Jeremy quickly finished his homework, we ate dinner and then played games until it was his bedtime. My heart starts fluttering and I take a deep breath. Bring your homework up here and I'll have a plan ready for us," I tell him, hoping I'm doing the right thing. During my break, I talk to our resident speech therapist about how to overcome stuttering problems. "I will invite Jeremy to do his homework at my apartment everyday after school. Without the erection the stuttering should stop," I tell him as matter-of-factly as I can with my heart beating fast inside my chest. Maybe because he looks just like his daddy and I'm talking about building up his sexual resistance! "You're going to come up here everyday after school, until you can be around me in my bikini and not stutter," I announce proudly as I pull my jeans down and kick them off. We continue for another hour before I have to get ready for work. Prancing around half-naked for a young man who has perpetual erections from starring at your tits? "Nephew or not, he's a man with a hard-on caused by looking at your body," she says. He has no doubt about what to do with that mass of manhood between his legs," she says, planting the visual image of John as he fucked me on the couch ten years ago. It takes me a second to realize we're talking about Jeremy again. "I'm going to discuss it with him today when he comes over." "Whatever you can do for him, Sara, I will be eternally grateful," she says, looking directly into my eyes so I don't miss her meaning. "He must be like a blank slate muses as much to herself as to me. " "I'm only helping him overcome his stuttering, Jenny," I answer, not sure if I'm trying to convince her or myself. "You've had me wondering all weekend," he says without a hint of stutter. At some point, doesn't she just have to accept me as I am? "Of course but it wouldn't hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens," I answer. " I say, reaching behind my neck and untying the top string of my bikini. d-d-damn, Aunt S-S-Sara, they're so b-b-b-beautiful," he says, his eyes never leaving my tits and my nipples continuing to show their appreciation. "Maybe as a reward for conquering this I'll let you touch them." Where the fuck did that come from? He opens the calculus book and stutters his way through half of his homework problems before we call it a day. "Please don't spoil it." I settle onto his cock and pull him tightly against me, mashing my tits against his chest. "Sara," he whispers as he brushes damp hair from my forehead.I watched TV until I was sure he was asleep and then went to check out my brother-in-law's porn collection. "No guarantees," I answer, trying to control my breathing. "But right now, I've got to get ready for work." I work the night shift at the local hospital. By the time my shift is over, I've got a strategy for Jeremy that just might work but I figure I better run it by my sister. I'm starting to realize that all the laughing is nerves. I will wear my bikini while I help him with his homework. "I just realized that myself," I smile and get back to the strategy. Jeremy comes back after school each day explaining more calculus concepts to me and by Thursday we're able to have non-calculus discussions without him stuttering. " I ask him when he's finished explaining his homework to me, something about implicit differentiation. "I asked her a couple of questions about homework and she was anxious to answer them for me. " he says and I can see he is completely enamored by her. " I ask, trying not to embarrass him by asking about his erection. It's Friday afternoon and we're having lunch at an outdoor cafe near her office. "Yes, it's been kind of weird but it seems to be working." "Oh Sara! My pussy reacts like it does every time I think of my brother-in-law. "For God's sake, Sara, he's like every woman's fantasy, isn't he? "Well, keep me posted on how that progresses," she smiles as if she's reading my mind. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this. "If you're going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back." I pause. "So the next level of Total Immersion Therapy..." "TIT! "The next level of TIT..." Lowering the top, I watch his beautiful brown eyes bulge as I slowly bare my breasts to him. My pussy is twitching and dampening the material stretched across it. As soon as he leaves, I pull off my soaked bikini bottom and grab my favorite vibrator from my underwear drawer. Running his hands over my shoulders and down my back, he pulls me against him.
