Everyone is over 18 years of age.
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Doing her best not to make any noise, Rashida slowly let the door knob click and gently slid the dead bolt through. She smiled and applauded herself on the inside considering how tipsy she was.
Another year, another birthday. Amy, one of her most important friends in the world, was turning in another day and she hasn't missed a party, yet. It was nice to see all the familiar faces, including her pain-in-the-ass sister-friend, Aubrey, who put this situation with her nephew into motion in the first place. Unknown to Rashida at the time, this was one of Aubrey's better ideas.
Laying her purse against the inside of the couch, Rashida flicked the nearest light switch and spotted her nephew sound asleep in the recliner. Quickly shutting it off, she stepped out of her heels and headed towards the stairs.
It felt wonderful to get out of her tight leather jacket and tossed it onto the bed. She stretched her arms out and then pulled her low cut tank over, tossing it into the laundry. Unbuttoning her jeans and dropping them to the floor, she kicked out of them, sending them into the pile. Lastly, she grabbed a random pair of specs from her desk and headed down the hall way to her bathroom in her undies.
Rashida pulled a light pink kimono from the door and didn't bother tying it after sliding it on. She pulled a scrunchie from the pouch and put her hair in a lazy pony tail to top off this usual night attire.
Quietly making her way down the stairs, she popped into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge.
"This night isn't over," she thought.
Reaching for the cookie jar, she definitely pulled out way more than she needed and threw one into her mouth. She stuck her hand in and grabbed another one and then closed the jar.
"No one will know."
Heading back up the stairs, Rashida stopped and sighed, "Shit, my phone."
Slowly heading back down, she sat the wine on the sofa and rummaged her purse. Landing on her wallet, she realized she forgot to give her nephew the forty dollars he needed for tomorrow. She glanced at the wine and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
Rashida stepped up to him and felt around on his chest for a shirt pocket and found nothing. Now aiming for his shorts, she slid around his hips, but found out he was only in boxers. As she pulled away, the back of her hand bounced off of something and she held still.
"You would have a gigantic fucking boner at two in the morning," she whispered.
Without hesitation, Rashida's hand went upright and curled around the fabric. She squeezed her delicate fingers into all of it and took in the warmth. She let out a small sigh and started tugging on him.
"I'm addicted to this big ridiculous dick," she admitted to him silently, stroking it through his shorts.
Letting go, Rashida went to her wine and removed the cap. After a generous and delicious drink, she sat it down beside the recliner and slid down onto her knees. She leaned her face into the under side of his boxers and filled her face with warm balls and a rigid thickness that she couldn't keep herself away from.
"Been a minute since I've had a hard cock in my mouth," she thought.
Rashida pulled away and tipped her wine back again. There wasn't a voice telling her not to do this, only the voice that told her to take care of her family.
"Between me and you, I've been wanting to suck it ever since I accidentally saw it in the shower," she revealed, "That was your second day in my house. Imagine that. I was the pervert all along."
She rested her hands onto the hem of his boxers and started to pull, "That's my secret, though."
The fabric was starting to reach it's limit and she prayed it wouldn't tear.
"I'm glad you're so well-endowed, but c'mon, baby," she pleaded. Just then it popped free and slapped against her hands.
"Jesus," she smiled, pulling it down and under his bloated sack. The fat saggy balls spilled out and down against the chair.
"You don't have to worry about anything, baby," she whispered, "I'm here for you."
Rashida wrapped both of her little hands around the base and couldn't connect her finger tips. She pulled up and felt the blood pumping against her palms and slowly pulled it back down. Stretching him out, she tightened her grip and pulled up, coaxing a juicy stream to dribble out and slide down onto her hand.
"Oh, let me," she whispered.
Her nephew's throbbing head was quickly wrapped up by her warm strong muscle and continually stroked out bead after bead against her taste buds.
"Mmm," she shivered.
His salty juices were starting to mix with her wine, creating an interesting taste, but one she wasn't against having more of. Rashida pressed her wet lips onto the mushy tip and sucked in, sealing him and fluttering her tongue into it rapidly.
Rashida's hands were in a quicker and more stable rhythm, pulling more and more hot cream into her luscious frothing trap. Her head started to bob into it, forcing their mingling fluids to slush around and coat him in a moist layer that turned her lips into a velvety squeeze with a hug that cuddled every vein.
She closed her eyes and let her hands slide around his big hefty balls. They were so large. This is their third time together and she's always mesmerized by the fullness hanging between his legs.
"This is my dick," she thought to herself, "I don't know if I can let anyone else have it. I'm jealous just thinking about it. What is wrong with me? How do I explain this if we ever get caught? Does it really matter? Could I lose my career? That's silly. This happens all the time, ri-?"
Rashida was caught up in her own head and was unaware he was in her throat and cutting off her air. She felt her chest starting to fall in and realized he was sliding against her tonsils. Her bottom lip came down and she coughed a watery mess against his nuts. She quickly smeared it all over her hands and massaged them with the soupy mess.
"Oops," she shrugged.
"I can do this," she thought, the alcohol seeping right into her thought process.
Rashida took a breath through the nose and allowed it back in. Her tongue wiggled underneath him as she descended into his lap and touched her lavish lips to his pubes. She gently moved her head side to side, massaging him with her tightening throat, listening to her own gulps and internal gargling. She lifted up an inch and pushed it back in with a squish as it hit across her insides.
Tilting her head, she rested her chin against his balls and started bobbing. Rashida couldn't hide the audible slapping anymore as his slobbery nuts were being hit as she sucked it. She wasn't sure how he could still be asleep, but she was going to drain him, either way. In that moment, his leg started to tremble into her shoulder and she heard his breathing ramp up immediately.
Rashida was unable to see him, even with her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and didn't think about stopping. Just then, her dancing pony tail came to a stop as a large hand took the back of her head. Rashida groaned around it and he quickly started pulling her up and down. Both of them started to tense up and his hips started rising to meet her.
"I'm gonna cum, RJ," he said loudly.
"Mmmhm!" Rashida moaned, letting him take over.
Another hand clamped behind her head and Rashida was relieved of her duties. He slammed those fat wet balls against her and started pounding up into the inviting gooey hole his aunt had laid out for him. There were no coherent thoughts from either of them as he fucked Rashida's mouth with no holding back.
"Oh, god," he cried out.
Rashida felt him tightening around her head and struggled to stay still with no more air left, but she wanted this. Her hands gripped into the recliner fabric to hold steady. He was growing in her mouth. She could taste him leaking as he pushed and fucked it back and forth against her tongue. There was so much warm liquid spilling out until he shoved it down. He was pulling her along every inch until hitting her specs against his waist.
Rashida was starting to fade and he pulled her down hard. She heard his long guttural grunt and felt a hot feeling in her chest as he finally blew his load into her inner walls. Rashida gulped and sat still, feeling numerous splashes hitting the middle of her body. He held her down, fists balled into her hair and listening to her mouth suckle down everything she worked for. Splurt after splurt, Rashida swallowed the biggest nut of her nephew's life.
Rashida felt the tears trickle down her cheek, tickling her and tapped his leg. He wasn't getting it and she pulled as hard as she could to break free. A combination of their goop sputtered out from inside her jam-packed mouth and spilled over her lips in little waves down all over her chest.
She heaved for air and coughed hard, "Oh, fuck."
Rashida put her hand on her heart and breathed deep. He sat there looking at a faint silhouette of his aunt and caught his breath.
"Sorry," he said.
Rashida found his leg and rubbed her hand on it.
"For what, baby?" She said between coughs.
"I got caught up," he said, worried.
