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For a few consecutive nights, Yong had visited his aunt with enthusiasm. He would ask her for permission upon entering her room, and once inside, he behaved himself. He would sit quietly on her bed and wait for her to be done. Only when she finally sat beside him would he make his special requests
He would ask her meekly. She would lift up her top. They would get into the same position as that night.
He needed her breasts desperately. He would bury his face in her bosom and suck her nipples until they went red, savouring at the sweetness of her secretions. Occasional bites might have caused the nipples to quiver a little, but he would try to be more gentle the next time, every time. He would pant in excitement, as bodily scents evolved from her sweaty erogenous zones.
In the meantime, she adored his innocence. She would stroke his head dearly as he sucked her, and bear with the sore for his sake. Her position might vary from time to time as she moved her body, but she knew that his strong suction would always be felt. She never knew she would derive so much satisfaction from breast-feeding her own nephew.
They would enjoy each other’s special company, until it was time for him to go to bed.
And things started to get even more steamy after that few initial nights.
In the mirror, Jess could see her nephew’s eager expression as she was finishing off at her dressing table. He must have noticed the difference in her that particular night. Instead of her previous spaghetti-straps and shorts, Jess was wearing something else.
Jess got up from her seat. As she did so, the black translucence hanging down from her shoulders appeared even shorter, as it barely reached her thighs. Her pink protrusions, vague as they may be, titillated her nephew’s young mind as she turned around. Below her waist, she wore another layer of black which was opaque. While she was sure that her nephew noticed the opacity, she doubted he would notice the difference under it. After all, it was a subtle difference.
“Auntie, are you done?” Yong muttered.
“Yeah why?” Jess knew she was asking the obvious, yet she preferred Yong to tell her what he wanted.
“I want to see your tits,” Yong mumbled this time. Sure, he was improving. But he was still far from being direct.
“You massage me first?”
Jess was well aware that until then Yong’s only focus was on her tits. She could not recall him spending time on other parts of her body, as he was always too busy with managing her breasts. That was quite understandable. She was not too bothered by the fact that other parts of her body had been neglected, but sore nipples were becoming a rising concern after he sucked her so much. She needed him to go easy on her delicate nipples at least for a while.
Yong followed his aunt’s instructions religiously. He started to give her a massage, beginning from her shoulder blades. As he progressed, he inevitably reached her buns. He was told he could lift up her nightie and massage her buns. Subsequently he had a feel of what she was made of behind. A good portion of her smooth buns was in direct contact with his palms as he worked on it.
As Yong finished his job, Jess flipped to her front, her nightie still lifted up till her waist. Needless to say, her thongs were exposed. With her feet dragging on the bed-sheet she bent her knees and kept them apart. Then she fixed her eyes on Yong, as if waiting for a response from him. Yong started staring at her between he legs, and as he moved closer, she set her knees wider apart. From that moment onwards, there was little need for verbal expression
Yong pressed his palms on Jess’ inner thighs and spread his fingers a little. Each of his small fingers created a slight depression on her skin as he did so. It was naughty, but Jess felt good as Yong lowered his chin onto the bed to smell her. He would press his nose against her loin and take strong sniffs, until Jess decided to strip off her thongs.
Revealed before the boy’s eyes was his aunt’s most mysterious zone. He had been waiting all the while to see what it was like. What appeared to be immense growth to him formed on his aunt’s fair skin a neat triangular patch. At the low end of the shape, her skin was darker, and around the opening there were numerous creases. They had witnessed countless penetrations, be it gentle or violent, and experienced pleasure or pain over the years. The darker shade of beige was but a trace of weathered womanhood.
Whatever his aunt might have experienced, it was unknown to Yong, of course. But neither was it of any importance to him. As he admired her feminine maturity, he thought it was beautiful. No matter what, it would always be pure and clean in his eyes, even if it did not smell as good as he wanted. He took care as he watched closely, as he was told not to touch her there. Even so, he wished he could have a taste of it.
The session that night did not end until much later. After he studied her sensitive opening enough, he proceeded to play with her abundant breasts still, though he was to refrain from sucking her. Eventually, the boy returned to his room so late that he was late for school the following day.