7 comments/ 81047 views/ 25 favorites An Irrisistable Boy By: qualitywheat The telephone call that was to change my life totally happened one normal Friday night and it was from my sister who lives 180 miles away from me. I was having a quiet time all by myself after months of arguing, being harassed and pestered. I had finally got rid of my philandering husband. It had been quite an ordeal just getting him out of the house. And he wasn't a happy bunny! He felt I owed him something! Can you believe that? He, who had just about fucked and shagged anything that came his way. I think he would have fucked a sweeping brush from a hairdressers shop given the chance! When we had met four years ago, I already owned my own home, my parents who were wealthy in their own right had bequeathed my sister and I, a house of our choice and there was no mortgage, absolutely nothing to pay except running costs. We both regarded ourselves as being extremely lucky to have such caring and nice loving parents. I had a good job, I was reasonably well paid so my life was good and it was cosy. I had never had a need for a man, don't get me wrong, I have never batted for the other side, although I have to confess I have been tempted a couple of times. But I have had plenty of boyfriends, many lovers and my life was great. Then I got to thirty and I seemed to change, the idea of having a husband started to appeal to me. The only caveat my parents placed on my sister and me regarding the houses and everything pertaining to such, was. Papers had to be signed by any future husbands that they would have no claim to the property's and property of ours. Unless said husband etc was to build, increase in size and value or whatever, then they would be given their share. This turned out to be a god send in my case. I am thirty four now, my sister is forty, and we got our respective properties at the age of twenty, or rather the money to buy the said property. I don't have children; I didn't want to bring a child into the world as a single parent, so I was always cautious. And then I met Brian who was to become my husband. He was great to be with, made me laugh, we got on terrifically, I wasn't to know he was a serial love cheat. If I had I wouldn't have gone anywhere near him. We got married even though I still had lingering reservations about it. We had been wed a few months when I began to suspect he was messing around. I found out for sure and then I found out even more. Every time he went out with his mates, he always went on Friday night, boys night! And he wouldn't come home until the next day sometimes. There were marks on his neck, the smell of perfume, the odd lipstick mark. Any way long story short, I set divorce proceedings in motion, he of course contested them. He wanted half of everything we had, WE? He got nothing, then he wouldn't go, he was sorry, all the rest of it, it never stopped him and the girls though did it. Then a month ago I had the locks changed, he couldn't get in. He caused a commotion, someone called the police on my behalf and he spent the night in jail and was fined for his shenanigans. When he came the next time all his belongings were in bags waiting for him, my dad was there and saw him off with a huge flea in his ear. Now a month on I am back to my happy carefree self, or I was until my sister called me, I had no idea what was in store for me, but to be fair, no one else could have known either. We have always been close and shared our lives, even though its mostly by phone and e mail now because we live apart. My parents also moved away last year to the seaside to retire, so I'm here on my own but with my happy life too I have plenty of friends, I'm happy at work, I have an active social life and unknown to any one, I also hunt the guys too, ha ha ha ha. I'm 5ft 4" good looking so getting a guy isn't a problem except some of them seem a bit scared to approach me, so I have let a guy know if I'm interested in him. All my bits are in the right place and work terrifically, my nipples can and do send me into orbit if handled correctly. My neck is like a volcano when kissed and nibbled in the right order. And my pussy is very receptive to a good cock. And there is nothing more I like than holding one and eating it! And the icing on the cake? The thick cream going down my hungry neck when it explodes in my mouth because I was the one that made it explodes! But please don't get me wrong, I'm not sex mad, I'm not a nympho, I love sex, but every thing is in moderation. I count myself as very lucky really to be the person I am, where I am, and what I do. Life really is sweet for me, especially now I've got rid of that loser husband, what