2 comments/ 61645 views/ 2 favorites Different Perspective By: christinelouise13 A steady beep, beep, beep was the only noise in the room aside from the gentle drone of orchestral lullabies and the steady breathing of the two most perfect and precious things in my life. One of them was my only daughter, Darla, a beauty like no other who had a heart of gold. The other was my newborn son, or as everyone else would know him as, was my grandson. The labor had lasted a full forty-eight hours and it had a great deal of complications. At first the doctor had wanted to perform a caesarian section, but my daughter would have nothing of it. Somehow she knew that the baby would come out just fine on it’s own and she didn’t care what danger it brought to herself. Talus, my new son had arrived in the outside world as a perfectly healthy baby. He weighed seven pounds seven ounces and was twenty inches long. Yet, it wasn’t Talus that I was worried about. Instead it was Darla. The labor had almost taken her very life away and the doctors had fought hard to keep her alive. Now here she was before me, asleep and under close and constant watch by the nurses and doctors. They said that she would live but that her life couldn’t be as it had before. Her heart was weakened severely and it would be awhile before she got out of the hospital. I walked over to the crib, if that’s what you want to call it, where Talus lay sleeping. Lightly I touched his delicate, tiny little fingers, thinking back to how all of this had come to be. It was quite a story. Would you like to hear it? OK. I suppose I should start at the beginning. Darla was born twenty years ago in much the same way as Talus was born today. The only difference being that Darla’s mother had not lived more than a day after the event. I was left to care for my daughter alone. Both of my parents were dead and I had no siblings, so there was no one on my side of the family that could help me out. And my wife’s family would have nothing to do with me or with Darla. They deemed me unfit for their precious daughter and considered their granddaughter a bastard child. So there I was, totally alone with only a newborn and nowhere to go. I wouldn’t be able to keep working, at least not until she was old enough that I could leave her at a day care. I had no choice but to seek out the help of social services and welfare. I hated to have to do it but I wanted to give my daughter everything I could. The first seven years were rocky to say the least and there were several times when Darla had been placed in a foster home until I could get things secured at home. She hated those foster homes and that she had to be in them. Yet, amazingly she never blamed me. She knew that it wasn’t my fault that we had to live as we did and she understood. It was as if she had been born with a mind and spirit of a very wise woman, yet was in the body of a child. That was one of the many reasons why Darla was and is so special to me. By the time Darla was ten things were relatively normal. We had been able to get off of welfare and had a small place that we called home. I had a steady job working as a janitor in one of the nearby schools, and although it didn’t give much money, it gave me enough to keep my daughter fed, clothed, and with a roof over her head. Although very poor compared to those around us, we were for the most part very happy. We had each other for love and support and to me; we were rich with happiness rather than wealth. When Darla turned eighteen and graduated high school a few months after her birthday, I couldn’t have been happier. She had plans to go to college and with the help of some scholarships she would be able to. It looked as if things were getting better. It was graduation night, though, when our father daughter relationship first changed. She had come home early from the celebration party claiming that all the other kids wanted to do was make out and drink when they weren’t supposed to be drinking. Darla didn’t want to have anything to do with that. I was very proud of her and knew that I had raised my baby right. Later that same evening there was a terrible thunderstorm. High, howling winds, murderous hail, and a great deal of lighting and thunder. Darla had always been frightened of storms for a reason we could never truly figure out. That night was no exception. As she always did when there was a storm she came to my room and woke me up, asking if she could lie next to me until the storm was over. I pulled the covers aside and patted the bed. With a small smile she lay down and cuddled up against me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and hummed one of her favorite lullabies from when she was little. After awhile we had both fallen asleep again. I don’t recall what time it was but it had to have been at least nearing dawn but still a ways from it. The soft touch, of a hand caressing my arms, chest and stomach, woke me. Her melodic voice and warm breath whispered in my ear, “Papa. I love you papa. More than anything I love you.” I rolled over to face her, placing my hand on her side, a warm smile on my face. With a kiss to her forehead I replied, “I