I was sitting on my bed listening to my iPod when Auntie Em opened the door to my room. "I'm finished," she said. "Your turn."
I pulled the buds out of my ears and grabbed a towel. "'Bout time," I kidded. "Did you leave me any hot water?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Not a drop. Water's cold as hell."
I snapped my towel at her. Auntie Em shrieked, jumped out of the way and closed the door.
I took a leisurely shower, reveling in the renewal of my senses, my vigor and my self confidence. When I finished I wrapped a towel around me, stepped out of the bathroom and padded quietly across the hallway to Auntie Em's room. The door was slightly ajar so I figured it was okay for me to come in. I nudged it with my knee, causing it to open a bit wider. I stuck my head through the expanded crack and softly called out to her.
Auntie Em looked up from her reading and turned her questioning eyes in my direction.
"Just came in to say goodnight," I told her.
Auntie Em closed her book and placed it on the night stand. "Well, what are you doing way over there?" she asked. "Get over here and say it properly."
Like a loyal dog bringing its owner a newspaper, I rushed to her side. I placed a trembling hand on her shoulder, leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. She lay beneath a white cotton sheet, the smell of her rose perfumed soap emanating from her body. There's nothing quite like the smell of fresh scrubbed pussy!
"Goodnight, Emma," I told her softly. "See you in the morning." I straightened up and turned away from the bed.
Auntie Em grabbed my hand. "You don't have to leave," she said.
I turned back around. "But you said..."
She smiled and pulled the covers back, revealing her glorious body in full detail. A few small beads of water still adorned her pussy hair. She held out her arms to me. "I just said that we were to shower alone. That's all."
I climbed into bed and quickly pulled the sheet over us. As fast as we melded together, I would have laid odds that we broke all speed records. I indiscriminately planted several light kisses all over her face.
"Oh, Auntie......I thought you were already getting tired of me."
Auntie Em pressed the entire length of her long, tall frame against me and then she embraced me with a vigor that caused all my fears about our budding relationship to vanish. She smiled as she slid her hand between our bodies and latched on to my cock.
"I'm tired," she said as she kissed me on the nose, "but not tired of you. I could never grow tired of a wonderful, caring lover such as you." She kissed me again, lightly grazing my cheek. She removed her hand from my dick and placed it on my hip.
Auntie Em groaned as she stretched her lithe and supple body to its fullest. "I haven't been fucked that good or that many times in one day in quite some time," she said. "You flat out wore me out."
"Me, too," I responded. "Me, too."
"I knew," she continued as she tweaked my nose, "that if we showered together we'd both want to continue where we left off. I didn't want to disappoint you."
"You could never disappoint me, Emma. Never."
"Just the same," she said as she kissed me again. "I know I'm tuckered out and I'm sure you are, too. Even if you won't admit it."
I gave her an exaggerated sigh. "Okay," I said. "Its just that all of this is so new to me. I don't quite know how to act."
Auntie Em squeezed my thigh and ground her mound against my cock. "That's why I'm here," she told me. "So I can help you sort through all of this."
We settled into a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues no longer battling each other for supremacy. In a real sense, they were making love to each other.
Auntie Em was the one who broke our oral contact. I lay on my back with her head resting on my chest. Uncomfortable? Yes, it was. But I was willing to put up with a little discomfort if it meant I was adding to her happiness.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up. Auntie Em no longer had her head on my shoulders. Sometime during the night we had switched positions and we were spooning. It took me a few long seconds to realize where I was and what we were doing.
My arm was around Auntie Em and my hand was holding on to her tit, gently squeezing it. Her nipple was like a drill bit, threatening to bore a hole in my palm. She pressed her ass against my pelvis and that's when I became fully awake! My cock was buried into that magnificent pussy of hers. We were enjoying a slow sensuous fuck.
No matter how you sliced it, fucking my Auntie Em was the balm needed to keep me on an even keel. Whether it be slow and deliberate as it was now or fast and furious like we had done yesterday, I could always feel the love and desire flowing between our bodies like the mighty Mississippi River; strong, deep and wide. Almost without bounds.
I had this steady, continual tingling down at the base of my cock. You know the place. That spot where Auntie Em's outer pussy lips flared around my pole each time I hit bottom and started back up again.
My fuck stick slid lazily in and out her sensuous quim. Auntie Em lay there in front of me breathing steadily as if she were asleep. Every once in a while, though, I could hear her take in a quick breath. When she did she would stop her thrusting and her pussy would spasm around my rod for a half second or so before getting back into the rhythm our bodies had set while we were both asleep.
Then, without any urging, Auntie Em began her story about her first time with her sister; my mother. She spoke quietly, her now husky voice filled with desire. I continued moving my stroking rod in and out of her puss as if we had the rest of our lives to finish this session of unending love making. I listened intently. I had no intention of interrupting her. I didn't want to spoil the mood.
"I was eighteen," Auntie Em began haltingly. "and, like you are now, just out of high school. Your mother was twenty and about to leave for Stanford.
"The day started out like most every other day that summer. We lazed around the pool and talked about boys."
She stifled a giggle. "Man," she sighed. "Did we ever talk about Antonio, that foreign exchange student from Spain. God, he was hot."
Auntie Em continued with her revelation. "Later on in the afternoon, we started preparing for our dates that evening.
Jarrod, my date arrived first, so off we went to a motel where he had already reserved a room."
Auntie Em tensed and stopped moving. A deep breath followed. She let it out slowly and haltingly. I pulled her beautiful body closer and kissed her on the back of her head. "That's okay, Emma," I said as I caressed her breast. "You don't have to continue if you don't want."
