Disclaimer
This story includes strong sexual themes including: excessive flirtation, masturbation, extreme male and female ejaculation, incest, femdom, submission, and unrealistic anatomy. Any of these actions reflecting real life situations are coincidental, and are neither condoned or encouraged. All characters are 18 or over. This story was written for entertainment purposes only, so please enjoy.
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Chapter Two
Morning seemed to come too soon as the alarm on Simon's phone went off with an annoying tone. Still groggy from the late night before, Simon forced himself out of bed and stretched his body to work out some kinks. Something felt a little different though; his skin felt tighter, both dry and moisturized at the same time. Then, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him, his body temperature instantly went up ten degrees when he remembered what he had done with his aunt. Shame and embarrassment quickly turned into excitement as his morning wood pulsed with thick veins. He grabbed his cock firmly with his right hand, tilted his head back and moaned.
Fuck. If I didn't have to go to work,
Simon thought disappointingly to himself.
I could call out though. I should call out, and just jack off to Aunt Brigit all day.
However, feigning illness could have repercussions both at home and work, so his sense of responsibility forced him to release his thickened member.
When Simon remembered he had used dirty clothes as a make-shift bed sheet, he quickly gathered them up and returned them to his laundry basket. He was just about to head to the bathroom for a routine morning shower when he remembered his aunt's challenge to him.
"Don't wash this off." He heard that sultry voice in his head. "And if you can last all day, I'll give you what you wished for earlier."
What did I say earlier?
So many things happened so fast the previous night that Simon had a difficult time remembering everything he said. Anticipation and curiosity won out, so Simon broke his morning routine. He took his hand off his door knob and turned to get some fresh clothes from his dresser.
I'm covered in cum, so nothing too nice
, he thought.
He was beginning to dread having accepted his aunt's sexual challenge, he couldn't quite smell himself but he could only imagine what people would think if they knew what he did.
Can't back out now.
Simon hardened his resolve.
Last night, he had one of the best orgasms of his life, and his aunt was without a doubt the hottest woman to ever jerk him off, so he was all too anxious to do that again. Perhaps, hopefully take things even further.
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Simon dressed a little more casually for work that morning than usual in some older clothes. He worked at a nearby coastal resort and handled the shipping and receiving. More often than not, Fridays were lighter days and he desperately hoped he would be by himself. So, off to work he went without running into his mother or his aunt. The drive for Simon was uneventful; it gave Simon some freedom to daydream and fantasize about what his aunt might do for him later. His cock sprang to life with the slightest thought of his aunt and he was forced to constantly shift in his seat.
This is not going to be easy
, he thought with a loud sigh and continued to reposition his expanding member. Simon pulled into the large parking lot of the resort campus and had navigated to the employee service entrance.
Once settled, Simon breezed through managing the inventory. He had been left alone for the most of the morning, and the few interactions with coworkers he did have amounted to nothing more than a few comments about how disheveled he looked. However, in that afternoon, he was faced with a difficult, and humiliating, situation.
Kelli Colonel was Simon's immediate supervisor and the overall property manager. She had a rather tough attitude, a tongue with no filter, and a preference for working with men; especially Simon since he seldom questioned her directives. Kelli was a very fit, but not hulking, woman in her mid-thirties, she always kept her brown hair pulled in a pony-tail, and had a passion for rucksack races on the beach.
Kelli had sought Simon at the delivery dock to inform him that a shipment of equipment due later in the day had been moved to the following week. Once Kelli had finished explaining the situation, she noticed something strange about Simon.
Sniff sniff.
"Simon, what the hell?" Kelli glared. "You smell like...dammit you smell like sex!" Compelled, Kelli leaned into Simon. "Yeah, that's some dirty sex. You don't clean up afterwards?"
"Oh...uh...sorry 'bout that. It was late, we ran long, and I had to weigh getting a shower or getting here on time." Simon replied.
"Ha! She burned you out didn't she? No shame in that. I've conquered many a mountain myself. You wouldn't even be able to come into work." Kelli said with a very sly smirk.
Simon stood there wide-eyed wearing an awkward smile. In his excited state, it sounded to him like his boss just propositioned him, but before he could process her comment any further, she continued with another request.
"Hey, focus up. The events coordinator wants to see you." Kelli said in a louder tone as she looked down at a tablet she held that contained her list of tasks.
"Events coordinator? Wait, which one?" Simon asked.
"The head honcho, Chanté Williams." Kelli answered without looking up at Simon.
"Like, now?"
Kelli looked up, but responded a little testily, "I dunno. Probably. You know how that department is. When they want something, they want it now."
Simon looked back at his disorganized work station, "uh yeah. I'll clean up here and then head over."
Kelli exited the loading area, but before she had left completely, she turned and yelled, "hey, good work last night." And shot him a wink.
There. Did...did she do it again?
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