love you to Darla.” Darla’s gentle caress had never wavered, even when I had rolled to face her. Yet now it was becoming a little bolder with each passing moment. “Papa I love you. I need you to do something for me though. Something very important.” Concerned and curious as to what she might need me to do I said, “You know I’d do anything for you my sweet. What is it you need?” She licked her perfect pink lips and took a deep breath. It must be something very important for her to do that before saying what she needed. “I need you to make love to me papa. I want you to take my virginity.” Darla turned her eyes downward, obviously scared of what my reaction and answer would be. I was shocked to say the very least. First to know that she was still a virgin, and second to discover that she wanted, no, needed me to be her first. I knew that it wasn’t right morally, it wasn’t even right legally. But how could I deny someone so precious to me, something she wanted and needed? “Are you certain this is what you want Darla? You don’t want to wait for a nice man to come along, marry you and give you children?” She shook her head, “There will never be a nice man like that. At least not one that is as wonderful as you papa. I’m positive that this is what I want and I love you with all my heart and soul. Yet, now I want to love you with my body as well. Will you papa? Will you make love to me?” I gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, my own searching for any trace of doubt that might show. There wasn’t any and I knew that she was telling the truth. This was what she wanted and I had always given her whatever she wanted if I could. Darla wanted me to make love to her and I could find no reason to deny her. Tenderly I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her gently at first and then with a little more force. My tongue slipped past her parted lips into her mouth and met up with her own. Together our tongues danced as our hands caressed each other’s bodies. A small moan escaped her throat as my hands gently kneaded her small breasts and teased her nipples to full hardness through the cotton fabric of her nightshirt. Her hand had traveled down my body and had found my cock, which had quickly grown hard within my boxers. With little trouble she eased it from its prison stroking it with her small hand. I groaned, expressing my pleasure and moved from kissing her mouth to nibbling on her ears and neck. Darla seemed to like this a lot and when my own hand slipped down to her pussy she gasped, arching her back at the simple pleasure that just touching it brought. I was very thankful that my daughter was not one to wear panties to bed. Her delicate curls were moist from her desire and her clit was hard and erect. Gently I rubbed it with my finger, eliciting a groan of pleasure from my daughter. I pushed the blankets to the floor and pushed her to her back, straddling her hips, with my cock, hanging hard and straight from my boxers in the curls of her pubic hair. We kissed again, more passionately this time and with a great hunger. It had been years since I had last been with a woman and the desperateness for what we were doing could only be seen all too clearly. Her hands caressed my back and sides, sliding to my ass and squeezing it. Darla was enjoying this very much, I could tell from the smoky look of passion in her eyes when I broke our kiss. In some respects I was surprised that she was not showing any hint of nervousness about what we were doing and would soon be doing. She sat up slightly and removed her nightshirt revealing to my hungry eyes her perfectly formed, perky breasts. God they were beautiful. Just the right amount of firmness with perfectly sized nipples that were hard and begging to be sucked. I kissed her again, lowering my lips from her mouth to her ears and neck, my hands twisting and pulling her nipples in such a way that her moans became even louder. Lower I went, kissing her delicate skin, until I reached those beautiful breasts. I kissed the left one, then the right, and went back to the left one, lightly sucking the nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. My hand kept her other breast occupied while this one got the attention. Darla arched her back, physically begging for more. I switched breasts, giving the other the same attention as the first, my hand keeping the first one occupied. Darla was near bursting from the pleasure I was giving her, and my own cock was painfully hard. I needed release and I needed it badly, but I wanted to make this special for my beautiful girl. Leaving her breasts for the time being I lightly kissed my way down her tummy, lower and lower. I could smell the sexual desire wafting from her pussy as I neared it. I inhaled deeply her wonderful scent and licked the lips of her pussy slowly. Another gasp of pleasure, I continued to lick her young pussy, my tongue flicking over and teasing her hard clit. Wanting to taste more of her I slipped my tongue between the lips of her pussy, licking her up and down with my own groan of pleasure and desire. She was going crazy and I knew she was about ready to cum. I randomly altered