Jerry Milner: Vacation swap

Jim was still in bed with his book. He looked up at his smiling aunt through his glasses, and reported that his stomach still didn't feel good at all. Jayne said, "All you need is to be up and out and doing something, like your sister."

He sneered and said, "Who wants to look after a bunch of dumb kids?"

"Barbara Jean is performing a very good public service. At least she's out doing something. You know, Jim, experiencing things is better by far than just reading about them. You ought to put that book away and get up and go out and buy a model airplane and fly it."

"My belly hurts too much," he said, and returned to his book.

Jayne wouldn't put up with that nonsense if she were his mother. But she was only his aunt. Bag in hand, she stopped at the front door to muse for a second. Then she returned to the guest room and took from her suitcase one of the explicitly lurid sex novelettes which she favored for reading during the long rainy winter months in Oregon. She paused at Jim's door and tossed it onto his bed, saying, "You might try this for a little light reading when you're done with the one you're reading now." She was a woman who believed in carrying a spare at all times, and if she didn't find that action she was looking for in Plymouth, she might be able to relieve her frustrations with a little game of slap and tickle with her handsome nephew, who would surely be horny as hell by the time she returned.

Jayne managed to meet several handsome and clearly lustful men, all of whom spoke with highly obnoxious Jersey accents. She picked up a hippie girl hitch-hiking, and though the girl was quite willing to park with Jayne in a secluded spot, her unwashed condition was simply intolerable to the lady from Oregon. In the middle of the afternoon, Jayne drove back to her brother's house in a high state of irritation, since each of her abortive encounters had added to the horny cravings for action she'd had when she'd left the house hours before.

Barbara Jean's car wasn't parked by the house. Jim was probably alone, frantically beating his meat. With her nearly bare tits and buttocks bouncing, Jayne went straight to his room, putting on a sweet smile just as she got to his closed door.

She opened the door and barged right in. He yanked up the covers and blinked at her through his steamed up glasses. His room smelled so much like sex that Jayne's nipples stiffened further and her cunt throbbed more strongly as she sauntered in and stopped at the side of his bed.

"Geez, don't people knock on doors out in Oregon?" he said in a quaking voice.

"Did you read that book I left with you?"

He shook his head quickly. "I finished the one about planes and started on one about solar energy. I'll read your book later and bring it back to you. I'm gonna take a nap now."

"How's your stomach ache?"

"It's gettin' better," he said, a faint grin trembling about his lips, body squirming softly under the covers.

Jayne bent and quickly swept the covers down over the foot of his bed. Her nephew vainly grabbed for them and for his pajama bottoms, down around his knees. The little trap Jayne had laid for him couldn't have worked out better, since her dirty book was lying open beside him on the sheet, and his youthfully appealing cock was sticking up stiff and hard.

"Jim! What is the meaning of this?"

"I wasn't doing anything! It wasn't my fault! I don't know how the book got under the covers! I was asleep when you came in!" he said in a rush, still trying to cover his fine hard-on with his hands and his pajamas.

Jayne's legs felt weak, and so it was a double pleasure to subside on the bed with her nephew. She smiled and arched an eyebrow, saying, "Jim, don't lie to me."

"I'm not! Honest! May God strike me blind if I lied!"

"If you don't uncurl and lie flat on your back on this bed, I'll not only strike you blind, I'll call your parents and tell them exactly what you were doing when I surprised you!"

He did as she said. His mouth was trembling and he looked close to tears, but he slowly straightened out on the bed with his fists at his sides and his cock sticking up from his brown-haired loins like a very good sized finger pointing the way to heaven.

Jayne reached over and unbuttoned the top of his pajamas. His stomach was visibly palpitating as she put her soft hand on him, brushing the tips of her fingers over the uppermost fringes of his sparse pubic hair. "Does your stomach still hurt very badly?"

He blinked up at her several times before nodding. "Maybe I better get up, and go to the bathroom."

Jayne peeled his pajama bottoms down over his legs. He was almost sobbing in his embarrassment, though it wasn't enough to keep his hard cock from going soft. She massaged his legs, lifting them, manipulating them as if she was a masseuse, and then squeezing and fondling his naked thighs as he laid there looking with great alarm at her smiling face.

"Did you like the things you read about in my book?"

He hesitated before nodding. He looked down at his stiff standing cock and said, "It got me… excited!"

"So you just had to jerk off a little. Do you play with yourself a lot, Jim?"

He nodded. "Sometimes I just can't help doin' it!"

Jayne took her nephew's very hot cock in one hand and his tight sac of balls in the other. She squeezed them and fondled and caressed them, then bent down over his loins and took his cock into her mouth to give it a warm sucking. Straightening up, she brushed back her hair and said, "That's what you get for not lying to me."

The teen was too stunned to speak. She put her hands on her tits and squeezed them together, massaged them warmly, and said, "Jim, would you like to play with my tits?"

"Yes! Sure! Can I?"

"That's right. Always tell me the truth," she said, and helped him sit up, and placed his thrillingly eager hands on her tits and watched him while he excitedly played with her tits.

"Would you like me to take my dress off so you can play with my tits while they're naked?"

"I sure would, and that's no lie!"

She leaned forward, cupped his balls in her hand and gave him a kiss. It was a real, mature kiss, complete with deep tonguing and warmly suctioning lips, and it left him all starry-eyed when she drew her smiling lips back from his. His eyes widened further when she took her dress off over her head. Her tits were very round and full and pointed. Their undersides were perfect globes, perfectly white. Their upper slopes were plump and full, and she artificially increased theft fullness by warmly massaging them in her hands. Her aureoles were generously large, her nipples thrillingly stiff, and all of that part of her tits was as pink as Jim's tongue as he nervously licked his lips.

She guided his hands to her tits, and this was even more rewarding now without her dress on. She sighed as she watched his hot hands at work on them, while with her hands she deeply massaged her warmly glowing hips. Her nephew was doing just fine. Her only regret was that she'd wasted time in the station wagon that morning, but that could be made up for quite easily now.

"Would you like to kiss your Aunt Jayne's tits, Jim?"

"Yeah! I sure would!"

"That's right. Mmm. Lovely warm mouth you have, darling," she said, as he fumbled and slobbered hot, eager kisses all over the big pair of tits that she'd given him.

"Suck on them, darling. Do it right, and you'll get a lovely reward. Suck on those nice stiff nipples just like I showed you how to suck on my tongue. Ooo, yes. Mmm, that feels ever so good. You're getting me all excited, just like that book got you all horny and hot. Darling, I can feel it all over. Mmm, yes-s-s, I'm going to have to give you a nice reward for this."

Jayne had difficulty in pushing her nephew back from her tits. His glasses were all askew and he was reaching for more of her tits with his hands and his mouth. But she firmly pushed him back, then drew down his foreskin, stretching it tight, and sucked in the knob of his cock once again.