“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuccccccck!” I scream as my orgasm thunders through my body, releasing a flood of juices onto Jeremy’s hard cock. He keeps bouncing me on his cock as shivers of pleasure pulsate from my quivering pussy.
“Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!” Jeremy thrusts into me one final time, pulling me down on top of him as his cock erupts in jerky spasms inside my satiated pussy. My mouth finds his and I push my tongue between his lips as my hard nipples dig into his chest. With his arms around my back, he holds me against him until our orgasms subside.
“Damn, Aunt Sara!” Jeremy breaks the silence. “I never thought it would be like this!” he says. “It’s a hundred times better than any fantasy I’ve ever imagined.”
“You are going to take Megan places she’s never even imagined,” I reply, kissing him lightly on the mouth. He’s certainly taken me farther than I ever thought he would.
“I hope so,” he says quietly. “Aunt Sara?” he says hesitantly.
“What is it, Jeremy?” I ask, leaning up to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous eyes!
“Um… am I still going to be able to… um?” He’s not stuttering but he’s sure having trouble getting the words out. “I mean… are we still… um… you know, going to be able to keep doing this?” he asks, looking at me hopefully.
“Well…” I start, uncertain about what’s the right answer. “This was your graduation, Jeremy. You’ve successfully graduated from the Aunt Sara School of Sex!” I exclaim, trying to lighten the mood.
“ASSS!” he laughs. I hadn’t even considered the acronym. “So TIT and ASSS!” he laughs and his smile spreads across his entire face. I laugh with him and our bodies shake the bed.
“You better take care of the condom,” I tell him as I ease my soggy pussy off his limp cock and roll onto the bed beside him. He scoots to the other side of the bed and gets up.
I ponder his question while he’s in the bathroom. Is this going to continue? Now that we’ve fucked, will Jenny encourage a continuing sexual relationship? I start thinking about other things I could teach him, other positions we could explore. And where does John fit into this whole thing now that he knows what’s going on? I’ve yet to come to a conclusion when Jeremy returns to the bedroom.
“I know you just needed some time to think about it,” he says, crawling up on the bed next to me. God! He is smart beyond his years! “I know what we’re doing is probably wrong,” he adds, brushing hair from my eyes and running his hand over my bare shoulder. “But we’re consenting adults, Aunt Sara. We should be able to do whatever we want,” he says as his hand moves down to my chest and caresses my breast.
“Let’s see how things go with Megan tomorrow night,” I tell him, wondering if he’ll still want to be with me after he’s had sex with someone his own age. “If you still want to continue this, I suppose we could develop some sort of alumni program,” I tease.
“I love you, Aunt Sara!” he says, laughing. “No matter what happens tomorrow night, I’d love to be part of your alumni program,” he says, kissing me.
We lie there naked on my bed, talking for another hour or so working out all the details regarding his date with Megan. I promise clean sheets and towels while he decides to leave the condoms in the nightstand drawer.
God! It feels so natural being here with him. I don’t want him to leave. It’s after eleven when I reluctantly send him home and fall into a wonderfully blissful, post-coital sleep.
*****
Friday night, I leave my apartment unlocked and walk up the sidewalk to the main house. I’m excited for Jeremy and surprisingly looking forward to spending the evening with my big sister. When we were growing up she always took care of me. Being ten years older than I am, she frequently babysat me when our parents were out. I’ve always looked up to her and she’s always been there for me.
When I walk into her kitchen, I can’t help but laugh because we are wearing identical outfits; white shorts and red halter-tops. She has a pitcher of margaritas ready and is preparing taco meat.
“Well, I guess we know what the uniform of the day is,” I laugh as she hands me my drink. It’s a large margarita glass with the rim salted.
“Hi Sara,” she says, smiling at our choice of clothing. “Do you mind grating the cheese while I finish with the meat?” I take a sip of the margarita and it’s delicious.
“No problem,” I tell her, going to the fridge and getting the cheddar cheese. “This is good!” I compliment her on the margarita.
“It’s a new recipe that John got from someone at work,” she smiles. “Too bad he’s not here to enjoy it,” she laughs.
“More for us!” I declare, taking a big gulp and breathing a sigh of relief that John isn’t here. I don’t think I’m ready to deal with him yet.
We’re on our second pitcher of margaritas and just finishing dinner when Jenny first mentions Jeremy.
“I wonder if they’re at your house yet,” she says, using a tortilla to wipe up the salsa and cheese left on her plate.
“I think he was picking her up at seven so I imagine they’ve been there a little while,” I answer, getting up from the table and rinsing my plate in the sink.
By the time we clear the table, fill the dish washer and move into the living room, Jenny has mentioned Jeremy several more times.
“So what do you think they’re doing, now?” she asks for the third time in half an hour. We’re on our third pitcher of margaritas and I’m getting pretty buzzed but I wonder about her fixation on her son’s date.
“For the third time, I don’t know what they’re doing!” I snap at her. “I told you what happened Thursday night and I’m guessing that if Megan is willing, he’s following the same sequence.”
“Well aren’t we touchy,” she smiles. “Anyone would think you’re jealous.” We talked earlier about my experience with her son on Thursday night. She was very interested in how good the sex was and asked several questions about how his cock felt inside of me. I assured her that he could hold his own with the best of them.
“Oh, please!” I answer but she’s closer to the mark than I want to admit.
“We should have put a camera in your bedroom!” she says as we’re sitting in the living room flipping TV channels, her wide eyes reflecting the amount of alcohol she’s consumed.
“A camera?” I ask. “What are you talking about?” I laugh but she’s serious. “What would we do, just tell them to ignore the video camera sitting here on a tripod?” I ask, finishing my umpteenth margarita.
“No,” she says, seriously. “We could put a wireless camera on the dresser and they’d never even notice it,” she says, matter-of-factly. “We’ll do it next time,” she declares. “You can invite them to use your apartment again next week”. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. She wants to video her son having sex with his girlfriend. And I thought I was perverted!
“Where are we going to get a camera like that?” I ask, trying to dissuade her through simple logistics. She looks at me for a minute before responding.
“Come with me,” she says quietly, getting off the couch and leading the way into her bedroom. I follow her, wondering what she’s going to show me. She walks over to her dresser and picks up a small plastic ball with a tiny opening on the side.
“Look at this,” she says, handing it to me. “Do you think they would notice one of these sitting on your dresser?” she asks, mischievously. I look at the object in my hand.
“This is a camera?” I ask.
“Yes!” she says excitedly. “And it’s wireless!” she exclaims. “We could watch it from John’s computer” she is serious about watching Jeremy and Megan fuck! And she’s treating me like a co-conspirator! I’m speechless until another thought enters my alcohol-clouded brain.