Me and Danny Ch. 04

I shot him a cynical, twisted-lipped look that told him he was full of shit. "There are way hotter women in the porno-verse. Younger too. Trust me, I've seen them."

"You watch porn?" he asked, his surprise evident in his voice.

I giggled at his naivete. "I'm not a nun, Danny."

"Yeah, I know, but you're...you know..."

"I'm what?"

He looked like he was struggling to find the words. Finally, with a shrug, he said, "Wholesome, I guess."

"WHOLESOME?!" I blanched, severely amused by my nephew. "You think what we did in that bathroom was wholesome?"

"No, but you didn't do anything. You never do things to me. It's always me being the pervert. I'm always doing things to you, and you just let me because it makes me feel good."

"This sweet, sweet, dumb boy." I thought to myself as I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Danny, the things I let you do to me aren't just your doing. I willingly choose to. I'm just as much a part of this "game" as you are."

"Yeah, but you don't get any pleasure out of it. I mean, you didn't cum earlier today in the bathroom, and I'm sure you don't sit up at night jerking off while sniffing my underwear."

While I laughed at the mental image of me fondling my pussy while sniffing his boxers, I had to think about his question a moment. I honestly answered, "I guess I don't get pleasure in the classic sense, but I enjoy giving you pleasure."

"That's my point!"

"No, not really." I said thoughtfully. "You see, I actually get turned on thinking of you getting turned on by me. In case you didn't notice, I was wet as fuck in the bathroom when you were...you know...licking me."

"Yeah, you were." He agreed, the smile on his face getting wide at the memory. No doubt he could taste me on his tongue. "

But what exactly is he tasting?" I wondered naughtily. "My pussy, or...the other place?"

It's funny that I was too embarrassed to say, "Danny was eating my ass." Even to myself. That was a taboo I couldn't believe really happened.

But I'm glad it did. And I hoped it happened again.

Continuing my thoughts, I further confessed, "When you were watching me with Martin that day in the kitchen, that made the sex with him so much more intense. I came harder than I've ever cum in my life. Then, you started playing with yourself while he was fucking me. That was amazing! It was almost like...YOU were fucking me."

My eyes lowered and my voice softened at that final admission. When I looked back at him, I saw something in his eyes; a hunger. Me admitting that I thought about sex with him must have been a shock.

"Yeah, I guess so." He relented with a nod.

Neither of us said anything more about it. After a brief silence fell between us, he surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. Unlike our other kisses as of late, this one was innocent, much like the ones he used to give me before things escalated.

"What was that for?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel...grateful for you. And Uncle Martin too, but mostly you. I don't have many friends except for a few questionable people online. I'm not good with people. But you make me feel special; like I matter. You're always thinking of me. And when other people talk down to me, you defend me."

I thought I was going to cry. Like I always do to him, I tenderly touched his cheek before saying, "You are special, Danny. You do matter. Don't ever let anyone make you feel as if you don't."

He smiled shyly at me; his eyes locked onto mine. Then, with a determined nod, he said, "When I get rich, I'm going to take care of you for the rest of your life. I promise."

He said that with such conviction that I was taken aback. With a smile, I gave him a sweet kiss on his forehead. It wasn't a lover's kiss because this was my nephew speaking to me, the innocent one that first came to stay with me and Martin. I recognized the difference.

"I'll hold you accountable for that promise." I said. Then, half-joking, I added, "And I'm not a cheap woman. You have your work cut out for you. So, you'd better get something going with that video game of yours."

It was then that I looked into his eyes and saw something there that I'd never seen before. It was a spark, a determination. It was the same look I saw in Martin all those years ago. It was the spark of a man who had a mission in life and was going to do anything to achieve his goals.

"I will." He said with dead seriousness. And you know what? I believed him.

***

The next day was a half day at my school, as well as the final day before the two-week Christmas break. I barely gave my kids work that day. We went over a few lessons, but after that my kids helped me set up. All the desks were pulled back against the walls until we had a big, open space in the middle of the room. The different snacks and juices were set up among the desks, as well as the paper cups, plates, and silverware. Then, the kids formed a line and filled their plates buffet style.