my tactics, sometimes licking and sucking her clit, or devouring the tasty insides of her lower lips. God she tasted wonderful, it was as if I couldn’t get enough of her. It didn’t take long to send her over the edge. She screamed her pleasure as the orgasm coursed through her body, sending wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure through her. Happily and with great eagerness I lapped at her pussy like a thirsty dog that had gone days without water. My daughter’s juices were positively heavenly as they flowed forth, my tongue quickly scooping them up. Darla lay on the bed panting a sexual glow of satisfaction on her face. She was so beautiful, much like her mother. Now here she was, my beautiful baby girl, all grown up and about to become a true woman. There was still a chance to turn back, to stop what we were doing and not take it further. I sat up on my knees, looking down at her with a gentle smile. My eyes asked the question that I dared not to voice and a small affirmative nod of her head was my only answer. I slipped my boxers off, throwing them to the floor and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices. My cock was aimed at the entrance to her pussy, ready and waiting for the ride and the final explosion. Heating up the passion of our kiss to take her mind from the pain she would experience, I slowly and for the first time entered her sweet folds. My cock was penetrating the very life that it had created eighteen years earlier. The erotic nature of it all and the knowledge that what we were doing was completely taboo, only made it seem that much more right in our minds. It was as if I had made her to be made for me and that was what we were completing right now. Darla grimaced as the head of my hard shaft reached the virgin barrier. I paused, holding my cock still within the tight confines of her pussy, letting her adjust to it. “This is going to hurt baby. I won’t lie to you about that. But our love makes it a pain of pleasure and it will quickly subside. Are you ready?” A moan and a nod of her head told me to go ahead and break the barrier. I drew back till only the head of my cock rested in her pussy, wanting to make this as quick as possible so that the pleasure would return not long after the pain came into existence. With one quick, hard stroke I thrust forward shattering her hymen. Darla’s pussy seemed to go wild, squeezing my cock like it had never been squeezed before, as she herself cried out from the pain and the shock. I stopped, not pulling out, but not continuing either. She would need to get adjusted to it first. When it seemed as if the pain was mostly gone, I very slowly began to stroke my cock with her pussy, gliding in and out of the glistening tunnel of love. I continued like this for a while, steadily increasing the speed and depth at which I thrust my hard cock into my daughter over and over again. God I was ready to explode inside her and by some strange twist of fate I was able to hold off my own orgasm in favor of giving Darla her second orgasm of the night. It didn’t take her long to really get into our lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and her hands combing through my hair. Her moans had turned into incomprehensible mutterings of love, lust, and pleasure. Things were really heating up quickly. Only a little while latter and at a frenzied pace it finally came, her orgasm coming first, squeezing my cock tightly. Darla cried out in pleasure and I could hold back no longer. I too gave a loud groan as I shot the same cum into her pussy as that that had made her. The intense pleasure was almost too much to bear. I collapsed to my elbows, my cock still inside her pussy, slowly returning to its normal size. The two of us lay there, sweating and panting, the great taboo finally accomplished. Slowly I slipped out of her and moved to her side, taking my daughter in my arms and holding her tightly to me, caressing her and whispering to her how much I loved her. She told me that she loved me too and soon after we both fell into a deep, peaceful, and sexually satisfied slumber. The past two years since that fateful night have changed us both. We no longer sleep in separate beds but together and are closer now than we ever were as she was growing up. Darla had gone to college as planned and was currently just finishing up her sophomore year when the news of the baby came. We talked it over, carefully going over every little detail. The two of us decided that it would be wise to put father unknown on the child’s birth certificate, but that if he ever asked us who his father was we would tell him the truth and let him make up his own mind about his mother and his grandfather. And now you know my secret, the story of how my grandson is also my son, and the story of the immense love between a father and his daughter. My son lay there sleeping as did his mother and I counted myself the luckiest and richest man in the world. My story is a rare one and I’ve only told it to you because of what we believe. My daughter and I do not promote incest though it makes us seem to be hypocrites. Incest is morally and legally wrong and should