Thanks for all the positive feedback - this is for all the folks that enjoyed the first chapter. As for whether another one appears…I won't know 'till I've written it and if people say whether they'd like another instalment. Enjoy!
Morning broke through the gap in the curtains. Within an instant, everything came flooding back to me. I was still spooning my aunt Bev, who was gently sleeping with my arms wrapped around her body. My morning erection pressed up between the crack of her bumcheeks, and I squeezed her gently. Leaning my head in, I brushed her long curly black hair away from her neck and softly, lightly, kissed her nape. I felt her body tense as she stetched out her arm and breathed in deeply.
"Morning baby" she purred as she turned to face me and reached for a kiss. As our dry lips connected, my cock stirred. The realisation that this woman was my ideal must have glowed from me. A woman who I'd wanked myself senseless over for so many years, the object of so many of my adolescent and adult fantasies. This horny, dirty, seductive…gentle, generous goddess of a woman was wrapped up in my arms, kissing me softly, playfully, exploring my mouth with her tongue. A wave of happiness was gently crashing over me…and my cock agreed one hundred percent.
Bev stoked my arm and calmly broke from our kiss to look into my eyes.
"You've wanted this to happen for some time haven't you?"
I smiled sheepishly… "Maybe I did…" I answered coyly.
"Tell me something…" she smiled, stroking my hair out of my eyes, "…when you were younger, and you'd come here with your mum - you used to look at me in a way that wasn't…expected, didn't you?"
"I might have…" Coy again, suppressing a grin.
" You used to sit opposite me and I could see your cock straining in your jeans. I used to put it down to your hormones going crazy. Then years on, you'd still give me THAT look."
"What look was that, then?"
"The look that said…I'm thinking dirty, seedy thoughts about you…"
"Oh…that look…hmm…guilty, miss!"
"And the boots?"
I grinned again and looked down, blushing.
" It was bloody obvious after a few years. Sometimes, you'd make an unusual effort to sit next to me, to brush up against me or touch my legs - to drop things near my feet - pens, plates, keys - just so you'd have to pick them up from the floor. Let's just say that I noticed that you became very touchy-feely…and clumsy whenever I happened to be wearing a pair of boots."
"I can't deny it…"
"No, you bloody can't!" she laughed. "And I bet you can't deny something else - a couple of times after you'd been here, I found a pair of my boots in my wardrobe had been moved."
I bit my lip, realising I'd been rumbled all those years ago.
"The second time it happened, the zips were undone and there seemed to be…marks…on the leather. Those knee length black boots with the sharp heel? My black boots with a slight cloudy stain on the toes and up the ankle…after my nephew had been touching them?"
"I…"
"Shh…" she put a beautifully manicured deep red-varnished finger to my lip. "I liked it. I loved it. I knew my favourite nephew had been wanking over my favourite boots and it made me feel dirty, and at the same time, I wanted to hug you and tell you it was ok - that I wanted you to do it…that it was ok to feel like that…and maybe that if we ever happened to discuss it when you were older - like now - that I could ask you if you'd like to do it with me in the room ."
My eyes were wide like saucers.
"So, would you like to…"
