Angel looked across the room at Evan, her strapping 18-year-old godson. His firm naked ass and the smooth supple curves of his muscular back made her loins ache. And unable to resist a moment more she approached him, reached up to check his blindfold then traced the outline of his young body. Leaning in kissing his strong shoulder, she took a deep breath. He had the sexy musk of a man even though the image that she could never shake from her mind was of something else.

Clamping her arms around him, she pulled her body onto his. Allowing her bare D-cup breasts to touch him first, she looked up to gauge his response. He was startled and with her palm resting on his chest she felt his heart race.

Angel, peering around his cheeks at his full pink lips, slid her hand down further. Rounding the mounds of his pecs onto his sharply defined abs, she took her time examining every bump. Then finally when her tapered fingers pushed onto his dark curlies she slowed down and savored the moment. For a long time she had fantasized about touching his young cock and on the verge of realizing it, she felt her own heart race.

When Angel touched Evan’s upwardly curving tool, her first thought was of how thick the base of it was. She had observed the fluid motions of his younger cock, but now, 2 years later, he seemed like another man. And when she slipped her soft palm over the backside of his rigid meat she couldn’t believe how far she had to trace her fingertips before she found his oversized boy head. 

As Angel gripped onto the end of his cock, she leaned in and kissed Evan’s neck. When he bent away giving her full access, she knew that he was ready for what would come next.

Releasing her free hand, Angel guided it to her naked waist then the faux manhood strapped between her legs. With the thick rubber cock securely in hand, she lifted it, aimed and quickly slipped it between his ass cheeks pushing it against his hole. Her godson’s body went stiff with surprise.

Angel continued kissing his neck, peaking up at Evan’s face trying to see what he would do next. His eyes and mouth were wide open. It was clear that he had never suspected anything like this was coming. And as she considered withdrawing and retreating from the moment she had wanted so desperately, a telling thing happened, his cock twitched. But it didn’t just twitch once, it twitched uncontrollably. And when she felt the warm pre-cum drip down the back of her hand, she knew that it wouldn’t be long until she fucked her godson as she had considered during the first time they had ever met.

Although Angel had seen Evan a few times as an infant, it wasn’t until after Evan’s mother had died that Angel was really introduced to him. The meeting was unceremonious and took place at the footsteps of Evan’s childhood home.

As Angel approached the door, she didn’t know what to expect. No one knew she was coming and she had had almost no contact with her godson or his dad in 14 years. Certainly she wasn’t expecting to be welcomed with opened arms, but she was hoping that the distance that she had traveled to be there would make up for the fact that she hadn’t called first.

Angel walked up the flower lined walkway.  She had never been there before but this was the type of place where she always imagined Evan’s mother, her childhood best friend, would live. The only thing that was missing from the craftsman home was a white picket fence. The person that Evan’s mom had become was very different from the woman Angel knew, but Angel always knew that a suburban goddess existed somewhere in her.

Angel knocked on the front door not knowing who would respond. And when a 14-year-old boy with mid-neck length wavy dark hair and smooth creamy skin answered, she was taken aback.

“You look so much like your mom,” she said unable to stop herself.

The boy on the other side of the door froze at what he heard.

Angel couldn’t help but examine the boy from head to toe. His hazel eyes were soft and compassionate. His lanky build was covered in a loose fitting tee shirt and appropriately fitting jeans. And despite the fact that the rest of him looked like a 14-year-old boy, his flip-flop framed feet resembled that of a man’s.

It was Evan’s cheekbones, chin and eyes though that most reminded Angel of her friend. Those were the features that drew her uncontrollably to her godson.

“Um, thank you,” Evan eventually said looking at the woman uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry,” Angel offered seeing his discomfort. “I’m your godmother, Aunt Angel.”

She looked into Evan’s eyes as it became his turn to examine her.

“We’ve spoken on the phone,” Angel said hoping to jog his memory.

“Aunt Angel?” he asked looking to spark his glimmer of recognition.

“You were about 7. You told me that you were excited about going on a vacation to Bermuda.”

“The Bahamas,” he quickly corrected feeling his memory of the conversation coming back to him.

“Oh that’s right. You had just come back from shopping for your trip. Do you remember?”

Angel watched as a flash of recognition shot across Evan’s face.

“Oh yeah!” he said with a glowing smile.

“My god you look like your mother,” Angel said again seeing his white teeth and the way his face folded around them.

Evan’s smile diminished but didn’t go away.

“Is your dad home?”

“No he’s not. He should be home soon.”

“When do you suppose?”

“In about an hour. Would you like to come in and wait for him?” Evan offered with more hospitality than she thought she deserved considering how neglectful she had been as a godmother.

Angel leaned forward and peered into the house. The inside was as traditionally decorated as the outside had led her to believe, and it was that suburban goddess interior that made Angel hesitate.

“I have an even better idea. I just got into town and I was about to visit the place where your mother and I first met? It’s not too far if you want to go, and I can get you back before your dad gets home.”

“OK,” Evan replied not even giving the idea a second of thought.

“Great,” Angel replied surprised. “Do you wanna head out now?”

“Yeah, I can go.”

Evan took a step outside and closed the door behind him.

“Did you wanna call your dad, or leave a note or something?”

“No that’s cool. Where did you and my mom meet?”

Angel looked down at her godson taken back by his receptiveness toward her. She suspected that it had to do with an innate trust that he had in either; people in general or her in particular. Either way, Angel saw more of her friend’s qualities in her godson. And now that she had met him, she was going to have a hard time leaving him again.

 When they arrived at the beach they parked and walked down the pier to the small carnival rides built above the rippling waves that rolled onto the beach.

“I’ve been here with my mom,” Evan offered nostalgically.

“Oh yeah?” Angel asked curiously.

“Yeah. Coming here would always make her sad.”

Angel turned back toward the lone rollercoaster ride not knowing how to respond. Cutting through the flood of people, Angel stopped at the back of the line to the coaster.

“Right here. This is where we met. We were about your age and we were both here by ourselves. Taking day trips by myself were pretty routine for me, but for your mom it was an adventure. Your mom was pretty sheltered as a kid and coming here by herself was the most exciting thing she had ever done,” Angel concluded with a gentle smile.