5 comments/ 76845 views/ 10 favorites Aunt Liz's Fantasy Comes True By: elizaloo I think it was my dreams that set the stage for what happened last night. I mean, what normal 40 year-old woman has erotic dreams about her just-turned-18-a-few-weeks-ago nephew? And I'm talking about reoccurring dreams. Intensely erotic dreams about him. The kind of dreams that leave you aching for the real thing. My only defense (is there one?) is that he started flirting with me first. I'd never given the kid a second thought; he was just my husband's nephew running in and out of the house with the other kids. Mine included. And then suddenly, at all the family birthday parties, graduations, whatever/whenever - he was hanging around me, talking my ear off. And joking with me, being silly, and I swear, flirting with me better than most of the guys my own age can. Emailing me, drawing my attention to him so often that I reevaluated him. Just as a guy, not as a sex partner. At least at first. I'm a well-preserved 40. I run, play tennis and keep myself in pretty good shape. Natural white-blonde hair that draws attention and a great sense of humor that can keep that attention; I've had my share of male interest. Enough so that I didn't much need that of a way-too-young relative. So it was late last night when the phone started to ring. I'd just settled in on the couch to watch my favorite show, husband already snoring on his chair, and a glance at the clock showed that it was after 10:00pm. "Huh?" Brian opened an eye and then both, blinking in the light. "Got it." I told him, heading into the kitchen to pick up the phone. "Auntie Liz?" I didn't recognize the voice at first, but there aren't too many guys who call me that and after a second, I questioned, 'Tyler?" "Yeah. Can you come get me? I'm stuck without a car over at the McDonald's." "Okay. I can come and get you but what's going on?" I was puzzled that he wasn't calling either of his parents, but they've been having some trouble over there so I wasn't going to ask about that. Tyler didn't sound too freaked out so I held back my own mommy-type questions about why he was calling me and not them. "I'm just here without a car and the other guys already left. I need a ride home." Plaintive, almost whining this time. "Be there in a minute." I told him and hung up the phone. Brian was snoring again in the living room so I considered for just a minute the jammies I was wearing. Blue lacy camisole and shorts 'cause it was summer and warm in the house as well as outside. The top was displaying some excellent cleavage, (I'd hoped that Brian would appreciate the view, but oh well) and the shorts showed my tanned, toned legs to an advantage. To my mind, perfectly acceptable attire to pick up my 18 year old nephew from the local McDonald's. When I'd picked my kids up from swimming lessons earlier, I had put the top down in my older Mustang GT convertible, enjoying the summer breeze. Although the temperature had dropped a bit, it was still warm enough to leave down now. Backing the car out of the driveway I had a moment of sanity and I wondered just why I was accommodating this kid. Call him back and tell him to just walk home, I thought, but in my head I'd already committed the deed, so what the heck. I'd been dreaming of a situation like this for a while now and I was feeling the excitement of actually participating in what had been just fantasy hours before. Tyler was waiting outside the door and when I pulled up he came jogging over and hopped over the door and plopped down in the passenger seat. A buff kid, he was a wrestler and also ran cross country. Dark hair and blue eyes, my favorite combination. He brushed his longish hair out of his eyes and smiled at me. "Thanks for coming to get me Auntie Liz. It's a long walk home.' "No kidding." I said as I let out the clutch and pulled out of the parking lot. "Given that you live about four miles away, I'd think that a runner like you would practically die before you get there. What would it take you, half an hour?" "Probably less." He was looking at me, studying the display of flesh and for a moment I felt self-conscious. Only for a minute though, I told you I liked male attention, didn't I? He was quiet, still looking at me and I spoke again. "What's up with the car, didn't you drive there or did your buddies ditch you?" My left hand rested easily on the steering wheel, the right hand stroking a sore muscle on my thigh. I swear. "Yeah, something like that." He reached across the shifter and grabbed my right hand. "Stop it." "Stop what?" I grinned, and kept stroking. In my head I replayed the dream that I'd had of him just that morning. The one where he gushed cum all over this very same cami. That was enough to ratchet up my own arousal and I wondered just what effect my stroking was having on him. "Tell me about the car." I asked again. Distracting him with my voice, although I wasn't sure it was working since he kept looking at my leg. "Only if we don't go right to my