A month after Chris and I began sleeping together, I got a call from my sister Jan. She divorced her husband a year ago and now lives with her 20 year-old son Jackson. She was going on a surprise, last-minute vacation with her best friend Anne and wanted to know if Jackson could stay with us for a week. I wasn't that happy about the idea, but I had no excuse, so I said "Yes, of course, we'd love to have Jackson!"
When I got off the phone, I told Chris that Jackson was coming to stay.
"Of course, you know what that means? No sleeping together while he's here."
"Really?" Chris looked bummed.
"I know," I told him, "guess we'll just have to be patient, until he leaves."
Jackson arrived a few days later. I made up the room beside Chris's for him. He was a tall, good-looking boy with blue eyes and thick, dark wavy hair. He hugged me when he arrived and almost lifted me off the floor. He was about a foot taller than me, muscular and strong.
"Wow, Aunt Cindy, I forgot you were so petite," he said, putting me down.
That night we had pizza and watched TV on the sofa. Chris and Jackson talked music and video games and laughed a lot at young-guy jokes that I didn't get. Around 11.00 I got up and said goodnight.
"You guys go to bed when you're ready," I told them, "Just be quiet on the stairs. I have to work tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep."
The first two nights were uneventful. I was tired and I slept soundly without my medication. I thought I might have trouble, because I was used to having Chris with me, but I was out like a light in no time.
By the third night, a Wednesday, I was feeling anxious and impatient. I was missing Chris at night and thinking about how frustrated he must be getting. He was used to having sex with me whenever we felt like it. Now we were both suffering this enforced celibacy. To make things worse, I had just received a package of gorgeous new lingerie that I had been looking forward to wearing for Chris.
After we ate dinner on Wednesday night, I told the boys I was going to take a long bath and go to bed early. I took my bath and shaved my pussy, legs and armpits. Then I dried off, put on lotion and opened the packages of lingerie. There were three sexy outfits, but the one I loved most was a long, sheer robe that fastened at the neck and was open all the way down to my ankles. I put it on and stood looking at myself in the full length mirror. The material was light, transparent and clingy. My breasts poked through the nylon. When I stood still, the two sides of the robe hung together and concealed my body slightly, but when I walked, the robe billowed out on both sides and flashed my naked thighs, shaved pussy and nipples.
I tried on a pair of thigh highs for contrast, and they looked great under the white robe. Then I put on heels to give myself some height. This outfit was incredibly sexy. I was turning myself on in the mirror, and I knew it would drive Chris wild. I was dying to show it to him, but I couldn't risk Jackson seeing me.
I must have spent hours trying on the outfits and at some point I heard Chris and Jackson close their doors. I took my medication and continued posing in the mirror in the different outfits. I was getting more and more turned on. I kept coming back to the long, sheer robe with the thigh highs and heels. I walked back and forth in front of the mirror, watching how the billowing robe revealed my thighs, my tits and my pussy. I was swollen and wet. I posed and pretended to masturbate in front of the mirror.
"Fuck it," I said to the mirror.
i opened my door a little and surveyed the hall. It was clear. I tiptoed down to Chris's room and slipped inside.
He was lying in bed. I put my finger to my lips and he drew back the covers. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and I could see he had an erection. I stepped across the room slowly in my heels, letting my robe billow out, exposing and then concealing my thighs and breasts. Chris mouthed "WOW!" as I moved and posed for him. I retreated and stood against the wall, pushing out my shaved mound and stroking it as he watched. He kneeled on the bed and slipped his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Then he began stroking himself as he watched me. I caressed myself and held out my juicy, glistening fingertips. Then I rubbed the juice on my nipples, holding the robe open to reveal my big, firm tits, all shiny with fresh pussy.
I shook my hips and rotated my ass for Chris and then I leaned back on the wall, spread my thighs and caressed my thighs and stocking tops, my hands moving up slowly to touch my stiff clit. Ever since our first experience together, Chris loved to watch me masturbate standing up. I was reliving that first night as I played with myself, fingering my slit and rubbing juice on my clit, then masturbating my slippery clit to the edge of orgasm, only to stop at the last second, leaving my clit throbbing.
Chris was kneeling on the bed, his shaved cock standing straight up. He caressed the sensitive tip, drawing out big drips of pre-cum and letting them spill down his shaft. Then he began to pump his big cock, with his eyes glued to my pussy. I was dying to feel that cock thrusting inside me, and I moved slowly across the room, letting my robe billow around my legs, showing off my thigh highs, which Chris also loves me to wear.
I reached the side of the bed and Chris buried his face between my thighs, sniffing my scent and licking my sweet syrup. Chris told me over and over how he adored my taste and smell. I now rub my juice between my breasts along with a tiny spray of perfume, so Chris can smell my pussy every time he hugs me.
Chris pulled me onto his bed and I knelt over his cock, stroking it gently. I placed his head between my soaking lips, and Chris thrust up inside me. He was incredibly hard -- he hadn't had me in days. I hid my face in his neck to muffle my groans. He gripped my ass as he rode me hard from underneath. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, but it wasn't easy to restrain our sex noises as we fucked. I was holding Chris's face against my breasts and trying to muffle his low moans as he rode me faster. I was dying for him to cum inside me and fill me with his pent up juices.
I felt his big cock twitch in my tight channel and then he pulsed and pulsed again. I felt his cum saturating me, overflowing my lips and soaking my thigh highs. He groaned into my boobs and held me close for a long time.
"Oh God, Chris," I whispered, "That was amazing! I hope we didn't wake your cousin, but I couldn't help making noises and you were really groaning when you came in me. I love you baby! I just had to show you this outfit and I can tell you like it! Now I really must sneak back and get to sleep before Jackson gets up to go to the bathroom or something."
We kissed and I tore myself away, leaving Chris to pass out on his bed. I was dripping cum and my thigh highs were soaked in our juices. I held my heels and tiptoed down the hallway praying that Jackson wouldn't come out of his room, I looked nothing like a respectable auntie, dripping cum, dressed in slutty lingerie, doing a walk of shame from my son's bedroom. I had almost reached my door when the bathroom door at the end of the hallway opened and light flooded out. Jackson stood in the doorway, completely naked, looking at me as he stroked his hard cock.
I tried to hold my robe together as he approached me, but suddenly he was pressing his strong naked body against me and pushing me through my bedroom door. He gently closed the door behind us and then lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. I could feel his hard cock against my belly as he pressed his hand between my thighs and slid a thick middle finger into my cum soaked pussy.
