Home Repairs

"Oh, my god, Jason, that feels so good."

"Your pussy tastes amazing, Sharon."

"Say that again," she moaned.

"I love the taste of your pussy, Sharon. I want to taste your cum. Come on my tongue."

"Keep it up and I will," she whined.

I moved up to her clit and focused all my attention there, but also pressed my middle finger into her. She appreciated that, judging by the sounds she was making and her writhing hips.

"Here it comes. Oh, damn!" She thrust aggressively against my mouth and hand before freezing against my face. I continued to lash her clit with my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Settling back onto the lounger, she laughed a little, covering her face with one hand while stroking my cheek with the other. "Oh, my god, Jason. That was incredible. It's been soooo long since anyone has done that for me. Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I enjoyed it."

"Let's go inside. I think we should both get more comfortable."

She sat up and reached for me, prompting me to help her up off the lounge chair. She kissed me again, and then licked her lips. "Mmm," she said. "You're right. I do taste good."

"Holy fuck," I groaned.

"You like that?" she laughed, pulling me into the house by my erection.

I just enjoyed the feel of her small, soft hand as she led me into the house. As we walked into the living room, I heard moaning and soft music coming from the television and saw the blonde writhing on the handyman's face while the brunette bounced on his cock, her generous tits bouncing on her chest.

"It's okay," Sharon said, looking at me, but never stopping, "Tony always loved that scene the best."

"With a bride like you, what would he need another woman for?"

"You're sweet," she smiled. Letting go of my prick, she quickly moved behind me and pushed me down the hall, laughing.

She practically forced me onto the bed. As I bounced on my back, she knelt on my thighs and ran her hands over my chest, asking, "Fuck or suck?"

"Uh..."

"You're getting both tonight, so it's just a question as to which you want first."

"Oh, fuck," I said.

"Good enough." She slid forward and ground herself against me. Since her pussy was already wet, it wouldn't take much to settle onto me. "I'm looking forward to this. I've wanted it for a long time." Before I could say anything, she slid all the way down onto me.

"Oh, my god, Sharon."

"Don't be shy, Jase. You can touch me anywhere you want. I want to feel your hands on me. And don't be too gentle," she winked.

I grasped her thighs up by her hips and she rose up until I was nearly all the way out and then lowered herself all the way down. As much as I hated to see her hide her eyes from me when she closed them in ecstasy, the look of sexual pleasure on a woman's face is intoxicating in itself.

It may have been a long time since she'd had sex, but she apparently hadn't forgotten a single thing. She was incredible, gripping and squeezing me with her muscles, grinding, riding deep and shallow, rotating her hips. Wow! I loved watching her modest, round tits bounce lightly as she rode me, her light pink nipples dancing with her movement.

She invited me to touch her wherever I wanted, and I did. She never leaned down so that I could use my mouth, but I touched her legs, tits, ass and just touched her skin wherever I could reach. I was so enamored with her beauty and sensuality that the thought of pulling her down onto me, didn't even occur to me. I lasted longer than I thought I would, but not as long as I would have liked.

"Sharon, I'm getting close," I grunted.

"What do you want? In or out?"

"What?"

"Do you want to come in me or see it on me?" she asked breathily, never stopping.

"In!" I groaned. I really didn't care at the time. Just having my aunt fucking me was already more pleasure than I could have imagined.

She picked up the pace, bouncing on my lap, her thighs slapping mine. She let me know I wasn't alone. "I'm coming with you, Jase," she whined. "Let it go!"

I did. The fire burned from my thighs and stomach, up through my cock and into my aunt's pussy. She dropped fully onto me and convulsed before dropping onto my chest and forcing her tongue into my mouth. We came down from our orgasms kissing each other passionately.

She lay on me and neither of us said anything for a while as I stroked her back.

"Aren't you glad I texted your mom?" she giggled.

"Very."

"Me, too. Just so I know, are you done for the night?"

"Uh...no," I laughed. "I can go at least one more time."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yep. And next time I'm going to drill you into the mattress."

"Mm, I like the sound of that," she cooed.

I reached down and cupped her ass when she slid up to kiss me. It didn't take much for me to begin to stir again. She felt it on her thigh and reached down to squeeze me. I groaned at her touch. She pushed herself up off my chest and looked me in the eye. "I think it's time I return the favor," she smiled.