a tosser! I am well adjusted, I don't think I have any hang ups, I regard myself as an equal to most people. Give way when I need to, and don't when I don't have to. But this was all to change in the most dramatic and unexpected way. My life was about to turn on its head and leave me hanging upside down. The Friday night, and the phone call. "Hi Claire, its me," said my sister. "Hello me," I answered cheekily. "Huh that old chestnut, you ought to be on stage sis," she laughed. I laughed with her, I love her with all my heart, and I know she loves her baby sister the same way. Neither of us knew what she was going to ask me would have the affect it was going to have. "Peter has been accepted for Kings College. Claire," She told me proudly. "That's brilliant Sue, just great," I said, not realising the possible implication. "Yes, he starts there in September," she said. "Lovely, does he need anything," I asked, "is there anything I can do for him?" Peter is Sue's only son, her baby, she dotes on him and he is a smashing lad, I love him, and I know he loves it when he comes over with his mom and dad. "Well there is actually," Sue said. "What, what can I do?" "Can he stay with you until he gets settled, and find somewhere later?" Sue asked tentatively. I never even hesitated. "Sue I would love to have him here, he can stay as long as he likes, as you know I'm on my own again, thank god!" "Oh Claire I was hoping and praying you would say that, oh thank you Claire thank you, thank you," Her tears was running down the phone and into my ear! I cried with her, if she's happy, so am I, if she sad, I'm sadder. "Its okay Sue, when will he be coming?" "Can we bring him this weekend, he has a lot to do and sort before he starts. I want him fully settled and no worries, and I know he'll get that with you Claire, oh thank you, thank you, thank you." She blubbered. I had to laugh at her. "I'll have his room ready for him for Friday next? Is that what you are looking at Sue?" I asked her. "Yes Claire yes, that'll be great, but I don't know what I'm going to do without him, he's my baby you know." She whimpered. I laughed again. "Yes Sue I know, I'll take great care of him, don't you worry." I told her, we chatted about this and that, what she wanted me to do, all the motherly things as well. I got his room ready and was waiting for them to arrive on the Friday night; they all piled in, bags and cases, a computer, a swivel chair, one of those Tablets, books, folders, a drop down desk. It was like a school room by the time they had finished. Sue and her husband stayed the night and in the morning after breakfast, and after much weeping and wailing from Sue over losing her baby, they eventually left. But I also sensed some tension between Sue and Peter, I put it down to her sadness. Peter and I spent a very leisurely weekend doing this and that, we went for a pub lunch, he is 19 his dad says he can go on his own! The reason he is starting late at college is because he is taking his gap year before he goes! He is a very handsome boy, and I had told Sue that he was going to be a heart breaker in a year or two. 'Don't say that Claire, he's so lovely, the thought of him with a girl kills me' she had said wanly. If you or any one else had told me that within four days he would be fucking the life out of me I would have told you to go and see a head shrink. But that's exactly what happened, It was so unexpected, so unreal, so surprising, that I didn't have any thing to fight it, or him with. He took me over completely. I never knew I was the person he uncovered. From the Saturday until the Monday things were what you would only term as normal, but I was sensing from him a power, an aura, a sense of inner strength, a strong demeanour, strength of personality. He had always been a strong minded boy, if he decided to do something, it would get done, come hell or high water. I'm still not sure what it was or even is. I only know it is, and was, more than I could handle when I faced it and him. And in my short visits to his home, and he to mine I had never noticed it. But now I could feel it, it came off him in a shower of sparks, okay; a slight exaggeration, but you get the picture? I had had the Monday off to be with him, and he was intriguing me more and more. I didn't know, or never knew he had, or has, a sort of dominant but gentle nature, one that I found out can over ride your own in a way that it subverts you. And I was entering into that position very quickly. Looking back, I know now that he knew very well what it was he had, it seemed to generate its own personality electrical supply, which shocked and stunned you unknowingly, but seemingly happily into place. The day it happened was as normal as usual for me. I went to work on Tuesday morning; at three in the afternoon Peter called me and asked me if I would come home right away. "I want to see you Aunty Claire," he said. "Okay I'm on my way," I told him without asking for the reason he wanted to see me. He wanted to see me, so I went home. It was the first time in our, unknown to me, relationship, and I had just said yes, instead of asking why? I hurried home none the less, he needed me didn't he? When I got in I called to him. "Peter, I'm home honey." "I'm up here Claire," he called back. 