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My Nephew

By: MLabonte



This started awhile ago _ and is on-going. I've always been naughty, but now, in my early thirties, I find myself giving in to my sexual urges, and acting out my fantasies, more frequently ... actually, much more frequently. This is proof.

I'll never claim I didn't know better _ or that I shouldn't have let any of it happen. But it couldn't have happened unless I wanted it to, unless I participated, unless I took the initiative. It would have stayed naughty, maybe, but innocent. 

This thing with my nephew actually started fairly innocently. My nephew is young. But not too young. He is a typical teenage boy. He often stays with me on weekends. His father, my brother, is often on the road because of his work. Sometimes, on the weekends, my sister joins her husband _ and, for years, when that happens, he stays at my house. I live only a few blocks from their home. This way, he isn't alone, but he also isn't far away from his friends. 

Until very recently, it never even occurred to me to wonder why he never balked at staying with me. He's certainly old enough to be on his own for a weekend, but he not only has never objected, he has always seemed so eager I never gave it any thought. 

I'm divorced and live along. I am bi-sexual. I have a slight preference for women, actually, but I do date men _ so I am NOT unfamiliar with the way they are. In fact, if my ex-husband had been willing to accept the fact that I simply need another woman every once in awhile _ and I told him this before we were married _ then we probably would still be together. To make it easier for him, I even told him I would be willing to share whenever possible. He couldn't handle it.

But that's another story.

My nephew is ALWAYS trying to look down my blouse, up my skirt. The things a boy that age often does. In fact, the very things most men I have dated try to do. I had been aware of it for awhile. I just didn't give it a lot of thought. I probably should have, but I didn't. Bad me!

He is young enough not to be terribly subtle. Pretty typical, I think, for a high school senior about to graduate. But it also is obvious he has been sheltered. He is a young 18, not terribly worldly _ and I would bet money, lots of it, that he still is a virgin. 

At first, I was a little shocked, and tried to be very careful around him. Dressing rather demurely, sitting carefully, that kind of thing. I kept reminding myself: You are his aunt. He IS your brother's son. 

But he was so predictable it became amusing to me. But I have to admit, at least to you and myself, that it also began turning me on, the way I would catch him looking at me. Not at first, not right away. But the more conscious I became of it, the more I became aware of his sexuality. And as I suddenly became more aware of his sexuality, the more it turned me on. 

Somehow, at some point, and I don't really know when or how, I found myself fantasizing about the possibilities. Maybe just daydreaming, initially, but it didn't stop there. I was shocked, maybe even appalled, the first time I found myself fantasizing about him walking in on me while masturbating. I was thinking of something else, and suddenly, in my perverted mind, it was him watching me, he was naked, touching himself, and I came ... God, did I have a climax. The aftershocks seemed not to want to end.

As naughty as I have been, I don't think I was prepared for that reaction. I had never even consciously thought of it going any further. Ever. But suddenly it had happened _ I had crossed a line, and the result was an earth-shaking climax.

The following weekend, from the moment he arrived, I was painfully aware of his every glance. And, for the first time, I found myself teasing, just a little, and paying very close attention to the reaction. 

I could have worn jeans, or shorts, as I normally would on Friday night, but, instead, I never changed out of my work clothes: A skirt. A relatively short skirt. I knew it caught his attention right away. And I undid two buttons at the top of my blouse, knowing, because I checked in the mirror, that it would afford a teasing view ... Why? Because I wanted to turn him on. Just like he had turned me on. I thought it would be exciting, fun, and I would go to bed and have a marvelous time later with my Rabbit. 

After all, it was just a fantasy. And nothing was going to happen. I knew that, because, after all, I was in control.

Good theory. But almost immediately, he was looking. And I didn't have to work very hard to catch him looking. I knew right away it was turning me on. And while serving dinner, at one point, I leaned across the table, leaning forward, knowing I was giving him a very good look down my blouse. 

I didn't even try to be demure. Now, I WANTED him to look. I wanted to see his reaction. And by the time I got around to serving dessert, I could SEE his reaction. Oh, yes. It was an obvious one, when I looked down at his jeans. 

I had picked up a couple of movies for after dinner, something fairly common when he was over. I took the couch, knowing he would take the chair opposite me. I flashed a lot of leg, and thigh, during the movie. I know he spent more time watching me then he did watching the movie. Neither of us would have passed a quiz on it. But I was very turned on. And very aware of his efforts to keep me from seeing the bulge in the front of his jeans. I just didn't let him off easy, making him get up in front of me as we said our good nights. He was very embarrassed _ and I pretended not to notice. I took a perverse pleasure thinking he would be going to his room jerking off to thoughts of his auntie _ while his auntie was just a short distance away masturbating to fantasies of him.

I was just so unbelievably horny. I came three times wondering what he was doing in the other room. And, in the morning, I was appalled by my actions. Why? Because I didn't want to be "good" anymore, I wanted to be naughty. I wanted to tease him mercilessly. 

I waited until dinner, and changed into a low cut tank top, no bra, and made it a point to lean over _ a lot _ while serving him. His eyes were glued to my breasts. My nipples, as I got more and more turned on, got harder, and were quite noticeable through my top. 

He was too young to be subtle at all. And I was too turned on to give a damn.

By the time I served dessert, my panties were soaking wet, and I had seen his hard-on bulging in his jeans _ again. It was bigger than I had expected _ and that only excited me more.

That evening we watched some TV, or I should say, I watched TV. He watched me. I was wearing a skirt again and I was back on the couch. My skirt was even shorter than the night before _ so I was showing A LOT of thigh. He had trouble looking away. And that only turned me on more. When I decided it was time to go to bed, I made it a point of giving him a quick panty flash. You wouldn't have believed his face. I pretended not to notice.

It took three more climaxes to calm me down.

Until Sunday. When I went in to strip the bed. I know cum stains. I've seen more than a few. It was clear he had had a series of mighty explosions after going to bed. I was so turned on, I stripped naked and masturbated right there, on the sheets he had cum on. It REALLY turned me on knowing he left me and probably jerked off thinking about me.

But I will tell you the truth: The experience shocked even me, a little more than I expected, and I decided that I needed to cool it before it got out of hand. I spent the entire week telling myself that. And it lasted until I went into the room he used to put the sheets back on the bed Thursday after work.

That's when I got a huge shock. As I lifted the mattress to put on the fitted sheet. And discovered a pair of my panties under the mattress. Used panties. And someone had cum on them. And I didn't have to guess who. 

My panties. 

Somehow, at some point, he had gotten into my bedroom, into the master bath, into my hamper, and come out with my panties.

It didn't take long for the shock to give way to something more familiar. I can't even begin to tell you how turned on I was. I don't know when he did it, but I sure wondered what turned him on more, my panties, or the fact that I had worn them, my girl smells, I had no clue, but I was really, really turned on now. 

I knew right then the game would continue. Friday night. If anything truly shocked me, it was the absolute knowledge that I didn't want the game to stop. I wanted, needed, to know how far it, or I, would go. 

My Nephew Ch. 02



From the moment I discovered my used panties under the mattress of the bed in my guest room, I could think of nothing but my nephew _ and what would come next. I became almost obsessed with how I would tease him.

Slowly I devised a plan.

It was so naughty, it shocked even me.

But it was something I thought would drive him out of his mind, and turn me on too, but one where I could claim innocence if I wanted to do so. Mind you, I'm definitely not innocent _ and I certainly didn't think I would want to pretend I was, but I needed to rationalize my very unhealthy and growing interest in my nephew.

I still didn't know, and had spent a lot of time considering, whether I was getting off more on the exhibitionism, or the fact that it was my nephew I was teasing. I always have had a streak of exhibitionism and I've never tried to shy away from it. I like being looked at. I work hard to stay in shape. I enjoy my body immensely _ and I make no secret of it. Masturbation, for me, is a daily ritual. 

But despite that, my nephew was young, in his senior year in high school, not anywhere near as worldly as he should be by his age, very handsome, if with a slim, boyish body. There was something of that in it, too, I knew. The innocence. The boyishness. Did I merely want to be a modern version of Mrs. Robinson? Did I want a virgin? And I did believe, completely, that he was still a virgin.

I probably should have thought of all those concerns and issues a lot more than I did. 

Instead, I concentrated on my plan to drive him right out of his mind with lust. If he wanted to get a good look at his auntie, then I had a plan that would make that happen.

I got out of work early Friday and picked him up after school. I had a couple of errands to run, and then we went out for pizza. I was dressed VERY demurely. I had determined this was going to be a very quiet _ and uneventful _ evening. I wanted to prolong the anticipation ... the new day would bring an unforgettable experience, I hoped, for both of us.

Over pizza, I asked him if he was planning on being around in the morning, since I could use his help. He said, "No problem." 

Then I set the stage.

I told him I wanted to rearrange the shelves over my refrigerator and would need him to hold the ladder. They were tough to reach, even if you took the trouble to move out the refrigerator. I could never understand why any builder, why anyone, in fact, would ever put cabinets OVER the refrigerator. I didn't know anyone who actually could reach them. They inevitably became a home for nothing, for things you hardly ever used, or things you never used. I couldn't even remember what I had put up there _ but I knew they were crammed full.

And it was time to clean them out. 

While standing on a ladder.

A ladder that my nephew was holding from below.

Get the picture?

Now, consider that I wore a loose top. And no bra. Just in case I had to lean forward, by accident, of course, for any reason.

And I knew I would have to do that, more than once, I was sure.

To make it even more interesting, I wore a skirt. 

Yes, I was going UP the ladder in a skirt. Jeans wouldn't work. What would you see? Tight shorts would afford an excellent view of my ass, and I had one pair that would achieve a perfect camel toe look, but they just weren't revealing enough. Not for this exhibitionist. Not for this opportunity. Not to fulfill this fantasy. 

I completed the wardrobe with a red thong. A skimpy red thong that would cover my shaved pussy _ and that was all it would cover. In the mirror, I determined the look was perfect. When I put the mirror on the floor, to see what my nephew would see, I immediately got turned on looking at the view! And I KNEW what it looked like. I played with it often enough. I could well imagine what HIS reaction would be.

I knew he could see anything and everything on the Internet, but this would be better, I was confident. First, I was real. Second, I was his aunt. Third, I was a damn good looking woman. Four, I wasn't going to try and hide anything from his wandering eyes. Fourth, no real guy, never mind a teenager, is going to be looking up any woman's skirt without getting turned on. 

And I planned to give him the view of a lifetime. I wanted him fulfilling his absolutely wildest fantasies by looking at my ass and barely covered pussy. 

And look he did! Before I got anywhere near the refrigerator. Before I even got the ladder out. 

I could see his mind working over the reality that I was standing there in a skirt. That I was going to be on a ladder. That he was going to be down below. Looking UP! It was written all over his face. And, in an increasingly pronounced way, on the bulge slowly growing in his jeans. I think I would have seen it even if I hadn't been looking for it. It was pretty hard to hide, though he was trying.

I had him get the ladder and set it up in front of the refrigerator. I knew I would have to lean forward to reach the cabinets. Naughty. So naughty! 

I actually stalled. Chatting, getting a drink of water. Prolonging it. For both of us. I was so turned on I was shaking. Way back in my mind, a little voice kept saying, "You don't have to do it. You can stop this now."

I ignored it.

And slowly, slowly, went up the ladder, with him right below me. One step. Two steps. Three. And on the fourth step, I knew he could see right up my skirt. 

I moved around enough on the ladder, and really took my time, to be sure he enjoyed peeks from every angle. I looked down to catch him staring up my skirt several times, and didn't try to hide anything. I was truly turned on.

I removed a couple of things I knew I would never need or use, stepped down a couple of steps, and bent over to hand them to him. I knew he could see my breasts. If I had had any doubt, the way he was staring at them would have reassured me instantly. And he was so busy looking, he didn't even attempt to hide the hard-on bulging in his jeans.

I went back up. Removed some more things. This time, I just turned around on the ladder, so he had to reach up. I then "accidently" dropped a couple of small wicker baskets I had been trying to hand to him. I was apologizing and he was looking up at me telling me no problem _ as he looked right up my skirt at the thin patch of crimson covering my pussy. No lie; he almost choked. His voice was so husky he could barely talk. His face was as red as my thong. 

I put some new shelf paper in the cabinets and realized I couldn't stall much longer. My panties were soaking wet, and I was certain he could see that. If I could feel the wetness, then I knew it must be very, very visible. The only question I had was if even knew what that meant.

This had been my plan, my entire plan. I really hadn't thought any further than this. As I was preparing to come down off the ladder, I had no idea what would happen next. Now, truthfully, I would have to admit if he reached up and touched me, I doubt seriously I would have had the control to stop him. I probably would have submitted right then and there. But I was certain that wasn't going to happen. He wasn't ready ... yet ...

And I knew I could control my urges, though I really wasn't sure I wanted to do that. All those thoughts were racing through my head.

And then, I was at the bottom of the ladder. 

And I turned around, and my eyes went immediately to his hard-on. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to ride it. I wanted to make him cum, watch it shoot out all over.

He saw where I was looking. He turned bright, bright red, even darker than the crimson of my thong. My soaking wet thong. 

And then I felt guilty. Like I was torturing him for my own personal pleasure. 

That's when I became the very naughtiest aunt possible. I couldn't help myself.

I wasn't going to do anything. 

It was supposed to stop there.

But I couldn't. 

I was too turned on. 

Still looking at his bulging cock, I suggested maybe he should go do something about "his problem." 

And that maybe I could help. 

I looked right at him and said, "I know you seem to like my panties." I told him I had found the pair under the mattress, and before he could die, and he looked like he was going to, I very quickly added, "And it really turned me on to think that my panties excited you so much ..."

Then, with him staring at me open-mouthed, I reached up the sides of my skirt and slowly started sliding the thong off. Slowly. Looking right at him. And I said, "So maybe you would like to take these with you?" as I let them slip down to my ankles. I stepped out one foot, then the next, bent, picked them up, and handed them to him.

My skirt had covered me as I removed them, so he really didn't see anything. He had seen more looking up my skirt with the thong on. But I swear his hard-on doubled in size as I picked them off the floor and handed them to him, looking right at him the whole time.

I told him there wasn't anything wrong with masturbation, in fact knowing that he was looking up aunty's skirt turned me on, too, and I was going to my room to do something about it and so should he. 

I later found the cum-covered panties on the floor of his room.

I took him out to dinner that night, and we went to the mall shopping. I really wanted to play it safe. But, I also made it a point to do a lot of bending, a couple of times when he was in front of me, flashing panties in public, brushing against him, little things to keep him turned on. And it worked. And it kept me turned on. 

I had no idea where this would go, but it already had crossed most of the lines I had set for myself. 

When we got home, he went to his room and I went to mine _ but just long enough to take off my panties. 

And then I knocked on his door. 

And when he opened it, I asked him if he wanted the panties I had been wearing. 

The look on his face was unbelievable. He didn't say anything. He took them, I closed his door, went back to my room and fucked myself silly ...



My Nephew Ch. 03



As you can imagine, I had an entire week of masturbatory bliss after teasing my nephew mercilessly to consider what would happen next. I didn't waste a minute in considering all of my options.

Yes, I knew it was wrong. Yes. I knew I should put a stop to it. Yes. Yes., Yes. 

But despite that, I simply was having too damn much fun. This was like being back in high school, teasing, pleasing a little, teasing some more, without really knowing how far I would go before yelling, "Chicken!" as loud as I could. 

