My Nephew Has Got A Problem
While on an important call, it happened. I tried to get up and move out of his line of fire, but he was standing so close to the couch that I couldn't; at least not without a fight, and that would surely have alerted my boss. After spewing some additional cum on my arms, my skirt and my bare legs, he shook his cock around a bit and then walked back into the kitchen.
He did not just do that! I said to myself as I jumped up and looked down at my clothes and skin. I paced around the living room, staying clear of Malcolm till the phone call was over: he was going to get one hell of an earful as soon as I got off the phone!
By the time I did – nearly fifteen minutes later – his cum had all but dried up and his blatant transgression already seemed less critical, but still, I wasn't going to stand for this! I stormed up to the guestroom, barging in and found him playing with his phone.
"Look, you pervert." I shouted. "I don't know what disgusting little game you're playing here, but it ends here and now... if you feel the need to pump your cock and empty your balls, you do it in private! You don't do in front of me, and certainly not on me. Is that understood?"
"Yes aunt Erin." he replied. Although he sounded sincere, nothing about his body language or behavior indicated that he was the least bit sorry. "I just got so horny when..."
"I don't wanna hear it Malcolm." I interrupted him. "Stay in your room for the rest of the day!"
And with that, I walked out of the guest room, slamming the door shut. As I walked into the bathroom and took off my cum stained skirt and blouse, I realized that I wouldn't be able to enforce his imprisonment if he challenged it. Luckily, he didn't. After using a wash cloth to clean his dried up cum off my skin and throwing my soiled clothes in the hamper, I put on some sweat pants and a loose t-shirt and went downstairs to watch some tv. Malcolm wisely hid in his room as requested, and except for hearing him fix himself a sandwich around dinner time, I couldn't even tell he was there.
Around 10pm, I woke up – I must have dozed off during the movie – as I felt something on my face; I opened my eyes and noticed Malcolm stepping away from me, holding his big cock. When I noticed a bead of cum hanging from his purple mushroom head, I feared the worst. Out of the reflex, not really thinking things through, I put my hand on my face and felt his thick, warm cum clinging to my face: needless to say, it was a lot! Except for my eyes, which he had apparently skillfully avoided, nearly all of it was drenched. Baffled by his audacity, I looked at him, then at my hand briefly – part of me still not believing what I knew had happened – and jumped up, running towards the kitchen, screaming: "You fucking brat!"
After rinsing off my face and washing away his cum, I used the kitchen towel to dry off my face and stormed back into the living room. He was just standing there, holding his shrinking – but still impressive cock – just looking at me. It was clear that he wasn't the least bit worried about my reaction!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed. "I told you this morning that your behavior was not acceptable, and that was just for you cumming on my clothes. Now you're cumming in my fucking face?! What the hell is wrong with you, you little shit?"
"I am sorry aunt Erin." he said.
"Don't give me that crap! This is the fourth time you've cum in my vicinity and the third time you've cum ON me... IN LESS THAN A DAY... I don't know what you are, but you're definitely not sorry! Get out of my sight." I shouted.
As he started walking out of the living room, I added: "And I assure you, there will be hell to pay when your mother gets back, you perverted little fuck!" My god, he had gotten me so angry. My sister is definitely going to hear about this.