Paul's fingers were tightly gripping Regan's blonde hair. He was shuddering in pleasure, trying to hold off the final moment when he'd be feeding her his cum. Or maybe he'd cum on her face this time. Regan liked to surprise him sometimes. Often she'd push the head of his cock into her gagging throat until it would grip and milk him until he fed her cum right into her belly. She was getting better at not gagging on his swollen cock. Sometimes she'd pull him out and stroke with a rapid pumping motion, whispering the filthiest things Paul had heard until his pearlescent cum coated Regan's face and dripped from her hair. One particularly memorable time, Regan rubbed his cum into her skin like a lotion and stayed like that all day as Paul and Regan did some errands. It was particularly memorable because Regan kept licking her lips in a very dramatic way until Paul pulled the truck over and shoved Regan's head down into his lap, right on the side of the street. There had been times when they almost were caught, but that was the closest. Paul had been cumming in her mouth, pulling on her hair, as Theodore, Regan's vet friend, waved from across the street.
Paul's mind was brought back to the moment as Regan pulled herself off his cock and started stroking, moving beneath him to lick and suck his balls, rolling her tongue over them. Her other hand was furiously rubbing her clit, already soaking wet from two orgasms - she was hoping for a third the moment Paul came for her.
"Cum for your auntie, sweetie. Give it to me, I'm hungry for it," she moaned around his balls. Paul steadied himself against the counter top and looked down at his beautiful aunt.
"Make me cum then, little slut. Make me cum like the whore you are." Paul pushed forward against her and twisted them around, shoving his cock back into her mouth and pushing her back until her head hit the drawers of the counter-island. "I'm going to fuck your little mouth, you want that?"
Regan moaned lustfully around his cock, slobbering on it and savoring the taste, as her own orgasm approached. She shoved herself forward, impaling her throat on his shaft until it slid forcefully down her throat. Paul started moving roughly, fucking her mouth against the counter, thrusting his hips and making her head stay fixed firmly to the drawers. Her eyes rolled back a bit as she approached the edge. Paul was treating her so nasty and it was throwing gas into the fire of her already burning lust.
"You're just a slut for your nephew, aren't you? Admit it." He growled, not stopping or pulling his cock out of her mouth. He moved with insistence, the head of his prick fucking her throat and she welcomed him into it.
Regan moaned again, drool ran from her lips to her chin and landed on her bobbing tits, already slick with sweat and wetness from Paul's tongue, earlier. Her skin was marked with teeth marks as well. They were becoming more and more ravenous for each other. Regan closed her eyes as she crested over the edge and her orgasm started to overtake her.
Likewise, Paul's degrading of his aunt didn't just send her over the edge, but him as well. He could feel his cock stiffen and his body tighten as his fingers pulled at her hair. At the last minute, he looked down, a bit stunned, as Regan shoved him off and grabbed his slobbery cock, stroking it fast. She barely had time to open her eyes and mouth, much less time to speak, before Paul's white cream launched towards her excited face.
In seconds, it was over, and they were both panting. Paul was leaning against Regan, grasping at her hand to get her to stop stroking him - he was too sensitive now. Regan's head was swimming and her body moved almost automatically. Her fingers gently rubbed her face, playing with his cum, tasting it and feeling it on her skin as her other hand gently tweaked her nipple. Finally, after a long happy minute, her eyes focused and she looked up at her nephew, standing above her.
"Are you quite certain you have to move back to Philadelphia?" Regan smiled up at him and reached up, needing his help to stand on shaky legs and sore knees.
"Unfortunately," he said simply as he reached down to pull her up, catching her and steadying her on her wobbly legs, her breasts pressed against his chest as they stood naked in her kitchen together. "But we weren't going to talk about that, remember?" He smiled as he thought back several weeks in his time in Point Hope.
Paul's room sat empty for days now. All his clothes were in a long empty dresser in his Aunt Regan's room. And sharing one bed together, they held each other all through the night. Every night. It took days to get used to sharing a bed, but they found each other during their dreams and clung tightly to one another, finally. Regan had woken with a jolt, a nightmare or a dream dripping with anxiety, she wouldn't remember. All she remembered is Paul holding her tighter, sensing her move and gripping her body closer to his. She remembered his barely awake voice asking if she was ok. She remembered her quiet answer that she was now. And his reassurance that he was here. And then the simplest words. "I love you Regan." Not Aunt Regan. Not Auntie. Just Regan. She knew he did, of course he did. But another layer was there now. They didn't say another word about him leaving.
Until now. Regan had perhaps been in denial about him leaving, and Paul was unconcerned. He knew he had to leave, but he knew he'd be back next summer. And he knew that cell phones existed for a reason. She frowned a bit.
"I can't help it," she said as she stood near him, looking up at him with a hand on his chest.
"You don't have to worry so much. A little distance won't keep us apart. Pinky promise." He stuck his little pinky out, grinning at her. Regan grinned back, happy at his reassurance - coupled with weeks of nightly repeated reassurances - and leaned forward. She took his pinky in her mouth and gave it a little suck, looking up at him.
"Sorry, nephew. Couldn't help myself." She grinned up at him and winked, turning around to walk to the kitchen counter and get herself some water. Paul looked down at his hand and then back towards his Aunt's naked pale butt. She was in a cheeky mood, and he grinned.
"So I've got an idea," he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her body, pressing his softening cock against her perky butt. "I only have a couple weeks left here, obviously. Why don't I come with you and Ted the next couple weeks? You're gone for hours every day and I don't see you at all when you have to go up to Barrow you get back so late. We'd get to spend more time together."
Regan leaned back against him, her skin was starting to get chilly now that their lust had worn off. She sipped her water and tapped her toes on the wood floor. Finally, she turned around and smiled. "That's a great idea. I can train you to be my assistant." She grinned widely again. "Then you can come work for me full time someday."