house. Go somewhere else first. I don't want to deal with them right now." Meaning his parents. He finally turned his attention from me and began to mess with the stereo. Our taste in music was vastly different so I didn't figure that he would find too much that he liked. "Let's play this." I clicked on a CD of my own compilation, full of 80's make-out songs. "So why don't you want to deal with your parents?" Getting the story out of this kid might just take all night. And that meant a night full of possibilities. "Go to the park, will ya?" He asked and I nodded. The park, one of my favorite places to be after dark, even in a convertible. We drove silently out of town towards our city park, only the sound of The Outfield singing on the CD. Technically it wasn't open after dark, but I wasn't worried. Our small town police force consisted of three cops and they wouldn't bother us as long as we weren't spraying graffiti or drinking. Neither of which I had on my agenda. And don't ask exactly what was on the agenda, since I wasn't sure. We parked on a hill overlooking a baseball diamond and I turned to Tyler. "So tell me what's up with your parents. And what it has to do with your car." Now I was conscious of his eyes being drawn to the cleavage my cami displayed. I leaned back a bit on my seat, ostensibly stretching my back but really stretching the material across my 36C chest; and watching him watch me do it. "They took the car. I'm grounded and not supposed to drive anywhere so they came and got the car while I was hanging with the band." He slouched in his seat, typifying a discontented teenager. While I considered his words, I stretched a hand over the seat to catch his jaw in my fingers. "And they knew that you could run home or get a ride from the guys so why did you call me?" "Cause." His eyes reflected the moonlight as he looked directly into my eyes. "I knew you'd come get me." "What the hell?" I asked, relaxing my fingers on his skin as his own hand came up to grab my wrist. "Do I have 'sucker aunt' written on my forehead or something?" "Not like that. Just that I knew you'd come get me." His thumb began stroking the inner part of my wrist. "And it's not like you didn't want to come get me." "I'm not sure why you think that." I wasn't sure what he meant and I wasn't going to second guess him. "You're Brian's nephew and I would expect you to call if you needed help." I twisted my wrist in a vain attempt to remove it from his hand but his grip was tight. "Not just 'cause you're my aunt. Cause you like me." He teased, his voice lower than normal and realized that we were taking the same fork in the road. "Of course I like you." Unwilling to let him direct traffic just yet. "You're Brian's nephew. It was only a few years ago that I was changing your diapers." "I'm quite proficient with the potty these days. But lacking in some other areas." His teeth gleamed as he smiled broadly at me. "Areas I'm sure you could help me out with." As blatant a come-on as I'd ever heard. I fought to remind myself of my relationship as his aunt. Not a blood relationship but one that would be seriously complicated by his position as my husband's nephew if we took this any further. "Tyler, I'm just gonna take you home." Having him voice the words I'd only heard in my dreams was making me hotter every moment that I sat in the car with him. And he was practically jailbait and family on top of that. The chicken in me was squawking so loudly I could hardly sit still. "Don't think so." His voice was even deeper and he took the keys from the ignition before I could stop him. "I'm not ready to go just yet." I grabbed the arm that held the keys and we wrestled for a short moment before he thrust them into his pocket. "Dare you to get 'em out." I was pissed, and I wrenched my hand away from him and climbed out of the car. The grass was soft under my feet and I wondered if I was truly pissed at him or myself for being so transparent. Dropping to my bottom, I sat on the grass and played with the blades of grass beneath my fingers. "C'mon Liz." He dropped the Aunt this time and I heard him open his door and come out onto the grass to join me. He shocked me further by sitting with his legs spread, his pelvis abutting my rear, legs on either side of mine. His fingers stroked the skin on my back from shoulder to shoulder and I could feel his arousal against my back. Shuddered at the contact of his skin on mine. "This is not good." Recalling his touch in the dreams that I'd had that week made me decide that fantasy was much less powerful than the real thing. And this was not going to be as easy to ignore. "C'mon Tyler." Paraphrasing him. "Give me the keys, we'll get back in the car and I'll take you home." "No way." His voice was in my ear, and then his tongue traced the soft skin of my earlobe. "I'm not done with you yet." "I'm your aunt, Tyler. We are SO done." I turned to face him before I realized my mistake. All I'd done was given him access to my mouth from this position and he'd