Despite everything, I still considered this to be innocent fun. Nothing overtly sexual had happened. I hadn't fucked my nephew. I hadn't taken him into my mouth, sucking every last drop from him. I hadn't even touched him _ or let him touch me. In my mind, it was still very, very naughty, but innocent. As President Bill Clinton had noted, it's all a matter of how you define sex. I liked his view. It seemed to fit the situation _ and my mood. 

And there hadn't been the slightest hint my nephew wanted me to stop. Au contrair ...

He was sending every possible signal he was enjoying this as much as I was, maybe, even more!

I actually needed his help the following weekend. I had some serious yard work I needed to get done. Hot, sweaty yard work.

I figured I could offset the unpleasantness by carefully choosing my work clothes: Tight shorts. A low-cut top. No bra. If I gave him something good to look at, I figured he might work harder (no, silly, NOT that way!) and we would get done quicker. 

I wasn't wrong!

When he came into the kitchen, Saturday morning I knew instantly I had done the right thing. His eyes nearly popped out. Did I say these were TIGHT shorts? Cut high? Very high? They did seem to get his attention. And in nothing flat, looking at him looking at me made my nipples quite obviously hard. Even if he couldn't see how wet I was getting from his looks, I knew I couldn't hide my nipples, and didn't want to, from his overt gaze. And he couldn't hide the bulge growing in his jeans, which I took great pleasure in noticing. .

It was immediately obvious this would be a most enjoyable day from a purely erotic standpoint, work or no work. And, that, after all, is almost as much fun as cumming!

I must admit, however, I was a little surprised by just how overt he was in looking at me.

He didn't try to pretend he wasn't looking. If I looked at him, he didn't look away. That was new. 

He obviously was enjoying himself _ and equally obviously had concluded that I wasn't going to object. He hadn't missed what I had said last weekend when I came down off the ladder. He knew I had been putting on a show ... just for him. And now he looked like he intended to enjoy it.

Which, of course, was just fine with me.

We worked hard. In fact, hard enough, that after awhile, neither of us was thinking about sex, only getting the work down. We were covered in dirt and sweat, hardly sexy. It was 2:30 when we finally finished up.

I suggested we both take time for a shower before getting something to eat, first, because we were filthy, and second, because I hurt all over from the bending, pulling, twisting and stretching. He quickly agreed, heading off for his room while I went to mine.

After a long hot shower, I gave some serious thought to what to wear. After all, I would never have gotten the work done if my nephew hadn't been there to help. So, I fugured, he deserved a reward. I chose a short skirt and scoop top. No bra. I would let him peek to his heart's content, I decided. 

Frankly, I WANTED him to peek to his heart's content. That very hot thought was sufficient to soak my panties.

I had planned what I was going to wear for the yard work quite deliberately. I wanted to arouse him _ and I had. Not to mention that I managed to arouse myself at the same time. But I really hadn't planned beyond that and had no idea how the rest of the day and evening would progress. Right now, I was sore _ and hungry, and I imagined he was too.

I had made some lobster salad and some shrimp salad the night before, and, since I was enjoying a very nice Riesling, I poured him a glass as well. After making short work of the salads, I poured both of us another glass of wine. I knew we weren't going out again, so I figured, "What the hell!" 

Then, intending nothing, I mentioned how sore I was from all the yard work. 

He asked if a back rub would help.

Before I could think, I felt the tingle shooting through my body. My brain seized on the potential immediately after my body already had grasped the possibilities. My mouth was far behind ... slowly, way too slowly, agreeing, "That's a great idea. I'd love it!" 

Then, he told me he was pretty good at it, or at least his mother said so. He immediately had my attention, and not just for the massage. I wondered about his mother, in fact, and her back rubs _ and what she might be thinking. 

My sister is a beautiful woman. She has a magnificent body. And once, in my kitchen, not too long ago, when she was seriously inebriated, she asked me what it was I really liked about sleeping with other women. She made very clear that she was curious. I told her. And I even kissed her, on the lips. She didn't pull away.

She knew of my interest in women. Unfortunately, the opportunity had not presented itself again. But I would be a liar not to admit that I had wondered, to a wet pussy, what it might be like to sleep with my brother's wife. 

I also knew that her curiosity very likely implied she was a horny lady. And now, I wondered, just what might her interest be in her son? 

The thought was deliciously tantalizing. In fact, it made me immediately more conscious of my wetness.

By now, I was settled on the couch, with my nephew seated behind me. I almost immediately felt his hands on my shoulders. It was electrifying. Little shivers ran through me, as he gently kneaded my shoulder muscles.

An involuntary little moan escaped me. It felt so wonderful. His hands were strong, but gentle, as they worked the muscles and tendons. 

I felt myself enjoying it ... too much.

In fact, so much, that I asked him to let me lie down on the couch while he continued. I also knew that working behind me now, with me down, he would have a much better opportunity to admire my legs. And my thighs. And my ass, which I always felt was one of my best features. In fact, the position afforded him an excellent opportunity to look up my skirt, be he so inclined. He really had nice, strong hands and fingers. I wondered what those fingers might feel like on, and in, my pussy! He worked my muscles like an expert. I felt myself relaxing, surrendering to his touch. My neck, my shoulders already felt much better. I encouraged him to move lower on my back.

He was quite enthusiastic with his massage, but I slowly became conscious of the fact that he wasn't taking full advantage of the situation. His hands would brush my sides, come close to the sides of my breasts, but no further. His hands would slide down to the small of my back, but always stopped before venturing lower, into more interesting territory.

I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I had given him my wet panties. I had let him stare up my skirt to his heart's content. I had encouraged him to jerk off _ and made sure he had a hard-on _ fairly frequently. Yet he wasn't taking a single liberty. Despite the fact that I was here, resting on a couch, bra-less, in a short skirt, showing a lot of thigh _ and quite wet.

Now this was a dilemma for me. 

Really.

How did I get him to take the next step, get him to be deliciously frisky, get him to take advantage of me, without me having to make all the moves? I wanted HIM to make the move.

So I compromised. 

I made a move, providing another opportunity.

I suggested he massage my legs, because they, too, hurt. He moved down, and I shifted enough on the couch to get my skirt to ride a little higher on my thighs. Maybe a lot higher, but I couldn't tell for sure. And then I put a leg in his lap.

Well, THAT move sent shivers racing through my body, because my foot was now resting on his very obvious hard-on! I moved my foot. His hard-on jumped. And he very quickly took my foot away from the trouble spot and started massaging it.

If I had questioned his interest in our little game, that thought was gone for good. But he was interminably slow. He worked my foot. First one. Then the other. He moved to my calf. First one. Then the other. He moved ever so slowly up past my knee, but well below where I would have liked his hands to be. He worked the muscles. He worked them so well, I felt obligated to shift a little more, opening my legs, and my thighs, just a little more, hoping he might notice how wet I was, how much I wanted more.

Unfortunately, he got 6 inches up my thigh ... and stopped. He actually stopped! My brain was screaming: "Take his hands and put them on your pussy! Do it now!" But I couldn't. And I didn't. 

Instead, I turned over, on my back, and asked him to do the fronts of my legs. And now I could SEE him staring at my exposed panties! And I could see his hard-on. It looked so delicious. He started slowly, moving up one leg, just up to my inner thigh, and then to the other. 

I opened my legs just a little more.

His eyes were transfixed. Right were I wanted them to be, but his hands kept stopping short. 

I managed to move a foot back into his lap, making contact with his hard-on. I touched it with my foot. He jumped, but he didn't stop me. I moved my foot. He groaned. His eyes remained fixed on my panties, with the growing wet spot quite visible. He made no move. I shifted my foot against him again.

And he came. Cum oozing through his jeans. A gasp escaping his lips. His body shuddering with pleasure. My foot was in his cum, still moving. He said nothing. I sat up. I kissed him, first on the cheek, then the lips. I kissed him again, and he responded. 

Returning the kiss, I moved my hand down to the mess in his jeans. I told him I was a very naughty aunt to have done that to him, but I hoped he enjoyed it as much as I did. I kissed him again. 

And then, ever the businesslike aunt, I told him to get up quickly, remove his jeans and underwear and let me get them into the washing machine "so there wouldn't be any stains."

He blushed, but he let me unsnap and unzip his jeans, and slowly slide them down. He was still hard, obviously so, and initially stopped me when I tried to remove his briefs. But as I slipped them down, and as his cock sprang out, he seemed to relax a little. I touched him, his hardness, stroked him, looked right at him, and suggested that after dinner, he had to tell me more about his massages of his mother ...



My Nephew Ch. 04



After the sizzling encounter between my foot and my nephew's boy toy on the couch, I needed a cold shower to cool down.

Actually, I took a warm shower: And made sure it was long enough to ensure that my soaping of a certain part of my anatomy involved enough rubbing to deliver the climax I desperately needed.

I was successful, as you might imagine. After all, my hand is not lacking in practice. And I didn't need the soap for lubrication. I could close my eyes and still feel his cum gushing through his jeans and around my foot.

I hoped for a repeat after dinner, but I really wanted to hear much more _ much, much more _ about his relationship with his mother, particularly the back rubs. 

For obvious reasons, the mere thought was turning me on, even though I had just gotten off!

Truth be told, I couldn't wait until after dinner. While I was still cooking, I rather innocently asked him how long he had been giving his mother back rubs and massages.

I couldn't tell if I was surprised or not when he said not long, that it had started fairly recently, just a couple of months ago when she came home from work cranky, tired and sore. 

I could understand that, but the timing was close to the encounter she and I had in the kitchen. Interesting.

Could it just be coincidental? 

I'm not much of a believer in coincidence. And it wouldn't have matter, anyway. I just had to know more; I couldn't let it go.

I asked him when it all began, his interest, in me, in his mother, and he conceded it was all very recent, since he turned 18, during his senior year of high school, but admitted he didn't know how or why it suddenly developed. "Nothing has happened, anyway," he said. Nothing. Yet.

I thought about it all through dinner, as we made small talk. I thought about what he might be thinking about my sister, his mother. I thought about him looking up his mother's skirt. I thought about him looking down her blouse. I thought about him jerking off with her panties. And by the end of dinner, I was just about sitting in a puddle of my own making.

I couldn't believe I had thought my experiences with my nephew might have been unique, that he would not have noticed his mother, admittedly beautiful, if he was noticing me. I should have thought of it. But I didn't. He is 18, after all. How many 18-year-old virgins do YOU know? Yet here he was, suddenly, at 18, caught between two beautiful older women, one an aunt, one his mother. 

My ego had run away with me, but now, as I thought about everything, the prospects were so much more alluring, so much hotter, I could barely stand it.

I continued talking about nothing while I cleared off the table and loaded the dishwasher, mostly so he couldn't escape before I decided what to do next, but I definitely made it worth his while to hang around. 

I made it a point to bend over to load the dishwasher, and surely not in the most ladylike fashion. I knew he liked to look, and I knew he wasn't going very far as long as he had plenty to look at! 

As I finished, I moved up behind him. He was still seated at the table, facing forward. 

I moved up close.

Very close. 

My breasts were pressing into him just below his neck.

I leaned further forward, very close to his ear.

And I whispered, "Do you like to look up your mother's skirt?"

He turned purple, or at least a deep, deep crimson.

He sputtered.

He stuttered.

"No, of course, not, I mean she's my MOTHER!," he said, almost screaming it out.

Still leaning forward, pressing my breasts into him, whispering into his ear, I said, "And I'm your aunt. So what does that have to do with it?"

Could he possibly have gotten any redder? I would have bet not, but I could see it with my own eyes.

"Do you like to look up your mother's skirt?," I whispered again, breathing into his ear. 

I could barely hear his whispered "yes."

"Do you like looking down your mother's blouse?"

Again, a long silence. And a very quiet, "Yes."

"Does she know?"

More silence. Then a quick, "No!," but then hesitation.

"Tell me more ... why did you hesitate?"

He was still at the table, still sitting there looking straight ahead at the wall on the other side, or the surface of the table, his eyes moving from one inanimate surface to the other. 

But I could see down; I could see the bulge in his jeans.

I had no intention of stopping.

"Why did you hesitate? She does know doesn't she?"

Then, slowly, he said, "A couple of weeks ago, after I had given her a quick shoulder massage, we were sitting in the family room talking. She had her legs up, even though she was wearing a skirt. I could see the bottom of her thighs and her panties. And I couldn't stop looking ... I kept trying to look away, but I couldn't. And she was watching me, and I knew she knew, but she didn't move, just sat there smiling at me. And then, all of a sudden, she looked down, said, 'Oh! Oops!' and then put her legs down and said it was time to get dinner started. But I knew she knew I had been looking. I was so embarrassed, but she wasn't. She didn't say anything about it."

He said, "I had looked before. A lot, recently. Like when I was rubbing her back and she was on the couch in a skirt, but nothing like that, and never anything like you, on the ladder." He was bright red again. "This is all so recent, so new," and I could tell he meant it.

"Do you like to think about her when you jerk off?"

"No, of course, not. She's my MOTHER!"

I pressed in even closer: "And I'm your aunt ..."

I could feel his heat, but I could barely hear his faint "yes."

"Yes? Yes, you think of your mother when you masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Do you think of her naked? Have you ever seen her naked?"

"No, never naked."

"But you want to?"

Faintly, "yes ..."

"Do you like her panties?"

"Oh, please, stop! I can't tell you these things. I can't believe we are even talking about them."

"Do you like her panties?"

"Yes." 

"Whose panties did you discover first, mine or hers?"

Again, faintly. "Yours ..." And I knew how recent that was!

"And then you decided to check into her panties?"

"Yes ..." But barely audible.

"You like panties we have worn, right? Not clean ones?"

Again, faintly, "Yes."

"Do you really think that's wrong? Wrong to sniff our panties, cum in them?"

"Yes ..."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I just know it really turns me on ..."

"Then there isn't anything wrong with it, is there?"

"I don't know."

"Have you ever tried to touch your mother when you were rubbing her back, or shoulders, her legs? Tried to touch her breasts? Her thighs? Her ass? Her pussy?"

"God, no, never. I couldn't do that, I wouldn't do that ..."

"Why?"

"I don't know; it just wouldn't be right."

"Do you want to touch her? Tell me the truth. Would you if you could, if she let you?"

So slowly I didn't really think he could answer, he shook his head "no," but then, very quietly, said, "Yes ..."

"Do you think about fucking your mother when you masturbate?"

No answer. Nothing.

"Do you think about fucking your mother when you masturbate?"

Faintly: "Yes ..."

"Have you ever fucked anyone? Anyone at all?"

Hesitation. Then, quietly, "No."

"Not on the computer, but in real life, have you ever seen a woman completely naked?"

So quietly I could barely hear: "No ..."

I leaned even closer to his ear. I let my tongue dart into his ear. He shuddered. And I said, "I think I need a back rub ... Interested?"

Without waiting for an answer, I moved away, heading toward the living room.



My Nephew Ch. 05



I went into the living room, slowly, very slowly. 

I settled myself on the couch, quite primly for me, in fact. 

It seemed almost ludicrous in retrospect, but I actually was a little nervous. Maybe more than a little nervous.

My nephew, on the other hand, was quite enthusiastic, though I wasn't at all sure it was because of the opportunity to get his hands on my body. Again. The first time hadn't been all that aggressive. 

And this time he simply chattered enthusiastically about the great backrubs he gave!

I arranged myself in a very ladylike manner, making sure my skirt was at mid-thigh for maximum impact, but not too high to suggest I was easy!