'Claire,' he had said, not Aunty Claire? I thought. I went up and walked into his room. He was standing by the window. And he was wearing only a pair of boxers. This was the first time I have even seen him in a state of undress. The woman in me couldn't help but admire the handsome strong young man that he was. Tall and strong, smooth and supple, lithe and with easy movement. But I also noticed something else. The room was charged, it crackled, or it seemed to. My inner senses switched on, what is it? I wondered. I felt my nipples click on, they stiffened inside my blouse. 'Oooooh,' I thought wickedly to myself. "Come here Claire," it was said with commanding softness, but it hit my brain like a hammer. I walked up to him, a cocoon of charged particles surrounded me, I shivered involuntarily. I asked him if everything was alright. "It is now," he said, and put his arm around my shoulder. I felt like a little school girl in the presence of a strict dominant teacher. He looked at me, I lifted my face and looked at him, it was hypnotising, and that's exactly what it was, hypnotising. Then he kissed me, I couldn't have been more shocked or taken aback. But did I pull away, did I remonstrate with him, did I admonish him and tell him to stop being silly? Did I hell. I let him, and in moments I was kissing back, my arms went around him, and we locked into a lovers embrace. I never once thought, 'what the hell are you doing Claire,' it never entered my head; my head was full of the kiss that was knocking my socks off. He took his time, all in hindsight, he just led the way and I followed, my 19 year old nephew was seducing me as easily as taking candy from a baby. I seemed to be in a cloud, floating somewhere. Here I was, a full grown woman of the world, an ex husband who I had tossed out, took whichever lover I chose to take, went out with any guy I deemed to go out with, do what I wanted to do, go where I wanted to go, and be what I wanted to be. And I had, if the truth could have been known then, submitted to him, my sisters son, my nephew, he had got me, he was about to take me, and I had no thoughts on the subject. I was where he wanted me, I was where I wanted me to be, although this was still not in my head. His kiss grew deeper and deeper, and I went under with it. He wasn't stood side on to me now either, he was facing me, my arms up around his neck, his around my waist holding me to him. And his cock was pressing into me, it was burning a hole right through me. I had never experienced such a feeling of such intense submissiveness, it wasn't in the grovelling sense, but in the sense that I needed to do it, do it for him. It was just the most natural thing to do, give in. But I wasn't giving in, not yet anyway. Peter was doing the taking, and he was taking me, I had no say, but that didn't matter at all, all that mattered to me was the moment. His hands closed over my bum and lifted me slightly; this had the effect of rubbing his cock on to my pussy. I mewled into his mouth. He then let go of me, and pushed his shorts down freeing the thing that was to push me all the way over the edge. He stepped away from me and I was looking at it, then I was being lowered on to his bed. Now he was over me, my clothes started coming of with all the help he needed from me. I just looked up into those eyes that melted into mine, they burned into me. Soon I was naked but I didn't know it, my hand found him, he smiled at me. "Hello Aunty Claire," he said. My submission to him was under way. I felt grateful for it, don't ask me why I didn't know then, and I still don't know now, all I do know is I will be his as long as he wants me. It all fitted me so good, and so well, giving him me, was something wonderful. The thing is, and I have to tell you before I go on. I am not a submissive woman in any sense of the word, I can and do hold my own; I always have done, even now. I am no body's fool I can tell you. It's just him, he can literally bring me to my knees with just so much a s look, or a word. I love it, I love giving everything I