063: Aunt Elise
**Chapter 63**
Aunt Elise stepped in close enough that the warm scent of her skin wrapped around me completely.
“Before we move on to your very special surprise, we’re going to have to get prepared. Both of us.”
She sank to her knees on the carpet right in front of me. Her fingers worked my zipper down slowly, opened the button, then kept going without hesitation. She pushed my pants and underwear down together until they pooled around my ankles and my cock sprang free, already thick, heavy, and flushed dark in the cool air of the bedroom.
I glanced once toward the bed. Tom still lay on his back exactly as before, mouth open, the deep snore unchanged. If he opened his eyes now, we would be directly in his line of sight.
“Don’t worry about him,” she murmured. She wrapped one warm hand around the base of my shaft and gave it several slow, firm strokes, her thumb spreading the clear bead of pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip. The simple contact pulled a rough sound straight out of my throat.
“Why?” I still managed to ask, even though her fingers were already making coherent thought difficult.
“If he wakes up after three sleeping pills, then we simply weren’t meant to do this.”
Three pills. Heavy sedation. Deep, prolonged sleep. Slowed reflexes. The kind of chemical wall that would keep a healthy adult under for hours. Tom was not waking up for anything short of a disaster.
Before the full meaning of her words could settle, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
Wet heat closed around the head of my cock in one smooth motion. She sank down until her lips met her own fingers at the base, then pulled back slowly, tongue dragging firmly along the underside the entire way. This time she made no effort to stay quiet. Soft, deliberate slurping sounds filled the space between us, wet and filthy and intentional. Every time she rose to the head, she swirled her tongue in tight circles, then sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks before sinking down again.
“Ahh~~ fuck…”
I no longer tried to hold the sounds back. Tom was not waking. The only audience that mattered was the woman on her knees in front of me.
She treated my cock like something both precious and urgent. Long, slow licks from the very base all the way to the tip, then the reverse path, interspersed with deep rhythmic suction that made soft wet noises every time she pulled off. Spit began to run down the shaft and over her fingers. She used it, stroking what her mouth didn’t cover while she focused on the head with tight, wet pressure. The pace felt different from earlier. Less controlled. More desperate. A fine tremor ran through her shoulders and the hand that rested on my thigh. She was nervous, and the realization only made the heat in my gut burn hotter.
I reached down and cupped one of her heavy breasts through the tiny black bra, feeling the soft weight spill over my palm. She moaned around my cock when I squeezed, the vibration traveling straight down the shaft. I pulled the cup down far enough to free her nipple and rolled the stiff peak between my fingers. Another deeper moan vibrated through me. I pinched lightly, tugged, then pinched again while she kept sucking, and the dual sensation made my hips jerk forward helplessly.
She focused harder on the head, sealing her lips just behind the ridge and sucking with short, powerful pulses that made my vision narrow at the edges. The pressure was perfect and merciless. I felt the orgasm gathering fast, the heavy pulse starting low in my spine and rising with every wet stroke of her tongue.
She stopped.
Her hand locked tight around the base of my cock, thumb pressing firmly against the underside, cutting the climax off before it could break. My cock twitched violently in her grip, the denied release leaving me shaking and half-mad with need. The sensation of being right on the edge and then forcibly held there was new and almost cruel. My hips jerked once against her hand, but she kept the pressure steady until the worst of the urgency slowly faded. Only then did she look up, still holding me, spit shining on her lips and chin, and give a soft, steady smile.
“Not so fast, cowboy. You need to finish with the main course.”
Main course.
I still did not know what she meant. She was clearly not a virgin. Whatever she intended to give me was something else entirely.
Maybe a special fetish? Something twisted or something? I had no idea. But thankfully, she answered for me soon enough, and when she did, nothing could have prepared me for what she intended to give me.
She rose, turned, and moved into position without another word. Standing doggy style, balance perfect even without support, she reached back with both hands and spread herself open for me.
The sight stopped my breath completely.
Her own fingers parted her full, heavy ass cheeks, the soft pale flesh trembling slightly under the tension. Between them, her asshole clenched and released in small nervous pulses, pink and tight and completely untouched. A faint sheen of moisture glistened on the swollen lips of her pussy below. The tiny black string of the panties had been pulled aside and now lay useless against one cheek.
She was offering me her ass.
The first time.
