The girls laughed, and I got another nice kiss, a promise of more to come. Soon, if I had my way. “Mom, Dad, I’m feeling a little bushed. Think I’ll head to bed. Thanks for a great day.”
Aunt Marie gave Mom and Dad a hug and kiss, and waited for me to do the same. With Mom that is. Kind of old to be hugging and kissing Dad. I took my aunt by the hand and headed up.
In the bedroom, she fell into my arms. “I changed the sheets earlier. Your old ones seemed to be getting a little overused. You might think about that in the future. Women like me and your Mom like clean sheets. I imagine Penny probably does as well.”
“Got it. Understood. Message delivered and accepted. New sheets. Every day I think. I hope Mom doesn’t get pissed about all the laundry. I usually only change them Sundays.”
“She’ll be fine. Besides, she has someone to help with the laundry now.”
I started undressing, and Aunt Marie did the same. “What do you want to do tonight, Jeremy? It’s your fantasy.”
“I just want to love you. I’ll go down on you if you want, but all I really want to do is make love to you. Nothing crazy. Not tonight.”
She smiled. “Sounds like a wonderful plan to me.”
Lying on her back, Aunt Marie’s breasts didn’t seem quite so huge. Still fun to play with, but almost normal. Positioned between her legs, gazing down on her pretty face, so much like Mom’s, I was reliving hundreds of my dreams. I was hard as soon as I had her undressed, and she was definitely ready for me, when I went to put my cock inside of her.
I rubbed up and down her slit, and eased the head in. She was deliciously tight, but not painfully so. She took half my length with no problem. Properly situated, I leaned over her, gazing into her eyes. “Do you have any idea how many thousands of times I’ve dreamed of this, Aunt Marie?”
She smiled. “Marie. Just Marie, when we’re in bed, baby boy.”
“Marie. I love you so much, Marie.”
“Show me, Jeremy. Show me your love.”
I did, lying on top of her, our bodies never breaking contact, kissing her frequently, feeling her hands wandering my torso. Twice, I showed her, without a break.
We’d been at it a while, when I saw the tears start.
“What’s wrong, Marie?” I asked, slowing down.
“Nothing, Jeremy. Absolutely nothing. It’s perfect. I… God, I don’t thing I’ve ever felt so adored.”
I pressed my lips to hers, then kissed every inch of her face, while I continued pumping her. “Get used to it. You’re the best Aunt a boy could have. You were always there for me. Hell, even when I fucked up, like with Penny the first time, you came to me, and helped make things right, even after…”
“Shh. Jeremy. You don’t need to explain it. I know. Don’t you think I know? Just love me, baby.”
She hadn’t come for me, and I wanted her to. Needed her to. I started fucking her harder, changing position, trying to find what worked. She grabbed my hips and stopped me. “No baby. Keep it like it was, please?”
“You didn’t come,” I explained, settling back down and easing in and out again.
She smiled, her hand touching my cheek lightly. “You’re so young. So sweet.” She pulled me down for a soft kiss. “I don’t want to come. I could easily, but this, what you’re doing is what I want now. I need to experience it, feel the love, not the passion. Trust me sugar, you and I will have our moments of passion. This one’s for the heart, not the pussy.”
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, giving me her body. “Worship me, love me, adore me. Let me feel it. It’s been so long… so very long.”
So that’s what I did. Slow, easy love, trying to let her know with every stroke, all she’d ever meant to me. How I loved her, and always would. We’d been at it a long time, continuing straight through my first orgasm, with barely a pause, except for the few moments I held myself still, buried inside her, filling her.
My second time was building toward a big one. I saw her smile, as my motions became a little more aggressive. She pulled her legs back, and urged me on. “Now, Jeremy. Take me. Make me yours. Deep and hard, baby. Claim me.”
I groaned leaning over her and pounding into her. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, squeezing me. I stared into her eyes, seeing her love, her passion for me. “Mine, Marie,” I groaned.
“Yours Jeremy.”
“Mine!”
She nodded, whimpering softly as I pounded into her as hard as I could. Painfully so. I was close, very close, and I knew that she knew it.
She gasped, and a soft cry escaped her lips. “Mine,” I growled. “Mine, mine, mine.”
She was responding, but almost seemed to be fighting it. “J… J… Jer… emy,” she gasped, a litany of tiny grunts escaping her lips. “No… don’t… don’t make me.”
I pulled her legs back, resting my weight on her, my head beside hers, my hips driving into her, all of me, claiming her. Making Aunt Marie mine.
I felt her fingernails dig into my skin, her tight pussy spasming around my cock. She turned her head away, shaking, trembling, clinging to me with all her strength. “Mine!” I barked harshly, as I lost control, erupting inside of her. I bit down on her neck, and she screamed out. She gasped, holding her breath, her entire body stiffening. I was as deep as I could get, but kept pushing, grinding into her, trying to get a little further, and I felt the abrupt slackness as her body released.
I looked into her face and got nervous. She wasn’t breathing, wasn’t moving. I released her legs, and they flopped to the side. I turned her face, toward me, kissing her gently. “Marie? Aunt Marie?”
My hips had a mind of their own, slowly pumping away, while I spoke to her softly, trying to bring her back from wherever she’d gone. I felt a shiver through her body and she turned her head, her eyes flickering. Her hand reached up to my neck, pulling me down as she gasped, my face buried in her neck. She moaned, and released my head. I moved my face over hers, kissing her tenderly. Or that’s what I intended.
She returned the kiss with a passion I hadn’t seen from her, arms pulling my torso down, finger digging into my back. She cried out, her nails dragging down my back, her hips pounding up against the last remains of my erection.
I eased back on the kiss, my lips brushing hers. “Shh,” I whispered, my hand stroking her face, my hips slowed to a halt, leaving me buried inside of her.
“God,” she gasped, squeezing me tight. She shuddered, and looked into my eyes, “How do you do that?” she gasped. “Make me feel like that?”
My arms were getting tired, keeping my weight off of her. Another short kiss, before I rolled off of her, laying still. I felt her hand search out mine, fingers intertwining.
We lay quietly, catching our breath. My heart-rate had barely returned to normal when Aunt Marie cuddled up to me, nice and close, leg on top of mine, head on my shoulder. “Hold me, Jeremy,” she purred.
I adjusted her a little, my arm hugging her close. I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Aunt Marie.”
Her lips pressed against my chest. “I know, baby. We’ve all known it forever. I love you too.”
I chuckled. “Was it that obvious?”
“Please. Are you kidding? Like a puppy dog, you were, for years.”
“Not too irritating I hope.”