am to him, even though he has expanded my horizons somewhat, much to my not too keen (at the time) surprise, but I'll get to that later. I grasped his thick young cock in my hand like I had been doing it all my life, he felt so deliciously good. I know now he is fully experienced, I assume, though he has never confirmed it, that this thing he has, this controlled power or what ever it is that he has on me, has stood him in good stead. My sisters boy was about to enter me. I was agog with wanting and waiting, I had only been there moments and yet the wait seemed to be lasting a life time. I couldn't drag my eyes from his, he held me in space, a time continuum. Like 'beam me up Scottie,' as captain Kirk would order. I just wanted it to happen to me. I felt the nudge, then I guided him into me, he pushed, I pushed, I let go and he sank into me, and we met in the middle. Nothing in my life has felt so good as that very moment. He was flat on me, his lovely cock was where god had made it to go, deep into his Aunty Claire's quivering pussy. He came up on his elbows, hooked his hands under my shoulders and then he took off! If I didn't know what it was going to be like, I soon found out. It was utterly breath taking, his smile never left his lips, he kissed me, smiled at me again. And then the first of many wondrous debilitating bangs, thumps, crumps, and explosions rocked my world. He fucking (pardon me) took me to pieces, to the cleaners. I just held on while what ever it was he had in his system abated itself, I have never under gone such a beautiful hammered fucking as that, wonder never came into it. I just floated about under him as he made love to me, because that's what he was doing, he was fucking me senseless yes, yet the love was pure divinity. Slaps and groans came and went, as his hips slapped into mine again, and again, and again. I realised I was staring at my feet, they were high over his back, my knees under his arms, my hands fixed into his back as I got beaten more and more. I have always been a multi climaxer, if that's the right term, but only in given moments with the right guy, but I was blasting them out now wholesale. The term, rag doll, and me are now close friends, Peter pumped me up like a flat tyre, he filled me with cum so much, it dripped out of me as he refilled my vagina, it mingled with my own and ran out on to his bed. He toppled onto me when he had emptied his balls, I just held him and told him I loved him. That I had just been given the ultimate gift a man can give a woman, utter satisfaction, and complete contentment. And I meant every word, and every letter. I lay there dazed, and as dazed as any person, or woman could ever be after that, he had over run me, defeated, and routed me. I had surrendered at the walls of his mind. And I couldn't have felt better. The guilt could come later as far as I was concerned. He rolled away, then twisted towards me, pulled my shattered body to his, kissed me passionately, then said. "You won't believe how long I have waited and wanted to do this Claire," no pretences at Aunty now! "Well," I whispered back to him, "you have certainly made up for lost time Peter that was truly amazing honey, it really was, and you are truly amazing too." He laughed. "Yea, I suppose I am Claire." I lightly punched his arm, he pretended to be seriously hurt, so I kissed it to make it better. "That's not what wants kissing Claire," he said, looking me in the eye. I opened my mouth to speak then understood what he was saying. I nodded my head and went immediately down on his half still thick cock, the one that had just given me light, and air to breathe. I lay my head on his stomach and went to work on the young man that was to become my master, it was something I was completely ignorant of, but that's what he was going to be. I sucked him all in, all out, I slaved (no pun intended) over him, he wanted a blow job, he was going to get my best. I drank down all his and my juices that were over and around him, the smell of us was over powering, it blew my senses of equilibrium out of the window. I munched on his balls, I devoured him, I fingered his ass as I went. I licked him like a child's lollipop; I sucked him like the worlds most powerful Hoover. I became almost demented in my desire to get him to cum again. He got fully erect again. I worked hard on him and at him. I loved servicing him; my goal in life at the moment was to have him blow a load down my willing waiting throat. I had to wait a while, in fact I had the feeling that he was making me wait until he was ready, before he gave me his spunk! When it came I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I really thought I had too when it jetted into me, thick hot creamy powerful spunk is a fabulous aphrodisiac for me. I came at the instant he washed my mouth with his nectar of cum. I cringed around him as my orgasm bit deep into me, sending me near insane with desire for this boy. I lay there on him, his cock soft now; but still captured between my lips. I didn't want to let it out. The smell and taste of him was hurting my brain beautifully. He was caressing my back, it felt so sensuous, it was so lovely, I almost cried. 