More than a feeling 3

Amy dropped it back into the bag without taking her eyes off of him and froze. "You're done, kid."

Tim laughed and took a bite.

"What kind of nerd doesn't put peanut butter on his pancakes?" she fired back. "Have you even tried it, picky boy?"

"I have," he lied.

"You are so full of it," she smiled, seeing right through him. "Peanut butter is everything."

"Yeah. No," he said, taking another bite.

Amy dumped her syrup all over his briefs and he flinched.

"Whoa! What the hell?" he said, spooked.

"Whoops. My bad! Clean up on aisle five," she said sarcastically. Amy put her food down and stood up between his legs. "Sorry, but you're gonna have to give me those before everything gets sticky."

Amy went behind the waist band, sliding it away and revealing that humongous morning wood. Much to her delight, his huge goose egg balls spilled out and over the edge of the couch, taut and smooth. She finally got them free of his legs and knelt down, her breaths tickling his large purple helmet.

"Fuck," he sighed, staring down at this angelic red head. His cock strained so bad that he felt like he was being stretched apart. "Aunt Amy..." he shivered.

He eclipsed a large portion of her beautiful face and felt the boost of confidence as she gazed at it with a sense of awe.

"First time?" Amy said, breaking some tension.

"Yeah..."

"First times should be remembered forever, don't you think?" she said, nuzzling her cheek against it.

He didn't respond, not because he didn't want to, but because he was in shock. As he tried to come to terms with what was about to happen, Amy sent him into the twilight zone by scooping peanut butter into her palm and slathering it across his fat dick.

"Oh, Jesus," he exhaled hard.

Amy had both hands full of it, coating and layering his long shaft in delicious butter. Her hands slid to the trunk and her finger nails found the tight skin to his balls and traced them gently until laying his eggs into her palms and drenching them in warmth. Kneading them and fondling his big yummy sack, Amy smiled up at him in silence, letting her body do all of the talking.

He pushed a piece of pancake into his mouth and she nodded, swinging her hair to one side. "Eat," she whispered.

Her lips peeled apart and he could see her salivating for his buttered up hunk of meat and as she laid that moist mouth on top of the tip, he did everything he could to not bust right then and there.

Amy's head slightly dipped and she was forced to spread wide around the broad crown until she sealed around the outer edges. She glanced up and peered deep into his soul, basting his head in hot spit and peanut butter with her tongue. There was so much more to do and Amy sucked her cheeks in and tugged away, slurping around the clean tip and popping him out with a hollow crack.

"Told you I would get dessert," she said, that smoldering stare etching into his mind forever.

She disappeared between his legs and he dropped his head back the second she was putting juicy kisses on his dangling nuts. He let out a gasp as one big ball was inhaled between her covered lips and into a frothy hot pit. Amy pulled and stretched, suckling and swirling it against all corners of her mouth. He heard a squish and felt the cool air wash over just before she gobbled the other one.

"Oh, god," he moaned. He knew this wasn't just a normal blow job. She was trying to tell him something.

Amy came up from bathing his balls in spittle and slurped up the massive trunk, gliding effortlessly across the broad cock real estate. The head took some slaps from her tongue, wobbling the tower side to side before she went underneath and pursed her lips on the zigzagging vein, scooping peanut butter between her lips all the way down to his heavy sack. Amy grabbed her hair before it could fall into the sticky trap, gliding her mouth up and down and all around. She was a fucking cock expert and every move was deliberate and planned. He's never had a blowjob before, how would he know? When you know, you know; that's how he knew. Amy was making undeniable love to it. It felt like she was showing him something she has never shown anyone.

"How're you feeling, baby?" she asked quietly, popping kisses against random spots of his smooth skin.

"I don't know if I can describe it," he admitted, watching her dance around with her lips.

Amy dabbled with one hand below, swirling and bouncing his fat bag around her finger tips and juggling it in her hand. Those buttery smooth baby factories were bloated and on the verge. She could feel the heaviness in it.

She had the other trying to tackle the long anaconda by itself, unable to fully control the abundance of manliness in front of her. She groped and jerked, smacking her lips on his raging tip, forcing a never ending stream of salty treats. Amy's eyes found his and she beat his dick on her tongue, slapping it and echoing it through her living room.

"Feed me," she commanded.

Amy slurped it between her lips and slobbered it right back out before clapping his beefy log into her cheek, sticking her with peanut butter.

"I'm hungry, fuckin' feed me," she seethed, swirling her head around the leaking crown.

Tim's breathing went from heavy and stable to trying to catch what air he could and forgetting he needed to breathe at all from being distracted. He felt a little something down deep; it was rising.

"Hnngg..." he mumbled.

He did the absolutely unthinkable and without realizing it, he pushed a hand into her silky smooth red waves and held her by the back of the skull. He brought her down, feeding her like he was told and hit the back of her gooey throat. Amy let out her approval through deep moans that penetrated his peanut butter flavored hardness.

