He was bare from the waist down now, and so there was no chance for him to get up and run off, no matter what she might do to him. And she wanted to do it all, all at once. But for now she kept snuggling up against him, teasing him unmercifully – and teasing herself as well – as she wiped the excess jism from his belly with his shorts and then tossed his sodden shorts aside.

Their breathing was heavy. His balls were right there in a tight sac between his lightly haired thighs. His fragrance was still very warm and sweet, and now as Ellen leaned down over his lap to breathe it in again, his lovely pink cock loomed so beautifully close to her face that she kept right on going till she had it in her mouth.

He gasped out a protest. She gripped his lean cockshaft more tightly, sucked on him very hard, salivating wildly at the taste of his fresh, young jism, at the almost forgotten feeling of cock, real cock in her mouth.

"Aunt Ellen! Uh! That hurts!"

She held him tighter, sucked him harder, easily able to ignore any protests he might make in her burning, lustful need to have a good, full taste of cock. He was churning his hips on the couch and weakly pushing at her. She was just short of biting his cock in her need to keep it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around it, lapping up any traces of jism she might find, and feeling the knob of his cock swell up to the point of bursting. Its ruddy red skin was so taut that it shined when at last she took her panting mouth from it, and indeed, it had swelled up even more from her heavy sucking on it.

"I hurt you?" she purred.

"I guess I'm not used to it. It was great, but it sort of hurt. I think I better go, Aunt Ellen. Those flowers, I got a job selling 'em, door to door. I gotta get dressed and go sell 'em."

"Oh? You brought them here to sell them to me? They weren't a present?" she said, and smoothly moved over him till she was on her knees, astraddle his lap.