started kissing me before I could turn back. Teenager kisses, short and fast; as though he needed to kiss me as many times as he could before I pushed him away. Leaning forward, he pinned my hands to my sides as he wrapped his arms around me. I tried to catch his mouth with mine to slow him down, but the position I was in was too awkward. "You're hurting me." I told him at one point when he moved his mouth to my neck, sucking on it like a damn teenager. "Tyler, let go of me and we can talk about his." "Talk about what?" He joked, capturing both of my hands in one of his, leaving the other free to roam under my cami. The pleasure of having his hands touching my bare skin was enough to make me freak out. "Tyler, I'm fucking serious." I told him again. "Let go of me." "Whatever." He stretched his hands to the sky, "See, I let go." The grin on his face letting me know that he considered his behavior a game. A grin that was intoxicating to my already heightened senses. Rolling to my knees, I leaned into his chest and bumped him with the palm of my hand. I was positioned between his knees still and he fell to the ground to avoid the pressure of my hands on his chest. "I give up." He laughed, arms above his head as I loomed over him, aware that my breasts were pressing into his chest. "That was so not nice of you, young Tyler. I think you need to say how sorry you are." I teased him, comfortable now that I was in control of what happened between us. "I'm so sorry. Punish me." He was still laughing, and I made a face as I considered an appropriate punishment. His arousal was still evident and I felt it against my stomach. "How about if I teach you a better way to go about seducing a woman instead?" I put an arm on either side of his head and lowered my face closer to his. My lips just inches from his. And I know that my actions were contrary to my thoughts, but what the hell. I was so darn horny myself that maybe I could get something out of this evening. "Oh yeah, teach me anything. Teach me everything." He breathed against me, his hips bucking gently. "Kissing goes like this." I placed a handful of kisses on his face, from his eyebrows to his chin, ignoring his lips. "It's about teasing and pleasing, not hurting." Touching his lips with mine, our eyes open and staring. Facing his parents was going to be a bitch after this. He met me eagerly and I reminded myself that he was a virgin (information courtesy of his mother, no less) – at the very least quite inexperienced with lovemaking. He'd broken up with his first girlfriend a short time ago and his mother confided that it was over sex. The girlfriend was younger and not interested in sex. Idiot. My eyes closed and I enjoyed the jolt of arousal that shot through my body. Go easy, I repeated to myself. He's a virgin and you're old enough to be his mom. Banishing that ugly thought immediately. Tyler had jumped in with both feet and was following my lead quite enthusiastically. His arms came up around my back and he pressed me closer to him, breasts crushed against his chest. "Hold up." I pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as though I'd run a marathon only seconds before. "The lesson ends when I say so. Got it?" "'kay." He sounded unsure and I pictured him grimacing at the thought of entering his house with a massive erection. "Trust me." I looked into his eyes again and smiled. 'I'll take care of you." "'kay." This time he sounded as breathless as I was. I sat back on my heels and said, 'Take off the shirt." Loving the confused and yet excited look on his face. He pulled it off quickly and tossed it aside. "Now what?" He asked, face alight with anticipation. "Now this." I pushed him to the ground again and kissed his lips, chin and down his neck. Down the center of his chest and back up to his neck, tongue tracing his collarbone. Touching his lips again for a moment and back down to his neck. "Fuck." He said it reverently, obviously never having experienced this element of lovemaking before. "Nah." I returned to his lips and tugged gently on his tongue with my lips. Sucking gently, I pulled it into my mouth and let go, only to capture it again and suck it into my mouth once more. "No fucking. Not this time." "Aww..."His disappointment was obvious from his tone of voice and I raised my head to frown at him. "Hush. If you want to complain about the curriculum, then you need to find another instructor." "No, I'm okay with it." He smiled at me, eyes still alight with eagerness. "Good." I bent once more to his rock-hard abs, kissing the skin, outlining his ribs with my mouth and tongue, moving lower and lower until my mouth rested just above the button of his jeans. I felt the shallowness of his breathing as he tried desperately to figure out what I had planned for my next move. The longing in his body was echoed in his voice as he said, 'Oh please." Begging, needing. I teased him further, moving my mouth along the erection that strained his pants. His stomach clenched in expectation as I