not be practiced. Please, if you have thoughts of committing incest or have done it, seek help. Seek help for your sake and the sake of others. Tis better to error on the side of caution, seeking help now, than to error when it is too late. Different Perspectives Ch. 01 Mum had asked you if I could stay a few days whilst I was attending interviews in London. I was excited by that. Staying with my glamorous, divorced aunty in her super pad right in the centre of London's Docklands was about as cool as anything could be. It was a pity that your daughter Sara would be away for we get on great, but then hey, that left you all to me. It had been at my eighteenth birthday party, an outdoors barbeque, when mum had asked you, her sister, if I could stay. And fuck did you look good. Tight jeans tucked into, black boots, a white tee with one of those very loose weave, hip length open cardis over it. Women like you in their early forties must dress like that on purpose for your outfit accentuated your great legs, fantastic arse and bouncy big tits to perfection. Total wet dream material. I'd arrived late one evening and you met me at the station. Again a totally wank inducing outfit. What the fuck were you up to? We had a pizza in a local restaurant and you bought me two beers. I felt very grown up particularly when I followed you out of the restaurant watching the sway and wiggle of your awesomely undulating hips and bum and the looks of envy from all the men in the place. I had an assessment the next day so after breakfast that you served in, for fuck's sake a dressing gown 'Were you fucking naked under it?' was all I could think of as I scoffed some eggs and sausages I think, I took on the DLR. I didn't actually see that much of you during the first couple of days. I was out from seven thirty to around eight and you seemed busy with your work stuff. I don't profess to understand what you do, but I know it's to do with writing and book publishing for mum and dad told me that. It always strikes me as a "posh" job, like marketing, mixing with powerful clients and having high powered meetings. As we spent some time together, though, we got to know each other more. Our relationship was more as two people than as aunt and nephew. You opened up a little more and I began to feel more relaxed. I still wanked at least four times a day about you though! It made a nice change to be staying at yours, all the hustle and bustle of the city and Docklands. It also made a great change to be living like an adult without my cloying mother and twit of a father all over me all the time. And to have my own plasma with sky and everything and not be told what not to watch was fantastic. I had been there two nights when an incident that will change me for ever happened. I had finished early at the centre, a lack of staff or something they'd said, I toyed with the idea of wandering through central London but decided against it and thought I would just head back to yours and "chill". Have a sneaky cigarette I hoped, and then just relax. For relax at your place, really read wank. As I let myself in I called to you but my "Aunty C, I'm back" cries went unanswered. Removing my shoes and fleece, I padded through the apartment in just my socks, jeans and snug fitting T-shirt. Grabbing a glass of Coke from the fridge I made my way to the balcony, it was then I heard the shower. Glancing out over the Thames I could see a pleasure boat making it's way to Greenwich and the Dome looking like a big upside down fruit bowl. The late afternoon sun was reflecting off the buildings casting long shadows and making the big, wooden floored balcony with half of it under a massive sun shade, quite dim. 'Autumn's almost here' I thought as one of those life defining moments occurred. One of those moments where I had a choice, I could have walked into my bedroom and shut the door, I could have put some shoes on and gone out, but I didn't. For some reason I looked back, into your room, the shower was still running but what I hadn't realised until that moment was the door to the shower room at the back of your bedroom was open. I could see you, all of you. There was aunt C naked in the shower. True, the cubicle was a bit steamed up, but there was absolutely no mistaking the gloriously, bare curves of you nice tits and arse. I know you didn't know then, but not only was I a virgin but until that moment the only time I'd seen a naked woman in the flesh Mum at home which doesn't count. Sure I'd seen loads in magazines and on the net, but none for real. I panicked; I didn't know what to do. What I didn't do was what probably I should have done; go to my room and have yet another wank over you, after all I had some massive wank material in my mind; your bare tits. Or go out, that would have been gentlemanly, that would have been the sensible action, but my eighteen year old brain was going down a completely different track. I needed a better look, I needed to get closer. