Cindy awoke with a start. She jumped up from the floor and quickly glanced at the clock, It was after ten in the morning.
" Shit, I' ve got to get to school!" She quickly ran to the bathroom. It was not until the shower was washing the dried cum from her back that she realized that it was Saturday.
Cindy began to laugh when she realized that she had nearly freaked out for nothing. She slowly rinsed the shampoo from her hair and thought about the incredible sexual events of the previous day. The water was warm and relaxing.
When she got out of the shower, she fixed herself some breakfast and thought about the chores that had to be done. Despite living in an apartment, Cindy was responsible for a small grassy yard behind the building. She usually had her sister' s son, Marty, over to cut the grass on the weekends.
Her sister, Elizabeth, was a few years older than Cindy. Elizabeth had been divorced for nearly two years, and because she only lived two blocks away, she kept in close contact with her younger sister.
Cindy felt sorry for her older sister. She seemed so lonely, living in a big house with only her young son for companionship.
All of these thoughts passed quickly through Cindy' s mind as she dialed her sister' s number. " Hi, Liz? Oh good, this is Cindy."
" Oh, Cindy! Glad to hear from you," Elizabeth said. " How was your first week at school?"
" Oh, quite eventful!" Cindy giggled to herself as she remembered her wild sexual encounters. " Oh, Liz, the reason I' m calling is that, well, the grass is getting kind of long out back-"
" And you' d like to know if my gorgeous son will come over and cut it for you, right?" " Well, it sure would be great if he has the time," Cindy said.
" You know kids. They never have the time, but I' m sure if you' re still willing to give him five bucks like last time he' ll be over in a flash," Elizabeth said.
" Tell him the deal' s the same as always and I' ll be expecting him."
After she hung up the phone, Cindy though abut her young nephew. My God, she thought, I sucked off someone only a year older than him yesterday.
The thought bothered her for a moment but then she dismissed it. After all, she thought, Eric is much more mature than Marty – with a cock like his, he had to be a man. Marty was just a child, a wellmannered, loving nephew who was always willing to help his aunt.
Nearly an hour passed before Cindy heard a knock at the door.
" Oh, Martin, I' m glad you could make it!" " Hi, Aunt Cindy," the young boy said, blushing and looking downward.
He was always embarrassed when he came in contact with his young aunt.
" Well, come on in and sit down. Maybe you can tell you old aunt what' s new," Cindy said, ushering the blond- haired boy in.
Marty walked over to the antique chair and sat down. He put his hand on the armrest and immediately pulled it back. Something cold and sticky coated the armrest. He brought his hand to his nose. The sticky substance smelled strange to Marty and he quickly wiped his hand on his jeans.
Cindy was watching her nephew in horror. She quickly darted into the kitchen and brought out a towel.
" Oh, I must have spilled something on the chair this morning," she said as she raced over and began cleaning up the girl- cum from the night before.
Marty was uncomfortable with his beautiful young aunt kneeling so close to him. Her ample tits bounced in her skimpy halter top as she cleaned the chair.
Marty looked at her beautiful young body and could not help getting excited. Blood rushed to his youthful cock, making the lad cross his legs to cover his growing hard- on.
Cindy looked lovingly at Marty. They had always been close. He' s such a beautiful young boy, she thought. His blonde hair, boyish face, and thin body highlighted his good looks.
The young teacher couldn' t help but notice that the boy was squirming on the chair. From her kneeling position, she looked directly at the crotch of his jeans. Was it her imagination, or did he have a huge bulge in his jeans? She dismissed the thought quickly and went back to wiping the arm of the chair.
Marty' s squirming didn' t work. His hard cock pushed straight down the leg of his jeans and stuck out. Embarrassed, he simply looked at the TV and ignored both his aunt and his hard prick.
Cindy looked back up at her nephew as she finished wiping off the chair. Marty was ignoring her and watching television, but the giant bulge running down the leg of his jeans immediately caught the schoolteacher' s attention.
Cindy was quite surprised. She was unable to mix the two images – her young virginal nephew with the big hard cock. The bulge in his pants ran down his leg nearly eight inches. Even more surprising was its thickness compared to his thin legs and waist. Cindy could not help but notice the thick head of Marty' s cock.
The schoolteacher had to pull her eyes from the boy' s crotch. Her feelings of excitement were unnatural, maybe even perverse – or so she thought.
Cindy stood up and cleared her mind of her sexual thoughts.
" The grass is sure getting long. I' m really glad you could make it over here today," Cindy said as she walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink.