Meanwhile, I pulled up a Christmas playlist on my phone, connected to the Bluetooth speaker, and let the sounds of "Jingle Bells" fill the air.

It was a good day. I loved the sounds of my children laughing and enjoying each other's company. It was nice to just sit with them without having to critique or grade them.

When the bell rang for the final time that day, the children burst out of the room in an eruption of excited squeals. I was left in my empty classroom with a mess to clean up.

I sighed, then went to work.

On the way home, my mind roamed. For some reason, I started to feel a bit depressed. My husband was out of town. My son was a nonexistent entity, even when he was home. Here I was with an empty day tomorrow, and I had no plans. The only person there to keep me company was Danny. As much as I loved spending time with my nephew, my family didn't feel complete with just him there.

I wanted to cook a nice meal for my men. I wanted them to sit around me and laugh together. I wanted to marvel at how handsome they were.

Feeling the need for a connection, I used my car's Bluetooth to search for Martin's number and call him. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, Ronnie. What's up?" he asked. Right away, I could tell he was distracted and not fully there.

"Nothing." I said with a wistful sigh. "I was just calling to check on you. How are things going with your upgrade?"

"It's going." He said with the enthusiasm of a man going to church on Super Bowl Sunday. "I have a lot on my plate, and not enough resources to get it done in the timeframe they want. You know...the usual."

"Yeah. Well, if anyone can pull it off, you can."

"Let's hope so."

Things fell quiet for a moment. I could feel him elsewhere in that few seconds of silence, distracted by what was probably a jammed packed task list. I felt like an intruder in his world.

"Well, I'm gonna let you go. You seem pretty busy."

I wanted him to brush all that other stuff aside and tell me that he wanted to talk to me. But he didn't. Instead, he said, "Okay babe. I'll give you a call later tonight when I can be with you 100%. Love you."

"I love you too."

And like that, Martin was gone.

My next call was Chris. It pretty much went the same way. He told me that he wasn't driving up until tomorrow and would probably get in pretty late. What he wasn't telling was that even when he was here, much of his time would be spent with his girlfriend.

By then, I was rounding the corner to my street. As I pulled up to my driveway, I saw Danny's car parked in his usual spot.

At least he wanted to spend time with me.

When I walked in the door, I dropped my coat and purse on the couch. Then I headed up to his room. Since the beginning of the "game", our boundaries for personal space had eroded. Our need for privacy from each other, especially when it was just the two of us at home, had all but disappeared. He felt free to view me in any state of undress I was in. I thought that went both ways.

I was wrong.

Without knocking, I opened his door and walked right in. "Hey Danny, I...OH MY GOD!" I blurted out in shock.

He wasn't sitting at his computer like I thought he'd be. No, he was laying back on his bed. His pants were down around his knees. In one hand, he was holding my most recent pair of panties up to his face. If memory served, I'd been wearing those particular underwear for 10 hours before I gave them to him.

His other hand was stroking his meaty, glistening erection. Next to him on his nightstand was an open jar of Vaseline.

Upon me unexpectedly invading his privacy and bursting into his room, he immediately scrambled to cover himself with the comforter he was laying on. But...he was laying ON it. And his restrictive jeans around his thighs acted like rope binding his legs together.

He fumbled around, kicking helplessly and bouncing on his bed. All the while he was doing this, his hard dick was flopping around.

I couldn't help it. I busted out laughing. The sight was just too funny.

"Aunt Ronnie!" he said, mortification filling his voice and face.

"I'm sorry, Danny." I apologized between fits of laughter. "I'm so sorry. I just wasn't expecting...THAT!"

"Can you leave, please?" he said crossly when he finally managed to crawl under that comforter. He rolled away from me onto his side, hiding his face.

I felt bad for laughing at him, worse for embarrassing him. So, doing my best to suppress any more laughter, I walked into his room (despite being uninvited) and took a seat next to him on the bed. In an attempt to coax him to face me, I gently touched his shoulder and tried to pull him and roll him over. He jerked away.

His face was smashed into his pillow as he fought to keep hidden from me, so his voice was muffled as he repeated his earlier request. "Can you just go away and leave me alone?" he murmured.