lifted my head to stare at him. "I know this isn't quite the right time, but promise me that no word of this will ever reach your parents. Especially your mom." My formidable sister. Who would kick my ass despite the fact that I had probably 30 pounds of muscle on her. I watched as he opened his eyes slowly, taking a moment to focus on me. "No.... I mean, of course not." He mumbled, and I reveled in the sexual haze that clouded his brain. "Good answer." I unsnapped his jeans and the sound echoed in my head. If I was half the good person I imagined myself to be, I would stop now and send him home – aroused but also untouched. Unfortunately the bad girl I had always longed to be had been gaining power all evening and she was in control and moving forward. His arousal made removing his jeans difficult and I slid them carefully over his hips. Tyler flinched when his throbbing erection was exposed to the evening air and I caressed it with my hand, warming it gently before I leaned over to kiss him on the lips. "Pay attention now, this is your final exam." I moved back down to deposit a kiss against the side of his penis. Kissing him again, I ran my tongue along the length of him, teasing him before opening my mouth and taking him inside. Inarticulate sounds emanated from Tyler's mouth and he bucked wildly beneath my mouth. "Slow down." I cautioned him and he shook his head from side to side. "Not gonna happen." He moaned. "I mean, it's gonna happen." This from a boy who knew his own body, who had been practicing for this moment for many years. He thrust eagerly against my open mouth and I tasted the salty pre-cum on the tip of his penis. Knowing that he was right, I sucked him into my mouth again and again, coating his shaft with saliva. I shifted positions so that my lacey camisole was right in the firing line and I stroked him with my hand. "C'mon Tyler. FUCK me. Fuck ME." I was seriously caught up in the moment, aware that I was going to cum right along with him. Seconds later he shot a powerful jet of cum onto my cami, following with a few weaker pumps and he collapsed down into the grass, moaning. "Good boy. You get an A for sure." I plopped down beside him on the damp grass and thought to myself that I would have to get on one hell of a game face the next time I saw his mother. Aunt Liz's Fantasy Comes True Ch. 02 The sound of the phone ringing. Again. Liz rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Unblinking green numbers told her that it was 8:30am. "It's Saturday." She moaned, stretching her arms above her head. Unfortunately she didn't need to check the caller ID to know who was calling. Again. For the last week, the phone had rung constantly; either the house phone or her cell phone rang with an insistent quality that was slowly making her insane. Picking up the receiver she said, "Hello?" "Aunt Liz?" Tyler's hopeful voice echoed in her ear. Like a bad dream, she thought. No, that's not right, she corrected herself. He's just being 18. And you know damn well you set this whole thing in motion with your foolish actions. "Hi Tyler. Did you know that it's only 8:30 on Saturday?" And I was going to sleep in because the kids are at camp and Brian's out of town, she didn't bother to say the words out loud. But you know that since you've called every freakin' day for the last two weeks. "Yeah, but dad said to come over and cut the grass since Uncle Brian's been out of town. And I wanted to make sure you were up." His excited voice rolled over her like a blanket of cold snow. "Tyler, I'm up now. Thanks." She tried to keep her voice emotionless because she was afraid that he would take any softening in her attitude as encouragement. She'd managed to avoid all of his calls; dodging the questioning looks that Brian and the girls threw her way when Tyler called the house and her cell repeatedly. "He's having girl problems." She told them. "And he thinks that I can help and I can't." Somewhat true; just not divulging to her family that she was the source of his girl problems. "So can I come over?" He sounded like a puppy; one that she couldn't possibly kick. "Yeah, come over. Give me a while to get showered and dressed." Perhaps not the best image to give him. "You can't cut the grass until 9:00 anyway. The cops will come and take you away." She teased him in spite of herself and was rewarded with a chuckle. "Okay, I'll be over at 9:00. And if you're not quite dressed, that would be okay too." "Bye Tyler." She hung up the phone and stared down at the wedding rings on her finger in contemplation. Only two weeks ago she'd given the boy the night of a lifetime and then turned him out like last-year's Christmas tree. Sent him home to his parents and came home to this house wracked with guilt over what she'd done. Luckily Brian had still been asleep in the chair and she'd been able to drop her cum soaked cami and grass stained shorts in the wash before anyone could question her appearance. And when Tyler started calling her, looking for round