He began slowly.

And he actually was very, very good on my neck and back. 

Too good.

It was almost possible to forget about the fact that I was turned on, that this was my 18-year-old virgin nephew running his hands over my back and neck, that THIS 18-year-old had been looking up my skirt and down my blouse, often with my secret compliance, for several months, that he had been caught using my panties to masturbate and had admitted doing the same with his mother's panties.

And his mother had been the sister who had once hinted, admittedly after a lot to drink, that she had never slept with another woman, but certainly entertained the thought. Since she knew I was bi-sexual, I thought that message was fairly obvious. But I hadn't acted on it. 

Yet.

And this, by the way, would be the sister who also happened to be a very, very attractive woman, particularly for someone who had an 18-year-old son!

I was OK with all of this, as long as I simply surrendered myself to the pleasure of my nephew's fingers and hands working the muscles and tendons of my neck and upper back.

It was different when I started thinking of all of the naughty sexual possibilities, thoughts that set my juices flowing, created a noticeable wet spot on my panties. 

I knew it was there.

I already could feel it. 

And it would be obvious to anyone peeking up my skirt later, should anyone happen to do that, since I was wearing navy panties _ and navy should make the wet spot very obvious. 

If I started drowning in my own juices from lack of attention later in the evening, I might actually need the navy _ or, at least, a platoon of Marines.

I luxuriated in the feel of his hands.

The massage really felt good.

I suggested he work up, from the small of my back, because that always felt so good. 

He immediately complied.

I made his life more interesting.

His fingers were tangling in the material of my top. 

I pulled it up, mid-back, like a halter top. I couldn't get it much higher right now, anyway, or at least not without being very obvious, very naughty, since the material of the top was tight against my breasts. To move it higher, I would have to deliberately pull it up, over my boobs.

It might happen.

But it wasn't time yet.

Not even close.

He was still all caught up in the massage. 

His hands were minding their own business. 

It was almost frustrating.

I wanted to scream: "Act like a normal 18-year-old, damnit! Let your hands roam over my body. See how far you can get me to go."

But no go. 

It wasn't happening.

Yet. 

And I had the problem with my top, stuck on my boobs.

But just when I really thought this wasn't going well, his hands wandered. 

Off my back.

To both sides.

Moving tentatively, but moving.

Closer to my breasts.

Painfully slowly.

But closer. 

And closer.

Until I felt both hands, one on each side, cup the fleshy globes of my breasts.

And immediately retreat.

I stayed very still. 

No protest from me!

And he moved them both to the small of my back.

They moved up.

And out.

Back to my sides.

Back to the center. 

Up, under my top.

If he had been wondering, he now had determined with absolute certainty that I wasn't wearing a bra. No bra strap. Just bare back under my top.

And his hands moved to home, the small of my back.

Then outward.

To my sides.

Slowly up the sides.

Closer to my breasts.

I shivered when they again reached the fleshy sides of my breasts.

Shivered.

And moaned, softly.

He jumped back.

I whispered. "Don't stop. It feels so good ..."

He worked up my sides again.

Again, his hands moved to the sides of my breasts.

This time, he cupped them from the sides.

I didn't protest.

His hands went to my neck, again working those muscles and tendons, then moved slowly back down. This time, though, they never returned to home port at the small of my back.

This time they diverted, back to my breasts. Lower. Almost under them.

My nipples were hardening under me.

I was entering dangerous territory, but there wasn't any part of me sending any but the most positive, encouraging signals in the direction of my nephew. 

I said nothing. Nothing intelligible, that is. But an idiot couldn't have mistaken the mewing the next time he cupped my breasts.

And this time, his fingers were very, very close to my nipples. 

I was anticipating his touch. So much so, that I simply wanted to grab his hands and put them on my breasts, press my nipples into his palms, beg him to tweak them.

But I didn't.

I waited.

And I was rewarded, a short time later, when yet another pass brought his hands, both of them, under my breasts, feeling my hardened nipples though my top. He held them. Pressed his palms up against them.

I heard myself moan. An obviously pleasurable moan.

He retreated slowly.

And worked the small of my back. 

Again.

Then my neck.

Again.

And my shoulders.

Again.

And, his bravery recharged, his hands again slipped down my sides, upward, on to the sides of my breast. 

I was brazen this time.

I leaned toward my right side, lifting my left breast, just as his hand moved downward. 

Suddenly, it was under my top, on my bare breast, my naked nipple pressing against his hand. 

He jumped.

Literally.

He started to apologize ...

Before he could get the words out, I slipped my top up, over my breasts, over my head. 

His mouth was open. 

He hadn't seen a thing. Not the way I removed the top. But he knew certainly knew it was gone.

I told him to get back to work. 

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He went right back to the task at hand. 

But he obviously hadn't taken my decision to take my top off as a sign to get friskier.

He was a LONG time returning to my breasts.

And again, as he finally got up the nerve for another assault, I turned slightly, as his hand approached my breast, allowing him to slide under and cup it, rock-hard nipple and all. 

I was leaning to my side, absolutely certain he knew I was allowing him to explore this part of my anatomy.

And he wasn't shying away, finally, from the opportunity.

His hands were all over my breast, my nipple.

I turned slightly, so he could see it. 

I had hoped he would seize the opportunity, and take it in his mouth.

But he wasn't going to mover that fast.

And, frankly, I was beginning to enjoy the pace he was setting.

Slow.

Painfully slow.

But very, very erotic.

I broke the spell.

By suggesting I would enjoy a leg massage.

Opportunity.

All he had to do was take advantage of it.

Providing he didn't cum first.

I could see the bulge in his jeans.

God, was he hard! 

But now, I didn't want it to stop. Not too quickly. 

I wanted him to continue his slow, steady exploration of my body.

At his pace.

He had fondled my breasts. 

He had tweaked my nipples.

And I hadn't stopped him.

Now, I had moved him lower. 

The next move was his.

And he started with my feet, removing my shoes, fondling each toe separately.

He took a long time on each foot. 

And then he moved to my calf.

First the right one.

Then the left.

Massaging deep, but tenderly. 

Back to the right.

Then back to the left.

My legs were fairly close together.

I parted them slightly, not enough to be obvious, not enough to be blatant, but enough so that he easily could work between them.

He moved up, ever so slowly, the back of my left thigh, barely venturing under the hem of my skirt, but deeply kneading the muscle. 

Then he moved to the right thigh, repeating the procedure.

Then back to the left, but, this time, almost imperceptibly higher. 

I felt a slight thrill, but he stopped on top of the backs of my thigh.

Again, he repeated the same process, venturing no higher.

Then, once more.

But the next time, his fingers inched still higher. 

Not much higher.

But higher. Noticeably so. 

I began to think that at this rate, it might be New Year's Eve before he reached my butt.

But I was wrong.

Because the next time he moved, I felt his fingers slip down to my inner thighs. 

Electricity shot through me. I was sexually charged in an instant. Not that I hadn't already been sexually charged.

I tried to stay very, very still.

I didn't want to spook him. 

I wanted to see how far he would go.

And, in the next instant, I felt his hands, under my skirt, on my panties, on my ass, kneading my cheeks ever so lightly before beating a hasty retreat.

I didn't protest.

His hands again ventured under my skirt. 

Upward.

Toward my panty-covered ass.

And, ever too quickly, they retreated.

Then they again began their journey, but this time, they moved down the backs of my thighs, toward the center of my thighs, slightly higher than they had been before.

I moved my legs further apart.

I was sure he could see my panties.

I was sure he could see the wet spot.

I was sure he could see something he wanted to touch far more than my ass, or my thighs, or my calves, perhaps even more than my breasts.

And very, very soon, I was going to have to make a critical decision: How far would I let him go tonight?



My Nephew Ch. 06



I was VERY wet.

I knew he was looking right at my ass _ and my pussy, barely covered by my panties.

It excited me even more to know the "he" who was looking at my ass was my 18-year-old nephew. 

And more still that his eyes had to be roaming over my panty-clad pussy.

His hands already had been roaming over my thighs. Up under my skirt.

I knew he, too, was turned on.

The evidence was quite obvious. 

Indeed, right before my eyes when I turned my head.

Hard evidence.

Evidence fairly bursting from his jeans.

I felt his hands high up on my thighs, at the beginning of my ass cheeks, on both sides, pushing. 

I could feel the blood soaring into my pussy, turning me on still more, as he pushed upward on my thighs.

I moaned. Involuntarily, this time. But a moan.

It stopped him.

He hesitated.

Asked if I was OK.

I laughed. 

Easily.

"Oh, yes. It just feels wonderful ..."

And his hands started moving again, suddenly both on the cheeks of my ass, spreading me, gently, but spreading.

I could feel myself opening up, the wetness, the heat.

And his hands moved down, back to my thighs, down toward the calfs of my legs.

I spoke.

Softly.

But I knew it was the time.

It had become an obsession with me. 

I couldn't help myself.

"Your mom ... does she let you touch her like this?"

Silence.

Then, "No."

"Have you tried?"

Softly, "No."

"But you want to?"

Even more softly: "Yes ..."

"Do you know what you are doing, right now, have been doing?"

"What? ... No ..."

"Pushing up on my thighs ... you are moving blood to my pussy, turning me on. It's obvious isn't it?"

"What do you mean? Obvious?"

I turned, forgetting my top was off, exposing a breast, a very erect nipple.

"You ARE looking up my skirt aren't you?"

Silence.

More silence.

Then, a barely audible, "Yes."

"I already knew that. I wouldn't be here, with my top off, and a skirt on, if I didn't know that ... if I didn't want you to look.

"Do you really think your mom doesn't know it when you give her backrubs?"

"No ... no ... she wouldn't let me if she thought that ... You know that ..."

"Why do I know that? I'm here, on the couch, my top off, no bra, with you staring at my breasts. Your hands have been wandering all over my ass ... Do you think you could do that without me knowing? Without me allowing it?

"I want you to keep practicing. Slowly. Deliberately. I want you to pretend I am your mother. I want to know what you want to do, I want to feel it. 

"And, then ... then ... when you go home ... I want you to do the same things to your mother. 

"Not all at once. Slowly. Over several times. Each time, see how far you can go, how far she lets you go before stopping you ..."

He was so quiet.

"You want to do that, don't you?"

More silence.

Then, almost inaudible: "Yes."

"You want us both, don't you?"

Still more silence.

This time, he just nodded his head.

"Practice. 

"On me.

"Now. Then, later, maybe I will share a dark secret with you. My secret."

I felt his hands, back on my thigh. I settled back down, letting myself wallow in the sensations ...

Both hands were on my right thigh, moving higher.

Higher.

Now, suddenly, his left hand brushed against my pussy.

He withdraw it like it was on fire.

Without moving, or shifting, I said: "That's what I meant earlier. You touched my panties. They were wet. Proof that I'm turned on, turned on by what you are doing. I can't hide that. It shows. You can see it. It will be the same with your mom ... when you look up her skirt, or touch her, look for any sign of the wetness on her panties, or pantyhose. Then, then you will know: If you see it, she is enjoying herself, letting you do it. You'll know ... That's what you want isn't it?"

Silence.

I turned.

Looking again at his rock-hard cock, bulging in his jeans.

I pointed.

"Just like that! Obvious. Some things don't hide well."

Without another word, I reached over, caressed his boy toy through his jeans. 

Gently. 

Slowly.

But firmly. 

His turn to moan.

"Want me to stop?"

No silence.

No hesitation. 

Not this time.

"No. Don't stop. Please ..."

I shifted, to get a better grip on his toy, but fully exposing my breasts, my erect nipples.

My hand enclosed itself around the bulge in his jeans.

I stroked gently.

I really wasn't in any rush.

But I had forgotten how young and inexperienced he was.

I had forgotten how horny he had to be at that very moment.

It hadn't occurred to me that this was probably the hottest thing he had ever done with a member of the opposite sex.

And I failed to consider that this moment was a fantasy coming true for him.

He came.

So quickly.

So powerfully.

His whole body shook.

The white, sticky cum gushed through his underwear.

Through his jeans.

A puddle on his jeans where the head of his boy toy was so obvious.

He shuddered.

He shook some more.

My hand was still on him, moving gently.

He lost none of his hardness.

I kissed him.

On the mouth.

My tongue probing his lips.

He took it.

Into his mouth.

We frenched.

My hand still holding him.

I pulled away.

I ran two fingers over the pool of cum on his jeans.

I moved them, slowly, toward my mouth.

I sucked them clean.

Noisily.

His eyes never left my fingers. In my mouth.

Then I leaned forward, and kissed him again.

He responded. Immediately.

Kissing me.

Pulling me hard against him.

I told him to lie down on the couch.

I went and got a face cloth.

A towel.

I told him I wanted to clean him up, since I had made the mess.

He tried to stop me, as I started to unzip his jeans, but I moved closer to him, capturing his face between my breasts.

"Really?

"You don't think I should see you?

"After that?

"With my bare breasts in your face?"

His hand fell away. I continued unzipping.

I slipped his jeans off.

His briefs were covered in cum, more cum than I thought it possible for any one man to ejaculate at one time.

I pulled his briefs off.

God, his cock was impressive. Hard. Circumsized. At least 7.5 inches. Thick.

I washed him with the warm cloth.

Dried him.

Moved my mouth lower, looking up at his face.

My tongue darted out, tasting the tip.

I let my tongue encircle him, just below the cap of his cock.

I sucked him into my mouth, my tongue moving over the head.

I looked at him.

"Was this what you dreamed of? Fantasized about? Is it?"

Again, barely audible ... "Yes"

I couldn't stop.

I needed to taste his cum.

I increased my tempo.

I felt him stiffening.

Far too quickly, I felt his cum gushing into my mouth. 

I swallowed as fast as I could, but it didn't stop at least half from running out of my mouth, down his shaft, pooling at the base of his boy toy. 

We had crossed a line. 

But I wanted it only to be a beginning.

The richness of my new fantasies dictated that there would be far more to come, far more. 

And I would make sure it was not merely a twosome. 

No, not just an aunt and her nephew exploring their sexuality together.

Oh, no.

It would be a threesome.

An aunt.

A nephew.

A mom.

Her son.



My Nephew Ch. 07



I was lost in my fantasy.

An aunt.

A nephew.

A mother.

A son.

All together. 

An orgy of forbidden sexuality.

I thought about it as I remembered the taste of my nephew's cum.

I thought of it as I showered.

I thought of it as I prepared dinner.

I thought of the "dark secret," my "dark secret," I had promised to share with my nephew.

Suddenly, everything was moving faster than I imagined possible. 

I already had crossed most of my lines. I was contemplating crossing even more. 

No, not contemplating.

Planning.

My mind was racing by the time he joined me in the kitchen.

I had expected some awkwardness.

There was none.



I poured him a glass of wine. I already had one.

I went over to him, handing him the glass.

I kissed him.

It definitely wasn't an "aunty" kiss.

The way he looked at me, I knew I owned him. Body and soul.

Amazing what your first blow job can do to you, even at 18! 

Now, I would have to teach him that sex wasn't love, and love wasn't sex. Those lessons would be more complicated. I wanted him to enter a world of pleasure, without the hangups and confusion so common today. 

But first, I had other plans.

I looked at him.

He was looking at me.

"Remember I mentioned my 'dark secret'?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to enter my secret world?"

"Yes. Yes, please ..."

"I'm bi-sexual. I have been for a long, long time. I like women every bit as much as men. Maybe more. With the exception of you, of course."

He said nothing.

"Have you ever fantasized about two women together?"

