My nipples stay rock hard the entire time he’s here. I never knew I was such an exhibitionist but it really turns me on to have my young nephew staring at my half-naked body.
“D-d-d-deal!” he cries and continues to stutter occasionally throughout the rest of our Wednesday session.
Thursday afternoon, he surprises me by bringing a kitchen timer from his house.
“I’m going to set this for thirty minutes,” he smiles. “And every time I stutter I’m going to reset it.” He pushes the buttons and puts it on the table in front of him. “Today’s the day, Aunt Sara, so be prepared!” he smiles. My pussy screams out to the rest of my body that it’s ready, too. I just smile at my nephew as he starts talking.
After twenty minutes, he slips and stutters. I almost want to tell him to forget it and just grab my tits but I let him reset the timer and we continue our discussion. We talk about his classes, his plans for college and, of course, Megan. It seems that he might be getting up the courage to ask her out.
“Where would you take her?” I ask curiously, glancing at the timer. Only two minutes to go, yes! I don’t know who’s more excited, him or me.
“I don’t know, a movie maybe,” he shrugs. “What do you think?” He takes a deep breath and watches the timer move to twenty-nine minutes.
“A movie is nice,” I answer. “And you don’t have to talk very much,” I laugh.
“That’s a plus,” he says, deliberately enunciating each syllable. “I think that all I have to do is ask her. I’m pretty sure she’s wondering why I haven’t already done it,” he says. He’s speaking slowly enough that by the time he’s done the timer buzzes.
“YES!” he pumps his fist in the air and just stares at my chest. “Um… I’ve n-n-n-never done this before,” he says, looking at me anxiously. “That doesn’t count, does it?”
“No, that doesn’t count,” I say quietly. “Let’s go over to the couch,” I say, taking his hand and leading the way. “Why don’t you just caress them and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?” I ask, feeling like a schoolgirl myself.
Jesus! What am I doing? My eighteen-year-old, virgin nephew is about to feel my tits and I can hardly wait! My pussy is soaking wet with anticipation. I don’t expect him to do it very well but the idea of him touching me is so fucking erotic!
“Like this?” he asks, lifting my left breast with his hand and running his thumb over my taut nipple.
“Yeah!” I sigh. “Just like that. Do the other one, too,” I tell him. We’re sitting on the couch, turned towards each other with our knees touching and he has one tit in each hand. Neither of us says anything for several minutes.