“Do you really want me talking right now?” I ask, wrapping my lips around his cock before he can answer.
“No, I guess not,” he laughs as he leans back and closes his eyes. He’s so worked up from his date with Megan that he doesn’t last very long. I bob my head up and down on his cock, swirl my tongue against it and stroke his balls with my hand. In less than five minutes I have a mouth full of cum.
“Ohmygod!” he moans. “You are the best, Aunt Sara!” he says, jerking more of his salty semen into my mouth before he falls back against the couch. He’s still semi-erect but I lick my lips and stand up.
“Time for me to go to bed and for you to go home,” I smile as he pulls up his pants. “Starting Monday, we better get you ready for your next date with Megan,” I whisper.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“You need to know how to eat pussy, young man,” I tell him, kissing him on the mouth as I direct him towards the door. “And your Aunt Sara is just the person to teach you.”
“Really?” he asks, wide-eyed with excitement.
“We can’t disappoint Megan, can we?” I ask.
“I love you, Aunt Sara,” he says, pulling me into a tight embrace, sending shivers through my loins.
“I love you, too, Jeremy,” I say as I push him out the door. “Good night.” The combination of sucking Jeremy’s dick and listening to his story has gotten me hot again. I consider whether to wake up John but when I return to the bedroom but he’s already wide-awake and very angry.
“Jesus, Sara!” John yells. “What the fuck was that?” He’s standing naked in my bedroom, his eyes blazing with accusation and his cock standing at attention.
“Um… John… listen..,” I have no idea where to begin or how to explain about Jeremy so I just drop the robe off my shoulders and move closer to his naked body, reaching for his hard cock.
“Listen to what?” he says, pushing me away. “I already listened to you giving my son a fucking blowjob!” he yells, grabbing his underwear and hopping around on one foot while he tries to get his other foot through the opening in his jockey shorts.
“He’s just a kid!” John yells, tucking his cock into his underwear and pulling on his pants.
“He’s eighteen!” I yell back. “Two weeks ago he couldn’t even talk to a girl.” I’m angry now as tears well up in my eyes. “I’m helping him, damn it! He had a date tonight!”
“Yeah, then came back here for his goodnight blowjob!” he says, zipping his pants up and looping his belt through the buckle. “You’re too old for him!”
“I’m eleven years older!” I’m actually crying now and getting angry with myself for not being able to control the tears. “Exactly the same age difference between you and I, John!”
“You’re his fucking aunt!” he says as he locates his shoes and socks.
“And I’m your sister-in-law! You’re using the wrong arguments here, John!” I yell, sitting on the bed with my head in my hands. “Did you forget that you just fucked your wife’s sister? Don’t get all self-righteous on me!”
“You’re really something else, Sara,” he says, fully dressed and standing by my bedroom door. “We’re barely done fucking and you’re in the next room giving my son a blowjob. Then, you waltz back in here to… what… Fuck me some more?”