You're Her Nephew

"You know him, he's busy with business. He probably had a late meeting as always" Mrs. Done replies.

"Jeez, would it kill him to put his family first instead of money for once?" Mark muttered under his breath.

"And who is this?" Cathy asks.

"Oh, this is John... my nephew" Mrs. Done nervously replies.

"I don't remember him being one of ours" her father jokes.

"Oh, no. This is Evan's (her ex-husband) brother's son" Mrs. Done says.

"I was having car troubles when my aunt came to pick me up. She mentioned dinner at her family's house and I figured it would be a great opportunity to get to know more of her family" you reply.

"Well it's great to meet a new edition to the family" Tim said, putting down his fork and shaking your hand.

Dinner progresses and more conversation is thrown your way.

"So, John, do you visit your aunt a lot?" Lee asks you.

"Oh, yes. I'm there pretty much every day" you reply with a smile.

Mrs. Done gives you "the look".

Before anything else can be said, Lee spills his glass of wine over onto your shirt after trying to reach for the salt. The wine soaks into your green polo and starts to spread.

"Oh, god! I'm so sorry" Lee says while grabbing his serviette to pat your shirt down.

"Oh, Brenda, take John upstairs and get him one of your father's shirts and throw his into the washing machine" Mrs. Done's mother says to Mrs. Done while pointing to the stairs.

Mrs. Done leads you by your arms up the stairs and to the laundry room where she puts your shirt in the washer. After that, she takes you into her parents bedroom to find a shirt. Mrs. Done searches through the closet to find a suitable shirt for you. As she does, you can't help but notice her shapely behind swaying and jiggling as she moves around. You get behind her and give her butt a firm squeeze. Mrs. Done does a quiet yelp before turning her head to scold you.

"Are you serious? Here of all places?! This is where my parents sleep!" she tells you in a quiet tone.

"Okay, how about in the hallway then?" you suggest.

"The hallway? What are you suggesting we do in the hallway?" Mrs. Done questions.

"A quickie with your mouth would be good."

"What if someone sees us? Do you know how awkward that will be if one of my siblings walks in on me blowing my "nephew"?"

"Relax, I can make them forget remember?"

"...Okay, that's fine" Mrs. Done reluctantly agrees. "But let me guess, you want me to take my clothes off, right?"

You nod your head with a smile, to which Mrs. Done does a sharp exhale before leading you quietly out of the room.

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With both of you in the hallway, Mrs. Done quickly peaks her head from around the top of the stairs to see if anyone else is coming before going back to you.

"Only for my husband" Mrs. Done says, giving you a kiss before taking her shirt off.

Her pants follow next, then her bra and panties hit the floor. Mrs. Done takes your dick out and grabs it by the base, sticking her tongue out to rest the tip on it. She swirls around it like she would a lollipop before nibbling at it. Mrs. Done opens her mouth more and takes your cock completely into her mouth, maintaing eye contact while doing so.

Mrs. Done seamlessly slides her lips up and down your cock while her tongue works the inferior side. She has frequent bouts of stopping at the base and licking the frenulum of your cock and scrotum (that connective skin between the top of your sack and base of dick). Mrs. Done stares up at you and you watch her cheeks suck into her mouth while tugging on your cock with her lips.

You grab the back of her head and quickly slam her down. Mrs. Done jolts her head in a silent before letting your dick slide out of her mouth.

"Not so rough!" she angrily whispers to you.

Mrs. Done huffs before gripping your saliva-covered dong and taking it back into her mouth. Her soft-hands grip onto your thighs and hold herself in place in order to throat your dick worry-free. The more she fiercely tugs on your cock with her mouth, the closer you feel to cumming.

"Just 10-seconds. That's all I want to cum down your throat" you tell her.

"Fine, but ONLY ten" Mrs. Done pulls off to tell you.

Mrs. Done patiently waits with her mouth open and the tip of your cock hovering in the space between her teeth. Once you're ready, you push her head into your crotch and thrust into her throat. A heavy flow of cum shoots out and directly down your wife's throat.

You are so caught up in ejaculating in your wife's mouth that you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Footsteps trail up the stairs but only you can hear them since your hands are also covering Mrs. Done's ears. The next thing you know, Tim is at the top of the stairs looking to the left before looking right at the two of you.

He stiffens up at the sight of his sister getting her mouth packed full of jizz by her supposed "nephew". Before he can make a move or utter a sound, you quickly mind-control him into a frozen-state, basically frozen in time. Mrs. Done finishes up and glances over to the side with her mouth still full of cream.

She sees her brother.

Her eyes grow wide and she swallows your load in a panic. In an instant, you mind-control Mrs. Done into forgetting about what had just happened, as well as Tim, and get back in the bedroom with her, grabbing her clothes too. With a new shirt on that you randomly grabbed from the closet and Mrs. Done with her clothes back on, you resume Tim and Mrs. Done.

Tim sees the two of you leaving the room.

"Ah, I was wondering what was taking so long" he said.

"Yeah, we couldn't find a shirt that fit" Mrs. Done awkwardly stated.

With Tim far down the stairs, Mrs. Done pulls you in by your arm and whispers, "you better be glad he didn't catch us!"

"Yeah, that would have been bad" you whisper back then stare at the wall with a raised eyebrow as it were a hidden camera.

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Back in the dining room, Mrs. Done and you take your seats once more.

