Eat It Like You Mean It

Jared has good news & bad news. Good news? A hot date lined up with a girl who says she can't wait for him to go down on her. Bad news? Jared's never gone down on a woman and is afraid of making a fool out of himself.

Jared has good news & better news. Good news? His Aunt Celia said she can help him. Better news? She's going to let him practice on her, teaching him to eat it like he means it!

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“Think about this. Look at how worked up you are over some dirty talk and my foot. Imagine that girl you’re hooking up with. If she talks the way she texts, you’re going to be hearing some sexy things coming out of that pretty mouth, before you get into it.”

“You’re going to pop faster than a balloon with too much air in it. Going to be embarrassing.”

“Guess you’re right.” He was still looking down, staring at her bare feet on the floor, and picturing them both in his lap.

“Not just embarrassing, but you’re cheating yourself. Faster you go off, the less you get to enjoy that hot mouth.” Aunty sighed. “Too bad, because nothing sexier than having a woman between your legs, sucking and gagging and really working for that prize. You want that to last as long as possible, no?”

“Yeah, but it’s going to be the first time, so looks like I’m just going to be quick.”

“Hate to see that happen.” Aunty gave him a sly smile. “You know, I might be able to help you out with this.”

“How?”

Aunty rose from her chair and coming around to his side of the table, gestured to him. “Stand up.”

Jared hesitated, thinking of the still significant bulge in his jeans, but then again, what did it matter? Aunt C had been rubbing it with her damn foot. Not like she didn’t know her porn star talk had gotten him going.

He rose from the chair and noticed his aunt’s eyes going directly to his crotch. “All that from me describing a blow job?” She sucked on her lower lip. “Youth is wasted on the young.”

“So, um, what are we doing?”

“We’re not going to do anything.” She stepped up to him and was now so close he felt her prominent breasts touching his chest. “It’s what I’m going to do.”

“W…what are you going to do?” Her being this close was making him nervous. He could smell her perfume and was acutely aware of the pressure of her chest against his.

Aunty looked up at him, and staring him in the eye, declared, “I’m going to suck your…”