I entered my nephew’s bedroom at seven-thirty in the morning after listening to his alarm clock blare for a good five minutes. I couldn’t help but smile at the eighteen-year-old boy as he slept peaceful. I truly didn’t want to wake my baby boy up, but I had to or he’d be late for school.
Now…you all may be wondering why I called my nephew, "my baby boy
" well that’s because for the entire eighteen years of his life…I’ve raised him. Something neither his father nor his own
mother did or tried to. Due a medical condition I couldn’t have any children of my own so from the moment Tariq came into my life, he’s been my beloved. He’s the only thing on my heart and the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning.
I’m Sharon A. McLean and this is my story…well mine and my nephew Tariq’s.
Tariq’s father abandoned my sister when he found she was pregnant with my nephew and as far as my sister goes, she’s dealt on and off with - -let’s call them addiction problems
since high school, which lead to her inability to raise Tariq. Thinking about my sister hurts my heart because of how her situation has hurt Tariq. In his life I truly believe Tariq’s only seen his mother about ten times.
Looking over my baby as he slept, I couldn’t help but see that Tariq was a spitting image of his father. Tariq has his father’s olive skin, black hair (which I braided into cornrows), and underneath his closed eyelids were a pair of beautiful hazel eyes.
After turning off his alarm I leaned over him and whispered, “Wake up Tariq,”
My lips began to hit my nephew’s forehead and face before his eyes finally fluttered open. Tariq woke up as my lips tapped his left cheek.
“Morning Auntie,” he said with a yawn as he stretched a bit.
“Morning baby…were you having some good dreams?” I asked softly.
“I can tell because you usually wake up when your alarm goes off.”
We shared a prolonged platonic closed mouth kiss and I left him so he could get ready for school. As I made my way back downstairs I noticed how long we kissed for. It was becoming an ongoing occurrence. Since the beginning of our relationship we’d always been affectionate (platonic kisses and touches) with each other, but when we kissed it felt like Tariq was trying to kiss me more like a lover than a family member. I’d have to talk to him about it.
Fifteen minutes after I got there, Tariq appeared downstairs, in his school uniform just as I finished making him cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
I guess he could smell the food from upstairs because as he hit the living room he shouted, “Cinnamon rolls? Yes!”
“Inside voice…little one!” I shouted back at him.
“I’m not little anymore, Auntie,” Tariq told me walking into the kitchen.
“I know, Tariq…but no matter how old you get you’re still going to be my little one
" was the nickname I gave Tariq as a child. I only used it in private like an inside joke between us.
Tariq gave me a loving smile and sat down to eat. He dug into his food as I caressed him gently as I began to sing an old school R&B song. I’d done this since his birth and it sort of became a ritual for both of us.
“Mmm.” He let out a moan, relaxing at my touch.
I massaged him until he finished eating. I kissed his cheek before letting him stand up.
“Time for school,” Tariq said standing up.
We embraced, sharing another kiss and this time
I felt my nephew’s tongue trying to gain entrance into my mouth, but when he figured out that wasn’t happening he stopped. I now most definitely
had to talk to him and I’d talk to him when I came home from work that night.
“Be safe, Tariq. I love you,” I told as he made his way to the out the door, but stopped at my words.
He turned to and replied, “I love you too.”
With my beloved gone I got ready for work. I’m a nurse and work in a nursing home. It might sound strenuous, but my job really isn’t. On a normal day I mostly make the beds or give the patients their pills, but the best thing about my job is that I only have to work two or three days a week. The only downside to my job is the long hours I have to log in. I was going to be working a nine in the morning to nine in the evening shift, so I left Tariq twenty dollars to buy himself some dinner.
After a long shower, I looked at myself in the bathroom’s full length mirror. At thirty-eight years old, I didn’t have the hourglass figure I once possessed, but I still looked good. I’m 5’6”, mocha skinned with long black hair. I’m thick, but in all the right places with a plump backside and 34C rack.
