Chapter 8: Worship Your Queen

Continued from chapter 7:

“My God, Ero,” she whispers appreciatively. “You really are beautiful.”

Her palms skim across the waistband of my pants.

“But these need to go too, don’t they?”

“Yes, Auntie,” I say quietly. “I want you to see me naked. I want to submit and surrender to you.”

With a wicked grin, Monica hooks her fingers into the waistband of my pants and underwear and slowly drags them down my legs.

She keeps steady eye contact with me while my erection springs free.

“Mmm,” she purrs appreciatively. “Very impressive.”

She nudges me backward until the backs of my knees strike the mattress.

“Lie down for me, Ero,” she instructs softly, her voice firm and commanding. “Let your queen take care of you.”

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I obey immediately.

Monica climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips before leaning down to kiss me deeply, pouring all of her lingering passion into the embrace. Then, slowly, she turns above me until all I can see is the perfect curve of her heart-shaped bottom and the slick shine glistening between her thighs.

She hovers over my face while her thighs begin muffling the world around me. Reaching back, she spreads herself open for me, exposing every intimate inch while lowering herself toward my waiting mouth. Monica trembles visibly with anticipation.

“Go ahead, Ero,” she whispers shakily. “Put that talented tongue of yours to work.”

She spreads her cheeks wider, exposing her swollen folds and every hidden place between them.

“Worship your queen properly,” she purrs. “Show me just how devoted you are.”

I put out my tongue experimentally, tasting her anus and savoring its salty flavor. The fine dusting of soft hairs tickles against my tongue as I grow bolder, swirling my tongue around her rim before teasing her with sharp little flicks and probing thrusts. My erection throbs against the mattress, hard and aching with excitement as I lose myself in the intimacy of the moment.

A guttural moan escapes Aunt Monica’s lips the instant my tongue touches her sensitive flesh. Her body shudders with pleasure.

“Ohhh yes, Ero… just like that,” she gasps, grinding her hips back against my face. “Your tongue feels divine.”

She keeps herself spread open for me, shamelessly allowing me to explore every intimate crease and hidden place. Her taste floods my senses—salt, musk, heat, and desire mingling together as I delve deeper, tracing slow circles around her tight ring of muscle.

“Mmmm… who knew my naughty nephew had such a talented mouth?” Aunt Monica purrs, her voice thick with arousal.

Then she notices my naked hardness twitching beneath me. Smiling to herself, she begins lightly spanking my leaking erection, her fingertips brushing teasingly over the sensitive head.

I whimper helplessly at the intimacy of it all. This is the same woman who bandaged my scraped knees as a child, who helped me tie my first necktie before school dances. Now her hand strokes and teases me while I bury my face between her thighs, worshipping her trembling body.

Aunt Monica continues grinding herself against my mouth, coating my chin and cheeks with slick arousal as I pleasure her. Soft moans and breathless gasps spill from her lips, filling the room with the wet, desperate sounds of our coupling.

“That’s it, Ero,” she whispers encouragingly. “Devour your queen like the hungry little subject you are.”

Feeling my cock pulse and leak beneath her hand, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and strokes me in rhythm with the movements of my tongue.

“Mmm… someone’s enjoying himself,” she teases.

To be continued in chapter 9...