An evening at a friend’s house replays in my head. It was after couples. I stopped by Lech for notes, he was just from training, all sweaty. “I’m going to go rinse off, sit in the kitchen, Mom is just going to make dinner,” she says. Well, I’m going to the kitchen, and there’s… Aunt Marina. Lekha’s mom. The one who always treats me at their family dinners with such a warm smile. And here… in just pants and a tank top, barefoot. And there’s this steam from the bathroom in the air, so wet, it smells like gel. And you can hear Lech turning on the water in the shower.
I sat down, trying to think about my notes, and she was standing at the stove, sideways to me, and playing with her hip. Then he comes closer, as if for salt, and whispers: “It’s hot, isn’t it? From the soul of it.” And in her eyes… not a motherly look. Fire. I can already feel myself getting up, it’s already awkward. And she’s smiling.: “Relax, he’s going to be there for a long time.”
Then everything is a blur. She came close, put her hand on my chest, and the other on my fly. Through jeans. “How… tense you are,” he breathes in my ear. And from the bathroom there was the sound of water, and then Lech coughed loudly, and I jumped up. But she just laughs softly and whispers: “Come on, while he’s washing up. I can’t resist, you’re so young and firm.”
With that, she unbuttoned my jeans. Her hands were shaking. Aunt Marina knelt down right on the kitchen floor, in front of my protruding dick. I still remember that warmth. She didn’t just take it in her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it, wet and hot, completely, from the very beginning. And she went deeper, all the way to the root. I tilted my head back and pressed myself into the chair. She sucked, smacking her lips, and drooled over me, but she didn’t wipe them off, but smeared them all over the trunk with her tongue, feeling every vein. I grabbed her hair, muttering, “Suck deeper, Aunt Marin…” And she just mumbles in response and takes it deeper, right down her throat.
Then she got up, took off her pants, and we were at the table. She bent down, and I came in from behind. She was soaked through with excitement. It squelched so loudly that I was afraid that Lech would hear over the noise of the water. She was whispering: “Hush, honey… hurry up before he comes out.” I fucked her standing up, holding her by the waist, slapping her soft ass, and she kept shrinking and moaning into her palm. Then her body shook, and she came squirting, drenching my legs, squeezing around me so that I almost screamed myself.
She turned around, knelt down again and took my cock in her mouth to finish everything. “Cum in my mouth, I want everything,” she whispered, and I couldn’t help myself. He let it all down her throat. She swallowed it all without spilling a drop, just moaned softly, licking her lips.
And then… the water in the shower turned off. We froze. She quickly pulled on her pants, and I zipped up my jeans. She whispered: “Will we meet again?” and she smiled the same smile she did at dinners. I just nodded like a fool and went out into the hallway when Lech was already wrapping himself in a towel.
“Why is it so red?” he asked. “It’s stuffy,” I managed.
And now this mystery. It sits in my head and warms me up. And one thought: it was the best blowjob of my life.