A soft, "Yes."

It was getting easier for him to admit intimate things. He was opening, slowly, but he was opening. 

"And we are going to have a contest."

"A contest? What do you mean? What does that have to do with your secret?"

"A contest.

"A contest to see which one of us gets into your mom's panties first. You. Or me."

You had to see his face. 

It was classic.

Shock.

Stunned surprise. 

Mouth open.

But I also was looking right at his mid-section. I saw the reaction. It already was visible. It jumped. Just a little. But it moved.

"You're kidding. THAT'll never happen!" He said it so emphatically.

"No. I am NOT kidding. 

"And I DO think it will happen.

"Let me get dinner ready, then, while we eat, I will tell you the story ...this IS what you want, isn't it? You do want both of us? We ARE the great loves of your life, right? You have been fantasizing about these very things, playing with our panties, looking up our skirts, but you never believed they could happen, could come true, right? But they have. They've started too, just as you imagined them. Right?"

It was whispered. But it most definitely was "yes."

I let him think about it, and I could see that he was thinking about it, sipping his wine, while I finished preparing dinner. I could see that he was thinking about it from the obvious bulge in his jeans, a new pair, since I had yet to wash the other ones.

I took my time.

I was enjoying the anticipation.

As I sat down, I began the story.

"The weekend after you helped me rearrange the cabinets over the refrigerator, you do remember that, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Yes. Yes, I do."

"Your mother and father were over here. I had a party, for a lot of our friends we all know. Your mom had been drinking. A lot. Standing in the kitchen, at one point, she came very close. She, of course, knows I'm bi-sexual. I've never made a secret of it. She looked right at me and said she'd never been with another woman, but wondered what it was like. She asked me if I really enjoyed it. I told her, in some detail, exactly WHY I enjoyed it. It wasn't the first time that she hinted an interest ... But this time I KNEW she was interested. 

"You want to know what I think? 

"I think your mom is a very horny lady. I don't think you dad is home enough.

"I think she is toying with both of us. 

"And I don't think she knows how dangerous that can be. Or maybe she does, and maybe that's what she really wants ..."

He had stopped eating while I talked. He was staring at me, still with the mouth half-open, deer-in-the-headlights look.

"You can't be serious?

"My mom would never have sex with you. Never. She'd never do it with me."

"Of course I'm serious. We were talking earlier about exactly how you are going to go about seducing your mom. And I am telling you, I bet you will encounter little resistance. Perhaps some in the beginning, but, if you persist, it won't be as much as you think, and I guarantee you will get where you want to be. Just start slow ... Just like you did with me. Start slow. Move slow. Make sure she is relaxed. If she tenses, back off. Then restart. Lull her. It won't happen the first time you touch her. But it will happen. Look up her skirt. Look for the wet spot. Watch for her to squirm. Listen for a moan."

He was staring intently at me now. His eyes hadn't wavered. I knew I had his attention. All of it.

"You're serious!"

"Yes. Dead serious. Really.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No." Quick. Firm. No hesitancy. None at all. 

"Eat. You might need your energy later."

And I laughed.

So he did he. But his was much more a nervous laugh.

I was so turned on I could barely stand it. I had to believe he was, too.

So, I asked.

"Turned on?"

"Yes."

"Me, too. I am truly enjoying this. I want you to, too!"

"Yes ... I am ... honest."

As if I had any doubt.

After I finished cleaning up, and he helped me with the dishes, a first, I went into the living room and lit some candles. I didn't both with the lights.

Standing up, I moved up close in front of him. Leaned into him. And kissed him. A deep, long, wet kiss. It quickly became a mutual kiss. We fell back onto the sofa, still in a lip lock.

I like kissing. And he wasn't complaining.

I like making out. And we had plenty of time.

But he still was quite shy.

Awkward. 

His hands failed to take advantage of an obvious situation. After everything, I would have thought he would have been primed for more, that his hands would be roaming freely over my body. 

Not so.

Cuddling next to him, I broke the lip lock. Looking into his eyes, I asked him if he liked to masturbate. I wanted to turn him on. I wanted him thinking about sex. About intimacy. I wanted him sharing his sexual secrets with me.

Softly. "Yes."

"Me, too.

"Do it a lot? Like most days?"

"Yes."

"Think of me?"

"Yes."

"Think of your mom?"

"Yes."

"What am I doing in your fantasy?"

He turned scarlet. I couldn't have been more surprised. Truly scarlet. After everything. After I took his cum in my mouth. Swallowed it. He turned scarlet. Stammered. Looked away.

"Tell me, please?"

"I ... well ... I ... I'm ..."

Stuttering. Stammering still.

"Tell me, please. Turn me on with what turns you on ... Please?"

"I'm ... looking ... spying ... through ... through ... your door. You're ... well, I mean ... you're in your room. On your bed. You're naked. I'm ... I'm watching you ... you're ... well, it isn't real, it really doesn't matter ... And I know it's wrong to think this, it would be wrong to spy on you ... "

"Tell me. Please? I really want to know. It's OK. It's a fantasy. We all have them. I'm not upset you would spy on me. It turns me on to think you want to see me that much ... "

"You're playing, masturbating ... That's it. I watch you."

"Does the thought of that really turn you on?"

"Yes. ... A lot ..."

I kissed him. Again. My tongue wandering into his mouth. His poking at mine. 

I took his hand, slide it under my top, under my bra.

And we kissed some more, his hand on my breast, gently kneading it, my nipple hardening even more under his touch. He seemed content to kiss me, and touch me. 

My bra fastened in the front. I broke our lip lock yet again, just long enough to unhook it. It fell open. Now, he had access to both of my breasts. Both of my nipples.

I desperately wanted him to take them into his mouth, but I was sure I was going to have to take charge. He was still too shy.

I lifted my top, cupped one of my breasts in my hand, lifted it toward him.

He got the idea, lowering his mouth, taking it into his mouth.

"Suck it. Gently. Take your time. Yes ... like ... that ... oh ... yes ..."

He was gentle. He was good. An eager student! What more could I ask?

"There's two. Alternate."

And he did.

I was really turned on by now. I didn't think I could last much longer. Not with my nipples in his mouth. Not after what happened this afternoon. 

Remember: He came. I didn't. My tension had been building all day. I needed release. 

I stood suddenly.

In front of him.

I pulled him up, facing me.

"Take off my top."

He was awkward. But he did it.

Now I was before him topless. My nipples pointing at him. So hard.

Looking directly into his eyes, I removed his shirt.

"Take my skirt off me. Now. Please."

He fumbled with the button. He fumbled with the zipper. But his eyes widened as it fell to the floor.

I was in my panties, a thong actually. 

I undid his jeans. Slipped them down. His boy toy was rock hard, pushing against his briefs.

I took his hand.

I lead him toward my bedroom.

I brought him inside. 

We were standing before my bed.

I told him to kneel down, in front of me.

Kneeling, he was looking right at the thin patch of panty covering my pussy. 

"Take off my panties. Slowly. Inch them down. Slowly. Don't be embarrassed to look. I want you to look."

I could feel his heat, even before his hands touched me, one on each hip catching the thin line of string.

"Slow."

"Unveil me slowly."

And he did. Inching them down so slowly I almost thought they weren't moving.

I heard his breath catch as my shaved pussy came into view.

I heard it catch again, as they slowly reached my thighs, leaving me full exposed to him.

They fell to the floor. 

I was naked in front of my 18-year-old nephew.

I quickly hooked my thumbs onto his briefs, slide them down, leaving his boy toy exposed, sticking up in the air.

"Now, this is the time for fantasy fulfillment. I want you to lie down at the bottom of the bed, looking up."

He did.

I went around to the other side, getting in facing down, at him.

"So you want to watch me masturbate? Just for you? Do you?"

Quickly, but quietly: "Yes. Oh, yes ..."

"Will you show me what you like to do when you are alone? Will you masturbate with me?"

"Yes."

I had been fairly demure up to this point. My legs were together. 

Now, I drew my legs up, together, and then spread them, wide open.

His eyes opened wide, almost as wide as my legs.

His head was on a pillow, but he lifted off the bed, for a better look. 

My finger touched my wetness. 

I told him to come closer, if he wanted to look.

He did.

He couldn't stop staring.

I took his hand, guided it down on to my pussy. 

I took a finger, and eased it into me.

I introduced him to my swollen clit, gently rolling his finger over it.

I told him to lie down and watch.

Watch as I gently played with my pussy.

Watch as I masturbated just for him.

Watch as I eased first one, then two, then three fingers into my well-lubricated pussy, thrusting them harder and faster, then slower and more gently, then faster yet again. 

I was watching him. With his boy toy in his hand. Moving in tempo with me, but I was sure he would cum first. I could see it in his motions, and I could see it in his face. He was having trouble now watching me. I could see him losing himself in his own pleasure.

That turned me on even more, and my fingers started moving faster, two fingers on one hand rolling my clit, three on the other hand buried inside of me. 

I wished I had my toys, but I was saving that. 

This was his fantasy. And I intended to make it reality.

Suddenly, he came. Jets of hot cum shooting into the air, his body shaking.

Almost immediately, I felt mine building.

I had just enough time to warn him. 

"Now. Watch. I'm cumming ... oh, fuck! Yes ..."

And my whole body shook as if I were having an earthquake.

That's what it felt like.

An earthquake, beginning deep inside, intensifying as it moved outward. The aftershocks just kept coming. I could see him watching me, intently, but I couldn't speak. I was lost in my own pleasure. Totally lost. A pleasure heightened by the knowledge that I had just masturbated, finger-fucked myself, in front of my nephew and loved every second of it. A pleasure heightened by the knowledge that I had just made his fantasy come true.

I shifted, quickly, down to his end of the bed.

We kissed. 

I could still feel lingering aftershocks as our lips met, our bodies touched. 



My Nephew James and His Friend



I missed my husband dreadfully, it had now been 3 years since his car accident and I still had not fully come to terms with the immense loss I felt.

Harry and I had been married for twenty-four years, three months and ten days when it happened. Only the day before we had been discussing the celebrations for our silver wedding anniversary but it was not to be.

Harry was a big man, not fat, 6’4” and some 16 st., he had been a loveable, huggable, full of life, in your face and jolly man and although he had left me very well provided for, enough so that I didn’t have to worry at all about my finances, he had left me without any children, not that it was a decision he had taken on his own. We had discussed that aspect very early on in our relationship and definitely a long time before we took the plunge and we had both decided that it was far too much responsibility to take on and something we could do without, happiness with each other meant that we didn’t have second thoughts and the matter was really not something we had given further consideration to.

The house we owned was fairly large, detached with five bedrooms and an extensive garden both to the front and rear, many friends had suggested I should sell up and buy something more “Suitable”, I suppose by this they meant something smaller for a woman on her own, but the house held so many wonderful memories of Harry that I couldn’t bring myself to move out, it wasn’t as if I was in need of the capital it would have released.

Life with Harry had been good, we liked each others company and had numerous hobbies and interests that we shared, he was always full of life and energetic and on the sexual side I found him a gentle and caring partner that kept me well and truly satisfied, he had an enormous sex drive. I had not had many sex partners before I married Harry, but the ones I did have did not measure up to Harry, both in attitude and penis size. Harry had a beautiful 9’’ long fat penis and used it at every given opportunity, we had sex in every room in the house over the years and in every conceivable position and I loved it. Now that I was on my own I missed that aspect of our life together and after three years of forced celibacy, I begun to wonder if I would ever again be thrilled by the feel of a hot penis buried deep inside me or the wonderful sensation of hot sperm bathing my insides. A year after my loss I decided not to completely abstain from the pleasure my body experienced when having an orgasm and so I had begun masturbating, the first time feeling fairly silly and embarrassed like a little school girl, after that initial breakthrough I pleasured myself often and experimented with different household items, candles I found were most suitable for the purpose, as I could not pluck up sufficient nerve or courage, probably both, to purchase a vibrator or dildo.

It was very difficult being on my own in a large house with no one to speak to or share things with but I had good memories to keep me going and also the size of the house and gardens kept me busy with housework and gardening, in fact too busy. So when my younger sister Kate telephoned to say that her son James had been given a place at the University near to me, and could I be persuaded to let him stay with me while he attended I was overjoyed.

Two weeks later, Kate and her husband Peter, drove down with James in convoy, the vast amount of clothes, books, CD’s and electrical equipment, which of course included his computer, meant that his small Ford Fiesta was not big enough. I had not seen my nephew for sometime and was pleasantly surprised as to what a handsome young man he now was, at 18 years old, he stood tall and straight, he was about 6’3” and was moderately slim, not skinny, and you could see through his tight thin white T shirt that he was rather muscular and in good shape, his thick light brown hair and deep blue eyes together with his chiseled like feature made him look like one of those Miami lifeguards from Baywatch, minus the sun tan, not that he was pale. All in all I was rather pleased at my nephews appearance and happy to have him stay with me and was looking forward to his company.

James quickly settled into the room I had allocated to him, it was the bedroom next to mine, my own room being equipped with its own separate bathroom, his didn’t have one, apart from this they were basically the same size. His room was large and had big old fashioned heavy Oak wood wardrobes and boasted a large four poster bed, it had a small dark brown leather couch and a large table made of solid oak for his computer, TV, hi-fi and hopefully space for him to work on, although I understand most students work is done on the computer now days. 

James was a very pleasant young man and I found his companionship and conversation most enjoyable, he was also very helpful around the house and gardens and was very clean and tidy. A week or so after he came to stay with me we had what people term an Indian summer and we were both out in the garden making the most of the hot sunshine, I was dressed in my shorts, which Harry had, like most of my wardrobe, purchased for me and was slightly self conscious in them as they were extremely short and tight, not that I had put on any excess weight since they were bought but simply because they were bought purposefully to be short and tight, as Harry liked me dressing sexily, “So long as you have the figure Mary flaunt it, when you loose I’ll buy you a tent.”. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate attire to wear in front of my young nephew, especially topped only with a tiny T shirt, no bra as my breasts were luckily still very firm, although large, probably as I hadn’t had any children to nurse, and I hated bras which I found confining and so I didn’t own many, Harry was happy that I didn’t like them and apart from a couple of sexy ones to go with my suspender belts and that sort of thing I had only two. James was also in shorts and had freed himself of the T shirt while he cut the grass and I could see small rivulets of perspiration trickle down his back and when he turned to face me I could see little beads of perspiration trapped on his pecks, I found the sight quite alarming because as I watched him I felt my vagina begin to dampen and felt this was not a proper reaction from an aunt towards her young nephew however handsome he was and however long it had been since she had last made love.

Throughout the day I caught James observing me when he thought I was unaware, this I put down to my scanty attire, he was probably thinking why didn’t his aunty wear something a bit more suitable for her age, the old adage of mutton dressed as lamb came to mind, I decided that I ought to change into something a bit less revealing but then resolved that this might embarrass my nephew who might think I had done so because I had caught him watching me and he might become offended. It was now late afternoon and therefore we would soon be going in for supper and I would be able to change after my shower, making it a natural thing to do. The embarrassing thing was that try as I might I was not able to contain the constant oozing from my vagina and the flow had increased if anything to such an extend that I could feel that my flimsy white silk knickers, once a bit damp, were now soaking wet, worrying that my secret might be revealed through the thin material of my very tight shorts I kept my legs tightly crossed.

The sun had now begun to set and I called out to James, “James I am just going in for a shower and then I’ll lay the table for supper, so I think maybe you should start to clear up and make sure you put the tools away.”

