Aunt-Nephew Bonding - Pt. 1

Its not exactly controversial for family members to have some contact every now and then, seeing as Richard was raised - or at least she thinks that - by Jessica and Misha as their own son basically. But he was really surprised at how cramped the kitchen was. The sink was right by the stove's side, which by itself was right next to the fridge, cupboards (high and low) decorated the other side of the short room, creating a kind of "single lane" without any sort of furniture in the way. Why was this important?

Well, it meant that not only the tall teen was close to one of the sexiest womens he had around him, but it also meant that they made a lot of contact. Jessica carried a lot of traces of the professional, self contained woman that Richard met once - her still gestures, efficient movements and not a lot of spilling - but that was slightly contrasted with the woman who asked if he had a crush or not. It was jarring, but he was getting used to it more, heck, he was actually becoming fond of this version of her, especially when the wholesome nature of it all intersected with his natural high teen boy libido and that happened whenever she squatted down to put away plates down at some cupboards.

His eyes wandered and his boner always came back for a vengeance, which did get him to become more restrained, less talkative and that was always a bad signal for Jessica. She was aware he was self conscious around her, and chalked it up to age or maybe because he had a girlfriend or maybe he was confused? Her mind didn't know, but seeing her dear nephew pop a boner lit something inside of her, but him not acting that out made her think he was not confident and that somehow gnarled something inside of her - something not so wholesome yet rooted in her motherly concern for the boy.

"So, no girls yet... I get it. But what about Rachel? You still have her number, right? You could call her and you two could have a nice date!"

"Uhm, I don't know, I just declined not going to Xavier's, so maybe she would be upset at me?"

"Why would she? She'd know better than to be offended. Besides, you need to get some experience out there! You don't want to be a loser like your friend Razzy~!"

"C-could you stop with those remarks! I'm not like him! I-I talk to women regularly, he doesn't."

"Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. That boy is awkward."

The two worked in a relative tender dynamic, if said tenderness walked side by side with the tension rising between the two. Ritchie's boner refused to subside, and every time he looked, Jessica was either bending over, squatting down or cleaning her wet hand on her shirt, foregoing the dishrag in her hands - and seeing how her somewhat baggy tank top clung more and more to her frame did shortcircuited his brain a bit.

He ended up gasping too loud while seeing Jessica kneeling down to put away the tray where their dinner was stored, which ended up causing her to turn her face and catch the de facto biggest boner she's seen. Since Richard was the one washing the dishes, she didn't had a perfect vision of how far his pants were being pushed, but she caught a peak of it, and that finally was the the straw that broke the camel's back.

She safely stored the tray and closed the lower cupboard, before standing up and walking towards the boy who had his back slightly turned to her, catching off guard as soon as she spun him around. His face was in slight shock and confusion, and it definitely showed how unprepared he was for what happened next.

Her slender yet powerful hands grasped his tent with such **** he was sure she was trying to rip his dick out, before quickly mellowing it into a full on fondling session, startling the tall teen as to why she would do this. Her hands continued to caress and grope, eliciting one too many groans from him as they both eyed each other, wondering who would talk first, and she broke the silence.

"Why haven't you... Popped your boner out yet? This is gettingon my nerves ever since you got this back at the door..."

"W-what do you mean by that?! Aren't you married to my aunt? Don't you like just women or something?"

"Oh baby, it's... a lot less complicated than that... Don't you remember our deal? The one I made with you and your aunt ever since you turned 18?"

"N-no... C-can you remember it for me?"

"Well, since you are a bit odd these days and because I am feeling very... generous, I'll tell. Misha always felt like you were always a bit too shy and withdrawn, so she was afraid of you not getting any girlfriends... So I had the idea to "help" you out with any dating tips. Misha lets me do anything to you as long as I raise your morale up or doesn't involve my... nether regions."

"Boost my morale?"

"Yes, to give you more confidence, that's what you always needed. I also worry a lot about you, Ritchie... These last few days have been tough and you've not been flocking to me so much. I thought you were just growing, but you've just been repressing yourself..."

