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.
Jamie told her, "Auntie Jayne, get ready he's going to blow."
She took his cock out of her mouth and started sliding her hand up and down his shaft, faster and faster, there was no need for lubrication, there was enough of her saliva on his cock and balls to fill a kettle.
"FUCK, here it comes; hold on, it's going to be a big one."
"Yes!! Glaze my fucking face and tits!!"
Jamie shot his load, and true to his word, it was a big one. Jayne wasn't sure, but she counted seven shots; after two long strands landed across her face, she was smiling and he was panting, then she pointed the firing weapon all over her chest.
His aunt gave him a couple of minutes to come down from his orgasmic high. While she was waiting for him to calm down, she was rubbing his juices all over her breasts and because there was so much, she even rubbed some on her stomach and then even more down on her pussy, before scooping the strands from her face, and licking it off her finger like cream from a cake.
When Jamie started laughing at her, she got up off the bed and asked him how fast he could shower. He looked at her a bit confused, then she tapped the clock on the bedside table.
"Oooohhh fuuuck." Jamie ran for the shower, but just before he left the room, he began to ask, "Jayne, could you grab my clothes from down... oh, okay," as she had pointed to them.
Jayne got dressed in record time and was busy applying some light makeup when Jamie stepped out of the shower and popped his head into the room. "Aunt Jayne, can you help me out with a toothbrush."
"Use mine for today. I'll grab you one from the surgery that you can hide here."
"Ugghh, share a toothbrush? Isn't that weird?" he asked.
Mockingly, she acted shocked, "Sooo, you'll put your mouth here, but won't share a toothbrush?" pointing to her pussy.
After a light chuckle, he brushed his teeth and got dressed. When he came out of the bathroom, he walked up to right behind Jayne where she was sitting, doing her makeup. He bent down and lightly kissed her on the nape of her neck; he pulled her hair to the side and then kept kissing her neck until he got to her earlobe. He put his mouth over the lobe and started sucking.
Jayne had goosebumps all over her body. "Baby, you've got to stop, I'd love to play some more, but we are going to run late." She looked at him in the mirror and smiled.
He was standing there with a playful pout on his face.
"Why is it that some men can be so nice, and then you get the rest; no need to tell you who I'm talking about?"
"Auntie Jayne, you will always find people like that; if everybody was the same, life would be a bore."
Jayne took Jamie's hand and pulled him out the room and down the stairs; she would have to come back after work and clean up the room properly.
"Come on, let's go."
Jayne drove Jamie to the college; when he was getting out, she said, "Think of something so you can come again later."