“Okay auntie Mary, I’ll put everything away and have a quick wash and come down for supper.”

I went upstairs to my room and quickly discarded my clothing, my knickers were wringing wet, and I had been right to keep my legs crossed, as there was a big wet patch on my shorts. I stepped into the shower my body was on fire and just the thought of James made me wince, before I could stop myself my hand went straight to my vagina and I pushed three fingers straight in to the last knuckle, oh yes it felt so good, I dropped the other hand down and soon located my clitoris and commenced rubbing it furiously, my vagina was in a very excited state and the lips were extended and swollen while my clit was now completely clear of its hood and was throbbing like crazy. The hot water jet was set on to the highest setting and was directed at my breasts and my nipples, now rock hard, were burning with desire. I withdrew a wet finger from my vagina and maneuvered it to my anus and slowly drove it in past the sphincter, oh yes I needed this so desperately, it didn’t take me long to bring myself to an unbelievably powerful climax and I shuddered as I let out a stifled scream. 

Afterwards I quickly finished my shower and dried myself, all the time wracked with guilt that I had allowed myself to use my young nephew in my masturbation fantasy, my sister Kate would be disgusted with me for using her son in such a way. 

I went to my dressing room to find something appropriate to wear and while going through my wardrobe I could here a small but distinct thumping noise coupled with a squeaky sound emanating from James’s bedroom. It took me a few moments to realize it was James’s bed springs squeaking and the headboard of his bed was obviously coming into contact with the wall of my dressing room. I listened intensely as the rhythm of the sounds grew faster and faster and could now detect the sound of his breathing as it became more and more laboured, it dawned on me that James was masturbating himself and I was listening in and felt rather mortified with my behaviour and especially at my vagina’s reaction which once again seemed to come to life as I continued listening in on James, there was a sudden groan from next door and I realised that James had achieved his goal and must now be spent. I wondered, in fact that’s a lie, I hopped that I had something to do with his desire to masturbate himself.

I deluded myself, as I changed into a black figure hugging short dress with a plunging neck line, that was rather on the revealing side, that I was just doing so to find out if men were still interested in me, without of course any intention of seducing my own sweet nephew. The dress was bought for me by Harry to wear around the house when there was only the two of us and not something I would have dared wear out of the house, the dress was very tight and clingy and I decided to dispense with knickers, after all they would only get wet, and instead wore a pair of stay ups and a pair of high heel sandals. I took great care in putting on my make up and put on one of my more expensive fragrances. I was rather please with the results, at 45 I was still fairly attractive and was pleased to note that my face was still free of any major wrinkles, my body was still firm and trim without any excess weight visible. My hair, even when not dyed, did contain some grey hairs but not in great abundance and was for the most part soft to the touch and glossy.

I walked down the sweeping staircase and walked into the dinning room, James was still upstairs and I quickly set the table and opened a bottle of wine, we regularly enjoyed a bottle with our weekend meals, and placed this on the table. Wanting to see his reaction I made myself scarce and waited for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, knowing he would go straight into the dinning room and sit at his place opposite the dinning room entrance. I was now excited and my juices were once again churning making my vagina very wet, so much so that I could feel my juices snaking their way along my inner thighs and congregating at the ridge of my stay ups, I reached under the skirt and dipped a finger into my vagina, oh yes I was wet, plenty of juice still left in this old bird I thought, as I withdrew my finger from my Vagina and inserted it straight into my mouth, yes I still tasted sweet I was pleased to discover. I heard James’s footsteps as he came down the stairways and I allowed him sufficient time to sit himself before making my entrance with the hostess trolley.

I walked into the room pushing the hostess trolley and without realising allowing James a very good look at my breasts, in fact they were almost out of the dress as I hadn’t thought of perhaps wearing a bra, as I looked up his mouth was wide open and he was obviously taken aback by the sight of his aunty dressed in such a slinky, revealing outfit. I spoke, “Would you like me to serve you or would you like to serve yourself James.” I almost felt like slapping my own wrist as it crossed my mind that perhaps I should have said “Help your self”.

He actually stammered slightly in his reply and I was very pleased at the obvious underlying sexual impact I had had on him. “Cccould yyyou serve me, please aunty Mary?” He said, going bright red as the words left his lips.

I served us both and waited for him to pour the wine, it was an unspoken rule that I normally served up the food and he poured the drinks, I was a little surprised that he hadn’t made a move and said, “James I think the wine has finished breathing and we ought to have some with our meal now that I have opened the bottle.”

James slowly stood up and I instantly appreciated his dilemma, he was fully aroused and his penis was tenting his trousers considerably, he was enormous, probably even exceeding my late husbands 9” penis, my own vagina seemed to have a small spasm at the sight, and as I looked closely there was a small wet spot right at the tip of the tent. I wasn’t expecting such a reaction especially knowing that he had just satisfied himself, what do I do now I thought, all guilt about him being my nephew had just vanished and my deliberations now turned on how to get his penis into one of my sex pots, which were all now bowling over.

We ate and had some wine, I don’t know the exact moment that I made my conscious decision that I had to have him and be damned with the consequences, but I took that decision, maybe it had something to do with the wine, I had by now opened a second bottle, the first being consumed mainly by myself as James kept topping up my glass. It later dawned on me that it might have been a deliberate move by him to get me a little tipsy; it was something I never discovered the answer to. I now appreciated that it was me that needed to take the initiative if I was to seduce him. We finished supper and James insisted on clearing up and doing the washing while I relaxed in the sitting room and so at his insistence I retired to the sitting room.

It was a large room with a massive stone fireplace in the middle and on each side tucked neatly in the corner alcove were two matching mahogany dressers, full of ornaments and silver way as well as a large quantity of crystal glasses with matching decanters, I am a bit old fashioned I suppose. Along the wall was a chunky brown three-seat settee, which probably fitted four or even five people in a squeeze, and on either side were two large armchairs in matching brown leather. In the centre of the room was a sizeable hefty mahogany coffee table with a large vase in the centre containing high quality artificial flowers made of silk. Two small matching coffee tables were positioned either side of the settee, in the space available between the settee and the armchairs. A thick luxurious deep pile grey gold carpet covered the floor. I sat down thinking how I was going to persuade James to bed me without actually asking him.

James walked into the room, I noted his eyes instantly glanced down to my legs, I had well shaped legs and Harry often insisted that was what first thing that attracted him to me, the dress had ridden up fairly high when I had sat down and the hem now rested just at the base of the stay up section of the stockings I wore, any further and he would have been able to see my vagina in all its glory. This was an excellent start, my nephew was most definitely interested in me as a woman, the thought excited me further and my brain sent a single to my vagina, which pulsated at the new information.

James sat on the couch at the other end; I begun speaking to him, “So how is everything at the university James, have you made lots of new friends, your welcome to invite some over if wish, you know that I hope, this is your home now.”

He blushed, “Thanks aunty Mary that is very kind of you and I’ll take you up on it sometime later.”

“You can even invite your girlfriend down from London for the weekend if it’s alright with your mum.” I was now fishing, trying to find out whether he had a girlfriend and to get an idea of whether the relationship was sexual or merely platonic.

James was now red with embarrassment, “I..I..I dddonnn’t have a girlfriend in London ooor here at the university.” He volunteered the last bit, which pleased me.

“That surprises me James, a good looking young man like you should be fighting young ladies off, there must be an attractive young woman at your university that your interested in.” I told him.

“Wwwell I..I.. amm find it difficult to speak to girls, I always worry they will laugh at my stammer.”

I slid along the settee and caressed his cheek, “I am sure that would not happen, I definitely wouldn’t laugh if a handsome boy like you were to chat to me, any way any girl that would is obviously not the type of girl you should associate yourself with.”

“Thanks aunty Mary that means a lot to hear a woman like you to say that.” I wondered what he meant by a woman like you. Just then he turned to kiss my cheek, it was now or never, as he turned I also turned so that instead of making contact with my cheek his lips touched mine, in a gentle peck, he quickly withdrew, “Sssorry aunt Mmmary, III ddon’t know how that happened.”

“Nothing to be sorry about James, that was very touching, you obviously have been with some girl or should I say girls.”

His face was the colour of beetroot as he responded, “Nnnoo I..I..I’ve not kkkissed a girl ooonn tthhe llliipps bbbefore, rrealy aaunt Mmmary.”

I was thrilled, my nephew was still a virgin, “Well I wouldn’t have known James, it was really sweet and I for one wouldn’t say no to another one from you.”

It obviously sunk in as he turned round and kissed me again, this time I made sure that I held the back of his head firmly pressing him to me so that he didn’t have the opportunity to withdraw as quickly as he had done on the previous occasion. I gently prodded his lips with my tongue, using it like a crowbar to prise open his lips, they surrendered and I thrust my tongue in savouring the sweet taste of his mouth, there was no further need for niceties and polite conversation my cunt was on fire and it felt as hot as a witches cauldron as my juices oozed out of my hole and wet my inner thighs. God how I missed the duel of the mouths, I hadn’t kissed any one like this since Harry had passed away and my mouth was hungry for the passion a kiss can convey.

When the initial kiss was over he looked at me mortified and begun apologising, without really appreciating that I was the instigator in all this and that if any apology had to be made it was mine to make. I consoled him and drew him to my bosom caressing his cheeks and stroking his hair while raining kisses on his face, “There is nothing for you to admonish yourself over, you have made me very happy no one has kissed me like that for a long time, a woman needs reminding that she is still attractive and sexy and someone desires her for more than keeping house. Do you find me attractive James?” I asked blatantly.

“ I find you very attractive aunt Mary, you are the best looking, sexiest lady that I know, but I could never say that to my aunt.” The stammer had miraculously gone from his voice.




My Nephew James and His Friend



“Okay James, when it’s just the two of us you can call me Mary, if it makes you feel better.”

He grew more self-confident now and lifted his head up tilting it and I bent my head down kissing him, he was a good pupil and quickly learned his lessons, so that now we had somehow swapped positions and he was the instigator of our kissing as he sucked my tongue deep into his waiting mouth. I took one of his hands and placed it on my breasts, he begun to massage them and squeeze them, it felt good, my nipples were now firm and I asked him to suck them. James lay me down on the couch and moved his head down to my tits, he put his hands under the plunging neck line and pulled them out, he bent down and begun sucking on them hard, too hard, “Gently James, suck gently and use your tongue on the nipples.” I instructed.

He sucked gently now teasing my nipple with his tongue and alternating from one to the other, “Pinch the nipples firmly James.” He obeyed the pain and the pleasure rolled into one making me moan in ecstasy, his hands were now roaming as he sucked and nibbled my nipples. I took his hand and guided it to where I needed it most my cunt which now felt as though it was on fire. The dress had ridden up and my clean shaved pussy was fully exposed, something he hadn’t yet appreciated, his face buried in my bosom, he touched it, the realisation that it was bare must have really excited him as his head moved back to my mouth and he gave me a long wet kiss his tongue completely invading my mouth. He pushed a finger all the way into my cunny hole, the lubrication from the thick sap that had been escaping from it for several hours ensuring that this was done with great ease and no discomfort to me whatsoever. He finger fucked me as if he knew exactly what he was doing, this surprised me and it crossed my mind that maybe he had seduced me playing the innocent and butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth role. Later he explained that he had watched quite a number of porn films and was acting more out of instinct and the things he had seen rather than knowing what he was doing.

I was loving it my cunt now pulsated in rhythm to his finger fucking, he now had three long fingers buried deep in my cunt, it turned me on so much having someone else’s hand fingering me for a change that I climaxed, a shudder shooting through my body as my cunt clenched and released the three invaders and I drenched his fingers with an ample discharge of hot sticky cum in appreciation of his heroic efforts. Now reaching down and grabbing the arm with the hand that had just played such a wonderful tune on my inflated and still throbbing cunt I pulled it to me and licked his fingers dry of my juices, he stared at me us I did this and the appreciation of my shameless act was clearly evident in his eyes. I was by now completely passed worrying about him being my nephew, it was sexual release and gratification that I now sought after three long years and nothing was going to stop me.

James being a virgin was an added bonus as he was clearly open to suggestions as to what action to take next and I didn’t hesitate, “That was good James, women have two sets of lips and they both like being kissed do you think you can do that for your aunty darling.”

He spoke no word as he went down on my pussy; it was at times like this that I was pleased that I kept it hairless. James kissed my cunt, giving it a small peck, he was obviously testing the waters so to speak, he lifted his head, using his tongue to lick his lips and savoured the taste, he obviously liked the taste as his head sunk down once again and he begun eating me in earnest. He pulled me into a seating position and grabbed hold of my ankles with his strong muscular arms lifting my legs high and wide apart and went back to my cunt his mouth completely encompassing my outer labia and bloated inner cunt lips as he sucked on them. My juices must have acted as some form of aphrodisiac for him as it was clear from his frantic endeavours to devour and lick my cunt dry that he was relishing the task in hand, I was just about to give him further information about a woman’s anatomy and the need for the clitoris to be stimulated when his long tongue ran over it sending me into a shudder, James realising from my bodies reaction that that was something I obviously enjoyed ran his tongue over it again this time more firmly, my body responded and the flow of fluids generated by my tight pussy increased.

Due to the position he held me in, the juices mixed with his ample saliva had dribbled down and a large quantity had accumulated in the indentation around and in the centre of my arse hole, I was desperate to have his finger buried deep in my arse but was worried he might find the thought repulsive so instead of asking him, I lowered my own hand and gently and carefully pushed my index finger all the way in to the hilt and commenced fucking my own arse for all I was worth. I was in an awkward position and fingering my own bum tired me, although I tried to insert a second finger it was near on impossible. James sensed my dilemma and pulling my hand away, while he rested my leg on his shoulder, replaced his own long fat middle digit deep into my anal canal, the lubrication by our combined juices making the entrance passed the sphincter muscles, the guard of my anal channel, a mere formality.

His mouth remained firmly attached to my cunt, like a leach, while his long tongue snaked over the clitoris when not stuck deep in my cunts canal. I was now holding my own long legs up enabling him to have full access to both holes and more importantly the use of both of his hands. Once again I reached the point of asking him to now bring me to my climax and finger my aching cunt hole while continuing his other tasks. It was as though my young nephew had telepathic capabilities, as he thrust a further finger in my arse hole where it was gratefully received, he then manoeuvred himself so that my large now throbbing clit was trapped between his lips and was constantly being stroked by the tip of his tongue as he moved his other hand to my quacking vulva and invaded my inner cunt with three long hard fingers which made a squelching sound as he thrust them forward as far as they would go. 

He now manipulated my sex pods as if he was a conductor and my body his orchestra. My whole being was now being stimulated, something I had sorely missed for the past three years and it suddenly became all to apparent as I reached a crescendo and let out a deafening scream as my body begun to convulse and I climaxed like never before, the wickedness of the situation adding extra spice to my sexual release. I heard my self shouting, screaming at my nephew, “FUCK ME FUCK ME WITH YOUR HANDS MAKING YOUR AUNTY CUM YES YES FUCK MY HOLES HARDER HARDER MORE, I NEED MORE, IT FEELS SO GOOD DON’T STOP FUCK MY SHIT HOLE WITH YOUR FINGERS MORE MORE EAT MY CUNT EAT IT SUCK IT YES YES MORE.” It seemed as if when one orgasm was reaching its peak a new one begun, James must have wanted to please me desperately and was devouring the top section of my quim with his mouth while furiously licking my stiff pulsating clit now adding a further digit in each tight hole driving me insane with brilliant unbridled lust, like all good things it unfortunately came to an end as I was now over stimulated and my sex organs had become very sensitive, I reluctantly had to push him away while I tried to regain some composure.