"Suck away," I smiled.

She laughed and continued to stroke me, settling between my knees. "I love your cock, Jason," she said. "It's a great size and shape, and it filled me up just right." She looked as if she was inspecting it. She looked it over, kissed it, and stroked it. As she continued to stroke it lightly, she kissed the tip, licking around the head before sucking on it. She varied her technique, working her lips, tongue, fingers, and throat to bring me off. I couldn't believe she was sucking me, although I shouldn't have been surprised since she had just fucked me.

She straddled my leg and began grinding herself against me, using my shin to get off while she sucked me. She started using her fingers on my balls, while using her other hand to stroke me lightly. She sucked up along the bottom of my shaft and when she got to the top again she began bobbing on my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth as she got used to its size.

"Damn, Sharon."

"You like that?"

"Oh, god, yeah!"

"I just hope I can take this whole thing. It's been a while since I've deepthroated." Without giving me a chance to respond, she quickly and smoothly pressed down until her lips were rested against me. I actually felt her throat move aside to take me in; I'd never been deepthroated before, and couldn't believe the feeling.

"Holy shit, Sharon!" I groaned. "That's amazing."

She backed off and stroked me, my shaft dripping with her saliva. "Now that I know I can take it, I need you to go ahead and fuck my face. Use me however you want. I promise I can handle it." She winked at me and placed my hand on the back of her head.

She took half of me into her mouth and nodded a little as she looked me in the eye. I thrust my hips up a little, burying myself into her throat before dropping my hips onto the bed again. I just had to know she was okay with it. She smiled a little and moaned, keeping her eyes closed. For the next couple of minutes I gripped her hair and guided her up and down on my cock. As my orgasm began to approach I held her head still and began thrusting my hips again. I could feel the back of her hand on my shin as she played with her clit. She came with a grunt and pinched her eyes closed. Her throat closed up even tighter and seeing her come while I thrust deep into her mouth, forced my climax forward. I held her head tight against my groin as I fired into her throat. Her throat convulsed rhythmically and I could only guess that was her trying to swallow, although I didn't know how she would do it with my prick obstructing her passage.

Sharon pulled her mouth off, keeping her lips sealed around me as she withdrew. She sucked me clean, leaving only a soft gloss on my shaft and head. She wiped the tears from her eyes, laughing a little.

"Wow," she giggled, "I forgot how much that turned me on."

"No one's ever done that for me before. That was fucking incredible."

"Yeah, well, next I'm expecting some incredible fucking."

"Not until I taste you again." She squealed when I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, immediately forcing my face against her pussy. She didn't hesitate to grab my head and grind herself against my mouth. Over the course of a few minutes, she came twice. Hard.

When I was hard again and while she was still coming down from her second orgasm, I pressed her legs up with my shoulders until she was almost in half and I was up on my hands and knees, my arms straight. I forced myself into her quickly, causing her to yelp again.

"OH, SHIT!" she belted as I held myself into her as deep as I could after burying myself on the first thrust. "Damn, baby, that feels amazing." Her hands squeezed my triceps in a death grip. She looked so beautiful, her face with a sexy glare, tits pressed in, and tight legs bent back.

I pulled out and began moving slowly in and out, bringing a series of moans and obscenities, depending on how hard or fast or deep I thrust into her. I tried to vary it for both our benefits, but also made it a point of paying close attention to her responses. Had I not already had two strong orgasms I probably wouldn't have lasted long because she was so responsive.

"I'm ready," she said. "Fuck me hard and spray me with your cum. I want to see it." I released her legs and she wrapped them around me. I dropped my hips to bring myself along. Between the feeling of my head rubbing her front wall, the back of her pussy caressing the underside of my head, and my balls dragging along the sheets, I was ready to blow in under a minute.

"Here it is!" I called. Just as I felt the first blast, I pulled out. She grabbed my shaft and stroked it quickly while I hovered over her groin, splattering her with a generous dose of semen. While not especially impressive in quantity, the intensity of the climax was amazing. I knew I would have a good morning brew after a night's rest.

