Everyone is over the age of 18.
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Two weeks had passed since Rashida decided to take matters into her own hands. Walking into his room like that and stroking him to an orgasm was overwhelming, to say the least. Revealing herself and letting a blood relative shower her in cum was nothing she imagined in a million years. That's all history now.
Just like she predicted, he's happier and becoming himself again, but with one side effect: He always wants her. To his credit, he is very subtle and not disrespectful, but there isn't a moment where she's not glued to his obvious boner. Plus, he hasn't ruined anymore of her clothes. Right now, however, she's wondering why he isn't home, yet. He's never late.
Rashida sat up on her yoga mat and reached for her phone. She swiped to her nephew and tapped in a message asking about his whereabouts.
R: Not sure why you're late, but incase you don't see me, I'm on the back deck doing a few more sets than usual. Love you, xoxo.
She sat her phone down and tipped her water bottle back. "What a beautiful day," she thought, staring up into the bright blue sky.
Ding!
T: Walking slow. Should be home in about fifteen.
Rashida sat for a moment and realized he was going to need another boost from her soon. She understands depression. She understands this need and she's already opened pandora's box. It's a delicate situation, however. She can't risk him falling in love or not seeking out other women. This is temporary.
Despite all of this, the very thought of that enormous and perfect specimen pushing up into the deepest reaches of her was something she couldn't shake. She's never used her wand this much thinking about one dick in particular. It was so alive and pulsing between her hands that night. His balls were sagging so far below his chair and just thinking about the hot feeling she had after every rope landed was making her tingle down below.
Rashida heard him coming up the stairs from the side of the house and slid down into a frog position. She pushed her legs out wide and bent over. Her arms went as far forward as they could and she put her hips high into the air. She smiled to herself and couldn't help but feel silly setting him up like this.
Suddenly the door startled her and she let out a long sigh as if she were pretending to get in a big stretch. She heard nothing and broke the silence.
"Honey, is that you?"
Her nephew was caught in her trap. His eyes were fixated on the tightest pair of booty shorts he had ever seen. The thick round bubble was just barely rocking back and forth and in the middle was his aunt's two puffy lips pressing hard against the fabric. He didn't want to take his gaze from that ripe and juicy looking fruit, but he couldn't resist taking all of her glistening form in.
Rashida leaned back, pushing the limits of her shorts, revealing her wetness as her arousal tried to escape from the sides. Out of no where, she spotted his shadow on the side of the house and held back a giggle the moment she saw his third leg sticking up from his silhouette.
"Y...yea, it's me," he mumbled.
"Glad you're home," she said, "I need your help with something."
She was certain that his head just exploded, but she wasn't sure which one.
"I hurt a muscle on the set, yesterday," she said, stretching her arms out with a light groan, "Trainers said to take a couple days off, but it's still nagging me bad."
He only heard half of that. There were no coherent thoughts anymore. All he wanted to do was mount this beautiful woman and make her his for all time. His hand was already stuck on his shorts, rubbing back and forth.
"Think you can handle doing a small adjustment on me, hun?" She asked.
