Oral Fixations

Oral Fixations Part 2

*This story is sexually explicit and is not suitable for minors. The characters are purely works of fiction. For those just joining this story, recall that Jack and Lilly are not related by blood or marriage, and their references to aunt and nephew are purely terms of affection emblematic of their age gap. Lilly is 40 and Jack is 22. Reader discretion is advised.*

My Summer in Martin was shaping up to be unforgettable. Aunt Lilly thoroughly cleaned my dick with her lips. I watched in shock as my cum dribbled down her toned thighs, pooling on her kitchen floor.

"Earn my keep?" I repeated. "Lilly, what are you talking about?"

"Jack, sweetheart, you're not that dense, are you?" She asked, her hand still gently stroking my softening penis. "I'm a lonely divorced, forty-year-old woman in a podunk college town surrounded by bumpkins. Let's just say your Aunt Lilly doesn't find a whole lot of good dick around here."

I furrowed my brow. This was all a terrible mistake, a lapse of judgment fueled by a puff of weed, a cold beer, and a tasty sandwich. I blinked a couple of times before I replied.

"So, what you're saying... "

"What I'm saying," she interrupted, "is that you're going to feed me a steady supply of that hot cum all summer long and in exchange I'll feed you and keep a roof over your head. That, or I can give your Dad a call and let him know all the nasty trouble his son's cock has been up to."

My eyes widened in horror. "Lilly! You wouldn't!"

"I most certainly will." She replied curtly.

She stood up and walked over to the counter. She picked up a stray piece of tomato from my sandwich plate and dropped it in her mouth, sucking the juice off her finger. Her beautiful tits jiggled as she chuckled lightly.

"You can't possibly tell me this is actually a difficult decision for you. More pussy than you'll get for the rest of your life. A dirty little secret. All the sandwiches and beer you can eat"

Her lustful eyes melted me with their intensity, and I could feel my dick hardening again as I watched her.

"Well," I said, "you do make one hell of a tasty sandwich."

She laughed loudly. "I definitely do." She replied. "Sounds like we have a deal. Go clean up and unpack your things. Then come back and spoon fuck me on the couch while I burn the rest of this Joint and binge watch Netflix."

I grabbed my bag and walked into Lilly's guestroom.

"Wrong again. You're sleeping in my bed."

I turned around and looked at her quizzically.

"You don't do much good as a boytoy if you're not sleeping next to me." she said.

'A boy toy!' I thought to myself 'Fuck, this is a dream come true. It's too good to be true. Lilly wasn't Just some average MILF. She was the definition of a smoke show. And she wanted me. Took possessive pleasure in using me. It's wrong on so many levels. But what's the point in fighting it? Everyone needs a dirty secret or two in life or else things get dull pretty fast. And let's be real, no one would believe me if I tried to tell it anyway.'

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

"Suit yourself, Auntie."

I walked over to Lilly's room, which smelled like lavender and Chanel perfume. I unpacked my clothes in a half-used drawer on her wardrobe - next to a tantalizing heap of lace panties - and Jumped into the shower. I let the hot water cascade down my face and breathed in the steam. My heart racing as my mind flashed back to the memory of Lilly's pussy milking me. My belly full with her delicious sandwich, my tongue still processing the mixture of the creamy tang of mayo and Lilly's strawberry lip gloss. My cock swelled but I thought better than to rub one out, knowing Lilly wasn't done with me yet. I shut off the water.

"Towels in the top cabinet," she yelled. "Don't get dressed. Just get your ass in here!"

Peering out into the den, I could See her naked shoulder and her dark brown French braids peeking out from the back of the sofa. I toweled off and walked out to join her. she was lying on her side, her pussy staring at me invitingly between her ass cheeks.

"What took so long, nephew? You'd better not have been jerking off in there. Your cum belongs to me now."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Aunt Lilly!" I replied.

"Good boy, now come over her and put your dick in me."

She grabbed butt to spread her cheeks apart, her cunt glistening in the glow of the television. I scooted up against her, spooning her butt and slid my cock deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, Jack!" She said, moaning deeply as I filled her.

"Fuck I love how that cock stretches me." She laid her head against the couch cushions and gazed into the TV. "Just stay there. Just keep that dick buried in me."

I reached around to fondle her tits. She backed her ass into me, working my dick so deep inside her I could feel her cervix pulsing. She sighed contentedly

"Good boy, Jack!"

"Your pussy is so warm and cozy, Auntie!" I said, playfully.

"Mmmm, so is your cock."

