Friday came, and Sarah offered to take Mike to the nearby pizza place. They sat in a booth where they could talk in private. The two talked about the week at first, but the conversation drifted to their sex lives and the conquests of the week. Mike teased her about bedding two of his friends, and she egged her nephew about his prowess in seducing an older woman. The banter and innuendos continued, interrupted by the occasional appearances of the waitress, until the check arrived.
It was dark by the time they walked home. The darkness and the two glasses of wine made Sarah a bit brazen. She put her arm in her nephew's and they walked back as lovers often do, arm in arm. Sarah was reminiscing back to her younger days, of young love and lovers.
Inside, jackets were barely off before they were in each other's arms, kissing passionately.
"Sarah!" Mike exclaimed, between kisses.
"You mean, you're not tired of me yet?" she teased.
"Never! I want to make love to you all night," he replied, before plunging his tongue deep into her mouth.
Sarah pulled away, and with the smile that always pulled at his heart, took his hand and led him to her bedroom -- to the bed that had become their bed. At the bedside, she pulled his shirt off then pushed him to the bed. She stripped for him, before getting his pants off.
Sarah lay next to him, and after a kiss, she said, "Then make love to me!"
He moved Sarah to her back and began kissing her, slowly, tenderly. She surrendered herself to him, as he continued kissing her; his hands exploring every inch of her body. And Sarah felt she was surrendering not just her body, but also her soul, to him. She loved it and feared it. She loved his sensuousness, his attentions to her needs. Yet, she feared becoming too bonded to him, and losing the thing she loved, her sexual freedom. And she could see that this relationship was doomed, sooner or later.
As his lips found her nipples, she put these feelings aside. All she felt in this moment, was Mike making love to her.
And make love he did. His lovely Sarah, Mike could never get enough of her. His only thoughts were to please her; to show her his love, even if she forbade the word. He lingered on her tits before moving between her legs. His hands caressed her body, while his lips found the soft flesh of her thighs. He learned how to play her. Her body tensed, as she felt his breath on the entrance to her core.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, as his tongue slipped through her entrance. Sarah thrilled at the touch of this young man -- her own nephew! As he fondled her breasts, his tongue adroitly worked her lovebox. It was as if he had a line to her inner desires. Every gesture drove her passion higher. Her writhing body told him she was on edge, and he slowed his pace.
"Fuck! Mike!" Sarah screamed. "Fuck! Do it!" she begged. Yet Mike slowed down, enjoying leaving her dangling like this. Sarah grabbed his head, pressing it to her eager slit. Still, he held off. "Oh, fuck! Mike!" she begged again.
Suddenly, he drove two fingers into her pussy, as his tongue worked her clit.
Sarah gasped and shuddered, as a deep orgasm hit. Mike loved bringing her to this point; to see her in such passion was everything to him. Her body continued to convulse; the spasms barely allowed her to breathe. When the climax eased, Sarah caressed his head, muttering his name.
But he wanted more. He let her rest a moment, before driving his tongue deep again.
"Fuck!" Sarah exclaimed. "No! Fuck!" Sarah squirmed, both wanting more, as she tried to push him away. His fingers drove deep into her womanhood, and Sarah tensed to another orgasm. He could feel her spasm with each wave of ecstasy, taking satisfaction in bringing his beloved Sarah off.
"Mike! Stop!" she laughed uncontrollably, pushing him away.
As Mike kissed her thighs, taking pleasure in bringing her off, Sarah tried to recover. She laughed at herself now. Thinking she would have a fling with him, she found herself drawn to him -- not just to his lovemaking, but to his very soul. She tried to collect herself, as he lay between her legs kissing her soft skin, patiently letting her recover. His patience only made him more desirable.
Sarah sat up, and pulled Mike to her. She looked deeply into his eyes -- eyes filled with affection. She kissed Mike passionately, driving her tongue into his mouth. She wanted to please him now, to show her own affection for him.
"Lie back," she said softly, pushing him to his back. Sarah knelt by him and stroked his lean body, admiring it. And she did admire both him and his body. The body of a virile, passionate man, not quite nineteen yet. Her hand found his erection and she ran her fingers up and down it, feeling it pulse with eagerness.
"You are beautiful, Mike," she said, before planting a kiss on his lips. Her lips continued to his neck, then chest, as Mike closed his eyes, enraptured by his aunt's sensual skills. Her tongue traced a line down to his tight abs, then his hips. She spread his legs and knelt between them, admiring the look of bliss on his face. Sarah's hands scooped up his manhood like a delicate object and kissed it, almost reverently. Next, her tongue began gliding up and down, as Mike sighed.
