Hush Little Bobby

Nellie's bracelets rattled as she wrapped her fingers around Bobby's cock and began jerking him off. His pants were around his ankles. His legs were between hers—him standing up, her sitting on the sofa. She ran her red fingernails across the skin of his butt cheeks. She pinched them and fondled them. And then she wound her hand back and hit him with a loud spank.

"Aw, fuck," he groaned.

"You wanna peek at me in the bedroom, you little creep?" the older woman said.

"No, no, no," said the eighteen-year-old. "I'm sorry."

She cracked at his butt two more times. She glared up at him. But she was also stroking his cock.

He was confused. He was ashamed for getting caught peeping at her through a slightly opened bedroom door. But he was certainly enjoying the hand job. And he wasn't quite sure how to process the spanking.

She gave the cock a break and cupped his balls in her hand.

"Should I tell your mother, Bobby?"

"No, please."

She clenched her hand harder around his balls. He winced.

"Uh, fuck," he muttered.

She spanked at him. "Don't curse at me, you little fucker!"

"I'm sorry!"

She grabbed the cock again and stroked. "You sneaky little perv. Always looking down my blouse, aren't you?"

"I, I, I..."

"Don't you have a girlfriend, Bobby?"

He shook his head, keeping his eyes closed and his teeth clenched.

"Are you shy, Bobby?"

He shook his head and exhaled.

"You like me holding your cock, Bobby?"

He didn't answer.

"You want me to suck this cock, Bobby?"

He looked at her finally.

"Speak up."

"Yes," he said.

"Beg me."

"Please?"

"Please, what, Bobby. Come on."

"Can you please suck my cock?"

"Hmm."

"Ma'am?"

A sudden spank.

"Unh!"

"Don't call me that."

"Miss?"

"I'm still Auntie."

"Auntie."

"Good. Turn towards me, Bobby." She held his hips while he turned to face her. "Stroke yourself."

He gulped and started stroking his own cock.

"Put it in my mouth."

She opened her mouth. He inched over to her. He gently inserted his cock into her mouth. She held his thighs and sucked.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling.

This was his mother's best friend, Nellie, someone he had known for a long time, who used to be his babysitter! She had always been strict when she babysat. He had always desired her. But he had fantasized a more romantic, passionate encounter on a bed, with him in command.

His mind went blank. He groaned as he emptied himself into her mouth.

"Mm, good," she said, the cum still in her mouth.

But he wasn't done. He gasped as he shot another stream of cum, hitting her face.

She jumped up to her feet and slapped him across the face. "Watch it!"

"I'm so sorry, Auntie!"

She scraped the cum off her face and brought it to his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, then he opened his mouth and let her dip the finger in.

"Swallow," she ordered him.

He made a face.

She lightly slapped him again.

"Swallow," she said.

He winced and took a gulp and swallowed.

She grinned at him. "Good boy," she said. She took his face and kissed him. "Good Bobby." She put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Sweet Bobby." She smacked her lips. "Salty Bobby." She giggled and kissed his lips again.

He was ready to kiss some more, but just as he leaned in, she quickly said, "Wait. Did you finish your homework?"

"Yeah... Um, no."

She kissed him one last time and then pulled away. She gave his butt one more spank. She said, "Then we stop here. We'll continue later."

He looked at her, a little excited.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Go, get the fuck out of here."

He scrambled to pull his pants up and struggled to the door of his room. He looked back to see her back on the sofa, legs crossed, checking her phone as if nothing happened.

"Wow," he muttered to himself.

That was the afternoon.

He had come home from school and heard his "auntie" in the shower. His little sister Lilian was in her room. He had waited until he heard Auntie in the guest bedroom and went to peek. He was delighted to see her dressing up. To see her unwrap the towel and reveal those excitingly large breasts and that voluptuous body of hers. To see her drop a dress over her head and then push the black curly hair out of the way. To see her put on pantihose, put on jewelry.

If only life came with a slow-motion button, he had thought.

Or better yet, a PAUSE button—because she heard him fapping outside the door, rushed over to him, and caught him, knocking him on his ass. And then she decided to punish him.

By evening, he was still trying to process what had happened.

His parents came home from their full-time jobs—his mother Lola, an overworked teacher, his dad Robert, an overstressed city executive.

Despite the parents' long hours, the family always had dinner together.

Bobby sat quietly at the dinner table, ignoring Lilian who was making faces at him. His focus was on the glazed chicken breast on his plate and on Nellie's heaving chest and cleavage across from him.

