At this point, I basically had to have Elena stop doing my thighs as the towel was basically rubbing my dick, and there was no way I could take this. I was hoping that she thought that my leg was getting sore, but she probably knew exactly what was going on.Finally, they moved to the head of the table, to finish the massage. Paco had gone to wash his hands first, which seemed odd since he was just going to get oil on them again anyway. Soon they were both doing our scalp, which was unexpected to me, but felt great and helped me calm down again after watching Paco manhandle my wife. I thought that I might actually survive this with a little dignity. After massaging my scalp, Elena said, "What would you like to finish with, your pectorals or arms?"I wasn't really thinking there was a wrong answer to that question, so I just said, "Pecs sound fine." I was feeling mellow and agreeable at this point.Elena looked over at Paco and said, "Okay, we'll do pecs".Wait, I thought, was this the
Dinner was light and sped by thanks to the pleasant conversation with our new friends. After a couple of glasses of wine each, we were feeling even better than when we started. Olivia suggested we let someone else have the table, and instead grab the hot tub before it got too busy. Olivia was not only gorgeous, but she could read my mind.I think that Jennifer might have been a little more apprehensive if I had suggested jumping in the hot tub with them so fast, but with Olivia asking, it seemed more like a girls' night out. That would have been great by itself, but the dynamic was very slowly evolving to be her and Ken hanging out, with Olivia and me tagging along - and I considered that even better. Jennifer was feeling more comfortable talking with both of them about a wide variety of subjects, while Olivia and I spoke less but seemed to be getting along well. In a world of people who are increasingly growing more isolated, she wasn't afraid to make eye contact and smile when I mad
"Wasn't that sort of weird that you and Olivia were sitting together and Ken and I wound up sitting together?""Yeah," I said carefully, "that was kind of funny.""I mean, we weren't doing anything wrong, right? Neither one of us.""Nope. Just hanging out in the hot tub.""Was Olivia feeling okay? It looked like you were holding her hand under the water.""I think that something about the crowd and dinner was unsettling to her.""I was worried earlier that she was mad at me for monopolizing Ken so much."She was more worried about herself. "I don't know why you would think that. You didn't do anything wrong.""Well, it's just that Ken seemed to be checking me out quite a bit, especially when we were going and getting drinks. And when we sat back down, he had his hand on my thigh. But I guess they are probably just friendly people.""I thought tonight was great, and I hope you enjoyed the attention. Even if it was drifting into flirting a little, all of us were together and everyone se
When we were walking the first evening, I had noticed that part of the beach had some hand-painted signs that said 'NO NUDITY' on one line, and then, 'Topless OK' on the next. I laughed to myself at that because topless is definitely OK in my book. Jennifer had never gone topless before and had pushed back against it in the past when I had suggested it. I thought about mentioning it when we first grabbed our chairs, but I had had more success this trip letting things take their course and thought I'd look out for a good opportunity to get her out of her bikini top.I went into the ocean and swam a while, enjoying the sensation of the warm salt water. I love the ocean and the fact that it's easier to float because of the salt. I've had people tell me that it's all in my head but that's fine with me. I also love the fact that the ocean just goes on as far as the eye can see. It gives a great sense of being enveloped by nature. And it didn't hurt that there were a number of women enjoyin
She was moaning for quite a while and then she finally relaxed her muscles. Usually after a rare 69 session, she's quick to get up and clean up, but she was just laying there looking like this strange combination of angel and slut. It was beautiful, and it was hot. She eventually got up without a word and went to take a shower. I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk a bit so I could tell her how amazing she was, but now I was worried she was just a little embarrassed about this interaction. We were definitely on a roll as far as her pushing way past her boundaries. I didn't want anything to hold her back.She took a long shower, and I was expecting her to be a bit sheepish afterwards. Instead, she just plopped beside me on the couch right next to me and grabbed my hand with her right hand, and the TV remote with her left hand and turned on a cooking show, settling in next to me.*****We were very lazily watching TV for a couple of hours, half-napping in the process when we got a text