" Uh, yeah," Marty said. " Sure, Aunt Cindy, no problem."
He hoped his aunt hadn' t noticed the raging hard- on in his jeans.
" In fact, I better get out there and get to it," he said as he stumbled to his feet. His jeans tented out in front of him as he scurried to the door and went outside.
Cindy chuckled. She had felt guilty about her passionate thoughts, and her poor young nephew was so embarrassed he had almost passed out! She took her drink to the window and watched the youth cut grass. He seemed more relaxed, his hard- on obviously softer.
I wonder if he got excited looking at me? she thought.
Cindy watched him somewhat hungrily, his thin, wiry body, never tiring, barely sweating. The wind blew his thick blonde hair back, exposing his perfect features and tanned face.
Cindy tried to imagine him naked, the vision of the large bulge she had seen earlier sticking in her mind. She knew that cocks reached their full size before the rest of the body, at least during puberty. But the thought of Marty' s thin boyish body sporting a thick eightinch cock was hard to imagine.
As she sucked on her drink her imaginings began to turn her on.
God, I wish he wasn' t my nephew, she thought, remembering her incident with Eric. After all, he had been young, and his prick would have satisfied any reeds she might have.
The ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts.
" Hello," she said, quickly finishing her drink.
" Hi, Cindy, this Liz. Is Marty still there?" " Yes, Elizabeth. He' s taking care of the lawn right now."
" Oh good, I just called his father and he wants to take us out tonight. Can you imagine it, we' ve been split up for nearly two years now and he wants to take both of us to dinner!"
" I think that' s nice," Cindy said. " Besides, he hasn' t spent much time with Martin since the divorce, maybe he' s begun to realize how distant he' s been."
" Yeah it' s nice all right," Elizabeth said. " But our shower isn' t working and we' re supposed to leave in two hours. Can Marty bathe at your place?"
" Of course! I don' t have a shower but he can use my bath tub. I' ll have him squeaky clean and ready to go by three.
" Thanks a bunch, Sis," Elizabeth said, and hung up.
Shortly after Elizabeth called, Marty finished the lawn and came back into the apartment. He was tired, and a thin layer of sweat coated his hairless chest.
" Boy that was fast," Cindy said as she walked into the living room, a drink in hand. She had mixed herself a second, and then a third drink while Marty was cutting the grass. The gin had settled into her head, giving her a pretty good buzz.
" Yeah, I decided to go fast the last few times around the yard."
" To burn up some nervous energy?" Cindy asked.
" Well, I guess." Marty looked down, not quite sure what his aunt meant by her last remark.
" Oh, by the way, your mom called," Cindy said as she gulped down the last of her drink. Your dad is taking you two out to dinner. You better take a bath here before you go home. You don' t want to be all sweaty."
She walked over and wiped her fingers on his shoulder. Marty pulled back, but Cindy wetted her fingers on him and then quickly raised them to her mouth. Before she knew what she was doing she had licked the salty sweat from her fingers, literally tasting the boy while he watched, astonished.
Cindy, fairly drunk, shrugged her shoulders and bounced into the kitchen to make another drink.
Unable to figure his aunt out, Marty went to the bathroom and began to take his clothes off. He wondered why she had tasted his sweat, but just figured that his aunt was drunk. He' d never been drunk himself, but he' d seen people before who were bombed, and he knew that they acted strange.
Marty began running the water for his bath, but before he took his pants off, he tried unsuccessfully to shut the bathroom door. Apparently the humidity had warped the door, making it a little too large for the frame. Finally giving up, the boy quickly shucked off his pants and got into the tub. The water felt wonderfully good on his warm, tired body.
Cindy finished making her drink and walked into the living room to see what was on TV. As she flipped through the stations she heard the swishing sound as Marty settled into the tub. She noticed that the bathroom door was ajar about six inches.
For a few minutes Cindy sat there, envisioning the young taut body of her nephew. She could imagine him slowly soaping his strong, hairless chest, then his thin, flat stomach. Cindy nearly choked as her fantasy reached its peak, and the virginal boy began massaging his massive cock and balls.
Cindy thought about the previous day. Despite her degradation, she had inwardly loved each of her encounters. The sight and taste of Eric' s huge cock had made her explode in orgasm. When Keith had fucked her she came more times than she ever even imagined she could.
Another light splash from the bathroom pulled Cindy out of her fantasy. The partially opened door tempted her.
" Maybe I' ll just take a peek and see how he' s doing," she muttered under her breath.
As she stood up, the liquor rushed to her head and created a feeling of dizziness. She giggled as she weaved slowly toward the bathroom.