two, she had ignored him, guilt making her unable to even say his name before today. A week ago Brian had taken the girls to soccer camp before he left on a business trip and Liz had been afraid that Tyler would drop in, confronting her on her poor treatment of him. With no ready answers, she would have been uncomfortable to have him alone in the house with her. Like today. "Quick shower." She said as she hopped out of the bed. A glimpse in the mirror of her tanned legs under the short black nightgown made her stop and consider her body objectively. Running her hands over her breasts, she remembered the feel of Tyler's soft skin in her hands. The way he felt in her mouth, the sound he made as he came against her. Her fingers stroked the soft skin between her thighs and she said aloud, "My god, I'm soaking wet just thinking about him." "Tyler's coming over." She told the image in the mirror, frowning at herself and making lines in her forehead. "And you are SO not going to seduce him in this empty house on this empty bed.....or else." Liz was sitting decorously on the back deck when Tyler's rusty Escort pulled into the driveway some twenty minutes later. A pink sundress covered her skin and a pair of dark sunglasses hid her eyes from his view. "Hey Aunt Liz." He bounded out of the car just like the puppy she imagined him to be. Easily excited and eager for new experiences. "Or do I get to just call you Liz?" A wide smile on his face made her realize that he wasn't going to forget and move on. Dismayed, she stood and said, "Tyler, it's time get over what happened. It was a mistake; what I did was so very wrong and it won't happen again. You're too young to realize that what I did was hideously inappropriate." The sun glinted off the red highlights in his dark hair as Tyler shook his head. "You know, I've jacked off every night since then, imagining your mouth on me again. It was not a mistake and I want it to happen again. Look..." He stepped up on the deck and as he came towards her Liz could see the bulge in his pants. "This is because of you. Because of what your mouth felt like on my body. I've been dying for you to be inappropriate with me again." A silly grin lit his features and Liz felt herself melting...again. "Tyler, you were going to mow the grass. Your Uncle Brian is due home this afternoon so you need to get busy." "I want to get busy with you." He was closer yet and Liz stopped him with a hand on his chest. "No way Tyler. Just mow the grass and go home." She took several steps back and said, "The mower is in the garage. I'll go write out a check." "Don't want your money." His voice was sulky now and Liz was reminded again of his youthfulness. "What the hell? I'm not good enough any more?" "The mower is in the garage." Liz repeated and opened the door into the house, walking away from him. Sweat rolled down her back into the hollow of her spine, making her aware that summer had come with a passion. She forced herself to ignore the sounds of mowing outside; organizing some bills to be paid and emptying the dishwasher. Simple housework took over her mind, distracting her from wondering what Tyler was thinking as he mowed. So absorbed was she in the tasks that she failed to hear the back door open and Tyler enter the house. Until he touched her arm with a sweaty hand. "I'm done." He stood in front of her, the sweat dripping from his body making his copper skin glisten. At some point he'd taken off his shirt and she found herself admiring his body against all common sense. And as she stared, his erection grew again and strained against his silky gym shorts. "Thanks....for...mowing...the grass." The words stumbled from her dry lips and she used her tongue to moisten them. Aware that he was watching her do it. "Let me get that check." This time it was his hand that stopped her movement. Gripping her upper arm, he said hoarsely, "Liz, I've been dreaming about you nonstop. I get a hardon at work 'cause I'm so horny for you. I wake up every morning with a hardon, dreaming about you. Despite the fact that I jerk off every chance I get. Don't do this to me." "I'm not doing anything. That's the whole point." Liz averted her eyes from the pleading face before her. "C'mon Tyler. Let me get the check." "No way." His voice was jagged with emotion. "No check. I want a different kind of payment from you." Gripping her wrists with one hand, Tyler pushed her against the cabinets, his mouth hard on hers. "I want you so much Liz. I dream about having you like this every day." His mouth moved down to her neck, licking and sucking on the soft skin. Wrestling against his grip, Liz said, "Tyler, I've had two weeks to think about what happened and I was wrong. You can't do this to make it right." "It doesn't have to be right. It just has to be what it is." His lips returned to her mouth and he kissed her roughly again, forcing her head back with the pressure. Grinding against her body, making her feel the hardness of his erection. Suddenly, as if aware of her