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.
