“Just humor me, okay?” I ask, opening the book. “What page are you on?”
“P-p-page one t-t-twenty t-t-t-two,” he answers, still staring, wide-eyed at my bikini clad body. I open the book to the right page and read something about Quotient Rules and Higher-Order Derivatives.
“Okay, good!” I say, more confident than I feel as the tingling dampness in my pussy starts to distract me. “Explain this to me,” I say as I squeeze my legs together and try to ignore my own arousal.
He reluctantly pulls his eyes from my tits and focuses on the textbook. Hesitantly at first, and with a considerable amount of stuttering, he starts to explain derivatives to me. I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about but I nod and ask a few questions until he’s focused on calculus problems and not on my body. He doesn’t notice that he’s stopped stuttering as he patiently explains complex calculus concepts to a mathematical retard.
“Ohmygod!” he exclaims, stopping mid-sentence. “It worked!” he says, smiling from ear to ear. “Aunt Sara, you’re a g-g-genius.” At this point his eyes have again found the swell of my breasts and my protruding nipples, which haven’t receded at all despite the jargon laden discord I’ve been subjected to for the last half hour.
“As long as you’re focused on calculus and not on my tits you don’t stutter,” I tell him. “We’re making progress.”
“D-d-d-do you th-th-think, if I t-t-talk to M-M-Megan ab-b-bout c-c-calculus…” I cut him off.
“I think it’s premature to say for certain but I think it’s worth a try,” I assure him. “I think if we do this everyday after school it won’t take long for you to become immune to seeing me like this.”
“M-m-m-maybe,” he smiles, shaking his head. We continue for another hour before I have to get ready for work.
Jeremy comes back after school each day explaining more calculus concepts to me and by Thursday we’re able to have non-calculus discussions without him stuttering.
“So, have you talked to Megan yet?” I ask him when he’s finished explaining his homework to me, something about implicit differentiation.
“Just a little,” he answers, smiling. “I asked her a couple of questions about homework and she was anxious to answer them for me. She’s really smart!” he says and I can see he is completely enamored by her.
“How about the stuttering?” I ask, trying not to embarrass him by asking about his erection.
“Just a little but she didn’t even seem to notice,” he’s smiling as he packs up his books. “See you tomorrow, Aunt Sara,” he kisses my cheek and leaves me standing in my kitchen in my skimpy bikini. I’m proud of the progress he’s made but conflicted about the lack of interest he’s showing in my body. Don’t be stupid! This is what is supposed to happen!
*****
“So he’s been starring at your tits all week!” Jenny says a little too loudly. It’s Friday afternoon and we’re having lunch at an outdoor cafe near her office. I’ve just told her about the progress I’m making with Jeremy.
“Shhh! Lower your voice,” I laugh. “Yes, it’s been kind of weird but it seems to be working.”
“Oh Sara!” she says devilishly. “You poor thing. Prancing around half-naked for a young man who has perpetual erections from starring at your tits?” she smiles as she takes a bite of her salad. “It’s arousing, isn’t it?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at me. “If he’s as big as his dad it must be very arousing!” she laughs. Jenny has always been blunt when talking about sex and makes frequent reference to John’s size. She doesn’t realize that I have first hand knowledge.
“He’s my nephew!” I assert but her description is pretty accurate and I’ve been fingering my pussy everyday after he leaves.
“Nephew or not, he’s a man with a hard-on caused by looking at your body,” she says. “How can you not be aroused?” she smiles but touches my hand in a serious way. “I’m sorry you don’t have someone like John who knows how to keep a woman’s juices flowing. He has no doubt about what to do with that mass of manhood between his legs,” she says, planting the visual image of John as he fucked me on the couch ten years ago. My pussy reacts like it does every time I think of my brother-in-law.
“So, is he cured?” she asks, taking a bite of her salad. It takes me a second to realize we’re talking about Jeremy again.
“I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. “I’m going to discuss it with him today when he comes over.”
“Whatever you can do for him, Sara, I will be eternally grateful,” she says, looking directly into my eyes so I don’t miss her meaning. I swallow hard, not sure what I’m supposed to say.
“He must be like a blank slate muses as much to herself as to me. “For God’s sake, Sara, he’s like every woman’s fantasy, isn’t he?” she asks, suddenly realizing the possibilities. “Think of the things you could teach him!”
“I’m only helping him overcome his stuttering, Jenny,” I answer, not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself.
“Well, keep me posted on how that progresses,” she smiles as if she’s reading my mind. I can’t believe my sister is suggesting what I think she’s suggesting but apparently I have her approval to take this to another level with her son.
***** “No calculus today,” I say, leading Jeremy over to the couch. I’m in my usual attire, a skimpy bikini. This one is light yellow accentuating my tan. “Tell me about Megan,” I say as we sit on the couch.
“Megan’s great, Aunt Sara,” he says, without a hint of stutter. “I talk to her everyday. I’ve been focusing on calculus but today she asked me what kind of music I liked and we talked about favorite bands and I never stuttered once!” he says proudly.
“That’s awesome, Jeremy!” I exclaim but I’m sitting there with my tits barely covered almost wishing for some reaction from him. Would it hurt for him to show some bulge in his pants or to stutter just a little, anything to feed my ego?
“What’s wrong?” Jeremy asks. “Looking me in the eyes. Those big brown eyes. Damn, did I mention that he looks like his father?
“Nothing,” I laugh. “Just distracted a little today, sorry. So do you think you’ll ask her out?” I ask, acting like the concerned aunt that I am.
“I don’t know,” he says thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle that kind of situation without, you know…” he says.
“Well, we’re not done with your therapy,” I tell him, wondering where I’m going with this. Haven’t we accomplished what we wanted? “Next week we’ll take it to the next level of stimuli,” I say mysteriously.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“You’ll find out on Monday,” I answer, after I figure it out this weekend.