"How's it going with all the soap opera drama?" his mother was asking Nellie.

"Oh, Lord, don't remind me," Nellie said. "It's a mess. I never thought my husband could turn into this, this, wretched, cold-hearted snake like that."

"Divorce is ugly."

"What's a divorce?" Lilian asked.

"He thinks I'm entitled to nothing," Nellie complained.

"You've got a good lawyer," Bobby's father said.

"I do," she said, picking at her salad. "It's just...hard...you know? I hate going home now."

"You know you're staying here tonight, Nell," Lola insisted.

"I know, thanks," Nellie said.

Then she eyed Bobby.

Robert noticed the exchange. Nellie quickly smiled at Robert and drank from her wine glass.

"What's a divorce?" Lilian asked again.

"Well..." Lola began.

Nellie stared at her glass and said, "Divorce is when your husband stops being a good person and becomes a son of a bitch and then you have to leave him even though you spent so many years cultivating a good life with him and he fucks it up..."

"Nell!" Lola said, pulling Nellie out of her rant.

Robert laughed in surprise. "Wow."

Lola shook her head at Lilian. "It's not like that, honey."

Nellie put a hand on Lilian's shoulder. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just, just upset."

Lilian nodded, not quite sure what they were talking about.

But Bobby was deep in thought.

"Let's change the subject," Robert suggested.

"Yes, please," Nellie said.

"Bobby, what's going on with you?" Lola asked. "Anything new today?"

He grinned. "Um, no, nothing...big...yeah..."

He glanced at Nellie and then back at his food. Robert noticed again.

Later that evening, Bobby took a shower and jumped onto the bed. He was nervous with excited anticipation. This wasn't quite the romance he had so often dreamed about having with Nellie. But this was real.

Thanks to that "son of a bitch" of an ex-husband of hers, Nellie had set her eyes on Bobby, he figured. And that was all right with him.

Ten o'clock, the TV's were turned off.

Eleven o'clock, most of the lights around the house were off.

Midnight, the house was quiet. Robert had finally gone to sleep as well.

By one, though, Bobby was disappointed. What if she came to her senses? He slammed his head on the pillow and cursed. He didn't want to masturbate. He had fantasized about her in every which way, but nothing compared to the blowjob/spanking she delivered to him that afternoon.

She said we'd continue, didn't she?

Yes, she said that.

She said "later," right?

She certainly did.

He crawled out of bed. He snuck out into the hallway. He was in his T-shirt and boxers, barefoot, tiptoeing down the hall. He squatted down behind a table when he heard movement inside his parents' bedroom. When it was quiet again, he continued.

He got to Nellie's door. He took one more look around.

He knocked gently. Not loud enough to be heard. He cursed. He tried to handle instead. He opened the door.

The room was dark, but he could see her under the covers. She sat up suddenly. The blanket fell to her waist. She was wearing a silk nightie. The blue one he had seen her in once and fantasized about a lot.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she said hoarsely.

"Um, I, I don't, I don't know, I," he stammered.

"Well, if you don't know then get the fuck out of here, Bobby."

He turned to leave.

Come on, Bobby.

He closed the door instead.

"I just wanted to check up on you, Auntie," he said.

"Really?"

"To see if you wanted to punish me again?"

She looked at him for a moment.

He could see more of the room and of her, sitting up, her eyes twinkling in what little light was coming into the room from the window.

"Well?" she said. She laughed a little at him. Then she sniffled. "What now, Bobby?"

He walked towards the bed. He waited.

And waited.

Until she lifted the covers. He smiled.

With that invitation, he hurried to join her in the bed.

She gasped as he climbed onto the bed, nestling himself between her legs, wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh, my God," she said.

She lifted his face with his chin. She gave him a light slap. "You're a bold little fucker, aren't you, Bobby?"

He shook his head. He was nervous, but he was surprised to feel her heart beating fast as well. And she was breathing hard. His erection was pressed against her body. Their faces were close. He could see the taunting smile on her face.

Take her, Bobby!

He threw his lips onto hers.

She's kissing back!

They were noisy, lips smacking, tongues fighting, and mouths grunting and groaning.

He kissed her face, too, her wet cheeks and her temples and her ears.

He was frisky, grabbing and groping all those wonderful body parts he had stared at for so long wanting to touch and caress and kiss. Except he was more fumbling than fondling.

She held him tight to her bosom and threw her head back and laughed.

He slid his hand down to her thighs. He slid his hand between her legs. He grabbed a handful of anything he could find.

"Mm, mm, no, no, no, Bobby," she said.