I popped the video into the VCR and sat back on the couch. "That must be frustrating." I'm starting to formulate a solution but I want to keep him talking. I've read everything I could find on the subject but nothing seems to work." He plops back down on the couch. " I tell her about Jeremy's stuttering problem as delicately as I can but she just cuts to the chase. I'm awake and showered by the time Jeremy knocks on my door after school. "Have a seat," I say, pulling out the chair to the right of his. With my hard nipples against my palms, I squeeze and knead the soft flesh, sending electric charges to my aroused pussy. I close my eyes and imagine Jeremy's tongue licking around my inner labia, teasing and tantalizing my enflamed pussy. I'm holding onto his hair and bucking my hips off the couch as my orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami! He pulls the elastic out over the end of his hard cock and it springs out at me as he peels his underwear off. "Let's take a minute this way and then we'll be able to fuck longer." Without waiting for an answer, I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue around his cockhead. " he moans as I glide my lips halfway down his cock, flicking my tongue against the underside of it.
The girl in the video was made up to look young, wearing pigtails and cotton panties but she still looked like she was in her mid twenties. "What's really frustrating is that I think she likes me, too! "Aunt Sara, you know that I tested like in the 120th percentile for my age, I can do calculus problems in my head but I can't talk to a fucking girl without stuttering! "I've never even kissed a girl," he says under his breath. Once again I'm in my baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans but this time I have a surprise for him. "I did some research and I think we can conquer this arousal based stuttering problem of yours," I smile at his anxiousness. Keeping one hand on my tits, I reach down between my legs and lightly caress my slick pussy lips. As I part my lips and slip one finger inside, Jeremy's face morphs into his father's and I'm back on his couch ten years ago with John eating my anxious pussy. Cupping his heavy balls in my hand, I roll my fingers across them, inviting their release.
I close my eyes and pump my fingers in and out as I recall every detail. "Explain this to me," I say as I squeeze my legs together and try to ignore my own arousal. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle that kind of situation without, you know..." he says. "You'll find out on Monday," I answer, after I figure it out this weekend.
It was about 10 years ago, while I was in college, when my sister called and said that her flight was cancelled and she was stuck out of town overnight. He reluctantly pulls his eyes from my tits and focuses on the textbook. "Aunt Sara, you're a g-g-genius." At this point his eyes have again found the swell of my breasts and my protruding nipples, which haven't receded at all despite the jargon laden discord I've been subjected to for the last half hour. "Well, we're not done with your therapy," I tell him, wondering where I'm going with this. "Next week we'll take it to the next level of stimuli," I say mysteriously. I'm ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out.
Unlike other notorious gangsters, there will be no splendour at the funeral of Marlon ‘Duppy Film’ Perry on Sunday November 12.
The family admitted that they were struggling to finance the funeral when THE STAR visited their home in Yallahs, St Thomas yesterday.
"Aunt S-S-S-Sara," Jeremy stutters as his eyes bulge out towards my tanned globes, hanging just inches from his face. "You're an incredibly smart, good looking guy who never dates and your mom never hears you talk about girls. "Every t-t-t-time this happens," he says, glancing down at the front of his swimsuit. My pussy is telegraphing distress signals to my brain and I'm doing my best to ignore them. Stripping off my swimsuit, I stand in front of the full-length mirror, turning left and right, admiring the body that I work so hard to maintain. Hefting my breasts, I look at my large areolas and tweak my thick nipples with my fingertips.
As I stand up, I can't help but notice that his eyes aren't the only things that are bulging at the moment. "Your mother thinks your gay," I tell him matter-of-factly as his eyes roam from my tits down to the tiny triangle of material disappearing between my legs. You're about to graduate, prom is coming up and you don't even have a date." I sit down beside him and his eyes drop to my chest again. "So tell auntie what the problem is," I say, putting my arm around his bare shoulder. No wonder Jeremy had such a reaction, my nipples are fully erect and would have been clearly visible through my white bikini top.
Now that I'm touching myself, I realize how turned on I was by my nephew's large bulge. I still have about twenty minutes before he gets here. Sliding two fingers inside my wet pussy, I wonder if he's as large as his daddy. " "P-p-page one t-t-twenty t-t-t-two," he answers, still staring, wide-eyed at my bikini clad body.