Sunday morning, Sarah woke to Mike kissing her body. He had moved to her nipples by now, kissing and sucking each. "Mike, ooh, didn't you get enough sex yesterday?"
"Waking up next to you, especially on a Sunday morning, I can't resist you," he replied, before returning his attentions to her tits. He was soon between her legs and Sarah murmured, as his tongue slipped into her velvety pussy.
"Mike, fuck! Nothing like getting one's pussy licked on a Sunday morn--Oh!" Sarah stuttered, as his tongue worked its magic. Mike learned to read Sarah by now--what little things turned her on. And he exploited them. He licked her clit, as he fondled her tits, pinching her nipples occasionally. Slowly, Sarah's ardor rose. And as her body became restless, Mike drove two fingers into her love box, and his tongue ravaged her clit.
"Mike, fuck!" she screamed, as her body spasmed in climax. He continued to lick furiously, as waves of orgasms washed over her, until she gently pushed him away. "Mike... Oh, Mike..." she said, breathlessly. "Come here!"
Mike climbed on top of her, then rolled themselves over, as they kissed. Sarah could feel he was hard and knew what he wanted. She knelt over his cock, then holding it to her pussy, lowered herself onto it, feeling it slide into her warm sheath.
While she looked at him, Mike grabbed her tits, mashing them. His eyes! Both full of lust and adoration. Sarah felt it, too; it's not love, she reminded herself, but she did care deeply for her lover, her nephew.
Mike swung their bodies, so his legs were over the edge of the bed and sat up. He sucked on one tit, then the other, as both felt their mutual passions rise. Sarah rode him, as he held her in his arms. She kissed him hard, driving her tongue deep. And she could see in his face, he was close. "Yes, cum in me," she whispered.
His groan and the thrusts of his hips told her he was cumming. "Cum, Mike, yes! Oh..." Sarah shivered. Mike's orgasm triggered one in Sarah. Her special lover, his sperm filling her womb, seemed to have had an effect on her. And Mike could feel it. There was nothing more he liked, than to watch Sarah cum.
They held each other some minutes, enjoying this special connection once more. "Aren't your friends expecting you?" she asked softly, still hugging him.
"Noon," he replied.
They showered together, then met in the kitchen. As Mike poured himself a cup, he felt Sarah's arms around him. She planted a kiss on his back. "I'm finding there are benefits to having a live-in lover."
Mike turned and kissed her. It was music to his ears.
He met his friends on campus for a game of basketball. An hour or so in, they took a break from the heat of the late summer day, and sat on a bench drinking water; watching people, mainly the women go by. Mike noticed his friend, Jake, eyeing a woman. "She's hot!" Jake said.
Mike saw a woman, fortyish, he guessed, and a figure not unlike Sarah's. Mike reflected on the tacit agreement he had with Sarah. He looked at Jake, six-two and lean, like himself. He suspected Jake was a type, Sarah would go for. Yet, he was torn. He liked having Sarah to himself, then remembered Sarah's spirit and their agreement. He could only share her, as Sarah was happy to share him.
As the game broke up, Mike turned to him, "Jake, if you're interested in a good dinner some time, my aunt is a great cook."
"Yeah? When?" Jake asked.
"Oh, Tuesday, maybe? Let me check with her."
He came home and found Sarah in her office and gave her a long kiss.
"You smell good, nice and sweaty," Sarah told him.
"Sarah, mind if I invite a friend over for dinner Tuesday?" Mike asked.
Sarah guessed what was in the offering, but asked, "Any reason?"
"Oh, thought you'd like to meet Jake."
"What's he like?"
"You can judge for yourself on Tuesday."
On Monday, Mike caught up with Jake and confirmed he was coming over Tuesday. Monday evening, over dinner, Mike repeated that Jake was coming the next night. And he told Sarah about the woman Jake had stared at Sunday. Her curiosity was now piqued. That night, Mike had studying to catch up on. And when he entered Sarah's bedroom, he found she was asleep. He slipped in beside her, realizing he missed his chance for lovemaking, and wasn't going to get any the next night.
*****
Tuesday evening, they arrived home and Sarah started cooking, as Mike helped. When the doorbell rang Mike went and let Jake in. "Jake, this is my Aunt Sarah."
Jake stared a second, especially at her scoop-necked top, that showed off her fine cleavage, then turned his gaze to her smiling green eyes. "Uh, hello," he stuttered.
Sarah was no less pleased at what she saw. "Call me Sarah," she told him, as she gave Mike a knowing look. She approved of his choice.
Over dinner, they chatted. Sarah learned he was nineteen and his sport was swimming. Yes, she thought, he has a swimmer's body--narrow waist, and broad shoulders. Sarah carefully probed his love life and learned he had just met a girl; their third date was Friday.
As dinner ended, Sarah looked at Mike and raised her eyebrow. He knew it was the seal of approval, and to make himself scarce. "Jake, I got an assignment I need to finish. Mind helping Aunt Sarah clean up. Thanks."
And before Jake could say anything, Mike was gone.
"Jake, mind helping me clear the table?" Sarah smiled warmly. He stacked the dishes, as Sarah loaded the dishwasher. As the last was done, Sarah turned, and Jake found himself face-to-face with her. "Thank you, Jake," Sarah smiled, warmly.
"Uh, I didn't realize Mike had work to do," Jake said. "I wouldn't have..."
