The smell of sex still hung in the air. Ricky and Karen sat nude on the couch, slightly sweaty from the past half hour. The porno still played on mute in the background.
"Well..." Ricky trailed off. He wanted to answer her, but couldn't figure out how, it seemed.
"Oh come on, you were just inside me. You can't still be shy...?" Karen asked teasingly.
"No... just, do you really wanna hear this?"
"I do." She nodded enthusiastically.
Ricky thought for a moment. He wasn't worried about her thinking badly of him--he did not have that many experiences after allβinstead he thought she might laugh at him. Even though they had just screwed on the couch, he could not get over the insecure 18 year old that whispered doubts inside of him.
"I've had two girlfriends. I have only done everything with one of them."
"Everything?" Karen asked, wanting details.
Ricky just looked down. "Sarah, my first girlfriend, would je...play with me..."
"You can say jerk off, silly," Karen said with a smile. She was getting off on his embarrassment. Ricky didn't know she found it cute as hell.
Ricky nodded. "She would jerk me off, and let me finger her, but that was it."
"And Kris, the blonde you introduced me too last Spring? The noisy one?" she laughed.
Ricky smiled in embarrassment. So his Mom and Karen had talked about his love life and his Mother had even heard Kris, who sometimes could not keep quiet when they were going at it. He would have to keep her quiet when they screwed in the house from now on. "We have done it all," he answered.
Karen looked at him skeptically. She was driving at just one point really, to see what he thought about the act. "In the ass?" she asked.
Ricky arched his eyebrows. He had not been expecting that. "No. I guess we never even thought about that."
Karen just smiled. Now she had something she could really show him. "Well... maybe later. I need a shower and some food." She slapped him playfully on the leg and stood in front of him, her pussy inches away from his face. But he was looking away from it and down from her. She asked him what was bothering him, though she knew the answer already.
Ricky looked down, would not meet her gaze. This question was hard to ask. "Karen...was this wrong?"
Karen's look softened for a moment. She looked out the window for a few seconds before asking. "Did it feel wrong? Dirty...?" she drew the last question out.
Ricky knew the honest answer right away. "It wasn't dirty. It was hot."
Karen smiled. "You are right there." She sat back down next to Ricky. He was not as innocent as she had thought, but he was still was a good guy. He needed some reassurance, like many good guys did. "Ricky, all we did was something physical."
"That's all?"
"Do you love me or feel any differently about me now?"
"No. I have always liked you; you're nice and fun. You're smokin hot. But I don't have those feelings for you..." To his mind, Ricky felt wrong telling any woman this, afraid to insult her.
Karen let out a mental sigh of relief. She had only worried about that particular complication as she had thought about seducing her nephew over the last few days. Now that she knew he was not 'falling' for her, she could treat this as it was. Great sex and nothing more. "Then what we did was only physical. Are you going to feel weird now?"
Ricky thought for a moment. "Not weird..."
"Then what?"
Quietly he said, "I might not be able to control... my eyes."
Karen smiled big again, genuinely loving her nephew's discomfort. She leaned over and laid her hand on his cock, which was still hanging well. "Or this?" she asked.
He could only nod in response as his dick jumped at her touch. In a few seconds it was totally hard again. She pulled and tugged lightly, not moving fast enough to do anything but slowly and lightly pleasure him.
"Well, when your Mom is around, you won't have a choice. No staring, or...this." She squeezed his cock, which was mostly hard. "I'll try to help by not making it too...hard for you," Karen joked as she stroked.
Ricky smiled; glad she was able to be funny despite the awkward situation.
"Other than that," Karen continued, "we have what, three weeks? And then it won't matter?"
By then he would be gone, living on campus at a school more than 2,000 miles away. He nodded.