I was intent on not leaving this here, so I lightly trailed my fingers over his neck and his ear. I could feel his goosebumps reacting to my touch. As I grazed his skin, I leaned in close to his ear so that I could whisper, "You don't want me to go away, Danny. Trust me, what you were doing by yourself will be so much more fun with me here."

That got his attention. His head jerked up a bit at that as he recognized the tone in my voice. This time, when I rolled him over towards me, he slowly went with it. He still couldn't look at me, though.

I flipped the blanket off him, only to find he was covering his erection with both hands. He was still clutching onto my panties though, like he couldn't let me go no matter how upset he was with me. That was so sweet.

"Let me see it." I enticed temptingly, pulling one of his hands away. He reluctantly let that one fall away but was still preserving his delicate modesty with the other panty-clutching fist. Very gently, almost lovingly, I peeled that one back to claim my prize.

His cock was levitating off his stomach. He was fully erect, so much so that it was able to stand on its own.

Still embarrassed, he hadn't turned his face in my direction. With a sultry wisp in my voice, I said, "You have a nice cock, Danny."

I wasn't blowing smoke up his ass. He did have a nice cock. It was slender, but long. I'd seen a few cocks in my day, and Danny had nothing to be embarrassed about.

It was then that I decided that my passive role in the game was over. Reaching over to the jar of Vaseline, I took a small scoop out with my fingers. He was still looking away from me, so he didn't see this. The surprised gasp on his face when my hand encased that painfully hard cock was well worth it.

I stroked up and down its length, twisting my wrist as I did so to spread the gel evenly over his veiny shaft. My hand rose until the bulbous head disappeared into my fist, then it slid back down until I was nestled into his pubic hair. I started off slow, but once his cock was shiny and slick, my speed picked up.

"Fuck." He moaned under his breath as he finally turned to look at me. I gave him a comforting smile as I jerked him off, but then refocused my attention on the cock in my hand. It was morbidly fascinating to watch what I was doing. In my youth, I'd given plenty of hand jobs. It's what you did when you wanted to keep the guy on the hook but didn't want to have sex with him.

Now, I hadn't given a true handy in years, being married to Martin and all. If I stroke his cock, it's in conjunction with my mouth licking or sucking on his balls.

I think that's why I enjoyed this game with Danny so much. With me and Martin, we'd done everything to and with each other. There wasn't much unexplored land to conquer. Anal, exhibitionism, threesomes (with both another guy and another girl), voyeurism; you name it we've done it at some point in our marriage. But with Danny, everything was fresh and new. Each encounter I had with him was something we'd never done before. Watching him react to every new frontier was exciting. It made me feel like that 18-year-old girl bouncing up and down on Martin's cock for the first time.

Danny was looking at my face as I stroked him, his mouth hanging open. He was breathing heavily. I could only see him in my peripheral because I was fascinated by what was in my hand.

Now that I was stroking Danny and viewing his cock up close and personal, I couldn't help but to compare him with the only cock I'd come to love. I guess this was inevitable, considering the situation.

The differences between the two men were striking. Martin was thick where he was thin, but Danny was considerably longer. And his 20-year-old cock was also harder and more virile than the man over twice his age. It felt like a slab of granite in my soft hands. I couldn't help but to wonder what it would feel like sliding inside of my wet pussy.

Stop it, Veronica! Don't go there!

It would probably hit a few spots Martin couldn't reach...

Veronica!!!

Despite my best efforts, my panties became drenched as my thoughts ran away to the gutter. I was now licking my lips as I stroked Danny, asking myself all sorts of perverted questions.

What does he taste like? Can I deep throat him? What would it feel like to slide this unbendable rock inside of my pussy?

One by one, the buttons of my blouse fell away. It was Danny's fingers unfastening them as I worked his shaft. Each time a button fell open, a little bit more of my bra was exposed. I untucked the silky shirt from my slacks so he could get to all of them. All the while this was going on, my hand hadn't stopped sliding up and down the slab of meat.

When he finally released the last holdout of my blouse, I took a break from masturbating him so I could slide it from my shoulders. Then, I reached behind me with both hands, released the clasps of my bra, and let it fall away from my tits. After snaking my arms out of each strap, I dropped it on the bed.

