Going into my bedroom, I drop my blouse and bra on a chair and unzip my skirt. Stepping out of it, I pull down my soaking wet panties. God! My pussy is drenched! Lying on the bed, I spread my legs and smear my juices all over my sensitive lips. Ahhhhhh! It feels good but not as good as Jeremy touching me. As I slip two fingers inside and rub my clit with my other hand, I wonder what Freud would say about my relationship with my nephew. Or what he would think of my sister encouraging it!
Am I just using Jeremy as a surrogate for his father? Am I trying to get back at John for ignoring me after that one night? God, I was so naive thinking John would continue seeing me after Jenny got back in town. After fucking ourselves sore that night and falling asleep in each other’s arms, John woke up with the biggest case of remorse in history. His face was full of guilt as he apologized for taking advantage of me and vowed it would never happen again. I was crushed. I tried to console him and take all the blame but before we could talk it out Jeremy was up and wanting breakfast. We never talked of it again.
“Ahhhhhhrrrrgggghhhh!” My orgasm rolls through my body like a wave crashing to shore. Maybe because Jeremy already got me off with his fingers my orgasm doesn’t have its normal intensity or abruptness. Or maybe I’m just distracted with regrets of what could have been.
Saturday evening I’m ready for Jeremy when he stops by before his date. I’ve thought about it all day and decided that the best help I can give him is to make sure he doesn’t show up at Megan’s house with a big erection. At least I’ve convinced myself that this is for him. Of course it is.
“Hi Aunt Sara,” he says, stepping into my apartment and closing the door.
“Hey Jeremy!” I greet him with a kiss. “You look great!” I say, admiring his oxford style shirt and his cargo pants. “All ready for your date?” I ask, noticing his bulge as I lead him over to the couch. I’m wearing a red spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of white shorts. My nipples are apparent through the thin material of the tank top.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he says. “I think I’m as ready as I can be.” I’m proud of him for not stuttering.
“Well, I’ve got one more idea to make sure you’re ready,” I smile at him as I slide off the couch and kneel between his legs. “I think I should deflate this for you so you can concentrate on Megan without being distracted,” I tell him as I unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.
“Aunt S-S-Sara!” Jeremy exclaims as he lifts his ass off the couch so I can pull his pants down. “J-J-Jesus! I’ve n-n-never…” His voice trails off as I wrap my hand around his hard cock and stroke it up and down.
God! It’s beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He’s almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in.