'How has this happened?' I said to myself, I couldn't think how, I only knew that it had, and I also knew it would happen again, as many times as possible, and when ever he wanted it. I understood inside that it wasn't going to be down to me. The feeling of ownership was in me, belonging. He was the owner, and I belonged to him, natural progression, evolution in progress, my head and heart told me. This boy had a power, a power that was I knew, greater than me. I utterly loved it and what it meant, the more I thought about it, the significance became more meaningful and more apparent. I was owned, I was his, he was the man, I was his woman, end off! An Irrisistable Boy His mother, my sister, has a forceful personality, a real strength of character, his father is the silent type, maybe nature had mixed a bit of both and come up with Peter? A thought briefly popped into my mind, what would my sister think if she could see me now? Her son's cock stuck firmly in his Aunty Claire's willing mouth. The feeling from Peter stayed with me, I accepted it wholly, it meant something, just what I didn't know. But I liked the feeling that my life wasn't mine any more, well, not like it had been, or what I was used to. The change in me was as sudden as it was marvellous. I looked forward to finding out more about this me, the one I had never met nor known of. He pulled me up and I reluctantly let his limp cock drop out of my jealous mouth. I lay head on shoulder, my arm went around him. I felt happy, I was settled, I wanted more of this utter enigma, this man boy that had just so ably derailed my life. And set a new train in motion. I was to find out later as we went on just how strong he was, what he could do with just a word or a look. And more to the point his growing love of sexual deviation, of which I was to become an integral part, for a while. I got a call from his mother that night asking me how things were going, how was he, how was I, Was I looking after him, taking care of his needs and all the rest of it. I assured her I was, and she said the strangest thing. "I'll bet you are," she said, in a, none too conspirational way, I couldn't understand her, was she being funny with me? She seemed a little distant; I put it down to her missing Peter so much. I gave the phone to Peter and left the room, I didn't want to eaves drop, but they were already talking in hushed tones as I left. I felt jealous, 'bloody hell woman, get a grip, he is only talking to his mother for god's sake!' I told myself loudly. I went to shower, in there I had all the thoughts I should have had, and I also asked myself, 'why don't you feel guilty Claire?' The bald truth was I didn't. Peter had given me what I didn't know I had missed, love. I finished, put on a dress and went back. Peter came into the kitchen, I was making us a meal, I was wrapped up in his strong young arms in a moment, we kissed, then he bent me over backwards over my table. "You smell fantastic Claire," he said, kissing my neck, as he lifted my dress up. He slid out of sight and I felt my panties slipping over my thighs, then they appeared in the air as he tossed them over his shoulder. I never spoke. I just let and watched it happen. He raised my legs in the air and let them down on to his wide shoulders. Then sudden ecstasy, his mouth closed over my puffy moist lips and his tongue found the spot, I orgasmed just like that. I grabbed his head and held it tight. I had always enjoyed making love with my ex husband, but it had never had the charge that this had. Peter had it over me in spades. I'm sure his tongue tickled my cervix, he felt that deep and insistent. Then he got my ass, the hidden tongue licked it, it was so warm and sensuous I had another little climax. A sudden urge to thrust myself at him overcame me. He had dug his tongue right in. My legs went up in the air all of their own accord. I grabbed my own ankles and spread my feet to give him all the room he needed while he devastated me wholly. I looked down through pinched and slatted eyes. I could see the top of his head as it moved around on and in me. Long, slow and tenuous licks and slurps followed. Bombs went off