Dinner resumes as normal until it was time to go. Thinking back on how your wife drained your cock in front of her brother, you get a dirty idea.

Out loud, you mind-control Mrs. Done into telling the table what had occurred upstairs and the context of your relationship. Mrs. Done sits up straight and exclaims:

"I blew my nephew in the hallway and sucked out his sperm! But that's nothing compared to all of the semen he's pumped into my pussy and ass!"

The stable sat shocked and agape at Mrs. Done's sudden confession.

After enjoying the moment for a bit, you mind-control everyone into forgetting about Mrs. Done's statement and conclude the evening.

Mrs. Done's family says their goodbyes to each other as well as you.

"Stop by again some time!" Mrs. Done's mother says to you.

Mrs. Done and yourself get into her car and drive back home.

"Well, it seems that we have a new charade to keep up around my family" Mrs. Done tells you.

"Just think how much fun it would be if we all went on a trip or something and had no idea that their sweet Brenda was getting her cunt and ass stuffed with her "nephew's" cock!" you tell her.

Mrs. Done gasps then playfully slaps your shoulder.

"You're a fucking pervert" she says in a joking tone.

Time passes on the road and you find yourself back near your house.

"Shit, I forgot to get my things from my old house" Mrs. Done says.

Mrs. Done parks her car in your parking lot and walks over to her old house with you. She unlocks the door and heads inside. You follow her upstairs where she starts to pack all of her clothes into several suitcases.

"Is it hard for you to do this?" you ask her.

"Not in the slightest. Sure, I raised my daughter in this house but now she's out on her own and that left me with a lifeless marriage where I hardly ever got to see my husband. Now that I don't have to raise a kid anymore, I just want to fuck for the rest of my life!"

"Well, let's get your things back to the house and get to that right away!" you respond.

You and Mrs. Done take her belongings down the stairs and over to your house. The two of you then walk back over to Mrs. Done's old house and stand in front of it.

"Any last remarks before you never have to come back here?" you ask her.

Mrs. Done gets a contemplative look, putting her hand on her chin.

Turning around to face the street, she bends over, pulls her pants down, and moons her old house, spanking herself too. You and Mrs. Done both have a laugh but then Mrs. Done grabs your arm.

"Hey, let's go back inside. I've got one last thing I want to do" she says.

Mrs. Done takes you back inside her house.

After closing the door, Mrs. Done strips out of her clothes once again and pushes you onto the couch.

"I want my ex-husband to walk in on me draining my new husband's cock" she says while pulling your cock out.

Repeating the same style of blowjob from her parent's house, Mrs. Done sucks you off on her couch, occasionally pulling off to say obscenities to you.

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You hear a car pull in to the drive way, then the jingling of keys and the jiggling of the door handle.

In walks Mrs. Done's ex-husband who is still in his suite and no doubt exhausted from a long day. He makes his way to the living room where the first thing he sees is his ex-wife on her knees with her head buried between your thighs, taking in your bountiful load.

"gulp gulp Ah! Always better fresh!" Mrs. Done says, licking the cum off her lips.

Mrs. Done takes her time getting up while her ex-husband berates her.

"Yes! He is better because he's there when I need him" Mrs. Done says to her ex-husband.

They switch over to a different language that you can't pinpoint, so you can't make out much.

Before Mrs. Done can make it to the door, you mind-control the two then grab a marker.

You uncap it and walk over to Mrs. Done. Starting with her tits, you write, "John's TITS" across both, then move onto her ass where you write, "John's SPERM DUMP" with an arrow pointing to her asshole. For her pussy, you write, "John's CUNT", and "SEMEN SUCKER" on her throat.

You resume the two and continue to let them argue.

"Take a good look at my ass because this is the last time you'll ever see it!" Mrs. Done said, spanking herself once again before walking out the front door.

You quickly mind-control Mrs. Done's ex-husband into forgetting about her and make your exit.

Mrs. Done does a shameless nude-walk across the street and to your house. Once on the front porch, she turns to you and says:

"Let's kick-off this marriage right, John!"

The both of you go inside and fuck like animals until morning.

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"John! What is this?!" Mrs. Done yells at you for your wakeup call.

You groggily open your eyes and look over at Mrs. Done who is pointing at her breasts.

"What? I like it!" you tell her.

"God, you just want the world to know what I do to you, don't you?" she says with a bubbly demeanor.

"Hey, you should get one of those as a tattoo" you suggest.

Mrs. Done gasps.

"Absolutely not! Well... maybe not "SEMEN SUCKER" on my throat, but I do like the anal one. On second thought, I don't want any."

"What about a shirt or two? Pleeeeease?" you plead.

"sigh Fine, I'll wear the shirts" your wife caves-in and agrees. Mrs. Done makes a call then gets dressed before heading out.

Within the day, Mrs. Done returns home with a bag full of shirts.

"Okay, here's what I got" she says while pulling the shirts out.

"Sperm Dump"

"Semen Sucker"

"Anal Slut"

"Jizz Addict"

"Deepthroat Only"

"MILF-Cock Drainer"

"My Ass is My Second Pussy"

You admire all of the shirts.

"So, you're going to wear those out, right?" you ask.

"Maybe. But I'll wear them when we're out of town for now" Mrs. Done says.

"You want to fuck near the pool?" you ask.

"Sure!" Mrs. Done agrees.