Pamela James - Auntie_s hot lessons

And she loved the taste of his semen! She wanted more and more of it! She milked him completely dry, continuing to suck him even after he had oozed his last drop into her mouth. Then she pulled her finger out of his butt hole and massaged his balls, letting her tongue trail up and down his shaft.

She licked her sperm-stained lips and saw the globs of spent cum on his belly and in between his pubes. She licked them up, smacking her lips.

Bill had never seen anything like it! He clasped her to him and kissed her, tasting his own sperm.

"Jeez, I've never been sucked off like that before," he breathed, his tongue running over her lips. "God you were good. A natural!"

She smiled proudly. "I'm exhausted. My body's a total wreck."

"So's mine!" he chuckled. "My cock feels as if it's been split in half!"

"Maybe we better get to bed," Peg whispered. She pointed to the TV. "Look, the test pattern is on!"

They both got weakly to their feet and stretched, then embraced, Bill pressing his cock against her mons.

Peg sighed. "I'm so glad you've come to stay with us for the summer."

"Me too, baby."

Peg laughed as they began dressing. "I wonder what Mom would say if she knew we'd been fucking. I still can't believe it. It was so good, Bill, so good! We'll do it again, won't we?"

"Of course. We have all summer, don't we?"

"I wish you lived with us always. How are your folks, anyway?"

Bill shrugged, looking a little sad. "I don't know. They've been fighting a lot recently. I think that's why they asked Aunt Ruth if I could stay with you both for the summer. So they could work things out."

"Is it really that bad?"

Bill shrugged again, pausing in his dressing. "I don't know. They don't talk to me about it. I know it involves my dad's job. He doesn't like it much. I guess everything is going to be okay. I spoke to them on the phone a couple of times already. Maybe it's good they'll be alone for a while. I certainly don't mind being here!"

They both giggled like little children.

Bill awoke thoroughly refreshed the following morning. His stomach growled as he went down the stairs two at a time. He found Ruth in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Where's Peg?" she asked as the boy helped himself to a glass of milk.

"Guess she's still sleeping."

"Well, don't I even get a good morning kiss?"

Bill smiled and they embraced. She caressed the crotch of his tight shorts. "And how's my little man doing in there this morning?"

Bill giggled, his hand going up Ruth's dress. "You going somewhere?" he asked. Usually she wore shorts or jeans around the house.

"Thought I'd do a little shopping."

He reached inside her panties and slipped a middle finger up her cunt, pressing her back against the kitchen counter.

"God, I've missed having that beautiful cock of yours inside me," she whispered, biting his earlobe. "It's only been a few days and it seems like weeks. Months even!"

"Years!" Bill added, and they both laughed.

She unzipped his shorts and pulled out his peter, stroking it to full erectness.

"I've almost forgotten how good your prick feels…" As he inserted another finger into her wet pussy and begin finger fucking her deeply, she gasped, "Let's fuck. We can hear Peg when she comes downstairs."

"You sure? You're the one who wants to be so careful."

"It'll be alright… I'm so hot I can't stand it anymore. I need the beautiful hardness of your cock inside me. Let's hurry!"

Bill looked around the kitchen. "But-but where?"

"Quickly! Sit down against the cabinets." He did so, his cock jutting out of the fly of his shorts. Ruth pulled down her panties, giving them to Bill to stuff in his pants pocket. She lifted up her dress, revealing her bushy cunt, and straddled the boy, lowering herself to her knees. He held up his cock and she sat on his loins, his shaft going right up her oozing pussy.

They fucked quietly, a look of desperation on their faces. Bill pounded up at her, grabbing hold of her shoulders and pinning her down. She began making throaty noises, her head, thrown back as she wiggled atop him.

She came quickly, burying her mouth in the boy's long blond hair and moaning, "Christ, oh Christ, oh Christ!"

They made love frantically, every move utilized to its fullest in case Peg interrupted them.

Each time Ruth came it was as if she had been hit in the stomach. She would bend over sharply and groan, grinding down on the boy's pecker, driving it as deep as it could go up her fuck channel.

Bill's hands were on her ass. He wanted to feel the fullness of her tits, but didn't undo her bra-straps in case they had to pull apart suddenly. There wouldn't be much time to rearrange their clothes if that happened.

"Ohhh Jesus you fuck me better than any man I've ever had!" she moaned, bending over again, his cock digging into her twat. Then he began pumping into her harder and quicker. She knew he was about to cum. She prayed Peg wouldn't suddenly start down the stairs.

"I can feel it cumming," she whispered hoarsely. "Your cock is getting thicker like it does before you shoot all that hot jism into me. Do it, baby. You're almost there. Let it go this time. Don't hold back. You've satisfied me… Jesus how you've made me feel good already!"

He came, shooting great thick cum wads into her, fucking her for all she was worth. They toppled over and he pressed her back on the linoleum floor, continuing to fuck her until she came again, her legs wrapped around his naked ass. His shorts and underpants had slipped down to his mid-thighs.

Her cunt muscles milked his throbbing tool dry. She got up, holding onto the counter top for support. He pulled up his shorts and white briefs and handed her damp panties, which she quickly slipped on. They straightened their clothes and it was as if nothing unusual had happened.

They exchanged knowing smiles and Ruth began preparing Bill bacon and eggs while he finished drinking the glass of milk. Five minutes later Peg arrived, looking a little sleepy.

"How late were you two up last night?" Ruth asked her shoulder after Peg gave her a peck on the cheek. Ruth was puzzled by her daughter's guilty look.

"No, not too late," Bill piped up. "We watched a horror flick on TV. Not too scary."

"Yeah," Peg added quickly, trying not to blush. "Not that scary."

"Oh," Ruth said pointedly and continued tending to the eggs. Then, after the eggs and bacon were finished and she began serving the teens, she told Peg she would be out for most of the day. "What have you two got planned for today. It's another beautiful day. Looks like it's going to be a good summer." She caught Bill's eye and winked.

"Oh, I don't know," Peg said after swallowing a mouthful of eggs. "Maybe go for a walk or something."

"Why don't you invite some of your girlfriends over," Ruth suggested. "Bill might want to meet them."

Ruth was surprised to see her daughter blush. "No… we'll, uh, spend the day doing something together." As if realizing the secret implications of what she had just said, she added, "Maybe play some tennis or something. We have an extra racket around, don't we?"

"Sure. Mine is upstairs in the closet. Up above I think. Or else in the garage."

"We'll find it, Mom. Thanks."

Ruth looked at Bill, as if he had an answer for Peg's nervous behavior. But he merely smiled and continued eating.

"Boy, I feel like a real idiot," Peg said as she and Bill lounged on her bed after Ruth had left.

"Don't be silly. Your mom didn't suspect anything. Why should she?"

"Well, the way I acted. Like I was on trial or something. And that remark of hers about how late we stayed up last night. Think she was listening upstairs?"

Bill laughed. "Now you are being silly. Relax. You're just letting your imagination get the better of you. Everything's cool. And we have the whole house to ourselves for the afternoon!"