Chapter 8
Sometime around 1AM he heard his bedroom door open and he looked over to see Shirley walking towards his bed. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes because he couldn't figure out what she was wearing. It seemed to flow around her body like smoke. He got glimpses of too much of her skin and he had to look away.
"Ed, my back is hurting. I need you to massage it again."
He crawled out of bed and saw her crawl in with a smile on her face. He looked down at her back in dismay as the gauzy fabric was so… transparent. She had a nice body though it was carrying too much weight in some key areas.
He touched her back and she hissed at him. "Under! You have to take it off!"
Again she struggled to lift herself as he tugged at the nightie and ended up touching her skin all up the sides of her body. When he reached the sides of her breasts she snapped her arms in trapping his hands against them.
"You tickled me!" she gasped.
"S-sorry!"
He carefully peeled back her nightie until her skin was exposed. He began his routine and once more she sighed, cooed, moaned and writhed as he worked the knots out of her back.
"Do the thumb thing!" she moaned.
He wasn't sure what she meant so he ran his thumbs over her shoulder blades. She groaned then shook her head.
"No! Along my spine!" Shirley growled impatiently.
Ed moved his thumbs to her spine and a memory surfaced. He closed his eyes and felt the memory take over and let his thumbs move up and up as the image of the text book flashed by in his mind. He did feel a few new misalignments but they were small. He popped them and moved on and Shirley gurgled her happiness as his thumbs reached the top and began their way back downwards. Her pain was gone once more!
His eyes were still closed and he was slipping into that semi-conscious state where he was most aware of his sense of touch.
Shirley's skin was soft under his hands, her flesh pliable, her body receptive to his touch. Her coos became more sensual as he moved lower and lower. He was kneading her flesh once more when he surfaced from his Zen state and she was on the brink of release. He squeezed extra hard in surprise when he realized what he was touching and she cried out as she came.
She panted and gasped until she could catch her breath. She spun suddenly and sure enough he was tenting his shorts again.
"I can't believe it! A boner for your Aunt Shirley again? You dirty boy! Take those off!" she demanded.
He looked down. "Please. I don't want to."
"After all I've done for you, you're going to be disobedient?" she gasped but smiled secretly when he looked away and tugged his shorts off.
She looked at his monstrous cock and shivered in delight. So thick! So long! So wicked!
Shirley grabbed it like she had the night before and felt the heat of it flowing into her hands. Oh god, she wanted to put it in her mouth then her pussy but it was too soon for that. He wasn't ready.
She began to stroke him firmly and he leaned away from her again but she just kept up her efforts. It took much longer to get him to the edge tonight. She was beginning to break a sweat and her hands were getting tired. Still, her eyes were glassy with lust and her panting breaths matched his. She could feel him thickening in preparation for his orgasm so she moved her hand to the top again and over stimulated the thick purple head. He cried out and his come burst forth over her face and down her chest as she directed the jets.
There was more than the night before! Some had shot straight into her open mouth. She savored it as she looked at his perspiring face. His eyes opened and he froze when he saw what he had done, again.
"Oh god! I'm sorry!" he gushed but he noticed she wasn't looking angry like the night before. He was so confused. She- she liked this?
"Wicked boy! What am I going to do with you!" she breathed. She slid a finger down her cheek towards her mouth and sucked the digit clean as he watched incredulous.
She stood and slowly walked out of his room as he flopped back on the mattress. His brain spun and spun until exhaustion took him.