James' education continues...
If you haven't read part one of this adventure, let me briefly summarize. My younger sister's eldest son is James. He had just turned 18 and was taking a week-long pre-college class at a location near my home. My sister asked if James could come stay with us for the week, and I agreed. I always had a soft spot for James. To my surprise, his visit turned out to be a sex-filled week of firsts. James got quite an education indeed.
A few weeks later, my sister called and asked if James could return for another week. Apparently, James enjoyed his week-long course so much that he registered for a second course. Of course, he could.
Prior to his return, I modified the basement for James. The basement was much larger than the guest room, plus it had a TV and its own bathroom, giving him much more privacy.
On the first morning of his return, I immediately went down to see James the minute my husband left for work. It had been four weeks since our last encounter, and I was looking forward to this upcoming sex-filled week.
As I was entering his den, I said, "Good Morning" to announce myself. As I looked in, there he was on his bed, completely naked, stroking himself. He had headphones on while watching porn on his laptop. He did not hear or see me.
I just froze and watched him as he stroked away. I have always loved watching guys masturbate, and this was a treat for me. I was wearing my short bathrobe with nothing underneath. As I stood there watching, I could feel my juices flowing. It was so erotic to watch him stroke his young cock.
I began to touch myself as I watched. I was getting right into it when he saw me. Being spotted, I walked up to the bed and stood over him. I opened up my robe so he could see my body and I closed his laptop. I instructed him not to stop stroking as I wanted to watch and touch myself also. He was now stroking himself as he stared at my body. This was just too much for me. I rubbed my clitoris fast and furious as he had his face inches away. I had a spectacular orgasm as I stood over him. I had to grab his shoulder for support as my legs began to tremble and go weak. He erupted, and a stream of warm semen shot up towards me and across the bed.
I fell into bed with him and giggled, "Welcome back."
It wasn't long before he was hard again and we were having sex. But something about him had changed from his last visit.
James was much more assertive and confident in himself. I was no longer the older woman in control. James was no longer shy and bashful. He knew what he wanted and he was taking it. He was taking me much more forcefully. The roles were reversed; James was now in control.
I was thrilled to see this new-found confidence. James had become an excellent lover. Damn, I must be a good teacher, I thought.
Being on the submissive side, I found him taking control very arousing. The thought that such a young, virile man wanted me as much as he did was a big boost to my ego. I loved James because he was my nephew, but I also loved him as the young man that was now fucking my brains out.
James told me that his class didn't start until 11 a.m. and that he would be finished and home by 2:30 p.m. Oh wow, he's going to fuck me non-stop this week. He is going to break me! The boy was in his sexual prime and constantly hard. I was excited but also a bit apprehensive.
That first morning, James fucked me vigorously. It was obvious he had missed me and had been thinking of me and the things he wanted to do to me the entire time he was away. For two full hours, he fucked me that first morning.
He was over six feet tall and athletic, so he gave me quite a pounding... over and over in every position. He was no longer shy and gentle. He took me on the bed, over the coffee table, on the stairs, in the shower... my God I kept looking at the clock. He said he had been watching lots of porn, which gave him all kinds of ideas. Great, I thought.
When he finally left for school, I had another shower and fell asleep. It was his first morning, and I was already sore and exhausted. I rested up as much as I could, as I knew once he arrived back home, I was in for another couple of hours of sex before my husband returned from work.
It was obvious I wasn't going to get much done that week. I couldn't help but sense I was now James' fuck toy. Not that I was complaining, but it had been years since a man was so obsessed with me. Besides, it was me that started the whole thing.
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One afternoon, there was an unexpected interruption to our routine. Before James arrived home, a good friend of mine, Rhonda, dropped by unannounced.
Rhonda was two years younger than me. She was a couple of inches taller and had a firm, athletic body. She was not overweight; she just had a thicker bone structure than I did at my petite stature. I always loved her long, thick dark hair.
She was married and had two young children. Her husband worked from home and took care of the children while she earned a good living.
She was very attractive and always had a keen sense of fashion. I suspected her appearance made it difficult for the men in her office to concentrate on her in meetings. What I am saying is that she was gorgeous.
She had just finished up a meeting and was in my neck of the woods, so she decided to see if she could catch me at home.
I was glad to see her and actually felt a bit relieved that her presence would interfere with Jame's and my routine. It would give me a much needed afternoon off, so to speak.
As much as I enjoyed being the centre of attention for James, he was literally wearing me out. I was having a little difficulty keeping up with Jame's incredible libido.
In short, I was being slowly fucked to death and it was a bit overwhelming at times. So I welcomed taking an afternoon off due to Rhonda's visit.
Rhonda and I were visiting in the living room when James came home. I had just gone to get us each a second glass of wine and was in the kitchen when James bolted through the back door into the kitchen.
I had my back to him, holding the two full wine glasses, when he came up behind me, hugged me, and kissed me on the neck as he reached around to feel my breasts. With the two glasses of wine in my hands, I could not block his uninvited touching of my breasts.
I quickly turned to him and said, "James, not now; I have a visitor."
James and I both turned quickly towards a noise at the kitchen entrance, and we saw a very shocked Rhonda watching this very brief scene unfold. Rhonda had heard James come in and had followed me into the kitchen to meet my young nephew.
Apparently, she had seen the hug, the kiss on the neck, and his cupping of my breasts, and she was shocked at the implication. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, mortified that my good friend had witnessed this teenage boy fondling me.
I tried to ignore the awkwardness of the situation and introduced Rhonda to James. James was as embarrassed at being caught by Rhonda as I was.
Rhonda was polite and said nothing in Jame's presence, but she gave me a knowing and questioning look as she shook Jame's hand. James was polite but excused himself immediately to escape the embarrassment of the moment.
As James went downstairs to his little basement fortress, Rhonda raised her eyebrows and asked simply, "Okay, what was that about?"
