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.
