Like Father, Like Son

She looked out the second floor window and saw him cutting the grass. She could tell his tee shirt was clinging to his perspiration-damp body. It must to 100 degrees out there, she thought and as if he heard her he stopped mowing and stripped off his tee shirt. She gasped. He used the tee shirt to wipe the sweat from his bronzed face, arms and chest. All those years of swimming and biking had sculpted his body to near Adonis form and even though she was 40 and one of his legal guardians, she couldn't help but appreciate what she saw.

She allowed her eyes to take him all in; from his sun-bleached brush cut down to the tips of his beat up runners, staring perhaps a little longer than was appropriate at the bulge in his shorts. In that respect he reminded her of his dad, and she got a little sad at how his life had ended way too soon. But it had put Mark in her and her husband's care and she had loved every minute of the last 6 years "mothering" him.

Mark's dad was her husband's brother and unknown to anyone, her lover for the year prior to his death. When the car crash took his and his wife's life, it was only natural that his brother should raise his son and she willingly agreed.

That was 6 years ago and now Mark was 18 and was off to college in the fall. She continued to look at him and tears filled her eyes. She was gonna miss her boy, more that anyone would know. Sometimes at night in the past year, when her husband was away on business and Mark was fast asleep she would sneak into his room and gaze upon him. A few times he had thrown his blankets off and she would drink in his nakedness. He usually slept on his back and she had to resist the temptation to kneel on the bed next to him and pleasure him with her mouth as she did his dad so many years ago. She blushed at her perverted thoughts, an 18-year-old boy, what was she becoming?

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mark looking up at her, waving his arms. She opened the window and called out "What's the matter honey?"

"What does a hard working man have to do to get a drink?" he answered. She laughed at him and said she'd be right out. She slipped a pair of white shorts over her 2-piece bathing suit bottom and not so innocently decided not to cover up the low cut top that revealed the swells of her breasts.

She went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and the jug of ice tea from the fridge and put it on a tray along with two glasses. She padded out on to the patio barefoot and placed the tray on the table. She looked out across the width of the pool and watched as Mark dove into the water and swam over. He pulled himself out of the water and she couldn't help but notice how his shorts clung to him, accentuating his manhood.

He flicked the water from his fingertips at her and laughed. "Took you long enough to bring your thirsty boy a drink," he said as he took a long swig of water from the bottle. "Thanks Aunt Jen," he said with his most charming smile, "but next time be quicker," he said jokingly and proceeded to pour what was left of the ice cold water from the bottle down her breasts and tummy.

She gasped with surprise. "You little bugger!" she hissed and realized his eyes were glued to her top. The results of the cold water on her warm skin were evident as she felt her nipples hard against the fabric of the white cotton bathing suit top, made slightly see-through by the water. She blushed a little, but did nothing to cover up and Mark did not avert his eyes.

"Found the water a little cold did you Aunt Jen?" he asked her mischievously.

She didn't know what to say since it appeared he was flirting with her and she had never experienced this before. Well, she thought, two can play that game. "I think you can see how cold the water was," she told him as she circled a hard nipple with her fingertip.

He blushed and walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of ice tea while she went to lie on the chaise lounge. Mark walked over to the lounge and scooted her over while he sat down on it. "Aunt Jen, are you gonna miss me when I go to college?"

Suddenly he looked so young and scared. She sat up and put her arms around him. "Of course I'll miss you baby," she reassured him, "more than you could know," she whispered.

"More than you miss my dad?" he asked and she sucked her breath in with surprise.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I know," was all he said and he held her tighter in an attempt to stop her from shivering. "I heard him on the phone with you the day before he and mom died. He loved you Aunt Jen." She could no longer hold back the tears.

She tried to get up but he held her in the chaise lounge. "Is that why you come into my room at night, Aunt Jen, to look at me and be reminded of him?" She was speechless now. He smiled. "Yeah, I knew you were there."

His hands caressed her shoulders and her back and she went back in her mind to the intimate times with his father. Before she even realized, he had pushed her back against the chaise lounge and kissed her, long and hard.

