Aunt Cassie s Taboo Urges Vol II Bryan s Birthday Present
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I reached my hand down under the covers, finding a wet spot right where the blanket had been lying against me. I ran a finger through my slit, pulling out a small, sticky white glob.
Bryan stirred next to me on the bed, and I briefly considered rousing him for round two, though I ultimately decided against it and committed instead to double-clicking my own mouse. Still, my thoughts still drifted to the young man who was lying asleep next to me. I thought of the way his fingers squeezed my fleshy hips and thighs, and I tried to mimic his hand motions and movements to the best of my bliss-induced-haze-tinted memory.
Soon my pussy was slick again, a mixture of my own juices as well as Bryan's cum, some of which had leaked out of me and made my legs sticky. I rubbed my clit furiously, only just barely tapping at my opening with my finger. Soon, I was so horny that I was gaping and the inner walls of my pussy were throbbing to the point of almost being painful! Juices flowed out of me like a leaky faucet, and I suddenly grabbed Bryan's hand, pulling it to my hole! I held his palm over my clit and guided his middle finger into my hole; I gasped loudly and covered my mouth with my free hand!
Then, slowly and quietly, I began using my nephew's fingers to masturbate...
***
Yes, Bryan is my nephew and he has been living with me since he was a small boy. My name is Cassie, but to him, I’ve always been“Aunt Cass.”
My sister, Jacqueline, was always very… promiscuous. When she first became pregnant with Bryan, the man she identified as his father got his DNA tested and when it came back no match, he split. She never emotionally recovered and often dropped Bryan with me while she went out and partied her misery away.
I didn’t mind at first; a total hysterectomy at twenty-five means I can’t have children of my own, so I always enjoyed it whenever Bryan was at my apartment.
It was letting him go back home that I had an issue with.
Jacqueline’s drug use was becoming worse, and I was always afraid something might happen to Bryan when he was around her. Fortunately, that problem took care of itself one night shortly before Bryan turned six. Jacqueline dropped him off with me, like she’d done hundreds of times before, but this time she never picked him back up. She didn’t call for a month, didn’t say where she was or when she’d be back.
When Bryan turned eight, I was finally awarded custody of him. As a result, Bryan and I have grown very close; even more so once he started going through puberty. He was nervous about it at first, discussing the changes he was going through, physically and emotionally. Then I started telling him about my own experiences with puberty, and how I dealt with it. He started getting more comfortable as we discussed things like masturbation and blowjobs. Before long, no subject off limits; we talked about anything and everything, though the conversations almost always veered to sex at some point..
***
Two days ago was Bryan’s birthday. I was getting dressed to take Bryan to school, but was delayed as I searched around for my favorite pair of shoes (a set of black-and-teal ballet flats) but could only find one. I brushed it off, though, and walked out into the hallway barefooted to make breakfast.
It took me a moment to realize that my door was slightly open. I know I had completely closed when I went to bed last night, and I was reasonably sure it was still closed when I went in for my shower. Which meant that someone (most likely Bryan) had been in here.
At that same moment, I heard a furious slapping sound, like someone faintly clapping their hands together, coming from Bryan's bedroom.
It couldn't be... could it?
The hallway was carpeted and I was barefooted, so I made no noise left my room and approached Bryan's room. If the sound I was hearing was what I thought it was, then I had a pretty good idea what he may have gone into my room for...
I leaned up against Bryan's door, listening closely. The slapping sound was definitely coming from in here, and there was also heavy, rhythmic breathing. Yeah, he was definitely pinching one off!
Maybe if I do it slowly, I can open the door a bit and see...?
I grabbed the knob and slowly turned it, careful not to make it squeak as I did so. I then gently pushed open the door a crack and peered through it. I only saw the foot of his bed, which was rocking in rhythm with his breathing and jerking. I pushed the door further and saw him leaned up against the wall facing the door, but he wasn't looking at it. In fact, he couldn't see it at all even though he was looking directly at it.
Sure enough, he had his nose buried in a pair of my panties, specifically the ones I had been wearing the day before. But not only was he sniffing them like a drug addict huffing paint, but the ass-side of the panties was covering his eyes, hiding the door and myself from view. His left hand was holding the panties in place while he was whipping himself off vigorously with his right.
As I watched, his breathing became more intense and labored, and I could have sworn I heard him moan my name a time or two. His legs went stiff and he moved his left hand down to grab something by his side. Only then did I realize he also had one of my shoes, the black-and-teal ballet flat that I had been missing earlier.
As his entire body went rigid, he held the inside of the shoe up to his cock and let loose a flood of cum right onto the insole! I heard him moan loudly, “Aunt Cass!” as he shot off, giving himself a few more strokes to empty his shaft before letting his arms fall limply to his sides.
