“Hi, Jamie,” Paula said when she opened the door to her nineteen-year-old nephew, Jamie.
“You know she really pisses me off,” Jamie remarked angrily.
“Oh, dear. You had better come inside.”
“Is Uncle Brian home?”
“No,” was Paula’s simple answer.
“Good,” Jamie remarked.
Paula led Jamie into the living room. All the way, Jamie’s eyes were focused on Paula’s long shapely legs, accentuated by the mini skirt she was wearing.
Jamie sat on the sofa, head down, looking miserable.
“What is it this time?” Paula asked, even though she could guess. And why Jamie was there.
“She has no fucking idea what she is doing to me.”
Paula sat on the settee, put her hand on Jamie’s, and said in a soothing voice, “Don’t call her she, please, Jamie. Hazel is your mother and my sister. Now, calmly, tell me what happened.”
“Nothing, that’s what. She walks around the house in those nun-like clothes. Baggy sweaters, long skirts, and she still gives me a hardon.”
“Jamie, you have to stop obsessing about your mother like this. It’s not good for you, and her clothes aren’t that bad.”
“I can’t help it. I mean, you are identical twins. Mom must have the same amazing body you have. Why can’t she show it the way you do?”
“I like that you think I have a nice body, but not that you think I go around exhibiting myself.”
Jamie apologized for his phrasing and asked what Paula knew was coming, “Would you mind getting rid of this stiffy Mom gave me?”
“God, Jamie, you are infuriating. Anyway, the answer is no. Your uncle will be back any minute.”
“Aww, please, Aunty. Anyway, you were the one that started it.”
“Maybe, but you caught me when I was vulnerable. I was wrong and shouldn’t have seduced you.”
Jamie giggled, “Seduced. You took your dress off and had nothing on underneath. Then you told me you needed a good fucking, and dived into my pants.”
“Yes, but in my defence, I hadn’t had a cock inside me for a few days.”
“And the other times?” Jamie asked.
Paula smiled seductively, “A girl isn’t going to let a nice cock escape. Is she?”
That remark told Jamie he was in, so he freed his dick, “Come on, Aunty. I am so horny I won’t last long.”
“Just what a lady wants to hear.” But having a young hard cock in front of her, Paula couldn’t resist doing something, “Okay, I will give you a hand job, but that’s all.”
“You may as well suck it as pull it,” Jamie suggested.
“Fuck you, Jamie.”
“That is what I am hoping, Aunty.”
Paula knelt on the sofa and gripped Jamie’s cock in her hand. “I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t have such a wonderful cock,” she told Jamie.
As Paula’s lips surrounded Jamie’s dick, her tongue worked the head.
Jamie sat back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed his aunt’s mouth and tongue. His hand brushed over Paula’s ass cheek and then found her wet pussy lips. Paula moaned as Jamie’s fingers stroked her pussy, and then she flinched when a finger began to massage her exposed clit.
Paula lifted her head off Jamie’s cock, “Don’t do that, Jamie. You know what happens when you play with me like that,” Paula stammered.
Jamie knew exactly what he was doing and carried on massaging Paula’s clit.
“I hate you, Jamie,” Paula screamed, and then she straddled Jamie and lowered herself onto his dick.
Jamie was right. He began spurting his jiz into Paula in less than two minutes. Not that Paula noticed because she was riding Jamie hard. Paula’s enthusiasm kept Jamie hard, and Paula soon screamed she was cumming.
That was the beginning. The only thing that mattered for Paula and Jamie was the pleasure they were giving each other. Gone was the worry that Paula’s husband was due home anytime. The lust for each other was all that mattered.
Paula was finishing her fourth or fifth orgasm when Jamie began filling her with his second load of cum. The sensation increased for both of them when Paula gripped Jamie’s cock as tight as she could with her pussy muscles.
As they lay side by side on the carpet, panting, Paula declared it would have to be their last time. Jamie was horrified and wanted to know why.
“For one thing, how did we get down here?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie replied.
“And when did you take my sweater and bra off?”
“Dunno. When did you take my tee off?”
“Dunno,” Paula said, smirking.
Jamie turned his head to look at Paula, “You didn’t mean it did you? When you said, that was the last time.”
Paula didn’t look at Jamie. She continued staring at the ceiling and answered, “Of course not.”
Jamie smiled contentedly and turned his eyes back to the ceiling.
After a few seconds, he asked, “I wonder if Mom’s cunt is as tight as yours?”