"You look like you are enjoying yourself," she said with a not very innocent smile.I smiled back. "Of course. What guy wouldn't enjoy dancing with you." I wasn't sure where she was heading, so I thought I'd keep it safe."Good. I like to see my friends happy," she said in a slightly conspiratorial way. "And I haven't seen Ken and Jennifer in a while. They are probably enjoying themselves also."I didn't quite know what her agenda was, but it was clear that having Jennifer and Ken spend some quality time together was not a problem at all. Again, I didn't know for sure if I was all-in on this, but I was clearly not that bothered and wanted to see where she was taking this."I certainly hope they are having fun. We seemed to have lost them in the crowd, but they are big kids. I think they can take care of themselves for a while." I laughed a bit as I said this, hoping that she would run with it."I think it is great for a man to be so supportive of his wife having fun without watching o
Oh man, this was it. I think the whole crowd knew I was not going to complain. And Jennifer would never tell someone what to do, although she might make an excuse and leave. Ken, however, was not whooping and hollering and cheering like I thought he ought to. There was just a little pause, and I worried that the whole thing would come crashing down.And then, against all odds, the miracle occurred. Jennifer spoke up. "Of course. It's not a big deal at all, Olivia. And what kind of friend would I be if I wasn't supportive. I'm kind of sticky in this tight dress myself, so if you'll do it, I'll do it. I'm just drunk enough and feel bad that Ken didn't get to see the show yesterday. But you two guys better be thankful for this.Olivia was right. It all revolved around Jennifer. If she was in, everything would work out.And then it happened. Without any further ado, Olivia slipped the straps of her dress down off of her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. It was glorious to see tho
I couldn't help myself. I had to take a look. Fortunately, they both had their backs to the door, with Ken standing behind Jennifer with his arms around her. One of his hands was slowly stroking her nipples, but one seemed to be slowly reaching under the bottom of her dress. Jennifer's head was leaned back into Ken and his mouth was against her ear.Suddenly, Jennifer let out a low moan that she cut off as if she was embarrassed by her own response. "Ken, what are you doing?""Oh damn, Jennifer. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking wet. Let me just rub it for a little while. Please.""Oh God. I'm not usually like this." She didn't say no."You look so fucking hot right now, and feel so good. Just enjoy it. Let me enjoy it."She was leaning into him and breathing hard. Her hand had reached down to grab his ass and press him against her harder. Ken was clearly rubbing his hard dick against her ass while he played with her. Olivia was watching them play and had a hand down her panties. I
"So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode," he smiles as he continues his story."You didn't really want to play video games did you?" she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing for a long time, when I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. I glanced at the stairs, wondering if her parents will check on us."They won't come down here," she said, reading my thoughts. "I'm over eighteen and they trust me," she smiled seductively."I don't want to mess up on our first date," I told her. "So if I'm going to fast..." Before I could get the rest of the words out she shook her head and helped me undo the rest of the buttons. She pulled her blouse open and I started massaging her tits through her bra as we started kissing again. I fumbled a little with the front clasp of her bra but she helped me without breaking th
"Whew!" he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. "You're even better than I remembered, Sara," he says, kissing my neck."What took you so long, John?" I breathe, not really expecting an answer."I don't know," he sighs. "Guilt... fear... who knows?" he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. "I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we'd never stop. You'd be an addiction that I couldn't or wouldn't break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives," he whispers."What's changed?" I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it's okay."You living here," he says. "It's a lot easier to ignore you when you're not around," he smiles. "Maybe I'm jealous of all the time you're spending with Jeremy. I don't know," he says, standing up and releasing my legs from around his back. "Should I have stayed away?" he asks."No," I shake my head. "I'm glad you're finally here but I understand the addiction issue," I smile as I sit up and scoot off the table. Pulling him
"Sounds good," he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn't hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy's cum before he kisses me. If... he kisses me."So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?" he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top."Finally put my psychology degree to use," I answer, not to mention the tits you're staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I'd be surprised if he couldn't smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs."Well," he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to