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was dangerous and I knew it was a bit pervy, but I couldn't help myself, it was as if I was being driven by an irresistible force. My heart was beating so fast and my mouth was dry. As I crept through your bedroom, the unmistakably female smell filling my nostrils, my cock just got harder and harder. I saw your bra hanging over the edge of your bed. I wanted to touch it and feel the thin material that had until just a short while ago been covering your tits. Then I nearly trod on your panties, which were lying on the floor. Your fucking, ridiculously flimsy panties were a miniscule thong. My heart pounded as I looked it, I wanted to pick up and smell it and rub it all over my face. It was such a tiny, delicate garment that it didn't look as if it would cover much, but it would look fabulous snaking between the bulbous cheeks of your great arse. I picked it up, I couldn't stop myself. I smelt it and rubbed it over my face. Your panties were on my face. Where your cunt had been just moments ago were on my lips, it was almost as if I was kissing your cunt. Fucking hell this was awesome, but really fucking pervy, I thought as I wondered if I could steal them and take them to my room? Shit can anything better this? As silently as I could I moved further into your bedroom, from only three metres or so away I could see you, standing in the shower, slightly at an angle away from me. I knew I could get caught at any moment, I knew it was an insane thing to be doing, but I just couldn't move away. I was mesmerised. I was transfixed by the way the water cascaded over your shoulders, ran down your back, down your upper arms, over your tits, over your bottom, your bum, your butt, your arse. Oh God what an arse. It was there, right before me, glistening from the water, round and ever so lightly dimpled with it's deepening valley towards your most private place. Your smooth nicely muscled thighs, a result of your tennis lessons and time on the running machine at the gym. And shit, what the fuck must that be like, you and your tits on a running machine, Jesus wept! It was then I realised what you were doing with your hands, I couldn't see properly but it seemed you were pushing your breasts together, squeezing them and pushing them upwards, then rolling them against your chest. I was rooted to the spot! Here was my aunt in the shower, playing with her tits and I'm a couple of metres away standing gawping with the biggest hard-on I've ever had fighting to get out of my jeans. Then panic!!!!! My heart stopped, you reached out and turned off the shower. My life flashed before me! I was going to get caught spying on my aunt. You'd kill me, my mum and dad would kill me. The disgrace I'd face, their son Matt, an eighteen year old pervert watching his aunt in the shower. I had no escape from your room, well not in that short time anyway. I was "dead". But then you did something I didn't expect at all. Turning around completely facing away from me, your eyes closed, you slid slowly down the glass wall into the shower tray. Your shower cap caught on something and was pulled up a bit; you reached up and pushed it off your head letting your champagne blonde hair tumble out onto your shoulders. Of course, it immediately became soaked and was matted to your head in seconds. I moved to my right so I could see better. Your mouth was slightly open and I could just see your tongue protrude onto your top lip. Both hands were still cupping your breasts, Your left thumb and forefinger was pulling gently on your left nipple. I could see it standing out, erect, the light pink disc around it puckered and swollen. Then right before my eyes, right before my fucking eyes you parted your thighs. Your knees were bent and splayed open, I watched fascinated as your right hand slowly moved over your smooth and slightly rounded tummy down to the sparsely haired triangle between your legs, shit she must trim those to get that shape, I realised. I could see all of you, your large breasts, the left one still in your left hand, the right hanging before my eyes, your damp tummy and thighs and your cunt, fuck yes I could see your cunt, all of it and boy did you have what looked to be a big cunt; but then I had nothing to compare it to did I? How you hadn't seen me I don't know, but I was too turned on to move. I was in danger of losing the plot completely. I flicked the buttons of my jean fly open and immediately found the hard shaft of my cock. I managed to get my fingers down the top of my CKs and pull myself free and over the top of them. A surreal but so "hot" a moment for my young adolescent brain. Your breathing was heavy and as the fingers of your right hand came into contact with your lips I heard a long soft moan escape you. I watched with my hand wrapped tightly around myself, small movements were all I could manage without cumming there and then. I was close but I wanted to see a bit more. Here was aunty Catherine, aunt C, fingering herself, her fingers making small circles on what I presumed was her clit. I could see the wet lips of my aunt's cunt glistening. I watched as every so often your lips parted slightly, showing a wet dark hole. Then you did it, you started to fuck yourself. As you slipped two fingers inside yourself I knew I was about to cum. I desperately pulled a tissue