I fell back on my heels, still between Sharon's legs. She lay before me, lightly tanned, eyes aglow, red hair splayed out on the pillow, with small pools of my semen on her stomach and reddish-brown tuft of pubic hair. Her pussy looked absolutely worn out, but I wanted to taste it again anyway.

It must have been the way I was looking at it because Sharon said, "Don't even think about it. I'm done for the night." I looked up and she had a satisfied smile on her face. She sat up on the bed, kissed me quickly on the lips and walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. As we brushed our teeth together (she gave me one of those free toothbrushes from the dentist), we looked each other over in the mirror.

I settled in beside her in her bed, not even bothering to shut off the lights in the living room. Sharon immediately lay her head on my chest and draped her arm and leg over me as I caressed her back lightly. I don't remember either of us drifting off to sleep, but waking up to sunlight forced me to realize that we had.

I was just getting adjusted to the sunlight in the room when Sharon walked in, wearing a short blue cotton robe, carrying a glass of grape juice and my cell phone.

"Oh, good. You're awake. I hated to disturb you, but your mom apparently texted you a little while ago. You still like grape, right?"

"My favorite. Thank you." She smiled as she handed me the juice and phone. I took a sip of the grape juice while I unlocked my phone to read the message.

"Home today or Sharon's? The yard needs work."

I showed it to Sharon. "Why don't I help you with your yard? I can learn just as easily there and it'll benefit you instead of me."

"You don't have to do that."

"Jason, will you please shut up and just accept my help?" she smiled.

I nodded with a smile and texted mom. "Back home this morning. I'll take care of the yard."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, nervous about what I had to say. I opened them back up and looked at Sharon, who had settled onto the foot of her bed. "Aunt Sharon, about last night..."

"I enjoyed it, too," she smiled.

"What I mean is... I don't...I want us to..." I couldn't figure out how to say what I needed to.

Sharon's hand touched my leg through the covers. "We're okay, Jason," she nodded. "You didn't do anything I didn't want to do. You didn't take advantage of me, and I'm happy about what happened. Do you feel okay with it?"

"Yeah. I do," I smiled. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you at all or mess up our relationship. I mean, I love you, Aunt Sharon, and I don't want things to get weird between us."

"I love you, too, Jase. Let me assure you that, looking back in the light of day, fully sober, I really enjoyed myself. I knew what I was doing. If I took advantage of you, I'm sorry. We can stop if you want to, and I'll be okay with it."

I set my juice down on the nightstand and nodded pensively. "Thank you for saying that, Aunt Sharon." I suddenly dove at her, causing her to squeal and laugh as I pinned her to the bed and tickled her ribs. We laughed as I tried to keep her pinned down while she tried to kick me off of her, squirming beneath me.

"Stop!" she laughed. "You're gonna make me pee!"

"Eww," I said. "I didn't know you were a bed wetter." I continued to tickle her as she laughed and begged me to stop. "Okay, I'll stop," I said as I stopped tickling her. "On one condition."

"Okay, okay," she giggled, trying to settle herself down. "What's the condition?"

I turned serious. "That you let me love you."

She stopped giggling and looked at me. She quietly asked, "Do I get to love you back?" I nodded. "Deal."

I pulled her up to sit next to me again, and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "Now go pee before I have to change your sheets."

She smiled as she stood. "When I get back, we'll need to change the sheets anyway." I groaned as she left the room, and I fell back onto the pillows.

A moment later I heard the toilet flush and heard Sharon say, "That's what I like to see." I lifted my head up and Sharon was standing in her doorway naked. I was already naked, lying on her bed and my erection had started to rise as I thought about her. When she walked in she must have seen me naked, sprawled on her bed with an erection. She approached the bed, her tits bouncing a little with each step.

"And that's what I like to see," I replied, eyeing her body.

"You just like to look?" she asked, placing her knee on the bed before knee-walking over to me.

"Nope. I like to touch and taste."

She straddled my head, facing my feet, and took me into her mouth as I tasted her. "Mmm," she moaned. "I love your tongue on me. And your cock is perfect." She resumed her work.

I didn't think I was going to last long with the intense stimulation. I pushed her off of me. "I'm sorry, Sharon, but I need to be inside you again."

"Oh, goody! Here," she said, quickly settling onto her hands and knees. "Fuck me from behind this time." She wiggled her ass at me, that amazing ass. Her dripping wet pussy, pink with arousal, glared at me from between her perfect cheeks.

