Lynx didn’t answer. He reached up and pulled the tie of her robe. The silk fell open, and she was naked beneath it. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, her skin glowing in the amber lamplight.
She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful.
"You’re staring," she said, but there was no accusation in it. Only heat.
"You’re worth staring at."
Isabel’s lips parted. Then she leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time. Her breast pressed against his chest, and he felt her nipple harden against his skin. His hands found her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts.
She gasped into his mouth. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her throat. Her hand slid down his stomach, past his navel, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.
She paused, then she looked at him.
"Is this..."
"Yes." His voice was hoarse. "It’s yes."
She undid his button with trembling fingers. Pulled down the zipper. Her hand slipped inside, finding him hard and waiting. Her fingers wrapped around his length, and she let out a shaky breath.
"Lynx..."
She pushed his trousers down his thighs, and his cock sprang free glowing faintly like his body. Big, thick and veined. The tip glistening in the dim light.
Isabel’s mouth went dry. She had imagined this. Dreamed of it many times. But the reality was so much more.
She lowered herself, her lips brushing against his tip. A soft kiss. Then another. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.
Lynx’s hands fisted in the sheets. She took him in her mouth. The heat of her tongue, the wetness of her lips. It was almost too much.
She moved slowly at first, taking only the tip, teasing him with her tongue. Then she sank deeper, taking him to the back of her throat.
"Fuck," Lynx breathed. His hips bucked involuntarily.
Isabel hummed around him, and the vibration sent a shudder through his entire body. She moved faster now, her head bobbing up and down, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with her mouth.
He watched her. Her blonde hair spilling across his thighs. Her orange eyes looking up at him, wet and wanting. Her lips stretched around his cock.
The sight was obscene... and perfect.
"Aunt Isabel," he groaned. "I’m close."
She didn’t stop. She took him deeper, her throat swallowing him, her tongue working his shaft with practiced skill. He came with a gasp, his release spilling down her throat, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
She pulled back, her lips glistening. A trail of his cum lingered at the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it with the back of her hand, then licked her fingers clean.
’I came less than 10 minutes, I’ve been really bricked up since I came back’ Lynx thought.
"You taste so good," she said.
Lynx reached for her. "My turn."