God! It's beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He's almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in."Ohhhhhh! Aunt Sara! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!" Jeremy moans as I suck his cock into my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. It's been a while and I savor the feeling of his swollen cock sliding in and out of my mouth, imagining what it would feel like in my horny pussy. Cupping his balls with my hand, I stroke them with my fingers as I bob my head up and down and attack his hard cock with my tongue. He doesn't last long and I feel his balls constrict just before he shoots a large load of cum into my mouth."Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!" he cries as he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock into my warm mouth, spewing his salty seed onto my welcoming ton
While continuing to suck on my fully aroused nipples, I feel his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Yes! Now we're getting to it! About halfway to my panty-covered pussy his hand stops and he pulls his mouth from my tit."We still okay?" he asks. "I'm not going too fast am I, Sara?" he asks, breathing pretty hard himself."No!" It comes out more forceful than I intend. "No, it feels nice, Jeremy," I say more quietly. He smiles as his hand continues its torturously slow journey. I have my head back against the couch and my eyes closed as my nephew sucks my tits and moves his hand within millimeters of my damp panties. When his fingers brush the damp material, I let out an audible sigh and spread my legs a little wider."That's good," I whisper. "You're doing great, Jeremy," I encourage him as he strokes my pussy lips through my cotton panties. "Try slipping your fingers in through the leg band of my panties," I instruct him as I spread my legs wider. I want to reach over and grab hi
"You let him touch your tits?" Jenny asks in amazement. "That's awesome! What are you going to do next?" she asks as she takes a bite of her quesadilla. I've accepted that my sister is going to push me to help Jeremy learn about sex."I don't know," I answer. I've been contemplating that since yesterday afternoon. "I think he's ready to date now." Jenny smiles at me across the table."Why don't you role play his date?" she says, clearly enamored with her brainstorm. "You be... what's her name?""Megan," I answer."You be Megan and let him try to get to first base with you," she says, holding her hands out palms up in a gesture of 'why not'. "You can be fully dressed and help him learn how to initiate some heavy petting," she smiles at me as she finishes her lunch. I'm sure she's expecting some resistance from me but I like her idea."Actually," I say. "That's not a bad idea," In fact, I love it. I want him touching my tits some more and my pussy is anxious for some attention, too. Thi
"You can't let him out there without any training." Jenny says between bites. "Do you remember your first time?" she asks but doesn't let me answer. "Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad's car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!" she laughs bitterly. "Please don't let that happen to Jeremy after all he's been through," she says and I don't tell her my first time was completely different than hers."I don't know Jenny," I say. "We're talking borderline incest here. I'm just helping him overcome his stuttering," I insist but she's not dissuaded."Seriously, Sara, you can't send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm... you've got to help get him ready," she says. "Who else can do it?" she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. "Please, Sara.""I'll do what I can," I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy
With his hand on the back of my head, he fucks his cock in and out of my mouth, slamming it against the opening to my throat. I haven't yet learned how to deep throat and I almost gag on his thick shaft. Pulling my mouth back a little, I wrap my hand around his saliva-coated cock and pump it in and out of my mouth. True to his word, his urgent build-up comes fast, flooding my mouth with huge spurts of cum that I try my best to swallow. The poignant taste of salty semen glides easily down my throat but there's too much for me and it oozes out around his cock and runs down my chin.I pull my mouth off, gasping for air as I fall back against the couch. Damn! I just sucked off my sister's husband! And he wants to fuck me! My pussy is burning with desire!"Fuck!" John says, plopping down on the couch next to me. "That was intense," he says, smiling at me. I quickly catch my breath and slide down off the couch, kissing his bare thigh as I kneel between his legs."Let's see how quickly I can
I'm ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I'm more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door."Hey," he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. "You've had me wondering all weekend," he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this."Well, I've been thinking," I tell him. "If you're going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back." I pause."I've thought of that," he says quietly. "But I'm not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn't she just have to accept me as I am?" he asks, hoping I'll reassure him."Of course but it wouldn't hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens," I answer. "So