from my pocket and only just in time too. You were moaning quite loudly and saying some incoherent things, but the sight of you, your tit in your hand and fingers in your cunt sent me over the edge. My knees felt weak, I could hardly breath and then I felt that small explosion in the bottom of my loins. I missed part of the tissue and got it with my hand. I was fucking lucky it didn't go all over your carpet. You didn't notice though. You were away in a world of fantasy; I could have sworn I heard you mutter "Matt," though that may have been wishful thinking. With a sudden reality bite I knew I had to get out of there or I would get caught! A few minutes later I was still shaking as I finished a cigarette, I knew you wouldn't approve but my mind was a total fucking whirl! I was filled with guilt, amazement, more guilt, wonder and yet more guilt. I had just spied on my aunt, I had just spied on you as you masturbated. And it was absolutely fucking amazing. I think your look of shock at seeing me sitting there on the patio helped more than you would realise. All I could say was "Oh, Hi aunt, I got off early", I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't exactly say "Oh, Hi aunt, I got off early, came back here and watched you have an orgasm in the shower," could I? **** I was shocked. Shocked and surprised. Shocked, surprised and a little worried. Shocked at seeing anyone on my balcony, I was so unused to that. Surprised to see you, for I had thought it would be a couple of hours before you got home. Home? Where the hell did that come from? I was almost thinking that we were living together! And worried, for where you were standing was near to the opened window of my bathroom, where I had just masturbated. I knew you would not have been able look in. The window tilted with the bottom moving out about six inches and the glass was frosted, so that was out of the question, but after I turned the water off and lay on the floor I may well have made some noises. Noises that even a likely sexually naïve, eighteen year-old would realise came from a woman in the throes of an orgasm. "Oh hi Matt," I stammered, adding rather inanely. "That's nice, welcome home." Home again, what the hell's getting into me? You smiled. "Thanks it's very nice to be here." What did you mean by that? I wondered, maybe you did hear me. Oh shit. "Would you like something to drink? It's quite warm isn't it," I rabbited on. "For the time of the year that is and this balcony is a real sun trap." "Yes please." "What would you like, tea or coffee or a coke?" "What are you having?" You asked. You were showing such maturity; maybe with Sara not here you had sort of grown up more. I found it hard to believe you were only eighteen. We seemed to get on as well as I did with the more mature men I occasionally dated or played golf and tennis with. "Or would you like beer?" I asked, not answering your question, but adding with a smile as I somewhat recovered my poise. "I know I shouldn't tempt you, but then I have always been your naughtier aunt, haven't I? I take it you've had beer before?" "Yes of course and I would like a beer," you replied. "Shall I get it and would you like one as well, aunt c?" "Thanks yes, you get it and yes I will have one." "Here you go," you said when you returned with the two opened Becks in their bottles. "Ok in the bottle?" Although I didn't really like drinking from a bottle I knew that younger people did and so, not wanting to seem uncool, I replied. "Sure that's fine." I had sat down on one of the wooden sun beds and you propped yourself against the table looking down on me. We both sipped our beers in silence. I was acutely aware that I was dressed inappropriately for being alone with a guy I didn't know well, let alone a probably randy, highly sexed teenager. I had just thrown something on expecting to sunbathe for a while and then change to prepare dinner when you got back. The singlet moulded itself tightly across and around my breasts and gave no disguise to the absence of a bra; yes, I would have sunbathed topless, at least, as I usually did on my secluded balcony. My nipples, though not hard, would probably have been partially visible as a darker shadow through the vest. I leaned forward and crossed my arms making the sipping of the beer from the bottle rather difficult. "I wouldn't say naughty aunt, more my playful and fun aunt," you said making me look up. 