I didn't even say a word, but instead just plowed into her on the first thrust, gripping her hips.

"FUCK!" she yelled. "Oh, my god, you're deep!"

I withdrew and plowed into her again, bringing a series of grunts and cursing. It felt like she was fighting to keep me from withdrawing. My nerves were tingling with the surface of her insides against the surface of my head and shaft. My balls slapped against her lips and clit every time I bottomed out.

"Pull my hair," Sharon demanded.

"What?" I asked, having never been asked that before.

"Pull my hair, dammit! Take control!" She sounded winded, but fully coherent.

I grabbed her hair in a makeshift rein and when I pulled it back, still driving into her, her head came back and she grunted, "Fuck, yeah! Do me, Jase! Pound that fucking cock into me! Make me your whore!"

What the hell is going on? I thought. But I couldn't deny the feeling of power and control it gave me, so I really began railing into her. Her wails and yelps filled the house as I pounded into her for all I was worth. She never announced her climax, but I knew it when it happened. She squealed and convulsed, and it felt like she was pissing all over me. Her hot juices splashed back around me and ran down my thighs. This happened three times in pretty quick succession and before I knew it I was about to blow my load.

If she wanted me to take control, I was going to take control. I hoped she didn't hate me after this, but I could always plead insanity if she did, right? I pulled out and pulled her head toward me by her hair as I demanded, "Suck it!" She immediately captured my shaft in her mouth when I pulled her around while taking a couple of steps toward her on my knees. I never let go of her hair, but instead used it to control her head while I thrust into her throat.

She was supporting herself with one arm while her other hand worked her over. She continued to make lewd sucking and gagging noises while I forced myself into her throat repeatedly. "Shit! Here it comes!" Flashes of light burst in my eyelids as my orgasm hit, but I was able to pull out and without even touching myself, blasted shot after shot of thick cream right onto her face and hair. I was able to open my eyes after the second pulsing blast and was amazed at her wide-open mouth, red face and streams of cum on her face. Again I blasted her face and again and again and again. I fell back, dizzy, letting go of Sharon's hair, but she lunged at my cock and cleaned it off, even while I was still dribbling my release. Her eyes were bloodshot, watery, and filled with lust. She scared me a little bit. But as soon as she slid up my cock that final time and let the clean head pop free, she sat back with a huge smile.

"Now THAT was a morning fuck!" she laughed. "Oh, my god, Jase! I didn't know you had it in you! I haven't been fucked like that in years. I'm totally going to be sore later on." She laughed again while wiping the streams of jizz off her face. She wiped her hands on the sheet, then pulled the sheet up to wipe her face.

"Wow," was all I could say. "I never would have guessed..." I just shook my head.

"Don't worry; I'm not like that all the time. Sometimes I like it rough and sometimes I like it gentle." She just shrugged. "Come on," she said, reaching for me. "Help me get these sheets off the bed and into the wash, then we'll take a shower before heading over to your house."

We pulled the sheets off her bed (they were soaked) and enjoyed a mutually relaxing and satisfying shower. She started blowing me again, but I just couldn't get going yet. She wasn't disappointed. She just promised to try again later after he got over the initial shock.

We stopped for a fast food breakfast on the way over to my house and Sharon helped me pull weeds while we talked. While I worked the push mower, I taught her how to use the gas trimmer/edger, and we were done by lunch. She made lunch while I blew the grass clippings off the driveway and sidewalk.

The breeze was cooler in the shade of the front porch where we sat on the steps eating the turkey and cheese sandwiches Sharon had made for us. "I really appreciate you helping me out over here, Aunt Sharon; you didn't need to do that."

"You didn't have to come help me at my house, either, but you did. When I said I wanted to love you back, this kind of stuff is included." She smiled and took a sip of her Mountain Dew.

I nodded with a smile. "I know, and it's all the more reason to love you."

She seemed content with that and looked back over the yard. "So I got to use my first power tool today, huh?"

"Oh, the trimmer?"

"Yeah."

"You did a great job. It looks really good."

"Thanks. So what else do we need to do?"

"There's always work to do in a yard, but we're done for the day. Let me just clean off the lawnmower and we'll clean up."