“You still got it girl,” I said to myself smiling at my reflection before getting dressed, but couldn’t help but think of Tariq trying to French kiss earlier.
It shocked me, but it intrigued me as well. Questions about Tariq swirled in my mind. Why would he try to kiss me like that? Did I miss something with my little one? I thought of answers to all these questions as I went to work, worked, and drove home. All day I racked my brain, but found nothing except confusion. Talking to my nephew would be the only way to get some answers and as close as we were I knew Tariq would be honest with me.
I came into the house around nine-thirty at night. I made my way into the kitchen and found a McDonald's
bag on the table, which told me Tariq got something to eat then I than made my way upstairs to talk to my nephew. As I climbed the stairs a faint moaning began to grow louder.
“Ooooh…love me Auntie,” I heard Tariq moan loudly.
“Tariq?” I called out as I got closer to his room. “Are you okay?”
Tariq gave me no reply and his moaning grew as loud as it could. I stood in front of his bedroom door and opened it a crack. I gasped in shock at what I saw. I saw Tariq masturbating- -masturbating and thinking of me
. I stood there in utter disbelief at what I was seeing. I truly didn’t know how to feel at the moment until Tariq moaned, “I love you so much, Auntie.”
“Aw,” I said softly as I blushed openly.
I felt disgusted when I first observed what my nephew was doing, but when those six words came from his mouth realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I now understood why he’d been trying to kiss me so passionately and it touched my heart. He was self-gratifying himself out of love
not lust. Tariq wanted to make love to me not fuck me. My baby wanted to show how much he loved me and to be honest; it began to turn me on. I looked on as Tariq moaned and called out for me until his manhood shot out cum like a volcano does to lava. He then got under his bed sheets and went to sleep.
I closed his door and retreated to my bedroom with the question; "How am I going to handle this?" on my mind.
I woke up at nine ‘o clock the next morning alone in the house as Tariq left without saying goodbye. I wasn’t upset by it, but it just felt weird not hugging and kissing him before he went to school. I didn’t have to work that day so my guess was that Tariq thought he’d let me sleep in. What I saw him doing last night replayed in my head. There was only one way to handle this situation and that was by talking it out, but my mind was thinking of taking it a step further. Tariq wanted to make love to me so why couldn’t I in turn make love to him? We’d show each other how much we loved each other, but that would have to wait until Tariq got out of school. I didn’t have work, but I still had a busy day ahead of me. I had house cleaning and grocery shopping to do, which took up most of my morning and early afternoon. After finishing my parental duties I got back home around three ‘o clock and went to back to bed.
I was awakened from my nap by Tariq’s fingers caressing me.
“Wake up Auntie,” his smooth voice said to me before kissing my forehead. “I’m home.”
“Hey baby…how was school?” I asked.
“Do you have any homework?”
“A little bit…it shouldn’t take too long,” he told me before turning to leave, but I grabbed his arm stopping him.
“Sit down Tariq,” I told him. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah?” He asked sitting next to me on my bed.
I saw his entire demeanor change. He went from being calm, cool and collected to very nervous, but I couldn’t relent in talking to my nephew about what I saw the previous night.
“I saw what you were doing last night, Tariq.”
Tariq’s eyes widened in shock and fear at what he just heard.
“What- -What did you see?” He asked with a stutter.
“I saw you masturbating Tariq,” I told him calmly. “And…I heard you moaning my name too.”
I watched as my nephew began tremble, tears building in his eyes.
“I’m sorry- -I’m so
sorry Aunt Sharon,” Tariq began to apologize, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Please don’t be upset with me. I- -I just love you so
“Shush, shush baby,” I said placing a finger over his lips.
I wiped the tears from his face.“I know how much you love me, honey and Auntie Sharon loves you just the same.”
“Really?” Tariq asked in disbelief.
“You wanna make love to your Auntie don’t you?”
Our lips met and for the first time Tariq got to kiss me the way he truly wanted to. His tongue parted my lips and I was caught up in the warmth of his mouth. Our tongues skirmished with each other.
