Jayne woke up tired, reaching out to shut her alarm off. When she felt the hand on her titty, it all came back to her-- the sex, the love, the way her nephew had made her feel. She thought back for a second, she could not remember when last she had felt this good, tired, exhausted but exhilarated; she could not help but smile.
She eased his hand off of her breast, not that she wanted to, but she had to, as she was bursting for the toilet. As she sat down on the loo, the smile still had not left her face; she was feeling good.
She started to pee and could not help but cringe, her pussy had this burning sensation and she thought to herself, 'You know what? My little kitty might be burning now, but it was all worth it.'
She dabbed herself dry, stood up, and walked out the bathroom, stark naked, on her way to the kitchen. She started smiling again, thinking to herself, 'Even this, when last did I walk around in my own home, naked? Not even when Stuart was around,' because she would not hear the end of it. She walked into the kitchen and poured water into the kettle.
While the kettle was warming up, she started putting all the dirty dishes and cutlery from the previous night in the dishwasher. She went to the living room to retrieve their wine glasses. She saw clothes all strewn around, and started picking them up and folding them; not once had the smile left her face.
She thought to herself, 'Now my pussy and my cheeks are hurting, what a combination.' The last item she picked up was Jamie's underwear. She stood there, starting to fold it, but then she thought, 'What the hell,' and brought them up to her nose, and smelt them-- she could not resist. She smelt fabric softener and then a male musky smell, probably a bit of sweat, but it all added up to something very intoxicating-- she just loved that smell. Once again, she could not even remember when Stuart had smelt that good.
Walking back into the kitchen, she saw the kettle boiling and started laughing, and said out loud, "Yeah, I was boiling like that last night."
She made herself a mug of coffee and sipped it, thinking, 'You know what? I'm not even feeling bad about all of this, I'm happy-- fuck that, I'm very happy.'
She took the clothes and her coffee, and went back to her room. She put the clothes and her coffee in the bedroom, taking hers and putting them in the wash basket, leaving Jamie's clothes there.
She walked back to her bed and stood there, just looking at Jamie's face-- he looked so peaceful. She looked down at the top part of his torso sticking out from under the bed sheet, at his muscles, then those beautiful lips that had kissed her so passionately. Her eyes went to his still closed eyes, and she thought back to the previous night, seeing those eyes when they looked at her, devouring her, appreciating her, and if she was not mistaken, she even saw a touch of love there.
She snapped out of her daydream and went for a quick shower. While she was showering, a broad smile came to her lips-- she had an idea. She quickly got out of the shower and toweled herself dry.
Still naked, she went down to the kitchen to get Jamie a cup of coffee. When she got back, she put the coffee on the side table and then got onto the bed on her knees next to Jamie. She slowly lifted the sheet off of him, and saw that he had morning wood. She thought, 'Ideal for my plan to work.' She bent down, took his cock, and lifted it from his belly to her mouth, and slowly started stroking him, while moving her tongue around the glans of his penis.
When she got to the underside of the head, she kept licking the banjo string under the head; she knew that part was very sensitive for a man.
She started feeling giddy at this stage; she knew she was very wet, but she dared not put her fingers in her twat, it was still a bit sensitive down there. When she looked up, she could see Jamie starting to wake up.
First, his eyes opened, then a smile crossed his face, he then had a long stretch, and said, "Good morning, beautiful. I'd like to wake up like this every morning."
She looked up at him, and said, "I wish I could wake you up like this every morning," never leaving his cock, still stroking him.
"Listen, I would like to say something, so hear me out first and don't get your knickers in a twist before you've heard what I have to say, okay?"
"Oohkaay, let's hear it."
She looked at him, and said, "It doesn't take an electrical engineer to figure out that what we have done is wrong, I'm still a married woman cheating on my husband due to circumstances, and we will have to keep this a secret, and I do mean a secret. Can you imagine what the family will do to us if they find out? Even worse, imagine what Stuart would do to us? Okay?"
"Okay," Jamie said, "and?"
Jayne smiled, and said, "Stop looking so worried, you're making me nervous." She continued, "Look, Jamie, I don't know about you and I don't know how you feel, but for me, last night was the most special night I have had in years. I, as a person, do not want what we had last to stop. What are your feelings about this?"
"I want this, babe... whatever this is at the moment! After last night, god, I'm sure!"
"Promise?"
"I promise," said Jamie. "Look at the time, if you want to make me cum, we'd better hurry."
Jayne smiled at him, and said, "I just have one more request."
"And that is?"
"Will you cum on my titties so I can rub it in and wear you all day?"
"On one condition."
"And that is?"
"When I cum, will you also point my dick at your face too?"
"Of course! What kind of aunt would I be if I didn't?"
"Mmmmm, yes! Now come on, wank me faster, or we'll be late for classes and work."
Jayne started masturbating him faster; she leant down and took the top part of his cock into her mouth. She thought about his eight-and-a-half inches and how wonderful it had felt in her pussy-- she could take all of it in her cunt, but her mouth was a different story. She pushed him as deeply as she could, but started gagging.
She felt around for Jamie's hand, got hold of it, and pulled it to her head, pushing his hand down. Jamie realised what she wanted from him; he pushed her head down, and she started gagging again. He did not relent and pushed her down a bit more, feeling his cock go into her throat and released his grip. She pulled back, and when she got her breath back, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Jayne was not crying; it was the effect of the gagging, the same as when you vomit, everybody's eyes tear up then. She went down on him again, determined to get his whole length down her throat. Jamie started pushing down again, but this time, harder and faster; he wanted to push her past the gagging stage quickly. It had worked, as he felt his dick go into her throat. She kept her head there, smiling at herself-- she had done it, but had no idea how; her nose was in his trimmed pubic hair and she stuck out her tongue and licked his balls.
With Jayne licking his balls and swallowing his cock, he could feel the sensation around his cock head. The movement of her tongue on his balls was too much for Jamie to handle; he felt that familiar tingling feeling from his toes, up his leg and into his balls, he could feel his cum starting to pulsate on its journey.
Remembering his aunt wanted it on her massive tits, he warned, "Baby, I'm very close, keep those tits of yours ready."
Jayne pulled back so just the head of his dick was in her mouth; she swirled her tongue around his crown, which was the final straw.