Jessica's words combined with her hands should've been enough to at least have Richard panting out and groaning by now, but given his new endurance, he was able to not flat out give in to pleasure and listen to her. Confidence? Why would he need that? Oh. It was his first wish after he entered his aunt's apartment with her all these days ago.

He doesn't know why she's his aunt of all things, but now it made sense why she went out of her way to try and get him more comfortable, she wasn't just being a good parent to him, she was following the reality change to raise his morale. And despite the very bad notion that he completely changed a woman to serve his own ego, the way it was done felt like a net positive on the run, so it didn't weighted down on his mind at all. If she wanted to help him, might as well let her do it.

"I-I'm sorry, aunty."

"No need to be sorry, I am here for you. Always will be."

His hands overlap hers, before she looks up at his face slightly and he nods, a silent agreement that forever changed and recontextualized their dynamic. His curved 8 incher sprung out of his pants and boxers as Jessica smirked sexily, her hands now gripping his length with gusto and moving up and down.

The water kept running in the faucet, forgotten by the pair as she leaned closer and peppered his face with soft quick pecks, while his soapy, wet hands settled on her hips, bringing the older woman closer to him. She smiled warmly, almost satisfied at the notion that she was completing her task of boosting her nephew's ego, while he was just going with the flow, entranced with the idea that he turned a total stranger into a doting figure - who could be as lewd as he wanted.

She went up and down. Up and down. Up, both of her thumbs focusing on the tip, then the frenulum, before going down again. The black haired woman twisted her wrists, moved her hands at different paces, and even caressed down his balls - after fishing them out from inside their safe place/ boxers. Her pace was not that fast, but steady and intense, making the teen feel her parental love, her devotion and even the arousal, all mixing in to form a cocktail of incestous feelings that got him super hard. It was not everyday he got to live a porn scenario, right?

She slowly leaned close and somehow caught him off guard, kissing him and prodding her tongue not too long after, her movements deliberately seeming like she was guiding him, teaching him. He followed her rhythm, their tongues dancing out in an uncoordinated tune, but one full of lust, care and weirdly enough - normality - it was almost like they've done this multiple times. And to Jessica, she was sure used to making out with her nephew and stroking his throbbing big cock with all the passion she can distill.

"Tell auntie what do you like about her the most..."

"U-uhm... I don't know?"

"Is it my boobies? You always loved them. You always had a strong grip whenever you got too stressed...~"

"N-no... They are great but... But... Uhm-"

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart. This is just for you, take your time."

"I... I really like your ass, aunt Jess."

"Really? What would you like to do it? I know you can't use my pussy, but my tushy is all fair game for you, hun~"

"I want to... use your asscheeks!"

No words were extra exchanged between the two, her hands left his pulsating shaft - her skin coated with pre-cum, which she licked clean in a fruitful attempt to get Richard even more riled up for what came shortly after. Jessica put up a bit of distance and turned around, slowly pulling both her daisy dukes and panties down, in a slow, tantalizing fashion - aiming to get all of her hung nephew's attention and put it all on her ass.

For all of the hype and anticipation he was cultivating about it, Richard was definitely not disappointed by Jessica's ass. It was just as round and plush as he would've imagined, but also definitely on the more athletic side, her heroic past had a say on how her entire body turned out, and she looks great. At least to him.

She winked at him and openly fondled her own derriere, drawing his attention as he quickly closed the gap, sheathing his shaft in between her soft yet toned cheeks. It was all instinctual from there, almost as if he's done this before, and from how this reality of his panned out so far, the teen was super sure that he did get to enjoy an ass like this on the regular. His hips slowly moved up and down, enjoying a nice pace while his hands confidently set on her own hips, using them like handles.

"Going slower today?"

"I-I think I am aunty Jess."

"No problems, just know that I am here for you, for whatever you need..."

He softened up his slightly rough demeanor as he looked into her face and saw her head turned around to meet his gaze - shining a nurturing and sincere look - which did had him accept how everything turned out so far. It wouldn't hurt if he enjoys this reality, right?