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Valentine's Day With Aunt Cynthia

By, WithFurvor

Cynthia Peterson was concerned. Today was Valentine's day and her nephew Michael had received a plethora of cards and candies at school, each one detailing the affection and desires of almost every single one of his female classmates and at least one of his male ones. His mother was ecstatic at her son's popularity, but her sister was not so thrilled. Normally, of course, a woman might be quite happy with her nephew for being so popular, but the middle-aged Fox was not. If anything, she was afraid that this meant that those slutty younger girls might take her favorite boy away.

Of course, she could see why he was so popular. Her nephew Michael was smart, personable, friendly, and incredibly handsome. With a toned set of arms connected to a broad set of shoulders, a neck leading up to a face with a smile chiseled in to it that could swoon any girl within a thirty yard radius. Certainly, he could have any girl he wanted. But Cynthia wanted him to want her. She wanted that very badly.

As she looked at herself, standing naked before her bathroom mirror she found herself questioning her own attractiveness. She was a gray fox, with a modest bosom, and a shapely waist leading down to thick hips and thighs, leading even further down to luscious legs that she'd always considered one of her best features. No, surely she was more than good enough for her nephew. And the way the lingerie she had chosen for the evening hugged her curves gave her an extra little boost of confidence. Something about dressing up so seductively turned her on. It was the anticipation of that look of surprise on her nephews face when he finally saw her as a woman that did it for her. The outfit was first meant to shock, and then seduce. The black cloth running up her legs to her garter belt, the restricting nature of her corset, the extra couple of inches provided by her high heels all added to the sense of dominance she would need to keep up.

She put on lipstick in the mirror, her breasts held tight and high, pushed up by the corset as she leaned over. As she traced the color on to the line of her lips, she went over her plan again in her mind. Not that there was much of a plan to go over. In another room down the hall was her sleeping nephew. Sweet, handsome, sleeping Michael. She intended to wake him up with a little love and show him just how much better she could be than all of those young girls at school. Experience would definitely outweigh youth here. She was confident in that.

It wasn't as though she had never caught him looking. Cynthia was quite an attractive woman, naturally gifted in the hips with a figure that she made sure to exercise often. Oh, sure, she had seen him looking at her as she bent over, peering at her luscious rear end from the corner of his eyes. Or staring down her shirt as she would place a plate in front of him at dinner time. Surely this obviously lusty young man wouldn't turn down such an object of desire, even if that particular object was his blood relative.

She smacked her lips together, evening out her lipstick and completing the last of her make up. She was wearing the works, quite literally dolled up for her nephew. Mascara, eye-liner, nail polish- everything that she hoped should draw her nephew's sexual interests out without protest. After all, having sex with his aunt might be a weird idea but how could he say no if she looked like such a stacked slut? She giggled softly to herself at the thought, and then she grabbed the knob of the door, turned it, and walked out.

'Tap. Tap. Tap.'

The defined click of her heels echoing against the wooden hallway floor was the only sound in the house as Cynthia made her way confidently toward Michael's room. Her hips swayed as she walked, her arms swinging with a wild abandon as her long gray tail swished gently against the floor behind her. She wore an extremely self-assured smirk on her muzzle. Finally, she arrived at his door and pushed it right open with a soft creak.

The mature vixen leaned in the doorway, taking in the delicious sleeping form of her nephew. He lay there, his shirtless chest barely uncovered by his blankets with one arm slung lazily above his forehead. The other arm lay just over his lower stomach, gripping at his sheets gently. Looking him over in such a vulnerable state only reinforced Cynthia's desire for his body. For more than a few moments she stood there looking at him, feeling her nether regions moistening with the very thought of what she was about to do. Her very body was tingling. It even looked like Michael had a sleep erection going, a big plus for her.

'Tap. Tap. Tap.'

The sound of her heels breaking out against the floor yet again made Cynthia think for a moment she might be caught prematurely. But of course, as usual Michael could sleep through anything. Handsome boy, but so lazy! Maybe she would spank him for it. The thought made her grin. She moved aside his sheets gently, staring at his face intensely for any sign that he might wake. Finally, she sat at the side of the bed and placed a confident paw on her nephews penis.

It exhilarated her, the feeling of his shaft in her paw. She began slowly stroking her soft, fuzzy fingers up and down Michael's shaft, thrilled by the very taboo of what she was doing. As her nephew's shaft grew in her paw, something else exhilarated her- the size of Michael's shaft. Now that it was fully hard she couldn't wrap a single paw around it any more. A dirty thought entered her mind. Would it fit in her mouth?

