"But it's getting late. You'll have to go back to your own room soon. Do you want me to suck you off again? You're nice and hard now, and we can't leave you like this, can we? You can come in my mouth again, if you want to."

"I still feel embarrassed about doing something like that," he said. "I guess I'm just not used to the idea."

She continued stroking him. She kept the rhythm slow enough to hold him simmering but prevent his climax.

"You're a precious boy," she said. "Really, honey, there's nothing wrong with it. But I'll just play with you like this for a while, if that's what you want. I know you'd like to do other things, but I'd rather wait until some other time. You don't mind, do you?"

Gloria was more than a little amazed at her own audacity. But she was thirty-five years old, and the pleasure of handling a handsome teenager's cock was too great of a resist. She knew the first time he fucked her it would be nothing special – nothing except a quick pumping climax for him and probably not even that for her. Playing with his randy cock was at least an interesting diversion.

"How often do you masturbate?" she asked.

He blushed furiously. "Oh, God, Aunt Gloria! Do we have to talk about that?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly! How often?"

"Just about every day."

"You see? It doesn't hurt to talk about it, does it? Everyone knows that boys your age have sex on their minds. These lovely balls keep filling up, and they need to be emptied. There's no reason to be ashamed of it." She tickled his balls with a probing finger. "Your balls are big," she said. "I love a man with big balls."

She swooped down on him. Holding his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, she began kissing the tip, tonguing from the slit the seeping fluid.

She took in his cockhead, and then, slowly, more and more of the shaft, until her nose was pressed to his pubic hair, his cock down her throat to the hilt.