I stepped in close and rested both hands on the warm, soft weight of her cheeks. She shivered hard at the contact but did not pull away.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, voice rough.
She nodded once, still facing away. The quiver in her voice when she answered was unmistakable.
“I’m sure.”
I dropped to my knees behind her. Up close, the tight pink ring of her asshole looked even smaller, the skin around it smooth and clean. She had prepared herself, but I still triggered [Cleanse]. A brief soft glow passed over the entrance and left it perfect. I hooked my fingers in the ridiculous scrap of panties and tore them apart with almost no effort. The sharp sound made her yelp, a short startled noise that seemed to bleed some of the tension out of her shoulders.
I don’t think she cared about the sexy lingerie anymore.
I leaned in and breathed her in. The scent was clean and warm and uniquely hers, richer than anything I had tasted. I had tasted ass before, Sasha’s, but hers only tasted like skin. Nothing like this. Maybe it was my mind creating this scent, but it was making my head spin for sure. Intoxicating was the only word I could think of to describe this.
She made a small embarrassed sound and tried to shift her hips.
“Tyler…”
But I held her steady and dragged the flat of my tongue slowly over the tight, puckered rim.
“Ahn~”
The taste was different. Faintly sweet, intimate, and so personal it made my cock throb hard against my stomach. I licked her again, slower, circling the entrance, pressing just enough to feel the muscle flutter under my tongue. Her whole body trembled. Soft helpless sounds slipped out of her with every pass of my tongue.
I spent long moments there, licking and kissing and gently pushing the tip of my tongue against the resisting ring. Then I moved lower. I dragged my tongue through the soaked folds of her pussy, collecting the wetness that had gathered, and sealed my mouth over her completely. I sucked hard, then pushed my tongue inside her as deep as it would go, fucking her with it in short greedy strokes while my nose pressed against her asshole.
“Ahhnn~~ oh god~~”
Her moans grew louder and less controlled. Fresh fluid spilled over my tongue and chin. I alternated between her pussy and her ass, licking one and then the other, sometimes pressing my tongue against both at once. When I returned to her asshole and pushed more firmly, the tight ring finally softened just enough to let the tip of my tongue slip inside. She cried out, a broken, high sound, and her legs shook so hard I had to hold her hips to keep her upright. I fucked the small opening with my tongue in slow, shallow thrusts while one hand reached around to find her clit and rub it in tight circles.
“Tyler~~ ahh~~ wait~~ it’s too much~~”
I did not stop. I kept eating her, alternating deep licks into her pussy with focused attention on her ass, until her whole body was trembling and her moans had turned into continuous broken sounds. Only when her knees threatened to give out completely did I ease back, lips and chin shining, and let her catch her breath.
I could have stayed there for a long time. The hunger to simply bury myself inside that tight heat and take what she was offering was almost overwhelming. No morality. No consequences. Nothing but the need to feel her around me.
But one question still needed an answer.
I eased back, hands still on her hips, and spoke quietly.
“Why are you doing this?”
She went still. I guided her gently around and down until she was sitting on the edge of the chair facing me. Her tiny bra was still half-pulled down from earlier, one heavy breast fully exposed, the nipple dark and tight. When our eyes met, I kept my voice even.
“I don’t want a long explanation. I just want a simple answer. Why are we doing this?”
She understood exactly what I was asking. No life story. No catalogue of marital disappointments. Just the truth.
“Because I need it,” she said. The words were quiet and completely steady. “Because I deserve it. And you’re the only one who can give it to me without taking advantage of me.”
She had thought it through. A stranger or someone from her social circle would always carry the risk of leverage, of stories, of her husband’s eventual discovery in the worst possible way. I was the safe choice only in the sense that I would never use this against her. That careful calculation, the same clear-eyed pragmatism her family had survived on for generations, should have felt cold. Instead, it made me feel chosen in a way that went deeper than simple lust.
I cared about her. She knew it. That was why she had decided to cross this line with me and no one else.
The last of my hesitation burned away cleanly.
I leaned in and kissed her once, slow and deliberate. My hand cupped the exposed breast and squeezed, thumb brushing the stiff nipple until she moaned into my mouth. Then I guided her back into position. My hands settled again on the full soft weight of her ass, spreading her open. The tight pink entrance waited, still fluttering with nerves and anticipation, shiny now from my mouth and her own wetness.
I moved forward without waiting for even one more second.
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