A habit of mine after taking off my bra is to massage my tits. There's nothing sexual to it, it just feels good to be free from the restriction. This time, however, the way Danny's bright eyes latched onto the sight of my tits sent electricity to my groin.

Just like he did before, his mouth searched for and found my nipple like a newborn would. He sucked with much more voracity though. I let out a stuttered breath as I felt my nipple being pulled into his wet mouth.

We both coordinated our efforts and laid down on his bed to get more comfortable, even with him still attached to me. The two of us leaned slightly in towards each other, allowing both of us to continue what we were doing.

After a bit, my wrist was getting tired. Very briefly, I thought about taking him into my mouth. The idea of sucking his cock intrigued me, but I wasn't sure what ingesting all that Vaseline would do to my stomach.

Maybe next time.

However, another idea came to me, a compromise that would give my hand a rest, pass off the lion's share of the work to Danny, and give me an up-close view of his long cock when it finally exploded. It's something I've occasionally brought up to Martin as an alternative to when I'm on my period and my jaws are tired from stretching over the girth of his fat cock. Unfortunately, we never got around to trying it.

Whispering into his ear, I asked, "How would you like to fuck my tits?"

The look on his face was priceless. He popped my breast from his mouth and excitedly asked, "You serious?"

I smiled at him and nodded, biting my bottom lip as I did so. He looked at me for a couple more seconds, as if trying to work out if this treasure trove of sex was real or imagined. To show him how serious I was, I shifted until I was laying on my back. Then I arched my back and squeezed my C-cups together with both hands. The valley between them disappeared and the only space left was a tight line.

Looking down at my pushed-up cleavage, I said to him, "Put your cock right in there."

Breathlessly, he clambered around the bed to kick off his pants. Once his legs were free, he swung himself over to straddle my stomach. His balls touched my tummy as they hung low.

That long cock looked at me. I'd swear it was alive.

It took a few moments of fumbling around to get things right. It wasn't as smooth as I'd envisioned. But we were determined to pull this off, so we kept at until we got it right.

But once we did...oh boy. Things got very real, very quickly.

We found that the best way for us to do this was as follows: With a pillow under me, I laid back, slightly elevated. Then, obviously, I pushed my pliable C-cups tightly together. He was leaned over, one hand pushed up against the wall to hold him up, the other hand guiding his cock into the vagina-like valley and pushing it downwards (it kept trying to pop out). Thanks to the copious amounts of Vaseline slathered on his dick, he didn't even need to be lubed up.

He started pumping his hips, his balls skimming my skin. I alternated between looking above me at his face and looking at the cock that would pop up through my cleavage and then disappear.

I was oddly fascinated by both. This entire situation was making my pussy drench my poor panties. I wished for a third hand, just so I could play with myself while Danny fucked my chest.

As I was staring at the gopher who kept appearing and disappearing, I hadn't realized that I was looking at him with my mouth slightly open. Why did this matter? Because his long cock would occasionally touch my lip as he thrust.

And here's where I wonder if Danny was being sneaky. If this was an accident, or an "accident".

On one particularly deep thrust, his cock slipped from my tits. Because he was thrusting so hard, it kept going. You see where this is headed?

Yep. His cock slipped past my lips, into my mouth, and almost forced me to deep throat him.

Could that have been an accident? Maybe. But when he realized that he was halfway in my mouth, he stopped as if shocked by the turn of events.

"Oh my god, Aunt Ronnie! I'm so sorry!" he apologized yet made no move to remove his cock from my mouth. The taste in my mouth was a mixture of lube, sweat, and precum. Definitely not pleasant. However, in my lust addled mind, it wasn't rancid enough to repulse me.

Whether or not he was being sneaky or not, he hit the jackpot. I was tired of holding my tits together anyway, and I was curious about deepthroating that cock. In my mind, I accepted the challenge.

Now that my hands were free, I just palmed his bare ass with both and pushed him forward. He gasped as I fed myself the length of his cock. I wasn't able to get much of it into my mouth, but then again there was no way I could fit it all in at this angle.

An idea hit me. I got rid of the pillow underneath me and laid down flat. This allowed me to position my head looking up.