I suddenly felt a twitch in my lady parts, not realizing how turned on I had gotten by watching him jack off into my shoe. He sat and labored to regain his breath, his passion exhausted from whatever fantasy of me had been running through his head.
I pressed my hand against my own crotch and gave myself a bit of a push to alleviate some of the building pressure, but stopped short of rubbing one out right there. I stepped back and shook my head. When did this start, I wondered? How long had he been fantasizing about me like that?
I quickly, and quietly, closed the door before he removed my panties and saw me watching him, and headed down the hall to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. It was Friday, and he would need to be up for school in about twenty minutes.
No sooner did I have the pancake batter mixed before I heard Bryan shuffle through the door. Strangely, I heard two sets of doors open and close, and I realized that Bryan must have gone back into my room to return the shoe, apparently hoping to do so before I noticed it missing. I then heard him close the door to the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running, signaling that he had started his shower.
I took the opportunity to leave the kitchen and return to my room. I looked around for where he had put my shoe and saw that he had put it back where he had found it. I picked it up and saw a thick glob of semen pooled at the heel. The clumpy, milk-colored goop stuck out in stark contrast to the bright pink insole.
Without thinking, I dumped the shoe upside down and let the thick glob of semen drip into my mouth, letting it roll over my tongue before swallowing it. It was only then that I realized just how turned on I was by my own nephew; I didn't swallow a man's cum unless I was really fucking horny!
I felt myself growing hotter by the second, and pressed my hand against my crotch again, hoping a quick rub might satiate me enough to focus on breakfast; it didn't. I needed a release, and I needed it now!
I was sorely tempted to hop in the shower stall with Bryan, bend over, and let his teenage brain figure out the rest! I wanted him to ram that cock right up my cunt and beat it numb! But alas, I chickened out as I was reaching for the knob! No, I'd have to make do with other tools at my disposal… for now.
I instead reached into my drawer and pulled out my Hitachi, not even bothering to strip out of my jeans before I plugged it in, powered it on, and went to town! I forced the vibrating head against the crotch of my jeans, causing me to jump and shudder at the sensation! I ground it madly against my loins, feeling myself cumming multiple times in the span of a minute or so. Each one caused my legs to tense up, and I tried to push through the fabric of my pants to go deeper. Finally, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my calves, putting the wand directly on my already-soaked panties; jackpot!
“Fuck me!” I moaned loudly as I felt my pussy gushing. Images of Bryan stroking himself suddenly filled my head, and I imagined that it was my face he was jacking it for instead of my shoe! As I continued to cum, I pictured his cock throbbing above me as he gave a few last strokes and blew his load all over my face and chest! God, it just made me even hotter! Before I knew it, I was squirting through my panties and leaking onto the bedsheets!
As I tossed and turned and writhed in my passion, I grabbed for the shoe and held it up to my nose; the smell of my own foot combined with the salty odor of his cum sent me over the edge one final time; my body jerked wildly, the wand dropping from my hand as I seized on the soaking wet mattress! My heart was going a million miles an hour; by the time I had finished cumming, I realized that the shower had stopped, and the hall was silent. Did he hear, I wonder? The door was still closed, but had he been peeking at me like I had been at him earlier?
I really hoped he had…
***
“Ready to go!” Bryan called out from the living room after we had finished breakfast.
“Just about!” I yelled back. I heard Bryan shuffling down the hallway and enter the doorway, bag slung over his shoulder. I looked up as I was rolling on my stocking and smiled at him. A sudden, mischievous thought crossed my mind. Before I could even dwell on it, I acted on it. “Can you hand me my shoes?”
“Sure,” he said, reaching down for my sneakers, which were right by the door.
“No, not those,” I quickly stopped him. “The other ones, my flats.” Bryan suddenly got a really nervous look on his face as he remembered what he had done to one of those shoes. “I think they're over in the closet,” I nodded towards the other door.
Bryan walked over to my closet and, upon finding the shoes, nervously and quickly glanced inside the one he had jizzed in, trying to do so subtly.
“Looking for something?” I asked, causing him to swallow loudly. I taunted him further by crossing my legs and swinging my right leg over my left one. He handed the shoes out to me and I took them, peering inside the one he came in just as he had done. “Find anything interesting?”
Bryan nervously shook his head, “No, no.” He took a breath to try and calm himself down, but I could tell he was still nervous as he watched me put the shoes on. I tried not to show how amused I was by this, but a smile may have slipped my lips once or twice, especially as I was putting on the shoe he came in. It was faint, but if you looked in it, you could see the crusted outline of some of the trails his semen made while it was pooling on the insole.
“All done,” I announced. “Ready?”
Bryan shook himself out of his daze and rushed down the hall to the door without another word. -->
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