Chapter 9: I Think You Deserve a Reward

Continued from chapter 8:

“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.

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Her thumb circles the sensitive head, smearing the bead of precum gathered there.

“Such a good boy, pleasuring me so thoroughly. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Still teasing the swollen head of my penis with playful little smacks, Aunt Monica rocks forward and presses her dripping sex against my mouth. I groan into her eagerly, drinking down the gush of juices that flood my tongue as I delve deeply into her folds. My tongue slides through her slick heat while I gently nibble the swollen nub of her clitoris.

She cries out sharply, overwhelmed with pleasure.

At the same time, her caring hand cradles my testicles, rolling them gently between her fingers. Then a warm, wet tongue drags across my slit, making me jerk violently as though struck by lightning. She licks me from tip to taint in one long, deliberate stroke.

Aunt Monica moans openly as my tongue works her soaked folds, lapping up every drop of her arousal. Her hips buck wildly against my face.

“Ahhhnnn… yes! Just like that, Ero! Don’t stop,” she cries, her voice cracking with pleasure.

The gentle scrape of my teeth against her clit sends visible tremors through her body. Her inner walls flutter and clench around my invading tongue while she takes my rigid shaft into her hot, wet mouth.

Her tongue circles the head before she slowly begins bobbing her head, taking me deeper with every pass. The wet heat of her mouth nearly drives me insane.

Neither of us lasts very long.

We climax together like twin explosions.

Aunt Monica’s thighs clamp around my head as her body convulses. She pins me helplessly between her legs while her pussy spasms against my mouth, releasing wave after wave of hot, salty pleasure onto my tongue. At the same moment, I erupt into her mouth with a strangled cry, spilling rope after rope of semen down her throat.

Prismatic pulses of pleasure race through my body as she milks me with her lips and tongue, swallowing every drop while her fingers continue teasing my sensitive taint and massaging my throbbing testicles.

“Fuck yes,” Aunt Monica moans brokenly. “Drink it all down, you dirty boy.”

Even through the haze of orgasm, she keeps stroking and caressing me, drawing out every trembling aftershock. Her lips remain wrapped around my softening cock as she savors me.

“Mmmm… so much for your queen,” she murmurs around me.

For several long moments, we remain tangled together, frozen in the afterglow. We continue tasting one another, savoring the intimacy and pleasure we have shared.

Finally, Aunt Monica lifts her head, releasing my spent cock from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. She shifts beside me on the bed, her chest rising and falling heavily.

“My goodness, Ero,” she pants with a satisfied little smirk. “That was… incredible. I had no idea you were hiding such talents.”

Rolling onto her side, she props herself up on one elbow and gazes down at me with sparkling eyes.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” she chuckles softly.

Her fingertips stroke my cheek with surprising tenderness.

“You certainly know how to show a woman a good time, nephew.”

“Thank you, Auntie,” I murmur shyly. “I’m glad it was so good for you. I still can’t believe we just did that together.”

Aunt Monica smiles warmly and brushes a stray lock of hair back from my forehead.

“And why shouldn’t we enjoy ourselves so thoroughly?” she asks matter-of-factly. “There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults indulging in pleasure.”

She stretches languidly across the bed, her nude body gleaming softly in the low light.

“Mmm… I feel positively invigorated,” she purrs, winking playfully at me. “You know, Ero, this might need to become a tradition. Annual birthday celebrations with my favorite nephew.”

To be continued in chapter 10...