“Oh, yeah!” Aunt Sally moans, scooting farther down on the seat, sucking his fingers deeper inside her enflamed pussy. “That’s nice,” she coos, never opening her eyes. Chris’ fingers start a slow rhythm in and out of her pussy, which she matches by lifting her ass off the seat and pushing back against his hand. He keeps the rhythm slow all the way home, no matter how much Sally tries to speed it up, by humping her ass faster. He just pulls his fingers farther out until she relents and then, he pushes them back in maintaining the same, slow rhythm.
Oh fuck! It’s been so long since someone actually manipulated her arousal like this. Chris really knows what he’s doing. He’s playing her for all she’s worth and she loves every minute of it. Whenever she tries to take the lead away from him, he gently but assertively lets her know that isn’t going to happen. This is working out so much better than she ever imagined. She was going to give the boy a good fuck, teach him a few things, satisfy her horniness, and then send him off to get married. Instead, it looks like she’s in for a major fuck fest, with a very experienced lover. She is so happy for Sylvia to have found someone like this. She almost laughs at the irony of that thought, when she’s about to have her brains fucked out by her niece’s fiancé. We must be close to home, she thinks. He just pulled his fingers out, damn that feels empty!
Opening her eyes, Sally sees that they’re on her street. She sits up, straightens her dress and looks over at Chris. Fuck! He’s sucking on his fingers. That’s perfect! He really knows his foreplay!
“Well?” Sally asks. “What do you think?” smiling at him driving along, sucking his fingers.
“I’m not sure,” he smiles at her. “It wasn’t enough of a taste to make an informed decision,” he says. “I think I need to taste it directly from the source to give you the kind of answer you’re looking for,” he smiles again. “The complete sampling could take hours,” he smiles. “Do you think we can manage that?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure we’re more than ready for that,” Sally answers, him. “You’re a surprise, you know. How old are you anyway?”
“I’m twenty-two. What do you mean, a surprise?” Chris asks her.
“Well, I just didn’t expect you to be so well informed, or so experienced in this kind of sexual situation,” Sally says as they pull into her driveway. “I’m not complaining, mind you!”
“Good,” Chris says. “I don’t know what to say, except I don’t think you should over-intellectualize it. Maybe I’m not that informed or experienced. I may just be sensitive to your actions and responsive to your needs,” he says. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt that your niece is very upfront about her wants and desires. I haven’t had to guess what she wants,” he laughs.
“Good for her!” Sally says, getting out of the car and taking her house keys out of her purse. Inside the house, she turns around; wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck she pushes her tongue into his mouth. Chris grabs her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into them as he pulls her against him. The urgency of their need surges through the kiss and they’re both panting by the time they take a breath.