Daringly she lunged her open mouth forward onto the head of the younger' fox's penis. It did fit, but it made her jaw hurt. She drooled with lust as she began bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. It hit the back her throat rather suddenly, with the shape of her mouth only half way down its length and she gagged. Suddenly, she felt him stir.

"Nnng..." Michael shifted his arm down and felt his aunts hair below him, the sensation of realizing someone was really there outside of his wet dream shook him in to reality. He jumped for a moment, confused and excited by the wet warmth around his shaft.

"Aunt Cynthia?" He said groggily, looking down in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Oh," She said, giving a long slow lick up the boy's shaft. "Just giving a late Valentine's day present to my favorite nephew."

"Holy shit." Michael panted in response. He was certain something like this just had to be inherently wrong, but oh God did his aunt Cynthia have a warm mouth. And was she wearing lingerie? He looked her over, precum shooting in to his aunts mouth as he stared at her slack jawed. Not hearing any protest, Cynthia continued.

She moved her paw up to stroke again at the younger fox's shaft, moving her head down to gently nuzzle at his hanging sack. As Cynthia leisurely slid her tongue up and then back down Michael's testicles, she elicited a long slow groan from him. Michael was beginning to pant, having already woken up fully erect with such a soft paw working his shaft. Cynthia took one of his testicles in her maw, suckling on it gently as she sped her pace up along his shaft.

"Ahhh....," Michael moaned, grabbing gently at his aunts hair. Cynthia let his testicle out of her mouth with a soft 'plop', looking up at him and licking her lips softly.

"You can pull a lot harder if you want." She said, looking him in the eye for a moment as she stroked him off. With an understanding grin Michael gripped her hair harder and shoved the older fox's face back against his genitals. She inhaled his musk and it sent shivers through her body.

"That's it, baby." She kissed his shaft and then immediately started stroking it again. "That's it."

Cynthia lewdly began licking the boy's testicles, frantically stroking each one with a fast upward lick of her tongue. Coupled with the way she was tightening her grip and pawing him off, Michael could hardly see straight. He was starting to feel his orgasm building up inside of him, roughly tugging at his aunt's hair with wild abandon.

Cynthia was dripping wet, and she was experienced enough to know when a male was close to a climax. With her tongue she could feel his balls tightening in anticipation of their warm, salty release. With her free paw she reached down and stroked the outside of her labia before pushing a couple of fingers past those velvety lips. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself, trying to match the pace of her licking on her nephew's testicles.

Suddenly his release came, Michael's whole body tightened as a pleasure his virginal body had never known before shook his mind. Cynthia opened her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out lewdly, and pointed her nephew's throbbing cock right into her open maw just as the first warm string of cum exploded out of him. It hit the roof of her mouth and poured out down her tongue as another blast came, this one splashing out of her mouth intensely. Cum oozed down on to her breasts as Michael's hips bucked against his aunt's tight grasp of his member.

Thinking it was over, Cynthia licked her lips in an attempt to savor her nephew's taste when one final load shot out of Michael's member and hit her right on the face. It dripped down at her cheek as she pulled the fingers that had been inside of her pussy and used them to scoop up some of that seed. She put those fingers in her mouth, tasting both herself and his seed together.

"Mmm...," she murred.

Michael looked down at his aunt with a post orgasm confusion. This had all happened so suddenly, and so intensely, for him that he had no idea how to react. One thing he did know was that his aunt looked incredibly hot with his cum dripping down to her tits.

"That was... amazing." He spoke slowly, panting.

"Glad you liked it, kiddo." Cynthia giggled, scooping up more of the cum on her breasts with her fingers and licking it off slowly. She savored the flavor with her eyes closed, taking it in with glee.

"Was that your first time?" She asked, looking up at him with lust clouded eyes.

"Y-yes ma'am." He nodded.

"Good." She grinned. "We can do more, much more. But for now you should go back to sleep."

"Yeah." He yawned. "I'm exhausted after all that."

"I bet you are, sweetie." Said Cynthia, standing up at the side of Michael's bed. "I bet you are."

'Tap. Tap. Tap.' Came the sound of her high heels as she walked toward Michael's bedroom door. She leaned in the doorway, as she had when she'd entered, and looked back at him coyly.

"And happy Valentine's day."

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