in me, I forced my feet up to my head, I wanted him to blow me apart. And he did, oh did he! My feet crashed down on him as the detonation hit me, followed by more earth tremors as my orgasms ran this way and that. I had never squirted from my pussy but I did right there on my kitchen table, and all orchestrated by my 19 year old nephew, my adoring sister's son. All I could see of him was the top of his head and the sounds of him slurping away in me and on me. I had more intense but so satisfying orgasms with him, for him, and because of him. This was what my body and mind set had been waiting for. I hadn't known I needed this but Peter seemed to. He had tapped into an unknown reservoir in me, took the cap off and I had erupted. When stood above me and I was lying prone on the table, his face was wet and slick with my hot juices. He reached for a towel and wiped his face, smiling at me all the way. "Peter you are a beautiful boy," I told him. My capitulation was complete. "If I was only half as beautiful and sexy as you Claire I would be a very happy man indeed." He replied with honesty. "Don't you worry about a thing honey," I said, "you've got it, whatever 'it' is." "Well," he answered, "I'm glad about that then because I have you because of 'it!' I laughed while still on my back, "help me up Peter, I have to finish our dinner okay?" He lifted me in his arms and I stared into his lovely brown eyes, not wanting to break any moment, I would wait to see what he decided for us. He kissed me, and I could taste me on his lips, my whole body convulsed with it. "You alright Claire?" he asked. He had no idea how alright I really was, none at all. He let go of me, patted my bum, to send me on my way. "But," he said, as his hand fell on my supple rump and pinched it lightly. "That's next Claire," I turned around and he was moving away to the sitting room. Had he just told me he was going to do me from behind or had he told me he was going to do my behind? I smiled inwardly and somewhat happily. If I could turn on a young man such as he, then at the ripe old age of 34 I knew I still had it to attract almost any man. Then the realisation of him saying, 'that's next Claire,' settled on me. I had never had sex up there, my ex had tried along with a few boyfriends but it had never seemed right. It wasn't because I would always refuse Cart Blanche, I had never wanted to be done up my ass before by anyone. But the thought of Peter doing me there filled me with dread and total excitement at the same time. I don't know if he had some sort of timetable going, I would have to wait and see where it all went. I would be patient, I also knew that when he decided he was going to do it, he would do it! And I also knew I would silence any protestations too, I would submit and hope that he would be gentle with me, because, I also knew too that it would hurt. And I was already looking forward to being made to submit to him once more. I went about making diner with a smile on my face, I liked this, I liked it a lot. I briefly thought of my ex, what on earth he would think of his wife, ex wife now. Being the delighted toy of my sister's son? In the cold light of day I suppose I had been taken over somehow, but I was happy with this outcome, I hadn't looked for it, had never sought it out, it had just happened. He had come into my life as my nephew, but now he was my man. I called to him that dinner was ready, he came in and sat at the table but kissing me first. When he was seated I placed his plate in front of him, and without saying a word I straddled him, facing him. I picked the plate up and fed him. He was having such an effect on me. I wanted to be and do everything for him. After I had feed my guy, he held me in place. "Feel," he said. I didn't have to, it was pressing into me. "Peter where do you get it from, I have never known a man who can have this many hard ones, are they just for me?" I said that last bit hoping he would say yes it was. "I have been having hard ons for more years than you could guess at Claire," he told me as he looked into my eyes. I kissed him with all the power I could muster. I was breathless when I pulled away. Now the urge to have him in me again was more than I could bear! "Peter," I mumbled into his face, " I need you in me, right now darling." What was happening to me, I was almost begging him, and even I knew that this was ridiculous? Then the words that tipped me upside down. "Yes I know Claire, I have always known what you have needed, you just never did." I started to speak but to stop me his mouth closed over mine. "Tell me where you want me the most Claire," he whispered. Was he now going to make me tell