She tried to resist but it was a feeble attempt and they both knew it. His hands roamed all over her body and she felt weak from his touch. He kissed the tops of her breasts as his hands fumbled to release them from the confines of her top. Her protests fell upon deaf ears as his hands eagerly ripped the fabric and her breasts sprung out at him.

"Oh Godddd Auntie Jen," he moaned as he captured one in his hand and raised it to his mouth. He licked the nipple slowly at first then greedily placed his mouth over it and began to suck. She moaned and whimpered and told him how good it felt and begged him to stop and not to stop. And he didn't.

As he leaned over she could feel his cock growing, the hardness pressing into her leg. She reached between them and stroked it through his bathing suit and she felt his body tense. He switched to concentrate on her other breast and as she continued to stroke he sucked harder. Little bites, nips made her cry out with pleasurable pain. Oh God, this was so wrong but felt so right.

"Lets go into the house," she said and he picked her up easily and carried her in through the patio doors and directly upstairs to her bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and slowly peeled off his wet shorts. As he stood there she admired his cock; about as long as his fathers had been but the girth was truly impressive. She didn't believe she had ever seen one so thick, and her mind went to thoughts of how it would feel buried in her mouth, her pussy.

And as if he could read her mind he reached down and pulled off her shorts and bathing suit bottoms and admired her smooth pussy. He lowered his head and kissed her. "I'm sorry Aunt Jen, but I really want to fuck you. Please Aunt Jen, please don't say no." She spread her legs as her response and he pushed his hard member into her with all the enthusiasm. impatience and awkwardness of a teenage boy.

"OH GODDDDD," he screamed as he pushed in and out of her, "AUNT JENNNNN!" She felt his cum fill up her pussy and he groaned and moaned as his cock emptied into her. She squeezed him with her muscles and he gasped, "Oooooh Aunt Jennnnnnnnn."

He rolled off her and collapsed at her side. She rolled on to her side and kissed his cheek. He was flushed and damp and slightly embarrassed for cumming so fast. She laughed softly and told him not to worry. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then the neck. She trailed kisses down his throat, his chest; little licks over his pebble-like nipples. She felt his body twitch and he moaned softly with little whimpering noises that reminded her once again of his father. She kissed the soft skin of his belly and even the nest of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

She licked his cock from the base to the tip on the underside and he yelled out, "GODDDDD that feels sooooooooooo good. Ooooh Aunt Jen no one has ever done that before." So she did it again .. and again. And when she parted her lips and sucked in just the head he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Her lips felt stretched taking in his girth, but she continued to slide her mouth up and down his cock, sliding it further down till she started to gag. He was moving his hips up and down, slowly fucking her mouth. She felt his body jerk and a stream of cum shoot into her mouth. How could he have so much after cumming that short while ago? He continued to spurt and his moans filled the room. When his body relaxed she slowly slid her mouth off his cock and crawled up to kiss him. "Taste yourself," she said and though he hesitated at first, he eventually captured her mouth with his and licked the traces of his cum from her lips.

"Aunt Jen.. will you take me to college, just you, not Uncle Jeff?" She nodded her head yes. "And Aunt Jen, will you visit me, just you, not Uncle Jeff?"

"Of course, whatever my baby boy wants."

"Oh really?" he asked with a devilish grin. He rolled on to his side facing her and pushed his leg between hers feeling the dampness of her pussy against his thigh. He lowered his head and enveloped a nipple with his lips. She moaned and he pushed his leg up against her pussy spreading her lips and pressing against her clit. He pulled on her nipple with his lips, elongating it, making it hard. She moaned loudly, squirming against his leg. And when she came she screamed out his name ... as she had his fathers so many years ago.

They awoke to the sound of the phone ringing ...

"Hi baby ... my plane has been delayed and I won't be in till tomorrow. Yeah, I'm fine. How's Mark? Good, good. Okay baby, see you then."

She looked into Mark's eyes. "Uncle Jeff won't be home till tomorrow morning."

He just smiled at her. "Aunt Jen, would you do me a favor?" and he laughed mischievously as he pushed her on her back and straddled her chest.