I’m ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I’m more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door.
“Hey,” he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. “You’ve had me wondering all weekend,” he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this.
“Well, I’ve been thinking,” I tell him. “If you’re going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back.” I pause.
“I’ve thought of that,” he says quietly. “But I’m not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn’t she just have to accept me as I am?” he asks, hoping I’ll reassure him.
“Of course but it wouldn’t hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens,” I answer. “So the next level of Total Immersion Therapy…”
“TIT!” he smiles.
“Exactly!” I say, reaching behind my neck and untying the top string of my bikini. “The next level of TIT…” Lowering the top, I watch his beautiful brown eyes bulge as I slowly bare my breasts to him. “If you can conquer this stimuli.” I continue lowering the top a little more and showing him my rose-colored areolas and thick nipples. “You’re ready for anything,” I exclaim as I remove the top completely, freeing my large globes for his inspection.
I sit motionless as he gawks at my tits. My nipples seem to have a mind of their own, hardening like they’re reaching out towards him. My God! It feels so erotic to be exposed like this to my nephew.
“Aunt S-S-Sara!” he stammers. My eyes focus on the bulge in the front of his jeans. Why am I so pleased with his reaction? I’m supposed to be helping him! My pussy is twitching and dampening the material stretched across it.
“I think we should go back to the calculus book for this phase,” I say, standing up and walking over to the table, my bare tits swaying enticingly with each step.
“I-I-I d-d-don’t think I’ll c-c-c-conquer this one,” he stutters as he gets up off the couch. The huge tent in the front of his jeans distracts me as I imagine it filling up my fiery pussy. Stop! Stay focused! This is about his stuttering!
“Yes you can!” I tell him, forcing myself to look in his eyes. Did I mention his beautiful brown eyes? “A week ago you couldn’t even talk to a girl and look what happened.”
“B-b-b-but… d-d-damn, Aunt S-S-Sara, they’re so b-b-b-beautiful,” he says, his eyes never leaving my tits and my nipples continuing to show their appreciation.
“Thank you,” I answer. “Maybe as a reward for conquering this I’ll let you touch them.” Where the fuck did that come from? I can’t let my nephew touch my tits! No but it’s okay to let him look at them, huh? Whatever. I’m going to have to cut this session short so I can take care of the fiery itch in my pussy before I go to work. Damn!
“Let’s just try it for a little while today,” I say, smiling. “Then you can go take care of that,” I nod towards his lap, “while I get ready for work.” He just nods, apparently not trusting himself to speak. He opens the calculus book and stutters his way through half of his homework problems before we call it a day.
As soon as he leaves, I pull off my soaked bikini bottom and grab my favorite vibrator from my underwear drawer. In college, I did a little nude modeling for the art department and it never once turned me on. I was professional and detached but maybe it was because I didn’t know any of the art students. Exposing myself to my nephew has gotten me so fucking hot that I can’t wait to touch myself.
Stretching out on the bed, I set the vibrator next to me as I move my hands to my tits. With my hard nipples against my palms, I squeeze and knead the soft flesh, sending electric charges to my aroused pussy. Keeping one hand on my tits, I reach down between my legs and lightly caress my slick pussy lips.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I’ve wanted to do that all afternoon. I close my eyes and imagine Jeremy’s tongue licking around my inner labia, teasing and tantalizing my enflamed pussy. As I part my lips and slip one finger inside, Jeremy’s face morphs into his father’s and I’m back on his couch ten years ago with John eating my anxious pussy.
“Oh fuck, John!” I whisper, not wanting to wake up Jeremy. “That feels so fucking good!” he knows exactly where to lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and then pushing it back into my sopping hole. I’m holding onto his hair and bucking my hips off the couch as my orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami!
“Aaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh! Fuuuuuucck!” I yell, unable to control myself. My sister’s husband laps up my freely flowing juices and then stands up, kicking off his shoes as he unzips his pants. My eyes are focused on the large bulge in the front of his jockey shorts as I await my prize. He pulls the elastic out over the end of his hard cock and it springs out at me as he peels his underwear off. Fuck! It’s huge! It’s long and thick and pointing right at me. Reaching for it, I wrap my fingers around its girth and pull it towards my wide-open mouth.
“I won’t last a minute if you do that Sara,” he says, pulling back. “And I really want to fuck you,” he breathes.
“I can stay all night, John,” I whisper, grabbing his cock again. “Let’s take a minute this way and then we’ll be able to fuck longer.” Without waiting for an answer, I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue around his cockhead.
“Oh God, Sara!” he moans as I glide my lips halfway down his cock, flicking my tongue against the underside of it. Cupping his heavy balls in my hand, I roll my fingers across them, inviting their release.