
"Oh, Auntie Barbara!" Erik said, jerking abruptly as her seeking fingers made direct contact with the hot flushed skin of his cockshaft and began testing it for size and strength, for firmness and seducability. "I don't think you should! Oh, it does feel good, but it's wrong, and you shouldn't! Oh, God, do that again!"
"Of course, dear," Barbara said, her fingertips coming into contact with his broad flaring coronal ridge. It's covered up! she thought. My God, he's not circumcised. His foreskin will have kept his glans soft and moist and as smooth as silk. Oh, God, I've just got to see it, to pull that foreskin back off his cockhead and look at it. And smell it.
And, oh, God, taste his cockhead! Her cunt spasmed and the lips of it flexed as the fire-hot warmth deep inside her groin began working her up to a long, drawn-out orgasm that just had to come for her or she would go out of her mind.
"Now just stand up right here beside me, dear," she said, pulling at him with her free hand, determined not to release her tenuous clasp around his pulse-beating fuck shaft, getting him into position beside her.
Erik found himself in another world entirely, a place he had never been before, unless you counted those times just before his ejaculations when he would be beating-off. When he fucked his fist and the real good feelings came, just before his semen was expelled, he almost felt the way he was feeling now with his aunt's talented hand caressing his cock, with her words as soft and sweet as honey, with her other hand unfastening his shorts and tugging at his zipper. He knew deep inside that they shouldn't be doing this extra exciting thing, but there was absolutely no way he would stop it, not as long as the feelings were so good and the heightened sensations around his cockbase continued to pleasure him so ecstatically.
