As much as Barry looked forward to the bright and sunny days and splashing around in their pool with his cousins, he looked forward to the nights even more. It would be an hour or so after the families had turned in that his Aunt Mavis would silently head down to the front room and join him on the couch and they would fuck for hours.
Barry was always concerned that his uncle would wake up and find that his wife was not next to him. He would go searching for her and discover his nephew between his wife's legs. Mavis assured him that his uncle could sleep through anything.
The sight of his sexy aunt clad in her lingerie and nylons was the sexiest thing he had ever seen outside of a Penthouse magazine. They would lavish long tongue kisses on each other while their hands roamed all over their bodies. By the time she slowly slid her panties off they were soaking wet with her juices and Barry was rock hard.
She had taken his cherry during their first session when she mounted him in cowgirl fashion. On the second night, she introduced him to the standard missionary position and he loved it and they fucked for hours. She missed only two nights as she needed to catch up on some sleep.
"Your uncle and I still have sex, but it's not enough so I decided to hook up with you," she told him. "I do him and then I join you."
Barry was only a little depressed but he understood. It was right before the household turned in that evening that Mavis managed to slip him a pair of her silkiest panties and suggested that he use them for his nightly masturbation sessions. So once the house was quiet Barry would remove his sweatpants and wrap the silky garment around his throbbing cock as he masturbated while thinking about her.
The middle of the second week signaled that their time together was coming to an ending and he was depressed. Mavis cheered him up by promising something special, when he questioned her she only smiled. After that admission, the day seemed to drag on forever but finally, nightfall came and the families went to bed.
Barry lay on the couch and waited with his heart beating a mile a minute with anticipation. It was around one in the morning that he saw her shadow crossing the expanse of the living room and a minute later she stood next to the couch.
She gave him a smile as she slowly untied her short satin bathrobe. It fell away to reveal that she was wearing a garter belt and nylons, no bra or panties and once again he was mesmerized by the tuft of hair between her taut thighs. Mavis then knelt next to the couch and embraced her nephew as her lips attached themselves to his. When the kiss ended she instructed him to remove his sweats and join her on the floor.
"Now, this is what I have been saving," she informed him as she dug a bottle of lube out of the pocket of her robe and handed it to him.
She then instructed him to cover his shaft with the clear liquid and Barry enjoyed the sensation of the cool lube against the heat of his cock. Mavis watched his progress with wide unblinking eyes.