Sarah was going to give to him what he gave to her. She wanted him begging for release, and was going to take this slowly. Her tongue continued to glide on his manhood, stopping occasionally to swirl around its head. She watched him, his eyes still closed, lips trembling with anticipation.
Up and down, so slowly... Finally, with great delicacy, she let his shaft slide between her soft lips, plunging it to her limits, as Mike moaned. She withdrew her lips before slowly descending again. She did this a few more times, until she felt his cock quivering, when she stopped and planted kisses on it.
"Sarah..." he moaned.
"You have a beautiful cock. I could do this for hours," she told him. When she felt he had pulled back from the edge, Sarah let his rod slip past her lips one more time, again gently plunging down. Over and over, until he was close again. And again, she stopped and kissed his pulsating cock.
"Sarah..." he murmured, again.
"Yes, Mike?" she whispered, seductively.
"Sarah! Please!"
"What Mike? Tell me!"
"Oh, fuck! Sarah!" he repeated, bucking his hips eager for release.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth? Tell me!"
"Yes, Sarah! Please! Oh fuck! Yes! Agh!"
Sarah had slipped his rod into her mouth and sucked on it furiously, followed by the first eruptions of his sperm into her mouth. He groaned and gasped, hips bucking as his seed filled his lovely Sarah's mouth. More came, and she swallowed joyfully, feeling his deep orgasm.
When the last spasms ended, she let his manhood slip from her mouth. And cradling it in her hands, kissed it lovingly, as she admired the look on his face. She rubbed it on her cheek, feeling the essence of his manhood, as he recovered from his climax.
She also admired his virility, as his erection was still in its glory. "Fuck! Mike! I want you inside me!" she declared, as she straddled him.
He opened his eyes to find Sarah lowering herself on his rod. "Oh, Sarah..." he mumbled.
"I love feeling you inside me," she hissed, as she began riding him while Mike's hands fondled her breasts. Sarah rode him a few minutes, before Mike pulled her to him for a deep kiss, then began sucking on her luscious tits. He was pounding his shaft into her soaking pussy, as Sarah took in the pleasures of his erotic attentions. She sat upright and was grinding on his cock, when she felt his thumb at her clit.
Her ardor rose by the minute, as she ground her clit on his thumb and her lovebox on his cock. With his free hand, Mike gently pinched her nipple, tipping her over the edge. He watched, as Sarah gasped and spasmed, grinding away on his manhood.
Finally, she collapsed on his chest, where he wrapped her in his arms, adding to her post-orgasmic bliss. He started driving his cock inside her, when Sarah opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were blazing with passion for her, and it gave her a shiver. Her goal now, was for him to release his seed deep inside her. But she wanted to feel his body on hers. To feel all of him.
"Roll over," she whispered. He rolled them both over and was on top of her, his cock never leaving her sheath. Their eyes met again, followed by their lips. Mike began thrusting deep inside her core, as Sarah wrapped him in her arms, feeling him in the throes of passion.
"Do it, give me your seed," she whispered, looking into his eyes. And with a groan, he planted his face in her neck, as his sperm filled her womb. Sarah grabbed his butt, willing him deeper with each thrust, each spurt of his cum inside her.
His body relaxed as the last of his seed was expended, and he felt Sarah caressing him in the bliss of having cum inside her again. "Mm... Mike, that was wonderful," she whispered in his ear, her hand feeling his neck.
Mike looked at her. "But you didn't cum!"
"Oh, Mike!" she laughed. "I came enough tonight." Then her face turned serious, "No, just feeling you cum inside me is enough sometimes. I love feeling you cum in me -- to know I have your seed deep inside me. I don't know. But there's something about it. I can't explain it."
He kissed her gently, as Sarah's words struck deep into his heart. His mind understood her admonition against the word 'love,' but at that moment, his heart felt otherwise.
After readying for the night, the two snuggled back into bed, content in their secret, forbidden relationship.
*****
Saturday morning started as what was becoming routine--Sarah in her robe, and Mike in boxers and tank top--making breakfast; all the while flirting, touching, and kissing. Mike's basketball games had dissolved, as most of his friends found girls; a better way to occupy their weekends.
"Why don't we go museum hopping today?" Sarah offered. He agreed and they spent the day together taking in museums. And occasionally, while in an out-of-the-way area, stole kisses like young lovers. That evening, they curled up in front of the TV, Mike doing his best to let Sarah just watch.
And so, another week started. Sarah worried again about becoming too attached. And with no new liaisons coming, thought about an old one. Tuesday morning, she asked Mike about Juan and Evan. "Evan has a girlfriend now. Don't know about Juan."