him what I wanted, what I needed? What he had just told me he already knew? I looked at him, I was nonplussed a little. I wasn't sure how to answer him, but my body answered for me. My desire for this man/boy was too much. I needed him in me, any where he wanted, but particularly up my virgin ass! "Do you really need me to tell you baby?" I said seductively, using what I hoped were my womanly guiles. He grinned at me, and then said strangely. "Later, I'm not sure when I will have a confession for you, One that I have to relate before anyone else does Claire," and with that he lifted me off him and said further, "come on we need to go for a walk to work dinner out of us, than I will give you what we both need, okay?" I never objected, this was all too odd for me to take in, so many things unsaid, so many innuendos, things left hanging somehow. Oh how I wished that life could just trundle along without any unwanted hiccoughs, deviations or distractions. We went for a really long walk along the river, we had lots of privacy and to say I got excited here and there would be the understatement of the year! That night in bed I got my ass reamed, and properly too I can tell you. I would be limping for days after that onslaught. I never had a chance; he just took me, and took it. I tried to keep quiet, but had to squeal sometimes. I just accepted him and it. It all started as soon as we were ensconced under the covers, we both went for each other. It was heaven; I gave as good as I got until he 69nd me. And that as they say, was the end of that! I got floored, his cock hanging down beautifully into my mouth, his knowing tongue all the way in, his teeth scraping my nether regions were too much. Then he got up, sauntered into the bathroom and came back with my baby oil. I knew with an unerring certainty what it was for. I turned over and offered myself, it was time! Peter knelt at my side, he poured some onto his hand and applied it all around me, slipping a finger in and poking deep as he subdued my thoughts. I squirmed and wriggled as he ministered to me, then. "Get up on your knees Claire." Was all he said. I did, I looked behind me and then lowered my head down. I felt him move and then he reached under me, took raging hard nipples, then my clit, and then whump" He was in and up. I bit my lip, but couldn't stop the painful moan escaping my lips. He never said a word, he drove into me slowly, but insistently. I felt him bottom out, (no pun intended) my ass felt as it had been split in two by a fence post. I groaned loudly but inwardly. He almost ripped my nipples off. I think this took my mind off my ass for a moment. My head in my arms I gave myself up to him and his thick log, now firmly fixed in my open barn door ass. But somehow, and unevenly the pain began to dissipate, I was experiencing pleasure, a tenseness that was exquisite within me. The next moan I heard was definitely me, but I knew that moan well. It was my moan to me that I loved my body's response to a cock! "Peter, Peter, oh Peter, oh yes yes darling ohhhhh!" Then he got stuck in, (again no pun intended) he really and truly fucked my ass. I had never known anything like this, it was utterly different to normal lovemaking, so defined, so outrageously dirty, lovingly wonderful. Then he nearly ripped pieces off my hips, his fingers dug in so deep I howled. His last thumping, thudding, crashing crump into me yielded his ejaculation. My ass expanded, it went hard, solid. I was filled full of his creamy thick hot steaming spunk. The next thing I knew I was laying flat on my tummy, Peter at my side breathing deeply. Nothing in my life had ever connected with me like this just had. I felt inspired by it, by him. But I daren't move, I was sure one half of me would roll off the bed, the other staying where it was. Then I fell to sleep, and Peter must have too, when I wakened I was sore, stiff, and wonderfully alive. Peter was still there sleeping next to me, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and slid slowly and somewhat painfully to my feet. I hobbled into the bathroom and ran a hot bath, I stayed there for two hours, replenishing the water as time went by. Then he appeared in the doorway. He looked incongruous; his limp dick was covered in my dried shit. I could only take a guess at what my ass must have looked like! "Come on baby, get in," I told him, he needed no encouragement. I bathed and washed him, paying particular attention to certain areas where I was rewarded with his erectile response. During the following week Peter made love and fucked me anywhere and everywhere in and out of the house he could. The best place was on the back seat of my car