I was standing with my robe now completely open, my naked body once again exposed for my best friend's son. Yet he paid it no attention, his eyes were completely locked on mine as he held his breath and waited for what I had to say. I stood and he sat motionless for a moment, his cock still hard and obscene in its enormity.
"Why, Adam...?" I finally said, closing the distance between us. "Why are you making me do this?" My face was so close to his, feeling his warm breath on my lips. I closed the last remaining distance between us, and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I gave up completely.
I couldn't let this go.
I couldn't let him go.
The kisses grew in intensity, and this time I was the one to push my tongue into his mouth. He stood up to wrap his arms around my body and pulled me close to him, my naked breasts pressing tightly against his chest as his hands moved to encircle my hips before possessively groping my ass. We made out passionately, right there against the kitchen table, before I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees.
He moved the chair to readjust his position, facing me better, and I looked up at him behind his massive, hard-as-steel cock. He wanted it from me, and I wanted to give it to him. I bent forward and kissed the precum-leaking head, before running my tongue along his shift and finally taking him into my mouth. He managed to somehow get even harder, and I bobbed my head over half his length, looking him directly in his eyes.
His face had an expression of immense pleasure, and I wondered what was going through his head. His mother's best friend, the woman he'd crushed on for years, the woman that he considered to be his aunt and one that would sometimes pick him up from school when his mom had to work overtime, the woman that would bring him candy as a kid and one that would affectionately plant kisses on his cheek all the time, the woman he'd modeled his entire taste in girls on and whose body he'd been lusting after ever since he hit puberty - that same woman, fourteen years older than him, was on her knees, hungrily swallowing his dick for the third time.
I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time, letting his cock enter my throat and sloppily moving my head to and fro between his legs. I'd asked him earlier why he was making me do this, but I hadn't expected an answer. He wasn't exactly in a state of being able to answer any questions either, my lips and mouth applying a vacuum seal around the length of his hard and now slick cock. He was lost in the pleasure I brought him with my mouth,
I'd wanted to suck his dick earlier when I caught him jerking off onto my bra, but had held back. I was realizing now, however, that there really was no point. I clearly had no self control around him, and if the thought of giving him a morning blowjob had planted itself in my head, he was going to get one no matter how much I tried pushing it away.
Right there on the kitchen floor, I sucked him off, having no intentions of stopping till he filled my mouth with another one of his massive loads. I brought one of my hands that I'd planted on his thighs forth to stroke his shaft while I'd pulled back to suck on his head, and that's when he exploded again, returning my favor of making him breakfast by feeding me my own.
I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to warn me anymore, but he knew that already. He knew at this point that I would swallow regardless, and that's exactly what I did, letting him fire jet after jet of thick semen into my mouth while I formed a tight seal around his head with my lips. When my cheeks began to bloat from the sheer quantity he unloaded, I pulled back and swallowed, now stroking him directly into my wide open mouth instead.
I stood back up once he finished, running my tongue around the insides of my mouth to gulp down any leftover bands of cum, and took a seat next to him, facing him. My body was still fully on display between the parted robe, and Adam was eyeing it under heavy breaths, taking a moment to relax in his post-orgasmic state. I made no move to tie the robe again, letting him stare at my jutting breasts, my nipples hard while I picked my coffee back up to sip.
"Did you always fantasize about me?" I asked him, my thoughts from yesterday to end the sexual nature of our relationship for now a distant one.
"Well..." Adam thought over his answer, clearly a little embarrassed, despite having cum in my mouth just a minute prior.
"I had a hunch, you know? Over the years, I've noticed you staring at my tits more times than I can keep count of." I smiled teasingly at him. His breathing had normalized and he had a shy smile on his face now. "You didn't even hold back with your mother around!"
"Well, you're just so beautiful. It's... hard not to look." I could easily get away with thinking Adam was trying to flirt, but the innocence in his voice let me know that he was just being completely honest. "And you'd always come over wearing those low neck tops. And, well, there was always a lot of... a lot to stare at." He finished, eyeing my sizable, bare chest and intimating what he meant.
"So a little cleavage's all it takes with you?" I continued to tease him, smiling throughout our conversation.
Adam paused for a bit before responding, clearly a little surprised with how contrasting my demeanor today was compared to yesterday's.
"It's not exactly 'a little'." He said, taking his time to answer and once again eyeing my tits. I thought to tease him further, but then figured he had a point.
"Do you remember a couple days after your eighteenth birthday, I came over late at night to hand a file to your mom? You answered the door and I was wearing a grey, low cut top with nothing underneath."
"Yes, I, uhh... masturbated twice that night." Adam looked down to the floor, feeling awkward in his confession.
"You masturbate thinking of me?" I asked mindlessly. I knew he'd always probably fantasized, so busting nuts to the thought of me shouldn't have been too surprising.