We sat there like that for an hour. Her hips occasionally grinding down on my length, but mostly still. Comfy. Her soap opera ended. As the credits rolled, she turned to face me, my dick sliding out of her as she twisted her hips. She kissed me passionately and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Ready for your first day as a Barista tomorrow?" she asked.

I smiled, kissing her cheek. "As long as my cool aunt Lilly can show me the ropes."

"It will take considerable will power to keep my hands off of you," she said.

"Then don't try" I replied, reaching around to run my hand up her thigh to cup her butt.

"The problem there is that people think you are actually my flesh and blood nephew. That's what I told everyone when I got the news you were coming."

"I see," I muttered, "so, this... "

"This," she interrupted, gesturing in a circle, "this stays between us and behind the front door."

"Yes, that's smart," I replied.

"The problem is you've got those chiseled good looks of your father." She said, running a finger over my jaw. "The college girls will be all over you."

"So I take it this is exclusive?" I asked. She punched me playfully in the arm, "Ow!" I yelled.

"Of course it's exclusive!" She said indignantly. "If you need to get your dick wet, you'll have to come to me, get it?"

I rubbed my arm where she punched me. "So, I guess we start a rumor that I've got a girlfriend back home"

"A sexy one too, it's very serious," she said, her eyes glowing with mischief. "Y'all even fuck without protection."

My eyes widened in terror, recalling the cream pie I' d given her earlier this evening.

"Relax," she said. "I'm on the pill. Have been since the divorce. It's hard to find good dick in Martin, but I'm always an optimist."

"Oh thank God!" I said in relief.

"But, since you brought it up, think you'd like to put another load in me?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" I said. I grabbed her tightly and kissed her. Her hands drifted to stroke my stiff cock. She moaned with pleasure. I sat up and flipped her over onto her knees on the sofa to fuck her doggy.

"Mmm, fuck yes, Nephew. Fuck my tight holes."

'Holes?' I thought. 'Does she want anal?' I decided against testing my luck and rammed my cock back inside her pussy.

"Oh, Jack!" she yelled, arching her back.

"Your pussy is incredible, Lilly."

"Fuck me good, Jack! Fuck My brains out!"

I pulled my cock back and rammed It into her with brutal force, relishing the way her tight ass absorbed the shock as we collided.

"That's it Jack, harder, fucking punish this tight hole!"

The sensation was overwhelming. Her cunt was wet, slick, and warm, her lips gripped my length tight for Just a fraction of a second each time I thrust. It took considerable will power not to nut in her immediately. She bucked her hips against me in time with my thrusts, her hand reaching back to massage her clit.

"Just like that Jack, baby. I'm gonna fucking cum."

I kept up the pace, my balls slapping her pussy lips in big wet claps. And then she fell apart. Squeals that became Shrieks. Muttering obscenities at me as her legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Fuck I love that cock" She exclaimed.

She stood up and grabbed me by the dick, pulling me off the Sofa and toward the bedroom.

"Come on, stud. Bedtime. fuck me in my bed and paint my insides white with cum!"

I grabbed her by the waist with both hands and flung her into the bed. She giggled and spread her legs. Her pussy stared at me, her clit prominent, pink at it's apex. Her labia glistening and slightly puffy. My mouth watered for it.

"You have the most gorgeous pussy i've ever seen."

"Thanks!" she said. "I grew it myself."

I chuckled and put my face between her legs, running my tongue teasingly up and down her pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure. As my tongue approached her clit, I could sense her breath hitch. I paused, breathing heavily on her sensitive skin, lifting my tongue. She shivered in anticipation

"Oh Jack!" she muttered softly.

My tongue probed her vagina. I blew my hot breath against her skin again and spit on her cunt. She gasped, her voice dissolving into a needy whine. Finally, I placed my lips around her clit and began to suck and lick it.

"Oh God, Fuck yes! Finally!"

She tasted incredible, her Juices and remnants of my cum mingled on my tongue. The tang reminding me of the creamy mayo on the sandwich earlier. I felt hyper aware of the world around me. Her pulse, her moans and coos. The gentle tick tick tick tick of the ceiling fan, all these sounds and tastes and smells coalescing in a Symphony of arousal. I rose and Slapped My cock across her slit.

"Oh fuck!" She yelled.

"You taste so fucking good!" I said, licking my lips to taste her again.

I teased her clit with my cock, sliding it in between her labia over and over, and I could sense that I was melting her brain. That she'd been reduced to the nerve endings on her Pussy, nothing else mattered. I pushed my length inside her, relishing in the thrill of feeling the walls of her Pussy clenching around my girth

"That's it baby, fuck my tight Pussy. Fucking wreck me!"