He retracted his hand quickly, breathing hard. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

She chuckled at him. "Gently," she said.

He smiled, seeing her eyes twinkling again. He pulled the nightie up. He bit his lip. He placed his hand between her legs, loving the silk fabric of panties over the lips of a woman's pussy.

"Yes," she moaned.

He rubbed and rubbed and sighed as he rubbed. He slid his fingers between the lips.

"Yes," she hissed.

She pushed him back a little. Then she lifted her butt off the bed.

"Take them off," she ordered him.

He hesitated.

"Now."

For the first time in his life, he removed a woman's underwear from a woman—and not a mannequin.

"Go down on me," she said to him.

"I, I'm not sure what to do," he said, feeling stupid.

"Get the fuck down there and do something," she said.

He quickly positioned himself between her legs and slid down to face her vagina. He touched, poked, prodded, penetrated, rubbed, licked, and kissed. He explored every inch of her.

"Mm, little virgin boy," she groaned and chuckled.

He licked. He slurped.

She twitched. "Oh."

He nibbled. He munched.

She twisted. "Ooh!"

He licked again. He found her clit by accident.

She jerked. "Ah!"

He went for it again.

"Yikes," she said.

Excited, he growled and went for it again.

"Too much, too much," she cried out.

He didn't stop.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up.

"Bobby!"

He jammed his fingers into her.

She slapped him again.

He finger-fucked her while staring down at her.

"Oh, my God, don't make me scream, Bobby!"

She threw her head back. He threw his face between her legs again. Her feet flailed. Her hands slid all over the bed before grabbing his hair. She groaned. She managed to push him away and kick him before falling back on the bed, shaking and panting.

He grabbed her pussy like he had done before and groped it. He grabbed her breasts and mercilessly pinched her nipples.

She tried to slap him again, but he grabbed her wrists this time and held her down. He threw his face on hers and kissed her.

He reached down to grab his cock.

He needed to get inside her urgently.

He held his cock at her pussy and fumbled.

"Lower, Bobby," she whispered.

He tried again.

"Mm, lower, Bobby," she said to him in a desperate, pleading voice.

Come on, Bobby, he encouraged himself. She needs it as badly as you do!

He found it.

"Yes, Bobby!"

He grunted as he entered her.

She threw her arms around him as he began to fuck her.

He couldn't breathe right. He would gasp and groan and gasp as he drove in and out of her. He lost his place. She clicked her tongue angrily, but she guided him back in gently.

Then he slammed into her.

"Geez, Bobby!" she yelled.

"Shh," he had to say.

He continued slamming into her. She held one hand behind his head and kept the other on top of his ass, squeezing his butt cheeks one second, and then spanking him the next.

He slowed down. She sighed in satisfaction. He found his rhythm. She kissed his face and held him while he fucked her.

"Oh, shit," he said suddenly.

"What, what, what?" she asked.

"I'm going to cum inside you, shit!"

"I don't give a fuck, Bobby," she whispered.

"Oh, oh, oh, shit!"

And he came inside her, groaning through gritted teeth, freezing for a second, before collapsing on top of her.

"Nellie... Auntie...I..." he began.

"Hush," she said, pulling his face to her chest. "Hush, Little Bobby."

They stayed like that for a few minutes as their breathing and their heartbeats stabilized.

Say it, Bobby, he told himself. He lifted his face and looked at her.

She bit her lip and looked away. "Okay, Bobby. You've got school tomorrow. Good night."

Now, Bobby, he prodded himself.

"Auntie, I love you."

She winced and cursed.

He recalled all the wonderful fantasies he had of her—romantic dates, sex-filled vacations, a secret wedding, a Hawaiian honeymoon, a scandalous baby bump—and he said it again. "I've always loved you. And I'm glad you're getting a divorce."

He tried to kiss again, but she turned away.

"I said go to sleep, Bobby," she said.

"Nellie..."

"In your room," she said quickly. "Come on. Go."

He stared at her for a moment.

"The fuck you're waiting for? Go on, git."

He nodded. He slid off the bed and pulled his boxers back up. He shuffled off to the door.

Stupid, foolish, dumb, idiot, mushy, lovey-dovey jackass Bobby, he said to himself as he trudged down the hallway back to his room.

The reality may not have matched the fantasy, but he had finally, finally made love to his long-time crush. And, for a bonus, he wasn't a virgin anymore.

Still, he planned to bring her flowers tomorrow. If that didn't romance her, he figured, maybe it would at least annoy her into "punishing" him again.