“Where did he learn to kiss like this?” I asked myself as the passion in the lip lock increased.
I knew Tariq wasn’t a virgin, but damn…his kiss alone had my core leaking wetness. Our kiss ended and we just stared at one another a minute before we began kissing each other again. Tariq easily laid me on my back, kissing on my neck and collarbone. My nephew pulled my shirt off revealing my bra, but it was quickly removed as Tariq’s lips and tongue assaulted my nipples.
“Ooh,” I moaned as he suckled on my nipples as if he was breastfeeding. “That feels so nice, babe. Keep going sweetie.”
When Tariq finished taunting my breasts, my nipples were hard as diamonds. He gave them both a light pinch as he kissed my lips again. We made out and undressed each other leaving me in only my panties, while Tariq had his undershirt and boxers on.
Lifting up his shirt to take it off, I beheld my nephew’s physique. He had a slim build, but had toned muscles and it took my breath away.
“Look at you, Tariq,” I said touching and caressing his chest.
Tariq gave no response and playfully pushed me on the bed and slowly removed my panties. He slithered like a snake in between my legs coming face-to-face with my vagina giving it loving kisses.
“Mmm,” I moaned as his lips continuously attacked my womanhood.
Tariq kissed me for such a long while that I got used to it, so when his tongue came into play it took my totally by surprise. His tongue licked over my pussy lips back and forth, up and down making my opening ready him.
“Ooooh!” I moaned as my hand found the back of Tariq’s head, playing in his hair.
“You like that, Auntie?” He asked in between licks.
“Oh shit…God…I love baby!” I told him screaming as he found my clit.
Tariq’s tongue lashed and sucked on my clit. He took his time on my clit. Licking slowly, lashing quickly, and alternating between sucking on it hard or softly. I was oozing so much wetness all over my bed sheets, I thought I’d run out. When I felt myself about to cum and stopped Tariq’s vagina-feasting frenzy. I wanted him inside as I came.
“Stop baby,” I said patting the back of his head. “I think you should let Auntie return the favor.”
My baby came up for air and gave me a wary look. I could tell he was enjoying his time between my legs.
I got off the bed and knelt in front of my nephew pulling his boxers down to reveal at least nine inches of hard cock. I began performing on him, swirling and twirling my tongue all over his member.
“Shit,” He groaned as the warmth of my mouth engulfed him sucking on him slowly.
When I heard his reaction I increased my pace bobbing my head faster.
“Ahh….that feels so good.” Tariq moaned fucking my mouth a bit. “I’m gonna cum, Auntie.”
I took his cock from my mouth and stood up so we could kiss a bit more.
“Ready to make love sweetie?” I said after we broke our kiss.
Tariq climbed on top of me and in a smooth motion drove his love stick inside me. His cock inside me felt so good and when he began making love to me felt incredible. Tariq began slow stroking, but drove himself deeply in and out of me.
“Ooh, Tariq that feels good,” I moaned.
I was about to tell him to go faster, but I didn’t have to as he started stroking faster.
“Ooh …Oh baby!” I yelled feeling my orgasm nearing. “Don’t stop…don’t you fucking stop, Tariq !”
“God! I’m gonna cum Auntie!” My nephew shouted before passionately kissing me.
“Mmm…cum for me Tariq! Cum for your Auntie!” I urged as my orgasm overtook me.
“Fuck!” Tariq screamed as he shot load after load of cum into my womb.
We lay together cuddling and kissing as I realized what I had just done. I just slept with my nephew…and I was okay with it. I did it out of love
not lust and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.
“I love you so much, Auntie,” Tariq said giving the nape of my neck kisses.
“I love you too, baby,” I replied caressing him.
“Will I ever get another chance to love you like this?” He asked.
“As long as we love each other, sweetie and we’ll never stop loving each other right?”
“Right,” he answered before drifting to sleep on top of me.
I gave his face a final kiss and whispered, “I love you my beloved,” and joined him in the dream world.
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