It was a cold Saturday afternoon in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Life passed slowly among the residents, who were gradually getting ready to launch themselves into the nightlife and jazz scene on Bourbon Street. At that time, the beautiful Annie was in her 40s and it was just her and her nephew Lawrence, 18 years old, in her apartment, which was located right in the heart of the most famous street in the capital.

Her sister Helen had no choice about letting her only child stay with her for a few days so that she could attend a seminar in Alexandria this weekend as her parents were on their third honeymoon. honey in vegas.

While Lawrence was watching TV, Annie went to take a shower and forgot the bathroom door open, but she didn't care. So while soaping up, she noticed her nephew looking at her from the door and, realizing that she had seen him, she ran out. Calmly she finished her shower, while thinking about her young spy and pervert. Annie wrapped herself in a towel and went to her room, still unsure what she would say or do to her nephew. She opened the door quickly and to her surprise again, Lawrence was masturbating, with one of her panties wrapped around his penis.

When he noticed that she was standing there in her room looking at him, he looked scared at her and put the still hard member inside his shorts.

"Why were you watching me take a shower?"

"I just walked by and the door was open," said Lawrence a little awkwardly.

He looked at his aunt from head to toe. She knew that arousal in his shorts was the certainty that he wanted her and it somehow unabashedly excited her. He, shaking all over, with all the shyness he possessed, got up from the bed, came over to Annie and continued talking:

"You're very hot, Aunt Annie. I've played several, thinking of you.

His hand approached Annie's breasts, and she immediately removed it. She didn't know exactly what to think, because he was her nephew, but her skin was already quite crawling and she was quite excited about the whole situation.

- Are you a virgin? – She asked with a malicious air.

"I am." - Said the teenager a little nervous and moving away a little.

"Are you ready to settle this?" – Asked Annie already taking the towel and dropping it on the floor, getting completely naked in front of her – Entering the University at eighteen, without ever having had a relationship is a problem.

Lawrence was gaping at her, and she could see his cock poking through his shorts, completely hard, as if the circus had just announced that the show was about to begin.

- Of course! - He answered immediately.

He took off his shorts and started kissing her and taking her cock, squeezing it and making it even harder. It wasn't very big but to Annie that didn't matter. He kissed and sucked his aunt's breasts, fingering her pussy, leaving her wet until she came to orgasm standing there. They then lay on the bed, he on top of her, kissing her and biting her neck.

Instinctively and from what she realized, she had learned in some porn movie, the teenager put his aunt's legs on his shoulders and began to slowly insert them to the stem. Lawrence's face expressed the purest pleasure at penetrating his aunt, especially when he discovered that his aunt was completely shaved in her pussy and had an English word tattooed just above her cradle.

After inserting it, he began to come and go faster, taking most of his cock and inserting it again, making Annie moan softly, eyes closed and biting her lips. She was drenched in pleasure, which made the teen's pulsating, lively, jovial thrusts even easier.

Lawrence whispered all the time that his aunt Annie was hot and that he had imagined this moment several times. She said that she would never have imagined that one day she would have someone so young in bed, especially her only nephew. He put it up to fill his pussy with her cum. The sensation for her was so pleasurable, that Annie came with him and then sucked all over his own nephew's still pulsating cock, licking the rest of the cum like a bitch in heat.

They rested a bit and Lawrence went to the other room where he was sleeping, take a shower and sleep. Annie put on a dress, opened a bottle of wine and went to the balcony of her apartment, which was on the first floor, very close to the Bourbon nightlife, within reach of her hands, to reflect a little on what she had just done. A feeling of guilt took over her body, but it was soon extinguished by the wine and jazz that she had the pleasure of listening to almost every day.

After that day, guilty or not, Annie and Lawrence had sex again and again to the rhythm of jazz and the frenetic life of the residents of the French Quarter. And each sinful fuck was always better than the other.