She shook out of his grasp and spilled a mixture of hot goop all over her shirt, tendrils swinging between her and his aching dick. Both of them were silent and panting, staring each other down until he grabbed her by the head and made her eat his meaty slab, pushing into her tight tunnel and making her choke. Amy slobbered her way up his shaft, dousing it in the process. Before she could escape, he dragged her back down, stuffing her throat full and with the aide of her love for peanut butter, his gigantic cock slithered against her tonsils and was enveloped by her small esophagus, burrowing into her chest. Amy held on, her body wanting to eject him like an invader but he held tight, holding all of it to the hilt.

Besides the singing of the birds, the only noise in the area was Amy gurgling and kicking her feet while trying to stay down on this young man's enormous dick. She finally tapped his leg and he let her come up, desperately filling her lungs with air. She swiped her arm across her drenched chin and flung the excess to the floor.

"Big boy now, huh?" she said between gulps of air.

Tim looked down at her with his slimy boner between them and pressed into the trunk, angling it at her. If she was going to do this, he was going to take advantage of this gift to him.

"Suck it."

"Make me-slurrsplglakmmm-gulp-mmmnn... Uhmm!..." she gasped, "Fuckin' make m-glakglak-gulp-mmmnnnn..."

Tim snatched her head with the other hand and felt every time he dislodged out of her throat; the moment she inhaled air. He pulled her to the bottom and slapped her chin on his balls before bringing her up just to feed her again to the brink. Amy was sealed around his butter slick steel, slipping her hands underneath her knees and letting him take her.

He clamped the back of her neck with both hands and bobbed her continuously, plunging himself deep into her chest every time. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and almost shed a tear at the mere thought of what was happening. Amy's fire hair bounced rhythmically in and out of his lap while she devoured it.

"Holy fuck;" he gasped, "Aunt Amy, you hot... fuckin'... slut, suck my big dick." He didn't know he had it in him to say something like that and didn't let up.

Amy was gracefully getting impaled, loving every minute and exploring a side of herself that she never had. The gags were few and far and she was still in control of herself. Those words were from a desperate man on the edge and she knew it was over soon. "Mmmphh..."

"Oh, god, suck it," he cried out, "Keep sucking it, oh fuck."

"Mmph! Mm! Mmph!"

Tim was swelling against her tiny tunnel, cramming his huge dick into her chest cavity and doing the impossible with this famous babe. The lingering feeling in the top of his burrowed helmet came to a world stopping sensory overload and he held her down with all of his strength, exploding a fountain of thick spunk against her insides. Amy felt the heat travel deep and grabbed him by the balls, rolling them into her neck. He froze and she gulped, making him splurge her constricting, slimy warmth with more scribbling ropes, groaning into a new vocal register. Amy's neck collapsed around him, her body sealing shut and pulling him as far as she could. Those pretty lips nudged closer and closer to his pubes, tickling her nose. She felt his hands release and with a bit more to give, she stayed still, letting her body extract him until he was drained of the last drop.

Amy flipped her hair up and over to reveal her face stuffed with dick and pulled up, slowly suckling him clean until she burst loudly from the top, gasping for air one last time. He looked like the life was taken from his body and she got close, leaning into him and giving a kiss.

"Peanut butter with extra protein," she smiled, "You're a bad boy."

"No, no," he caught his breath, "You started this."

Amy casually worked him up and down, kissing him again, "I finished it, too."

He had nothing to say and sat there having experienced nothing like that before. He was a new man.

She had his chair pulled up and pointed, "Shower time."

He didn't argue and plopped down, letting her roll him into the bathroom. Amy had a massive walk-in shower that easily accommodated a few people. She turned the water on and the large jets from above blasted down while she assisted him to a transfer bench and kissed his cheek.

He looked up and watched her remove her shirt, revealing those hefty, creamy tits that he saw last night. She tossed her socks and leaned up against him, pressing her soft belly into his face. He roamed his hands up her thighs and took in that fat butt, grabbing on it. Just above was the most amazing pair of tits he had ever seen.

"Can you handle my panties for me?" she said with a look of pure lust.

Tim turned her around and was face to face with nothing but gorgeous ass and lace being buried between the cheeks. He put his lips to her back and lovingly nibbled and kissed on her dimples before putting the panties between his teeth. As they peeled away from her flawless skin, he ran his nose through the valley of her soft buns and when she was finally exposed, his face went flush against those warm globes. He nuzzled side to side to get deep and inhaled, breathing Amy's essence. Tim went on instinct and pushed his fat tongue into her drippy lips, making her bend forward for more access. The pink folds were splitting for him and the invitation was accepted, sucking and bathing her in spit.

"Wasn't expecting this but I'm extremely intrigued," she said slowly, combing through his hair.