I sat there exhausted for a few seconds, which seemed like hours, coming to terms with what had just transpired between us, all sorts of things went through my mind, firstly disgust at myself for using my nephew in this way, then shame if my sister or any other family member or friend ever found out, then the enjoyment and thrill of the act that I had just been party to and finally my desire, no want and need for more. Turning to James I spoke feeling remorseful that I may have taken advantage of his young age and inexperience and pressurised him into performing acts he hadn’t wanted to, “Sorry James, I feel so ashamed, no don’t look at me, I really feel terrible at the way I have taken advantage of you and can only ask that you find it in your heart to forgive me, there is no excuse for my terrible behaviour.”

“Aunty Mary, all I want to do is firstly thank you and then beg that you allow me the pleasure of doing it all again, it was wonderful please teach me more.” He looked at me imploringly, his eyes begging me as he rose from his crouching position in between my still wide open legs, my cunt in full display the inner lips still red, distended, overhanging clear evidence of their mistresses wantonness and what had transpired only a few moments earlier. 

As James stood up, I saw the thick ridge in his trousers and the small damp patch so obviously caused by his sipping pre cum, I reacted out of pure instinct and gripped his cock tightly with my hand all morals had at that instance flown through the door. It had been three years since I had held a stiff cock and my mouth salivated at the thought, I quickly undid his trousers and zip and pulled them down to his ankles, I sat at the edge of the couch kissing his cock through his boxers, now sucking material and cock in my mouth, he groaned and I knew that this wasn’t going to take long. I quickly freed his cock from the boxers as it sprung out in front of me, oh god I thought, it was enormous, 10” of throbbing muscle and almost as thick as my wrist, it was a monster of a cock, the musky smell permeated my nostrils and I leaned forward, pulling the skin completely back, as far as it would go, my hand only managing to hold about three quarters of his thickness, my tongue snaked out and lazily licked the almost purple head, which was covered in a fine film of translucent whitish pre cum. I savoured the wonderful tang of fresh young life giving fluid, and licked him again now starting from his huge hard balls, cradled in my left hand, all the way to the top repeating this several times, his cock jerking in my hand.

It was now time to pay him back for the earlier pleasure he had given my fuck holes, which were now revitalized and pulsating as if asking for more. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and impaled myself on it trying to force my mouth wider to take more hot meat into my orifice, it was so thick, I only managed to take in 4” of his monster any more and it would have chocked me, I was sure that given the chance and a different position I would be able to take more and the information went to my memory banks for future reference. 

My head now bobbed up and down, saliva mixed with pre cum helping me in my relished task, my hands masturbating the long hot column, I wanted to drive a finger into his rectum knowing how Harry had enjoyed that aspect while being given a BJ, as he called it, but I felt James might not appreciate it at this stage and this was therefore also an idea for the memory banks. 

James was now groaning, moaning his hands suddenly on my head pushing me down further onto his javelin, I could feel his veins full of rushing blood as my hands went up and down, I was now using both hands to service him, the push on my head became more intense and desperate. I allowed him to semi fuck my mouth while my head continued to dip up and down, my jaw ached now and I speeded up. He let out a shout, “Yes, yes aunty yes I am cumming.” With that my mouth filled with hot salty spunk almost chocking me in the process, I pulled my head up trying to keep some of his giant cock still in my mouth, while at the same time furiously driving my hands up and down his shaft, knowing from Harry’s expert advice that this was what a man needed at this stage in the game, vigorous pumping to get all the cum out to the surface. I swallowed as much of my young nephews juice as I could manage, but he seemed to cum for ever as his cock twitched and jerked, considering he had earlier pleased himself the huge quantity of hot liquid fruit was immense and to my disappointed some escaped my mouth and dripped down to my breasts. Once he was spent he pulled back and I had the opportunity of rescuing his precious life giving fluid and guiding it back to my mouth with my fingers, the texture was like a rich velvety cream and it tasted bitter sweet, god how I had missed that most wonderful fruit.

James bent down to me, “That was awesome aunt Mary, it was brilliant so much more than I could ever have imagined, amazing.” I was pleased that he had enjoyed it so much, the way he said it and the obvious adoration and wonderment in his young voice made my heart flutter and my cunt to dampen even more. I reacted, as you would expect, putting my hand on his nape I drew him to my mouth kissing him with a rekindled passion that I thought had been lost to me, he must have been able to taste the aftermath of his ejaculation in my mouth, similarly his wonderful mouth, which had given me so much joy, still tasted of my own sweet cunt juices which lingered there. We kissed for a long time savouring each other’s mouth playing a hide and seek game with our tongues. 

I was now stretched out on the couch and James lay at my side cradling my head in his big manly hands. I felt his monstrous cock awaking from its short slumber as it became engorged with hot fast flowing blood and straightened out like a huge python, it brought a smile to my lips, I had forgotten the sexual recuperative powers of a very fit young 18 year old boy, and relished the idea of a night of pure unadulterated sex, my mind was full with the thought of all the sexual activities I was about to introduce my, now favourite, nephew to.

“I think we ought to take this up to my room James, your lovely delicious cock appears to be trying to tell me it would like much more carnal knowledge and soon.” I smiled at my own little joke as James stood, his huge cock sticking out, like a gigantic leafless branch that had forked out from the main trunk of a tall tree, his trousers and boxers long gone, I couldn’t resist, sitting up I pulled him to me, my hands firm on his buttocks, and sucked the head into my mouth, running my tongue over it and mopping the small beads of pre cum that had accumulated on the top. He encouraged me, “Oh yeah that feels good, that’s so nice aunt Mary, please suck me more, oh yeah great.” I sucked, licked and rubbed his lovely cock, I just couldn’t get enough of his pride and now hoped rejuvenated joy, eventually, although reluctantly, I forced myself to release him and stood up, taking his hand I led him across the thick luxuries high pile golden carpet towards the stairs, my dress which had been at my waist, like a thick belt, dropped into place but I had to hold up the neck line as we ascended the stairs.

I entered my room first, James behind me still holding my hand, like two star crossed teenage lovers. We stood in the centre of the room opposite each other, I released the neck line of my dress as I reached up to him to pull him down for another sultry open mouthed kiss, the dress fell down to my waist, being so tight it stayed there. His manhood was now pressed firmly between our stomachs, like a gigantic sausage stuck in a bun, we kissed deep and passionately no mistake as to what we both now wanted. It hadn’t taken me long to decide that my nephew was old enough to make up his own mind, this was probably a subconscious endeavour on my part to lessen, in fact nullify, the feeling of any guilt I still harboured. My hands reached behind and managed to locate the buttons still holding up the dress, once undone the flimsy material was being kept up by my nephews wonderful cock and my concentration turned to freeing him of his T shirt, as I pulled it up my hands felt the firm young flesh covering his muscular upper body. Reluctantly I stopped my hot tongues exploration of his sweet tasting mouth and moved slightly away allowing me to completely liberate him of his T-shirt and allow my captured dress to finally fall to my feet. 

He now bent his head down to me his hungry mouth seeking mine and finding it he pushed his tongue in deep and I sucked on it, my cunt now awash with fresh cunt fluids trickling down my leg, I almost laughed at the feel, one of Harry’s little jokes, when ever I reprimanded him on looking at a younger woman was that he just liked looking at younger woman but much preferred an older bird, as he was a firm believer that the older the hen the juicier the bird, going by the amount that had been relinquished by my own body so far today Harry knew what he was talking about.

My need to again taste my young studs cock was now intense and whilst still sucking on his tongue I moved us to my large four-poster bed and gently pulled James down on to it. We manoeuvred so we were now on the bed and my head was over the edge I grasped his wonderful tool and drew it my mouth, my young nephew adjusted himself so that his cock and balls were directly above my mouth and placing my hands on his back I drew him to my waiting abyss, taking him in inch by delicious inch, my mouth wide open as his monstrous sword sunk into the sheath I had formed for it with my hungry mouth and throat. It was impossible for me to fit more than about half of it in and I used one hand as a wedge so that he couldn’t push any more in, in his fervour, which would have chocked me, and with the other hand played with his grapefruit sized balls. He was now slowly fucking my mouth and controlling himself rather well, not trying to push his whole length in, this worked in his favour as my throat muscles relaxed and I was able to reward him for his patience by taking a bit more every few thrusts so that he was now in my throat.

He now made himself busy and begun to very gently finger fuck me with two of his long fat fingers, every so often he would stop and when his fingers returned they were hot and wet. James was obviously licking them clean of my cunt juices and coating his digits with his own saliva, so that soon my cunt was like a deep abundantly stocked well. His cock tasted wonderful as it released an abundance of pre cum into my eager waiting mouth and lubricated my throat in my endeavours to suck more of his delicious rod. He now bent right done and sucked at my blotted upper cunt lips while his two fingers, still buried deep in my cunt and every now and then touching my cervix, twirled and opened and closed adding a new dimension to my enjoyment. The bed below my arse was now soaked with my own juices and his liberal supply of saliva, both of which I could feel trickling down the groove of my arse and trying to make their way into my tight pucker and finding no entry following their path further down and accumulating on the bed. My mouth was busy now, his thrusts had increased and I was finding it difficult to control his weapon, as it wanted to completely enter my being, the sounds of sex and the smell of cunt and man meat completely infiltrated the room as I breathed loudly through my nose. 

Finally James made his fingers into a V shape, pushing away the now very swollen cunt lips and enabling him to have full access to my throbbing clitoris. Which he attacked unmercifully with his long thick cunt juice covered tongue, once trapped between his lips three fingers found their way back into my tunnel and his finger fucking recommenced with renewed vigour, my moans were now loud and this seemed to spur him on as I felt the fingers of his other hand playing with my arse hole and ensuring to saturate it with the combined juices from my cunt and his mouth. Once he was happy the task had been accomplished he sunk the longest of his digits in my tight arse hole all the way to the hilt, the accumulation of lubrication made this a comfortable exercise and the feel of his dual fucking of my holes excited me, so that my whole body was quivering like a bowl of jelly with the utter unbearable pleasure of it all. He now sunk a further finger deep into my rectum; the sphincter now elasticised and fully relaxed relishing the feel of fullness, the entry muscles squeezing and releasing the two invaders as though now greeting them as old friends and trying to pull them in even deeper. 




My Nephew James and His Friend



My own efforts on his cock, which was by now embedded deep in my throat seemed to be well received my the owner of this delightful implement as his muffled moans vibrated against my cunts lips. It was now or never, my efforts on his cock and his constant thrusting had resulted in an accumulation of saliva all around my mouth and face and I now used this to coat my finger with and once happy inserted it gently but firmly into his arse, there was a moment when my young nephew seemed to hesitate not sure what was being done to him, but this only lasted a brief second and he went back to eating me and fucking me even harder with his fingers than before, taking this as a sign of pleasure I added a further finger into his anus, the fingers relaxing sufficiently to allow me to probe deeply, until the longer one make contact with his prostrate, I was now very near to my orgasm and could tell that James also was. 

I waited for him to withdraw from my throat in preparation of a further thrust but used my free hand to stop him pushing more than the head in realising that if he came whilst embedded deep in my throat it would choke me, he must have appreciated my predicament and his body stopped trying to push his cock further into my mouth. I now licked the head and under the head, that sensitive area just below the head, which becomes exposed when the foreskin is pulled back, and used my hand to almost milk the huge snake just above my head, how I was able to even concentrate on him is beyond me. My body was a mass of erogenous nerve endings and my young nephew seemed to have them all covered, he seemed an exceptional student and I couldn’t wait for the next phase, his cock sunk deep into my tight cunt came to mind. With that thought still in my mind I felt the sudden squirt of thick hot creamy spunk hit the back of my throat and before long my mouth was completely full of my nephews delicious nectar of life, escaping from the sides of my mouth and running down my face and throat into my hair. There was no controlling the beast as it writhed, wriggled, jerked and pulsating as I released it from its capture and it continued spewing cum juice like you would expect a cobra to squirt its venom, my fingers probed his prostrate forcing him to release all his liquid which now completely covered my face and hair. 

My young nephew, although perhaps inexperienced was a very thoughtful lover, many men may have at that stage slowed down in their endeavours or even been selfish enough to stop, not James he was now eating, licking and fingering my holes furiously so that I too climaxed, my body completely surrendered itself to a sensation it had only experienced on four previous occasions in my life as I had a multiple orgasm, both my holes clenching tightly round his fingers and then releasing and repeating the process time and time again, my cunt now spraying him with thick clear cunt juice almost as if I was peeing, he forced his wide open mouth over my opening covering my quim entirely trying to capture my very soul as he lapped and sucked my cunt until my body eventually climbed down exhausted. I could take no more and gently pushed him off, only for him to turn round and crawl down to my head end and kiss me passionately allowing me to taste my own sweet juices.

Eventually we moved back on to the bed, my body now wrecked with tiredness, even James now seemed exhausted and we lay in each others arms, The last thing I remember before sleep overcame me was James saying, “You’re the best and hottest aunt in the world, I hope I was good enough for you aunty Mary and you enjoyed some of what we just did to each other as much as I did.” The silly wonderful boy that was so intense so satisfying it was beyond words but before I could reply I drifted off to sleep still being held tightly in his strong muscular arms.

The following morning I awoke at about 10:30 to find James gone from my bed, this worried me, had he realised what we had done was wrong and couldn’t bear to see me, even worse had he phoned my sister and told her what I had done to her young son. All sorts of terrible things flashed through my mind as I got up to run downstairs to try and find him, find out what he had done, who he had told, my mind was in complete turmoil. Just then the door suddenly swung open and a huge gorgeous cock entered the room followed by its owner my funny looking nephew, who apart from a short apron, stood there in his birthday suit, his cock very stiff, holding a breakfast tray in one hand and the Sunday Times in the other, the relief at the sight made me laugh loudly, which was something I hadn’t done in a long time.

“III thththought yyyou mmmight like bbbreakfast in bbbed aunttt MMMary, iis that aallright?”

It was obvious that he was now embarrassed, not sure why I was laughing and unsure of himself hence the return of the stammer, my reaction had obviously alarmed him and he needed reassurance.

“That’s a capital idea James, thank you and thank you for last night it was wonderful, your wonderful by far my favourite nephew and I see your friend could possibly be interested in some more exercise today, has any one told you what a wonderful cock you have, most women I know would just love to hold and kiss it and do lots of other things with it.”

My comments brought a smile to his face and his confidence was now fully recovered, “Thanks aunt Mary, I would like some more exercise very very much.” The stammer was once more gone, it obviously only came when he was unsure about something and from what he had told me yesterday only when a woman was involved in the conversation, I would have to try and cure him of it as with his good looks and wonderful body topped with a cock like his there was no reason why he should get himself into such a state. 

“We have some things to do before we can exercise James, I need to go into town to buy a few things and you need to finish the gardening, so if you leave me now I can get ready and meet you back here at 2 o’clock, make sure you have something to eat before then as I will not be making lunch, okay?”

“Yes aunt Mary, I’ll start on the garden straight away.”

“Oh and James don’t over exert yourself as you will need lots of energy later on today, if your going to manage to do all the other little things I need you to do in the bedroom.” That was said with as much innuendo as I could express leaving him with little doubt that the little things I had in mind included his large friend now up and raring to go in between his muscled thighs.