I thrust into her hard. Over and over. drilling into her balls deep. Her bouncing tits had me mesmerized. I don't know how long we fucked like that. Over and over, she came on my cock, her squirts coating me in slick Juices. The last time she came, she seemed to utterly lose control. Sobbing and laughing simultaneously as her cunt squeezed my dick so hard I thought it would break me. I let go, my cum spurting inside her in thick jets! I stood over her, breathless.

"No one has ever fucked me so good! She said, kissing me frantically.

"Me neither!" I replied, making her giggle.

My cock slid out of her, and my cum oozed all over the sheets.

"Sorry!" I said.

"Don't be stud. I love nothing more than passing out in a pool of hot cum. Get some rest! We have to open the Shop downstairs at 7:00 am."

The next few weeks flew by. Lilly Showed me the ropes of working at the Strand and introduced me to Blythe, the other barista. Blythe was a Student at the College. Young, Perky tits, petit frame. She and I hit it off pretty well. I definitely detected a slight frown when I mentioned my "girlfriend" back home.

Lilly and I opened every day and handled the lunch crowd along with George, the Cook. The menu was pretty simple, but the "chicken & waffles" and the shrimp & grits were nothing short of Southern gourmet. Blythe would come in at 3:00 after her Classes, and work till close. We all worked the same hours on Saturdays. We opened later but didn't close until midnight. After work, Lilly and I would climb the stairs to her loft and fuck like rabbits. She was insatiable, and she'd made me insatiable too.

We did a decent Job of keeping the secret, albeit with a couple of near misses. One day, Lilly texted me at lunchtime that she couldn't wait anymore and to meet her upstairs on my break for a quickie. I didn't have time to shower after, and George rather irreverently told me I smelled like pussy when I got back downstairs.

George was a tall, heavy-set Cajun Creole with a scruffy face and a deep voice that strayed into a French Louisiana accent when he wasn't paying attention to it. He set a large pot of water on the stove in the Strand's Kitchen to boil and looked at me sternly.

"You fuckin' Blythe?" He asked, rather directly.

"No!" I said, my heart racing.

"Don't bullshit me, kid. I smell some grade A Pussy on you."

"I'm not fucking Blythe, I swear!" I could feel perspiration on my brow. " I'm not fucking anyone! I've got a girlfriend back home."

"Hmmph" George chortled. "If you ain't, You ought to be," He said. "That girl's got an ass so fine it brings tears to my eyes."

"George!" I said. "Dude, you're like 60 years old. You could be Blythe's grandfather!"

"I may be old, but I ain't blind" he said, tossing a bag full of shrimp in the boiling water. "And I ain't stupid neither." He added. "That girl has it bad for my boy Jack."

"What?" I said, incredulously.

"She's itchin to jump your bones. I can see it on her face. Get you some, boy!"

I shook my head. Just then, Lilly came into the kitchen.

"Two country scrambles, one dry toast." She said, putting the ticket on the stove fan for George. "What are you to two yapping about in here?"

"Just about how your nephew here ain't got no sense." George replied. "Blythe is out there throwin' him signals all day and he's writing love letters to some bitch a thousand miles away."

Lilly's cheeks flushed beet red.

"George, stop being a dirty old man and cook the brunch order."

She grabbed a bottle of champagne and orange Juice and went back out to the floor. I left George in the kitchen and went back out to the coffee bar. I almost knocked Blythe over as she made her way to the back.

"Oh! Hey Jack! Sorry!" She said flustered.

"Sorry, Blythe! I'm not watching where I'm going."

"It's ok, really!" she said, touching My arm and letting it linger for a moment longer than it probably should. I smiled and kept on walking. Lilly walked over and slapped a coffee order ticket on the counter unceremoniously.

"You ok, Lilly?" I asked.

"That bitch had better stay in her fucking lane," she muttered under her breath, her tits heaving under her white cotton tank top.

"Lilly!" I whispered.

"Don't forget your duties here, nephew."

She stormed off to take the order for another customer who'd just walked in. I scratched my head, noticing the telltale walk Lilly had assumed to avoid leaking the cream pie I'd just given her all over the coffee shop floor.

Blythe resurfaced from the kitchen and walked over to help me steaming milk.

"Busy brunch rush!" She said. "It's not normally this busy during the summer."

"Yeah, it's crazy today." I replied, still processing Lilly's attitude.

