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.