I quickly bathed, taking care to remove any pubic hair from my vagina until it was completely bald and silky smooth, then I moved to the shower and cleaned the inside of my cunt and cleaned my arse inside and out with a special attachment, I towelled my self dry and proceeded to put on my make up, slowly and carefully, plucked my eyebrows, put on some foundation, light blue eye shadow, mascara and light pink lipstick. I looked in the mirror and was very pleased with the results; I then proceeded to paint my hand and toenails in a matching colour to my lipstick. Then I choose something sexy to wear, that James might appreciate and would be easy to take off. I choose a robe style short dress and didn’t do any of the internal buttons up, so that just untying the belt at my waist would allow the whole thing to open, I decided it would keep me feeling particularly sexy if no undergarments were added to my clothing, after all they would only show through the thin fabric and so choosing a pair of high heel open sandals I took one last look in the full length mirror and, without wishing to blow my own trumpet, thought I looked very fuckable for a lady of my years.   

I drove into town feeling very frisky, my mind full of all the good uses I was going to put my nephew’s generous equipment to and my pussy already lubricating in anticipation. I found a parking spot in a side road and walked to the shops in the main road, as I neared my goal there were various calls and wolf whistles from a group of builders, who were, or should have been is more appropriate, renovating an office block. Their calls of, “Love some of that.”, “Would you do me the honour of sitting on my face darling?” and “If you’ve had the rest what about trying the best.” Added to my sexual thoughts. My imagination shot into play as an image of me stuck in the middle, with a cock thrusting in and out of every orifice and a long fat shaft in each hand, while being showered with huge dollops of rich thick creamy white male cock juice all over my naked body with more rich soothing cream bathing my insides came to mind.

Finally I arrived in Boots and picked up several items and quickly paid the young man at the counter in cash, his eyes obviously undressing me and probably imaging what I was going to use the KY jelly for. Leaving the store I could feel his eyes staring at my arse and trying to decide whether I had any knickers on or not, it didn’t dawn on me until I left the shop and looked back in as I passed to see his face beaming that as I left the sun must have shone right at me and made the material of the dress completely transparent. Instead of being shocked with myself, I found that I was rather pleased that the young man had found me sexy enough to take an interest and I had in turn given him something to brighten up his day and tell his friends.

Next stop was a fairly new boutique that I had not visited before, but having decided that I was in need of some new clothes I decided now was as good as any. So I marched in and strolled along the rails picking up several items, a young attractive well dressed woman of about 25, who had been watching me intently from the moment she first noticed me, walked up to me, she had a wonderful figure, every curve clearly defined, her short tight dress hugging her body like a second skin, no tell tale signs of any panty lines, her breasts were on the larger size for her built, but were obviously very firm for their size as they hardly moved under her dress, as she walked straight up to me, although she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. She had a pretty face, round with a small thin nose and wonderful large full lips, coated in a dark rusty shade lipstick, her eyes were an icy clear blue and she had fine thin eyebrows and long dark eyelashes, her hair was naturally blonde I decided, as I couldn’t see any sign of give away different shade roots, she beamed in a radiant smile that seemed to brighten up her whole face, “Would you like some help?” she enquired in a pleasant manner with a beaming smile showing her pretty pearl white teeth.

“Yes please, I haven’t shopped on my own for a while and would appreciate someone else’s input on what they think of something I’ve chosen once it’s on.”

“There are several dressing rooms at the side over there,” she pointed, to an area where several women had congregated, “but you seem to have several items there, there is also a changing room just at the back of the shop, for regular clients, but we could use that one if you wish.”

I nodded and she led the way to the far end of the shop and a small corridor, which led to the secluded changing room. To my surprise she followed me into the small room, which was empty apart from a set of four hooks for hanging clothes and an armless wooden chair with a cushioned seat “Here, let me help you with that.” She said and before I had time to protest the bow on the belt round my waist, which formed part of my dress, had been pulled and my dress partly opened, she pushed the sides of my dress further apart. She looked at me from head to toe and seemed pleased with what she saw, which kind of puzzled me, “You have a very nice body.” Said Julie, I found out later that was her name, “Lets see exactly what we have here.” and before I could respond the dress was flung completely open and the young lady was devouring my body with her eyes which now appeared to sparkle in the artificial light of the changing room, my body was already in high readiness for my anticipated afternoon of no holds bared sex with my nephew, so my nipples were slightly distended and the lips of my freshly cleaned cunt were slightly apart in my cunts preparation for the afternoon. I had never been with another woman, although I had often wondered what it would be like, and had she not been so quick with all that she had so far done to me I am sure that I would have run out of the shop like a bat out of hell.

Julie took full advantage of my hesitation and cupping a breast in each hand quickly begun kissing and licking my exposed nipples, the gentleness yet firmness with which she handled my breasts excited me and when her mouth abandoned them, her soft womanly fingers gently pinched and rolled the now fully aroused and erect cherries at the tip of each breast. I found the stimulation exciting, with the added thrill of the wickedness of breaking another taboo the combination of which seemed to keep me frozen on the spot. Her soft sweet tasting lips were now pressed against my own in a kiss, without realising what I was doing my mouth seemed to automatically return her kiss, her mouth opened and my tongue reacting and pushing forward into this beautiful young woman’s mouth. 

I eventually made to pull away but her hands, now on either side of my head, holding me in place as her sweet tasting mouth sucked at my tongue, taking my breadth away. I was now enjoying her gently kissing and found myself actively participating. Once she realised that she had me where she wanted, one of her delicate hands slipped between our bodies and cupped my sex in its palm and moved across it gently squeezing as it moved from one end to the other, her palm pressing on my lower abdomen and as it moved across my smooth vagina the pressure sent a tinkling sensation to my clitoris which by then had escaped the confines of its fleshy thin skin. “You have a lovely cunt, so very smooth and hot, the lips are so big and soft, is it always this wet and ready?” Julie asked as she now inserted two of her small fingers up to their hilt into my sexpot and very slowly and gently fucked me with them. I was lost for words, finally I replied, “It hasn’t been this ready for a while, its probably making up for lost time.” I laughed at my own comment and she joined me, “Well I for one am very glad it has taken that decision, as soon as you walked in the room it seemed to fill with your sexuality, your pussy is so juicy and hot, have you ever tasted or been with another woman?” She asked teasingly, while increasing the tempo of her hand movements on both my nipple and cunt. I felt myself blush at the question and surprised myself at my own reply, ”No, its something I have always wanted to do but haven’t so far, although I have tasted my own juices.” Julie’s reply excited me, “Well madam, we aim to please here and your cunny is most definitely in need of some oral stimulation that only another woman knows how to apply.”

With that she took me by the hand and led me to the chair situated just behind me, as I moved she pulled the dress off my body so that I was now completely naked and placed it on one of the hangers, “Sit.” she instructed with authority in her young voice. I did as she bid and sat down, she kneeled in front of me and gently prised open my legs, exposing my beautiful bare tight pussy, as she referred to it, to her gaze. I felt self conscious and made an effort, at by now false modesty, to hide my sex from her by placing my hands on my lap. Julie smiled, “Now your not going to get much action if you insist on covering it like that are you? We’ll make a deal if you don’t like what I do to you just ask me to stop and I promise that I will, okay?” I nodded my head, my cunt was on fire in anticipation, I don’t know about other women, but I love being eaten and although it had been something that had always appealed to me and something Harry seemed to be happy for me to try I could not bring myself to go with another woman while he had been my sexual partner as it had always seemed an ungrateful thing to do when he always tried to fully satisfy my needs in that department and come to think of it in all other departments too.

I slowly removed my hands as Julie, now on her knees in front of me, pushed my legs as far back as she could at the same time pulling me forward on the chair so that my cunt protruded slightly from the edge of the chair. Julie moved her head closer to my opening and I could now feel her warm breadth as her mouth moved slowly nearer to its goal, she gently blew hot air onto the now thick cunt lips engorged with the fast flowing blood pumping through my veins. Her tongue made a quick foray as the tip licked the left lip, followed through with a gently kiss from her soft lips. The sensual, slow way her mouth approached the responsibility as though it was something so delicate that a sudden jolt might destroy it forever was a complete turn on in itself as I gazed down on her and our eyes briefly locked. She now sucked on my inflated cunt lips, one then the other, gently unhurriedly, no urgency in her movements, my cunt was now boiling over, my sap was truly running and I knew I would need a pair of knickers if my juices continued to flow like this. Her mouth now completely covered my quim and she gently sucked at my juices, swallowing and moaning in what seemed gratitude at the constant supply. 

Her tongue now fully entered my tunnel and I could feel her running her tongue along the sides walls, her tongue although soft had the texture of a coarse velvet that only the very sensitive inner flesh could sense, she continued her chosen task with relish and my own whimpers and occasional moans were clear evidence to both of us of my pleasure. She now slowly drew her tongue out of my deep tight hole and explored the top of my bald pussy until she located my throbbing clit, the initial touch of her gently tongue tip sent a shiver through my body like a small surge of electricity, she now brought down one of the hands that had been so busy gently rolling, pinching and pulling my hard erect nipples, and gently begun pushing finger after finger into my hungry cunt, while maintaining the tongue lashing she was now administrating to my clit, which was pulsating like an electric beacon, she finally had four fingers inserted deep within me, I am sure, had this not been our first time together she would have inserted the whole of her small hand, something that suddenly appealed to me, as it was, my cunt had a wonderful sensation of feeling full as she now thrust in and out like one of the fat candles I fucked myself with.

The squelching, as her hand thrust in and out, confirming in no uncertain terms just how much cunt juice was seeping from my body which was now writhing in pleasure, so much so that she must have found it difficult to keep her mouth connected with my cunt. Julie obviously sensed my imminent climax and her tongue stopped its caressing of my pleasure button, only to be replace by her other hand, the fingers of which very slowly and intermittently passed across my clit keeping me on a constant sexual edge but not enough to allow me to cum. 

Her tongue now licked the insides of my exposed thighs sending shivers of pleasure through my tingling body, her head ducked down under her arms and she begun sliding her tongue along the groove to my anus. She licked at the small brown entrance and I felt it respond for her as it trembled, the entrance opening and puckering voluntarily for her as if begging to be filled, my body trembled at the anticipation of my climax, which I knew once it was allowed to happen would be massive. Julie now removed her wonderful gifted mouth and tongue from my anal door and using her hand to open wide the upper part of my cunny, sucked my clit into her mouth like an oyster, her lips holding it in place for her tongue to run over it time and time again at speed. While her four fingers busily plunged in, relentlessly, as deep as they would go and then pulled back out of my trembling sodden fuck hole, her other hands fingers busily stroke the entry to my anus, until two of her delicate fingers finally violated the entry and passed the sphincter in a mighty thrust. 




My Nephew Steve



My name is Rachel and I'm a single mother, supporting a high school daughter named Amy. My ex, who left me when my daughter was still young, is out of the picture, and to be honest, really wasn't ever in the picture. I've been making ends meet for a long time, working as a bookkeeper. 50-60 hour weeks, is a totally normal week for me. I'm not sure why I even married him in the first place. I'm totally independent and never needed him. I guess I was in love, but I was never challenged intellectually, or even satisfied sexually. He wasn't the first person I've ever had sex with, but he was the first man, and maybe that's why I fell for him. After he left, I basically lived for my daughter. I was overprotective, nitpickyey, and just downright scared of losing her, like I lost my husband. But that completely changed about 5 years ago, when I found out what a real man was. That real man is my nephew Steve.

The whole family was over at my condo for dinner one weekend. My family consists of my sister, brother, their spouses, and all the nieces and nephews. Amy was there too. We do this almost every weekend. Usually at my place or my sister Maggie's. She's a little older than me, has two sons and is still with her husband. My brother is still with his wife too. Needless to say, it's uncomfortable. I never tried to date or even find someone after my husband left. I felt like I wasn't worthy of another man. So I just sat there every weekend being a single mother, and trying not to think about spending the rest of my life alone. I got through the nights ok. I had some toys and the internet. And when that's all you have, it starts to feel like satisfaction. But it wasn't. It was just enough to keep me content. I didn't realize that till Steve awakened me. 

I had just laid out all the food and everyone was serving themselves when I realized there were no croutons in the salad. I was flipping through the cabinets, and found them way up on the top shelf, totally out of my reach. I guess I didn't use them very often. Steve was sitting at the table with his back towards me, but was the closest, and the tallest.

"Hey Steve, think you could grab those croutons for me? I'm just too short."

Steve looked over his shoulder, and then slid his chair out. He was in his early 20s, fit, handsome, funny, smart...yeah, basically the ultimate guy. But never really cared about chasing girls. He rarely ever brought one to dinner, and I never heard him talking about potential prospects. 

"They're right there at the top." I said, pointing to them, with my back to Steve. Then I felt him come up behind me, and I guess I didn't move fast enough and got caught between the countertop and him. 

"No problem, I see them." 

"OH!" He had startled me. I didn't expect him to be right there. I had thought he would just wait for me to move. But he didn't. 
 "Ah sorry, Aunt Rachel. I thought I could get them without bumping into you." 
 He then handed me the croutons and headed back to the table for dinner. 

I was momentarily stunned. I just stood there, staring off into space. You see, when Steve bumped into me in front of that countertop, I felt something. It was something in his jeans. And maybe I was completely off base, and it was his wallet or his keys, but honestly, I immediately thought it was his cock. It wasn't pointy like keys or flat like a wallet. It was a round bulge, right in the center of his jeans. When he pressed up against me, it created a gap between us, for a split second. I felt it, before I felt anything else. I felt it right at the top of my ass. It had to be his cock. But I had to know for sure. 

I decided to go back to the table and sit right next to Steve. Maybe I could get a look at the front of his jeans, as he ate. 

"Sis, you think you could shift a little to your left? I want to be close to the kitchen, just in case someone needs something." 

After she moved, I sat on Steve's left, and prayed I had a chance to sneak a little peak. Unfortunately, I realized right away, it was going to be very difficult. Steve was in real close to the table, and the tablecloth was hanging low enough to cover his jeans. 

"Steve, pass me those mashed potatoes, please?" As he turned to grab them, I casually looked down. Nothing. 

"So Steve, how's that new little business you started? Everything working out ok? Need a bookkeeper!?" Everyone laughed, including Steve. I was hoping he'd turn to me and I'd get a new angle.

"ahah It's going ok Aunt Rachel. I just started though, so I don't need a bookkeeper. As soon as I do though, you'll be the first person I call."

I forgot to add sweet to that list. He was always a kind kid, and now he's grown up to be a kind and generous adult. 

But still NO PEEK! This was getting frustrating. I had to step up my game. 

"Steve, you think after you eat you could help me with something upstairs? My printer is all screwed up."

"What do you need a printer for, Aunt Rachel? Everything is stored on your computer. If you need to send someone something, just email it to them."

"Oh hush Steve. I'm an old woman, I don't understand all this fancy emailing." I was just fooling with him, but I think he took it seriously, because he quieted up and didn't say anything till we were done eating. 

Once everyone finished eating, I started to clean up the table. I guess Steve was still feeling bad about what he said, cause he stayed and helped me clean up. I saw an opportunity, and seized it.

"So Steve, can you help me with that printer?"

"Sure Aunt Rachel."

Success!

I have a small condo, but it's 2 floors. The bedrooms were upstairs with a full bathroom, and the living room, kitchen and dinning room were downstairs. It was a decent place, made even better because I bought it on my own, without the help of anyone. I was proud of that. 

