062: Something… special
**Chapter 62**
With my cock in her mouth, everything else in the world simply stopped mattering.
“Hmmm~~~”
Aunt Elise hummed around me, the soft vibration traveling straight down the shaft and settling low in my stomach. She moved with unhurried precision, slow, wet strokes that reached almost to the base before she pulled back, tongue swirling around the head each time she reached the top. Every few passes, she added a subtle twist of her head that dragged the soft inside of her cheek across the most sensitive ridge. The wet heat of her mouth, the steady suction, and the occasional soft *gluck* of her throat working were already enough to undo me.
But none of that was the most dangerous part.
It was her eyes.
Those deep blue eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time. There was lust in them, clear and open, mixed with something darker and more complicated: desire, quiet triumph, and the unmistakable knowledge of how forbidden this was. She watched every twitch of my face, every slight jerk of my hips, and adjusted her rhythm accordingly. When my breathing grew sharper, she slowed. When my thighs tensed, she sucked harder. She was reading me like a book she had already memorized.
I no longer cared that Tom was sitting on the couch only a few meters away with his back turned. I no longer cared that Sara or Mira or Sasha could walk into the kitchen at any second and see their mother on her knees with her nephew’s cock in her mouth. The only thing that existed was the wet, perfect pull of her lips and the way those blue eyes refused to look away.
Inexperienced men had no business being at the mercy of a woman like this. The realization hit hard and humiliating: I was going to finish embarrassingly fast, and there was nothing I could do about it.
She felt it coming. She pulled off just long enough to speak, her voice a low, intimate whisper, her hand still stroking the slick length of me.
“Just let go.”
The words alone made my cock throb violently in her grip.
“The whole point of this is not to hold back.” Her thumb swept over the head, spreading the pre-cum that kept welling up. Then she leaned in closer, lips almost brushing the tip, and delivered the line that finished me.
“Besides… I want you to cum in Aunty’s mouth.”
My body obeyed before my mind could catch up.
The first pulse hit so hard my vision narrowed. She immediately took me back between her lips, sealing around the head just in time to catch the full force of it. Thick, heavy ropes flooded her tongue and the back of her throat. She made a soft, surprised sound but didn’t pull away. Instead, she stayed right there, swallowing steadily, the wet *gulp… gulp… gulp* of her throat the only sound I could hear over the rush of blood in my ears.
It was one of the strongest orgasms of my life, right up there with the very first time Lana had touched me and the moment I had pushed inside Sara. My hips jerked helplessly; my hands found the edge of the counter for balance. She kept swallowing, taking everything I gave her, until the pulses finally slowed and then stopped.
When I managed to open my eyes again, the sight nearly put me back on the edge.
Aunt Elise was still on her knees, looking straight up at me. Her mouth was open. My cum filled it completely, white and thick, pooling on her tongue and threatening to spill over her lower lip. The expression in her eyes was impossible to read cleanly—part teasing, part pride, part something that looked almost like an invitation.
She held the pose for another deliberate second, letting me see exactly what she was holding, then closed her lips and swallowed once, hard and clean. When she opened her mouth again, it was empty and neat, only a faint glossy shine left on her tongue.
“Hmhm~” She smiled, soft and satisfied. “All gone. Thanks for the dessert.”
My cock, still completely hard, twitched heavily at the words. Her eyes dropped to it at once. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft again and gave it two slow, lazy strokes, watching it jump in her hand.
“This big guy doesn’t seem like he’s had enough.”
Then she looked up, and the next words were pure disappointment wrapped in velvet.
“Too bad. You’re going to have to make do with just this for now. The real fun has to wait.”
She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue once more from the base all the way to the tip in a single, wet line. The oversensitive head pulsed hard enough to make me moan out loud.
“Ahh~~”
“Hehe. At least your voice is back.” She stood, smoothed her sundress down over her hips, and glanced at the wet patch on the floor between her bare feet and the glossy sheen still visible on her inner thighs. When she caught me looking, she gave another soft, knowing chuckle.
“Later.”
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I closed my bedroom door quietly and leaned against it for a moment, heart still beating too fast. Two hours had passed since the kitchen. Four forced orgasms with my own hand had done nothing to quiet the memory of Aunt Elise on her knees, mouth open and full. The daily quest was finished, the cooldown had ended, and I was hard again almost immediately.
I waited until the house felt completely still, then moved downstairs on silent feet. My hand actually trembled when it closed around the master bedroom door handle, not from fear, but from pure anticipation.
I opened the door.
Tom’s snoring hit me first: deep and unnatural, the sound of a man who had been heavily sedated rather than merely asleep. He lay on his back like a felled tree, one arm hanging off the mattress, mouth open. One glance was enough to know he would not wake for hours.
“Don’t worry about him.”
Aunt Elise stood near the foot of the bed in the low spill of moonlight coming through the curtains.
She was wearing almost nothing.
A tiny black bra cupped only the very center of her breasts, the thin fabric stretched tight across her nipples while the heavy, natural weight of her F-cups spilled over the top and sides in soft, pale curves. Matching panties were little more than a narrow triangle of lace in front that barely covered her mound; the rest was a single thin string. The rest of her body was completely bare: long, smooth legs, the gentle roundness of her stomach, the full flare of her hips, the deep curve of her waist. Her golden hair fell loose over one shoulder. The pink haze that always clung to her was thicker here, warm and sweet, filling the space between us with every breath.
“Like what you see?” she asked, voice low and velvet-rough.
I could only nod. My throat had gone dry.
She smiled, slow and knowing, and turned. The string of the panties vanished completely between the full, round cheeks of her ass, the soft flesh swallowing it until almost nothing remained visible. She held the pose for a moment, letting me stare, then bent forward at the waist. Both hands settled on the arms of the chair in front of her. She reached back, fingers spreading her own cheeks open without the slightest hesitation.
The thin black string was nestled between her pussy lips, already slightly darker with moisture, and ran up over the tight, puckered rim of her asshole. Everything else was bare and gleaming faintly in the moonlight. The scent of her, richer, heavier, unmistakably aroused, rolled over me in a concentrated wave.
I swallowed hard enough that the sound was audible in the quiet room. My cock strained so violently against my pants that it hurt.
She stayed like that for another long second, breathing slowly, the soft flesh of her ass shifting under her own hands. Then she straightened and turned back to face me. A faint flush had risen across her cheeks and the upper slopes of her breasts, but her eyes remained steady and dark with intent.
“I bought this for a special occasion a long time ago,” she said. “I was too embarrassed to ever put it on. It’s a little small on me now.”
“When?” The word came out rougher than I intended.
“So you can speak.” A quiet, teasing smile. “I was twenty-two. I bought it for a weekend away with my first boyfriend.”
The casual mention of another man put a small, irrational twist in my chest. She saw it immediately.
“Don’t worry,” she murmured, stepping closer. The scent of her skin wrapped around me. “I plan to do something for you that I’ve never done for any of my boyfriends. Not even him.” Her eyes flicked once toward the snoring shape on the bed.
“And that is?”
Her smile deepened. She reached up, hooked one finger under the center of the tiny bra, and began to pull it down.
“Something… special.”
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