Blythe tucked a strand of hair that had strayed from her ponytail behind her ear. "Hey, Jack, I'm going camping up at the lake next weekend with a few friends. Want to come with?"

My eyes widened. 'Shit.' I thought. Of course I wanted to come, but I knew that going would spin Lilly out of orbit. "Oh wow, that sounds awesome. I'd love to, but I wouldn't want to leave Lilly shorthanded."

"We'll drive up after close Saturday night." she said. "We're closed on Sunday." Her eyes were wide and welcoming, and she bit her bottom lip anticipating my answer.

"Let me Just see if Lilly needs me for inventory on Sunday." I said.

"Sure, just let me know." She replied, smiling. "I'd really love to get to know you a little better."

She touched my arm again in that lingering way before turning to the espresso machine and letting a thick column of steam billow out of it.

'Ugh,' I thought. 'George was right. She is definitely interested. And she's also definitely a hottie. I've got to be careful. No time to get greedy.'

The day droned on, and the strand did banner business, which thankfully cut down on time for more chit chat with Blythe. At one point, I did catch Lilly staring at me jealously as I checked out her cute ass. The evening rush was even more insane than the Brunch. We stayed open later than usual and closed down at 1:00 in the morning. As was the tradition, Lilly, Blythe, George, and our Saturday-only waitress Samantha and I gathered in the storeroom after close to share a couple bottles of wine and a fat Joint. George put some music on a Bluetooth speaker and bullshitted us about his time in the navy, with Lilly reminding him that most of his service was on the galley of a destroyer permanently docked in Maryland. Their back and forth was friendly, only pretending to give each other shit. Samantha demonstrated her skills at blowing smoke rings, sending even smaller rings through the big ones with little pulses of her tongue through pursed lips.

"Lilly, you've been so at ease lately," Blythe observed. "New man in your life?"

My eyes darted at Lilly to catch her reaction.

"No," she sighed "Just a new Dildo."

Blythe and Sam laughed out loud. I chuckled awkwardly over the giggling. George smiled "damn girl, you nasty! I love it!"

"I knew you would, dirty old man," Lilly said.

As we drained the last of the wine everyone stood up and hugged each other. The sheer force of Lilly's personality had assembled a sweet little family here at the strand. It was poignant. You could clearly see how her loneliness and isolation after the divorce had prompted her to forge something small, but authentically beautiful here in Martin. I Just prayed my presence her didn't threaten to destroy it.

Buzzed, Lilly and I navigated the staircase. I reached for my key to the loft. Her hand caught mine, stopping me from unlocking the door.

Her eyes were watery, and her lip quivering.

"Lilly." I said.

"Shh."

She put her finger to my lips and ran her other hand through my hair. I kissed her, her tongue darting out to meet mine as my hands reached up to cup her breasts. She melted into me, and I fondled her gently as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Finally, she broke off the kiss and held my head with both hands.

"Jack, baby, come inside and fuck me. Let me know I'm yours. Claim my holes help me forget all about stupid Blythe."

"Blythe? Lilly, nothings going to happen."

"It might have to, To keep our secret safe."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She looked at me, her eyes bloodshot from the weed, and a little heavy lidded, but with an unmistakable burning lust.

"No more about that tonight. Fuck Auntie's brains out!"

We kissed again as I fumbled to turn the lock and open the door, stumbling through the door making out. Lilly pulled off her tank top and slid off her skirt, her tits pushed up by her white cotton bra. I unclasped it and fondled them, rolling my thumb and forefinger over her right nipple as she cooed softly in my mouth. Her hands fumbled at my pants and pushed them to the floor. She gently massaged my dick through my boxers. She was trembling with anticipation.

"Jack, Sweetie."

"Yes, Lilly?"

"I need you to fuck my ass."

My eyes widened. "I've never done that before." I finally said.

"I'm going to ruin you for most girls," she said. "I need you so bad. And seeing the way Blythe looked at you tonight... I Just need to feel you in my ass. I need you to claim my ass."

"Are You sure, Lilly?" I asked.

She pulled my boxers down and sank to her knees, teasing my frenulum with her tongue gently before taking My full length down her throat.

Gluck, gluck, gluck, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp.

My eyes rolled backwards as she bobbed her head desperately up and down my cock.

"Please Jack," she pleaded with gasping breath "Fuck my tight little asshole."

She stood up and grabbed my slick cock in her hand, leading me to the bedroom. She tossed off her panties and hopped on her back, spreading her legs and rocking her hips back to expose her winking asshole just beneath her soaked pussy. She wiggled her hips back and forth enticingly.