"Okay, Henrietta", said Donna, "I must be leaving."

Donna was a middle-aged, dark-skinned housewife. She had brown eyes, a slim nose, and pink lips. Her black hair was wrapped into a bun. She was wearing a puffy, black coat with jeans and black boots.

Donna turned to her son, who was sitting on the tan, plaid couch, and waved at him. "Goodbye, Louis."

"Bye", replied Louis.

Louis was six years old with an average body and the same skin tone as Donna. He had a full head of black hair, brown eyes, and a sharp nose. He was wearing a long-sleeve, black button-up shirt, with jeans and black sneakers. His mother had dropped him off at her sister, Henrietta's, house for a visit.

"Okay, Donna, goodbye", said Henrietta.

Henrietta was a fat woman with short, gray hair. She had red lips, brown eyes, and a wide nose. She was wearing a green sweater with black pants and black slippers.

Donna opened the white door and walked out of the house. Henrietta closed the door and lock the top and bottom locks. Donna honked the horn of her silver BMW and drove into the empty road. As soon as the car was out of sight, Henrietta bent over, in front of Louis, and gave him a very lewd kiss on the lips.

Wrapping her arms around her nephew, the woman nearly devoured his face, kissing his cheeks, forehead, and lips, moving to a different spot after every peck. Giggling, Louis held on to her shoulders, trying to keep from falling over. When she finally stopped, Louis' face was covered in lipstick marks.

"Come on, little man", said Henrietta, "let's go upstairs and play." Cradling him in both arms, she carried Louis up the wooden stairs. When they reached the top, she walked through the open door and tossed him on the bed.

Louis landed in the center of the white-sheeted bed, with a bounce, and watched his aunt lock the door. Henrietta then made her way to the bed and got on her knees, beside him.

"How's my favorite nephew today?", she asked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Fine", he grinned. When all of the clear buttons were undone, he sat up and pulled his arms out of the shirt.

The shirt fell limp behind him. Henrietta then untied his sneakers and tossed them aside, before doing the same to his white socks. Next, she unbuttoned his jeans and opened the flaps, revealing his white, underwear. Louis laid back and lifted his legs, allowing her to pull the jeans off. He had a small tent in his underwear.

"Now, you undress me", said Henrietta.

Louis stood up and grabbed the right sleeve of her shirt. She pulled her arm out, and they did the same with the other sleeve. He then tossed it aside, off the bed. Henrietta wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were the size of grapefruits, with quarter-sized nipples. The two of them sat there; him, in his underwear, and her, in her pants.

Gently, Henrietta pushed Louis on his back and crawled over him. Her heavy breasts swung from side to side as she positioned herself so that they were above him. A soft tit hit him in the face with the impact of a pillow being swung in a pillow fight. He lifted his head and kissed the left tit. Then, he licked the sides of it.

Moaning, Henrietta caressed her nephew's face and ran her fingers through his hair. Louis held her right tit with both hands and sucked on the nipple. His tongue swirled all over the nub, wetting it with his saliva. He then squeezed the breast hard, causing her to gasp.

With his left hand, Louis palmed his aunt's left tit and rotated his arm, making her tit flesh jiggle. His hand went faster and faster, as if trying to twist it off. On her other tit, he began to bite on the nipple, occasionally pulling on it with his teeth. Sometimes, he would lift his head, bite the nipple, and pull it down as he lowered his head.

Henrietta's hand slowly moved down Louis' right arm, to his ribs, and to his hip, before her fingertips disappeared inside the front waistband of his underwear. With her middle and ring fingers, she gently stroked his little cock up and down. In response, he held onto her right breast and sucked on the nipple, as if he was being breastfed. The breast popped out of his mouth and slid down his stomach when she moved downward, to look at his penis.

"Wow, Louis! You grew even bigger than the last time I saw you!", Henrietta gushed in mock surprise, like all stereotypical aunts do. It was really only the length of a toothpick. She then put it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.

Henrietta opened her mouth and lapped up her nephew's sack. To his surprise, she used her tongue to put the whole thing in her mouth, letting it rest on her bottom teeth. Gently, her mouth closed on his cock and she had them both in her hot mouth at once. She would suck them both at once, running her tongue all over them. Her tongue went in between them, moistening the underside of his cock and the top of his sack.

Just then, Louis began to make short, quick gasping sounds. Grinning, Henrietta focused her eyes on him and ran her tongue over his piss slit. Hands shaking, he held her head, caressing her short hair, and slowly bucked his hips. Her tongue swirled all over the head of his cock, until it throbbed in her mouth.

Louis' whole body went stiff. His cock bounced against the roof of Henrietta's mouth in a dry orgasm. Being only six years old, he had no sperm to shoot. The woman nonetheless praised him for the efforts.