with me looking out of the rear window, him stuck all the way in behind me, while I watched shoppers go to and fro from their cars in the car park in town. My sister had in her calls to me then Peter seemed to be bordering on obsession. I asked her what was wrong, if she missed Peter that much she should come over. She arrived the following morning before I had even set off for work. She came in, Peter was still upstairs in my/our bed. I hoped she wouldn't go up. She was tense, something was on her mind? She hedged around everything, I was getting frustrated, and not only because my young lover was upstairs resting after having given me a 'seeing to' 30 minutes ago. Then she came right out and said it. Talk about hitting someone right between the eyes! "Tell me Claire?" she said. "Tell you what Sue?" I asked. "If you are pregnant yet." I had to sit down. "I know Peter is fucking you, I have known from the first week he got here, come on Claire admit it." I blustered and muttered, she had caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, I couldn't deny it. I wanted to, but she had got me with such surprise. "Yes I knew it, but don't worry Claire, I knew it would happen, and there was nothing I could do either," she said slowly, "he wouldn't let me tell you, and he refused to go anywhere but here." "Sue," I said stunned, "what are you talking about?" She ignored me, "he's fantastic isn't he?" "Fantastic?" I asked. "Yes Claire, fantastic in bed, lovemaking, fucking, he's fantastic. I should know Claire he's been doing me for the previous 12 months." "Sue," I almost shouted. "Don't worry sis, it'll remain our secret," she mumbled, "I just can't keep quiet to you any longer." "Sue, I don't believe this is happening, you and Peter, you and he have had a relationship, Peter has been f.... er you?" "Yes I'm afraid so Claire, and he's impossible to resist isn't he?" I knew she was right at that score, he was. "Does Bob know?" Bob is his dad. "No he doesn't, but he knows Peter is a danger to women, I don't mean physically, he has got fed up with women of all ages calling for him. I tried to settle the problem, and that's when he turned to me." "He seduced you, his own mother?" "Yes and it was the easiest thing I have ever witnessed," Sue told me, "I just ended up right where he wanted me, under him!" "So you sent him to me, probably knowing he would 'have a go' at me?" "There was nothing I could do Claire, it was either here or I would lose him." I was angry now, I felt that Peter had betrayed me somehow. "I'm going to work Sue," I told her, and left, but I was back within the hour. I had half expected to find her in bed with him after what she had just told me, but she was drinking tea in the kitchen. I flopped down and looked at her. "What are we going to do Sue?" I asked her. "Do you want him to leave?" she asked me. I spent a lot of time thinking about that. And no matter what reason I came up with, I just didn't want him to go! "No," I told her firmly, "I don't, but?" Sue stood, peered at me then said those fateful words, words that settled the matter for her, for me, and for us. "Shall we go up to him, see what he says?" Sue murmured. I thought for a minute, then nodded my head. I followed her up and into my bedroom, Sue raised an eyebrow. Peter was propped up on a pillow smiling at us, I learned later it was a victory smile. He had the two women he wanted and both were at his feet! "Mum," he greeted her warmly, "I'm so glad you are here at last." "At last?" I repeated. "Yes I knew she would come to me." he said to both of us. This was all going over my head. Peter had been making love to his mother, and now her sister. "Mum, come on, you too Claire, get in," he said, and threw the covers back revealing the body that I would kill for. And then the tension was broken, Sue cried at seeing her son, then she laughed and threw herself at him, she kissed him like no mother I know should kiss her son. But there again I had been doing a lot more than any Aunty should be doing with her nephew. Peter worked at her clothes; I stood to one side, not only fascinated but sexually aroused watching them. He nodded his head to me, which was all it took. I undressed and got on and in with them. After some embarrassment shyness and reticence it all went to the wall. Peter had us where he wanted to, we had him, that's all we cared about. It was strange sharing him with his mother, my sister, but after two days it was as if we had been his forever. She called Peter's dad and said she was staying for a while, he was okay with that. And yes I did get pregnant, but it was Sue's announcement that she was too which sat us all back on our heels.