Steve and I headed toward the stairs. When we got there, I had an idea. My stairs weren't straight up from the first to the second floor. They had a small landing, then they turned. Maybe I could create another close encounter between the two of us. 

I went up the stairs first, with Steve close behind. "So Steve, why haven't you brought any girls by lately? They must be banging down your door?"

"Just trying to focus on my new business. That's all."

When we got to the landing, I faked going up the first step, then stopped short. My plan worked. Steve ran right into me. This time I got the same stab at the top of my ass. It was unmistakable this time. Steve's cock must be all curled up inside his underwear, waiting to exploded. It felt like I was hit in the ass with a sack of rocks. It was an impressive package, to say the least. 

"Ohh Steve, I'm sorry, I just thought I forgot something, but I didn't."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Steve looked up at me. He was genuinely concerned. 

I smiled at him. "It would take more than a little bump to hurt this rump." Then turned and walked up the steps. This time it was Steve's turn to be momentarily stunned. I got to the fifth step, before he even started. He just watched me walk up. I think he was even looking at my "rump".

I took a left and headed into my room, where the computer was. 

"Here it is Steve. For some reason, I just can't get it to print. I send PDFs to it, pictures, excel files, everything, but nothing wants to come out." 

I actually knew what the issue was. While everyone was eating, I took a short trip up to my room and turned the printer off. I needed a problem with the printer, but I didn't want to break the thing!

Steve sat down at the desk and started to see if the printer drivers were installed. "When was the last time you used it?" He said, still looking at the screen.

"I used it the other day to print out some work I took home from the office." He just found out the printer drivers are installed correctly. I was standing behind him while he worked. I was leaning over his left shoulder, getting a good look at the screen. Well, that's what he thought I was doing. Actually I was getting a good look at the crotch of his jeans. They were tight and conformed to a beautifully rounded stump of manhood. Why didn't I ever notice this before? 

That's when it hit me. 

Because this is my nephew! 

"The drivers look like they're installed correctly, Aunt Rachel. Is it possible the plug might of fell out the back?"

What was I doing? Trying to sneak a peek at my hot nephew's dick? Why was I this desperate? This horny? I'm a good looking woman. Sure I'm in my 40s. But I have a small waist, a nice rack, and a tight rear end. I could get a man, If I really wanted to. Right? 

I started to doubt myself a little bit. Maybe I was spent. Maybe I was over the hill and couldn't get a man, like my nephew Steve. I think he looked at my ass when I walked up the steps, though. Or was that just my imagination? 

With my head over his right shoulder, I said, "I'll take a look!"

I then went around him, got down on my hands and knees, and stuck my head behind the computer desk. When I did this, I stuck my ass, way up in the air. I wasn't wearing pants either. I was wearing a skirt. A short one. 

"What does the plug look like? There's a million wires back here." I didn't hear Steve say anything, so I looked over my shoulder, and between the desk's legs. There was my sexy Nephew, all of about 20 years old, staring directly at my ass. Instantly my pussy started to get wet. He couldn't take his eyes off it. The skirt must be riding high, because I could feel the air hitting my panties. It was a nice summer day, so that's all I had on. No stockings at all. I decided to give him a second, before asking him again. As I waited, I saw Steve move his right hand up to his crotch and adjust his cock. It was so hot. Steve was getting a hardon from staring at my ass!

"Steve? The wire? What does it look like?"

"Oh yeah sorry, it's a USB cord. Small. The plug is less than an inch wide." 

"Ok let me check."

Obviously I wasn't checking anything. I was just kneeling there, waving my tight butt in his face! 

I took another peak through the desk legs. It was nearly impossible for him to see me because my head was behind the computer. He was still staring at my ass. But now he was sort of slumped in his chair, trying to get a better angle to see up my skirt. He wasn't just taking a look now. He was actively trying to see my panties. His right hand was still on his cock. But he stopped adjusting. Now it looked more like rubbing. Was my nephew jerking himself off through his jeans, to the sight of my ass? 

"Give me another minute Steve, I think I found it. Just not completely sure."

"No problem Aunt Rachel. Take your time."

Yeah I bet! I don't think anything this hot has ever happened to me. I've never seen any of my boyfriends masturbate in front of me. And my ex didn't even pay attention to me. But here was my nephew, just rubbing his giant bulge, not more than a couple of feet from me. I'm so glad I was wearing black panties or he's probably notice the wet spot that must be forming between my legs. At that moment, I felt a drop squeeze past them, and start to drip down my leg. I immediately stopped gazing at Steve and started backing out of my hiding spot.

"YEP! It's in. There's no problem back here." I shimmed out from behind the computer and saw Steve sit straight up in his chair and put his forearms on his knees to cover his jeans. "What else could it be Steve?" I felt more drips of hot pussy juice start to cover the inside of my legs. My pussy was letting loose years of tension, and there was nothing I could do about it. I started to get warm. I needed to sit down. I went behind Steve and sat on the bed. 

"Are you sure you looked at the right wire Aunt Rachel?"

"Yeahhhh" I sounded drained. My pussy was on fire and I couldn't think. I wanted to get my vibrator from the night stand, and just ram it deep inside my cunt. 

What the hell was I saying? This is my nephew. I can't think like this. I need to be an adult. I'm twice his age. 

"Let me look behind the printer. Maybe it unplugged from there." Said Steve

"Okkk. Sure..." I wasn't even paying attention now. I was red faced and trembling. Steve was leaning over the printer and checking the back. His muscular six foot one frame was not what I needed to see at the moment. His jeans were just as tight in the back, and they were in the front, and his cute butt was on display. 

"Hmm this is plugged in too. I don't get it."

He then started to look at the front of the printer. It was about to be game over. He wouldn't miss-

"Wait a second, this thing isn't even on!" Steve exclaimed.

I snapped out of my horny stupor and shouted, "Get out of here! Really?"

"ahah yes really. I was starting to feel like an idiot. Now I totally feel like one." 

"Oh my god, Steve, I'm so sorry! I totally didn't realize that. No wonder nothing printed." I smiled at him. God he was handsome. "Let's head back down stairs. We should have dessert soon." I went to stand up, and Steve stopped me.

"Hold on Aunt Rachel. I wanted to talk to you about something." He sat down next to me on the bed. I started to feel hot again. "Earlier, when we were at dinner, when I said you should email everything, instead of printing it, you said you were an old woman, and couldn't do any of that new technical stuff. I wanted to make sure you knew I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh I know honey. I was just joking with you." Which I was. Secretly though, that's what I thought about myself. I thought I was old and not worth a young man's time. 

"Ok good, because you're not old. And you definitely don't look old. You're beautiful."

That surprised me. I didn't think he was going to say that. I thought he was just going to apologize and make sure I knew he didn't mean anything by it. I didn't think he'd tell me I was beautiful. I was flattered, of course. Just caught off guard. 

"Well...thanks Steve. That's kind of you to say." I really had no idea how to react. 5 minutes ago I was ready to ravage myself while watching my nephew fix a printer, and now I was gazing at him at a complete loss for words. "I didn't think a young man like you would notice someone like me."

"Someone like you?" he said squinting his eyes a little. "What do you mean, someone like you?"

I stared at him. He was serious. He really wanted to know. "Well I don't know. Me being your Aunt and twice your age. I figured you wouldn't think I was pretty."

"You're more than pretty Aunt Rachel. You're..." He looked me right in the eyes. "...sexy. You've always kept yourself in good shape. You wear great clothes. You're just a really attractive woman."

That was too much for me. Steve just gave me more compliments than I've received in the last 25 years combined. He did this all while looking at me with his bedroom eyes and sitting so close, our arms were almost touching. I could feel his masculinity beside me. He was incredible. A true man. A man that with just a few words, could light a woman's pussy a blaze.

He slowly looked down my face, to my neck. I kept completely still. He lingered at the collar of my blouse for a moment, then started to eye my tits. My nipples were hard as bullets. You could see them sticking out. I didn't care. In that moment I didn't care what he saw. I wanted him to know I was turned on. I wanted him to know, he was the one who did it. 

"Thank you Steve. You're so sweet to me." I put my hand on his leg. He looked up at me. I rubbed my hand on his thigh. "That means a lot coming from such a handsome young man." I moved my hand up his leg a little. At that moment I had a decision to make. I could either stop right there, stand up, and tell him we needed to go downstairs, or I could put my hand on his giant cock. It really wasn't a tough decision. "You know, I saw you rubbing your dick before." His eyes shot open.

"Aunt Rachel...I...I...I didn't realize...I got these uncomfortable-"

I cut him off. "Don't worry about it Steve. It was really flattering. I liked watching you. What woman, wouldn't?"

"...they're really just too tight...wait, what? You liked watching me?"

"hahah yes silly! But I will say that I felt bad for you. It looked like you were a little uncomfortable. Is it tough to wear underwear with that big thing?" I stared down at his cock and gave my head a little nod towards it. That got him smiling. "See? There's nothing to be ashamed about. We're both adults here." I moved my hand up a little. I was finally going to see what thing really felt like. "Can I touch it?" 

His grin got even bigger. "I would give anything to feel your hand on me Aunt Rachel."

I moved my hand higher up his leg, till I reached the bulge. I hesitated for a second, right beside it. I looked him right in the eye as I put my hand directly on that big dick. It was massive. He wasn't even fully hard yet. He took a deep breathe as I moved my hand over his cock. I was checking out where it began and where it ended. My cunt was aching right now. 

"Why don't I let this monster stretch a bit. ok?" I didn't even wait for an answer, and he didn't offer one. I unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped them. He was wearing black boxer briefs. His cock was coiled up like a snake. The head was nearly peaking out the top. The waist band looked like it was going to explode. "My god baby, you're something else. I've never seen anything like this in my life." I was enamored with it. I was totally focused on it. I needed a closer look. "Steve, could I pull these down?" I grabbed at his underwear with my fingertips. 

"Aunt Rachel. I...I've never been with someone before. I...no one has done this sort of thing to me."

My hot sexy nephew is a virgin!!?? Not only that, but he's never even had a girl see his cock? 

"Baby, are you serious? How could that be? You're like a god!" I was trying to calm him down. Make him smile. Make sure he knew he was a really exceptional specimen. I began to rub his cock through his underwear. I needed him to relax.

His head tilted back. "I just haven't had the time to think about that sort of stuff." His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. I was slowly rubbing every inch of him. He was getting hard, and soon that underwear wasn't going to hold him back. 

"I promise I won't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to let it out so we could play a little. It looks so uncomfortable. So cooped up in there." I rubbed him a little harder and a little faster. My legs were shaking with excitement. I'd do anything to sit on this right now. But I couldn't. The family was downstairs and we couldn't make too much noise. There would be no fucking tonight. But that didn't mean I couldn't get him off. "Let me help you out. I can make this go away. You don't want to go downstairs with a giant hardon in your pants, do you?"

"No." He said softly. 

"Good. Aunt Rachel will deal with this right now. Don't worry." I got off the bed and knelt down in between his legs. I stared up at my Nephew. He was so innocent. He had no idea the power he could have over woman. This big dick he has could wreck any hole he chose. No woman could resist a dick this big, when it was attached to such a handsome, sweet man. Steve needed to learn how to take what was his. And I was just the woman to do that. 

"Sit up baby. Let me take these down." I reached up and grabbed the waist band to his underwear, and his jeans. As he sat up, I yanked them down in one smooth motion. His cock jumped out at me. He wasn't even totally hard yet, but he was still a full 8 inches. He was thick too, with a big set of balls and a tight sac. He must be ready to burst. 

I looked up him and smiled, "You're fucking huge honey." I began to stroke him from the crown to the base.

"Holy shit Aunt Rachel. I can't believe this is happening right now." 




My Nephew Steve



"It is Steve. But it needs to happen quick because everyone downstairs is probably wondering where we are." I scooted closer to him, while still pulling on that big piece of meat between his legs. "Can I use my mouth Steve?"

"Oh god." That's all he said. 

I got a huge grin on my face and lowered my head down on him. My sweet nephew was nearly 10 inches and rock hard. Precum started to leak out of the tip of dick. I licked it right off and swallowed it. He tasted perfect. I never liked swallowing any of my boyfriends, and I definitely hated it with my ex. But it seemed different with Steve. I knew he was a great guy, who would never force a girl to do it. Which made me want it so bad. 

I opened my mouth and accepted his massive mushroom of a head. It filled me up right away, but I was determined to get more of it in. My lips strained over the size of him. I could hear him whimpering. I looked up and saw him staring at me. His face was tortured. He wanted to cum so bad. I started to bob my head up and down on his shaft. I could get 4 or 5 inches in, before he bottomed out my throat. For now, that would have to do. 

With half his giant cock in my mouth, and the other half in my hand, I pumped him as fast as I could without making too much noise. With my free arm, I took his hand and put it on the back of my head. I wanted him to own my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I wanted him to get off inside my mouth. 

At first he was unsure about what to do. I took my mouth off him and gave him some direction. "Pull my head down onto your big cock Steve. This is your mouth to do with as you please. Use it for your pleasure."

"Fuck, Aunt Rachel, you're so hot." 

He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled me down. I gagged a little, but I loved every second of it. I was on my knees, blowing my beautiful nephews giant dick, while the rest of the family was downstairs setting up dessert. This was the hottest night of my life. 

I kept my eyes locked on Steve the whole time. I wanted to see the exact moment he was going to explode. And I got my wish. As soon as he started to pick up his hips and fuck my mouth, I knew he was ready. I began to suck and jerk even faster. I didn't care if anyone heard anything. I wanted to feel Steve shoot his load right down my throat. I wanted his semen in my stomach. I wanted every hot drop of spunk he could muster from those giant balls. 

"Aunt Rachel. I'm going to cum. What...what...what should I do...ahhh??"

I said nothing, and just kept sucking. The first shot hit the back of my throat with such force, I choked. But Steve held me close, while he shot a second load. This one hit the back of my throat too, but I was ready for it. My eyes began to water, but I had to keep pumping him dry. Steve deserved a woman that could handle a cock like this. I wanted to be that woman. The third load dropped on my tongue and I tilted my head back so it rolled down my throat, with the other two. After that, I thought he was done. I was wrong. As I started to pull his cock out of my mouth, a fourth shot came out and hit me in the lips. Then Steve did something that nearly gave me an orgasm. He grabbed my hair real tight, and said...

"Open your mouth again Aunt Rachel, I have more."

"Do it baby. This is your mouth to fill. I want it so fucking bad."

With his other hand, he jerked off directly into my waiting mouth. He gave me 3 more good shots, before the cum started to dribble out. I swallowed everything I could get my lips on. 

After that his shoulders slumped a little, he breathed in deep, and then let it out. I could tell he needed that. He was probably aching for someone to take care of him. 

"Wow Aunt Rachel. I've never felt anything like that."

"Better than your hand, right?" I said while cleaning up my face and swallowing any left over cum. 

"haha way better." 

"Steve, you can't say anything about this. What we did needs to stay between us. I'm your Aunt, and it could ruin this entire family, if anyone found out."

"Don't worry Aunt Rachel, I won't say anything. But will we be able to do it again?"

"If you stay quiet and not give us away. Deal?"

"Deal." 

Then I smiled at him, and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. But Steve turned a little and kissed me on the mouth. It felt great. It was soft and felt like love, not sex. 

We broke apart a second later, and I looked at him. "Amy won't be home till 8 tomorrow. She has some after school stuff. Come by and we'll work on your stamina."

He smiled, nodded, and we walked downstairs for dessert.