Everyone is over the age of 18.
Original: 10/25/17
Story Revision: 11/1/17
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The last month has been challenging for her, to say the least. She's finally accepted the fact that sleeping with her nephew to help him cope with his dead mother isn't the worst thing in the world, but now she's addicted to that blessing between his legs.
Keeping it a secret has also been trying. Out in public, she has to remind him to not fondle her or display any public affection. Of course, she whispers to him that he will be taken care of later on, but that they must not get caught. Ever. There's been at least two moments where their lives could have been changed in an instant. Luckily, the employee didn't catch on to Rashida getting slowly fucked in a dressing room. It was close, but he stuffed her mouth full of the lace panties she was about to buy.
Life is incredible at home, however. Now that they are sleeping together in the same room, the morning begins with the blanket moving up and down. Underneath, Rashida is already hard at work, bobbing up and down. After a few minutes of working her magic, she's slurping down a nut butter protein shake and heading towards the shower for work.
Her latest show, Angie Tribeca, is doing wonderfully. Her writing is flourishing and being sexually satisfied every single day has been elevating her ability on set. She thought Parks and Recreation was her favorite show to work on, but this one is gradually taking it's spot. She loves her job and loves the way things are going right now.
In the afternoon, Rashida prepares a mid-day snack for him after he gets home from the campus. Usually, she'll meet him at the door and immediately pull at his belt buckle. She greets him with kisses and then slides to her knees for another mouthful of delicious cream. It's a wonderful treat for her and he leaves all tension from school at the door. Often, if he wants to make her his fuck doll for a moment, he grabs her hair, plunges as deep as he can and pulls out. Rashida gives him a smile as a barrage of thick ropes splatter her beautiful face.
After the evening starts to wind down, Rashida knows that any moment she's going to get her brains fucked out. In the shower, while watching a movie or while reading a book. She automatically shifts onto her belly when reading a book. He's drawn to her ass as soon as he walks into the room and mounts her. After half an hour of getting dicked down, she ends up with a gooey load squirting up into her or her thick chocolate butt being smothered in a hot glaze.
On this particular morning, though, he hit the alarm and sat up from his own bed. He winced away from the bright sun light scattered through his window and shambled down the hall way towards Rashida's room. He vaguely remembered her telling him that she would be out, but didn't know for how long. He must have passed out.
His dick was doing everything it could to stand straight up, but his distended sack was pulling everything down with it's weight. It was that time of the morning to slide up into the warm embrace of his aunt and release a few days of built up tension. He spotted her car keys on a stand just near her room and felt the blood push towards his swollen head. The door to her room being slightly ajar was enough invitation for him and he pushed through quietly.
The feeling of silk on his feet distracted him and he stopped to look around. Multiple garments were strung out beside the bed. Bras, panties, dresses and jackets. He heard the gentle snoozing of his aunt and turned to her bundled up on the edge. He thought that maybe she was unsure of what to wear; That happens a lot.
Continuing to step forward, he immediately stopped and felt his stomach fall.
Next to Rashida, a big mess of brunette hair lay just below her chin. His aunt was spooning another woman and the feeling of betrayal started to bubble in the lowest part of his insecurities. Just then Rashida adjusted and snuggled closer to her partner, bringing her arm around her exposed chest.
He turned and headed for the bathroom. Clinching his hands and then shaking them out, he just didn't understand. She was his and his only. Why is she with another person? Granted, it's not socially acceptable to fuck his aunt, but they were in a silent agreement, weren't they? This just doesn't make sense. He slammed the shower door and cranked the hot water.
His time in the scalding water was brief and out of no where, he heard the toilet flush. Instantly, he wanted to give his aunt a piece of his mind and swung the door open.
"RJ, we need to talk," he started, grabbing a towel.
He couldn't see anything but an outline and went to wipe his eyes.
"Oh, no. Sorry. It's me. It's Natalie," the mystery woman revealed. She realized everything all at once and stood up. "Gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were coming out that quickly."
Natalie tied the light pink robe together that she borrowed from Rashida and stood there, gawking at the stud her friend had talked about all night. His ridicuously toned body and that exceptional thing shaking up and down while he dried his head grabbed her full attention. She looked up and caught his eyes and put on a beautiful smile followed by a light blush from her cheeks.
"Yeah, it's no problem," he said quietly.
He was staring down, butt-ass naked, to a half-clothed Natalie Portman and his erection had a mind of it's own, trying to pull him towards her. His emotions were scattered and he couldn't ignore his aunt's infidelity.
"Rashida didn't tell me about...all of that," she said, her finger pointed at his full-on manhood, her hand twirling in a circle.
"Is that right?" He said without much interest.
"Sorry if I'm being too forward," Natalie said with a slight uncertainty across her face.
"Nah, it's cool," he said, resuming drying, "RJ awake, too?"
Natalie stepped forward and pulled the robe apart. Peeling away the fabric from her perfectly shaped breasts, she slid her hands up to her hips and cocked them.
"No, just me," she whispered with another big smile.
"What the fuck is going on," he thought. His mind raced and he attempted to pull the towel around himself but she intervened.
"Hold on," she said quickly, grasping onto the towel. She pulled it towards her and was surprised that he let it go so easily.
"Your aunt told me to start celebrating even if she wasn't awake, so...," she trailed off.
"Celebrating what?" he said completely confused.
Natalie's soft delicate finger tips pushed against his hard warmth and trailed along the veins until grasping it tightly. It was a lot heavier than she realized.
"Um, your birthday, silly. ...Duh," she said.
A dreamy look came over her cute face and she leaned in with her mouth. She parted those pert and plump lips and didn't hesitate to release her tongue with a light moan and heavy breath against the fat head before her. She enveloped it completely and slobbered around it before bringing them back with a slurp and a loud pop.
"Shit, " he mumbled. He was so angry that he totally forgot about his birthday. "Forgot about that shit," he muttered again.
"Mmmhmmph," she let out, her head twisting around the tip again, swirling and wrapping the mushy tip against the entirety of her inviting wet insides. Natalie plopped his huge cock from her mouth with another loud crack and stood up, wiping her bottom lip with a finger.
"I'm only half of your birthday present," she smiled.
Pulling her hair to one side, she leaned in and let him watch inch after inch disappear. He felt the head hit the back and slid a hand through her incredibly soft hair. He would have already grabbed Rashida with both hands and fucked her throat, but something about this innocent looking woman sliding her lips back and forth this graciously made him reconsider. He took his hand away and let her polish every bit of his wide shaft that she could.
"You know how to suck dick, for sure," he said bluntly.
Natalie pulled her puffy lips away, leaving him in a shiny coating and slurped away from it.
"Why do you think she brought me here?" She revealed, tugging on his boner with one hand. She lit up with that infectious smile again after she surrounded his balls as much as she could, fondling his fist sized sack.