discomfort, he softened his mouth and sucked gently on her tongue. Teasing her with his mouth instead of punishing her. Liz's head hung limply backward, long blonde hair hanging down her back, coherent thought an impossibility as Tyler's hands ran over her breasts and down to the hem of her dress. Pushing the dress up over her hips, he dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over the soft skin of her stomach. Liz moaned aloud as he stroked his tongue along the straight line of her boy shorts, remembering how she had teased him the same way. His mouth kissed the silky material down to the center of her thighs, sliding his thumb beneath the elastic as he pressed her legs apart. Now Liz's hands gripped his hair, holding on as though he would have to support her entire body weight, her legs no longer able to do so. "Tyler.." She moaned as his thumb thrust into her body. "You are so wet." He stroked her. "Look at me." Liz opened her eyes and looked down at the sight of her nephew kneeling between her legs, even as his thumb continued to caress her. His eyes were ablaze with desire and he commanded, "Tell me what you want. Do you want me to stop this? Be honest with yourself and with me already." He pulled his thumb from under the elastic and put it into his mouth, sucking it as she watched. "You taste so good. I want to bury my face in you." Watching her eyes as he thrust his thumb inside of her again, aware of the effect of his stroking on her body. "Oh Tyler." Liz's voice cracked, the desire in her voice obvious to both of them. "Tell me." He demanded. "Say it." "I don't want you to stop." She groaned. "I want this as much as you do." And was rewarded immediately with him pulling the shorts down over her hips and knees to the floor, his mouth returning instantly to her thighs, hands caressing her skin as he pushed them apart. "Let me see you." His tone was almost begging and Liz sank to the floor beside him, allowing him to press her down with her back against the hard tile. Head back, staring at the ceiling; she felt him spread her thighs and closed her eyes against the desire to have him admire her body. "You are," As he touched her gently he spoke softly, "You are so amazing." Running his fingers over her belly and down against her wetness, he leaned over her body and kissed her mouth deeply, sliding two fingers inside of her as he teased her mouth with his lips. Thrusting in time with the kissing, he could feel the spasming of Liz's body against his hand. "Tyler, I'm cumming." She groaned, "Don't stop." "Won't." He continued to thrust his fingers rapidly, encouraging her with his voice. "Cum for me Lizzie, I want to taste you when you cum." Bucking against his fingers, Liz cried out "Oh my god, Tyler. Now." The feel of Tyler's tongue against her flesh took Liz over the edge of the orgasm and she arched her back, thrashing her head against the cold tile. "Tyler, Tyler, Tyler." Chanting his name as she dug her fingers into his scalp. "That feels so good, oh don't stop." The ringing of the phone jarred her from the intensity of the orgasm. Tyler sat back, eyes wide, staring at her as they both listened to the recorder echoing from above them on the counter. "Hi honey. Just letting you know that I'm on my way home from the airport. Just passing the mall now. Be home soon." Brian's voice boomed over the mild static from his cell phone. Both listeners could hear the excitement in his voice. "Can't wait to see you – been a long week without you darling." "Fuck." Tyler whispered, as if his uncle could hear him; could see him between Liz's knees, could see the evidence of her orgasm on his face. "Fuck is it." She struggled to her feet, fumbling with her dress and hair. "Go, go home Tyler. He'll be here in 15 minutes." The stared at each other for a moment and Tyler glanced ruefully at the erection that still tented his pants. "Guess we'll have to take care of this another time." "On your own darling. GO." Liz grabbed him by the shoulders and hurried him to the door. "I'll drop that check in the mail." "Don't." Tyler turned back and enveloped her in a hug. "I love you Aunt Liz. And I'm really looking forward to the next time Uncle Brian goes out of town." "GO." She repeated, watching as he bolted out the door and into his car. Forcing herself not to wave at him like an idiot. "Somehow, I don't think that it's gonna be that long Tyler." Feeling the slick wetness of her thighs, remembering the ease with which he'd brought her to an orgasm, she clenched her fists against the desire to call him back to finish what they'd started. Calculating in her head just how long it would be until Brian left on another business trip, Liz went back into the house to find her shorts before Brian came home and questioned their absence. He'd never imagine that she would greet him without them. That's what lovers do, not wives, he'd tell her. And she would smile to herself, imagining her lover's reaction when his hands roamed beneath her dress the next time they met.