'Was there a double meaning there? Had you seen or heard something?' Just as I had when I met you, I saw that sly stare that men use when eyeing up a girl's tits or legs. You were eyeing both of mine for my shorts only reached mid-thigh. Smiling and feeling slightly more relaxed and in control now, I asked. "Is that good Matt?" "Yes, very good, I always looked forward to my aunt C and uncle Kevin visiting or, more even, coming to your big house. Well before the two of you split that is of course, sorry about that." "Look shall we drop the aunt bit now; it makes me feel old, use Catherine or Cat, whatever you prefer. And that's ok but thanks for saying sorry." "Oh ok, great, thanks, I'll use Cat, as mum does, if that's ok." I finished my beer and said. "Look I have some work to do now, so I'll have to leave you." I stood up and you did the same. I forgot and let my arms drop to my sides; your gaze immediately went straight to my breasts. That's not something I'm unused to for it happens all the time; just one of the burdens of being large breasted, I suppose. We were only a few feet apart, neither moved for a moment or two, until I turned away, breaking our eye contact. I bent down to pick up my bottle forgetting that I would present you with a close up view of my bum, again something I should not do in front of a man, especially when I wasn't wearing panties. I wondered if you would notice the absence of a VPL. "That's fine, I've plenty to do," you replied following me back into the apartment. As we went through the sliding glass doors I stopped suddenly and turned. "I think I'll close these, it'll get chilly soon," I said as you nearly bumped into me. "Woops." "Sorry," you mumbled as we again looked at each other. This time I bent down in a more ladylike fashion to lift the lock on the bottom of the door. My head was about level with your waist, which was just a couple of feet away. Oh my god I thought to myself as I saw the lump in your tight jeans, he's got an erection. **** At first I didn't know what to say. I could hardly I say? "Hi aunt C, you looked great in the shower!" Not really, well you looked great, more than great but I couldn't tell you, couldn't discuss it. And then seeing you in that tight top and shorts, I immediately felt myself becoming more physically uncomfortable. That familiar tightening in my balls, feeling my cock beginning to stir, grow and fill with blood just as it did when I watched girls at college playing netball, flashing their legs and knickers their tits bouncing all over the place. It was all too much, I had to cool down, compose myself. You said something about being "hot and a suntrap", my mind was whirling; I had to get out of the situation just for a moment! Then whether you knew it or not you gave me the opportunity, did you know I was trying desperately not to stare at your tits, I wondered? "What would you like, tea or coffee or a coke?" you asked. Trying my hardest to just concentrate on not making a fool of myself all I could do was give a short lame reply "What are you having?" And so I found myself at your fridge, two beers in hand and letting the cold draft from inside it wash over me. Here I was eighteen years old in my aunt's flat, woops apartment that's what she calls it, alone with her and she's standing on a patio wearing not a lot and looking hot. That might have been ok and manageable had I not spied on her just ten minutes ago in the throws of an orgasm, but I had and that made it fucking difficult for me. I felt quite grown up walking out with two beers. At home dad didn't like me drinking; of course I got my hands on the occasional two litre bottles of Strongbow with my mates. And two litres would easily knock me into next week with a hangover from hell. This was different though, I didn't feel eighteen. I wondered if this was what being grown felt like? You know, just go to the fridge and grab a beer as if there's no issue. No "Matt, you're too young" or "When you're older you can do what you like." You were beginning to make me feel grown up, like a man and that felt good. It was nice chatting to you on the balcony drinking the beer in the late afternoon sun. But then came another defining moment, for no longer were you 'aunt C.' "Look shall we drop the aunt bit now, it makes me feel old, use Catherine or Cat, whatever you prefer," you'd said. I had to stop for a moment, you'd always been aunty or aunt, and I guessed Cat was as good as anything I could think of. "Oh ok, great, thanks, I'll use Cat if that's ok." The beer felt and tasted good, and with my lack of tolerance to alcohol I felt a little light headed on just that one bottle. I felt a little more comfortable too as my erection had dissipated somewhat. My mind was able to think of other things than the cause for my restrictive trousers. In my light headedness I recall you saying something about "Work and being busy." You got up and as you did so there they were again, moulded by your tight top, and slightly flattened by the tightness of your vest-top. It was a brief glimpse but enough to see in the chilling air your nipples standing out. For the umpteenth time in the last hour my throat went dry, I think you were aware of what I had seen and as we went in you seemed almost defensive in the way you crossed your arms over your chest. Different Perspectives Ch. 01 I don't think you realised I was so close, I wondered if your mind was elsewhere as you bent down in front of me, your thighs, taught, tanned and nicely muscled from the gym were stretched perfectly. My eyes wandered down for a brief moment to your calf muscles before I realised your bottom was presented like a red rag inches before the bull's nose. The cotton stretched tightly across each nicely filled globe. Biting lightly into the tops of your thighs where the muscles had taken up any space to the hem. I knew from magazines I had seen that if you were naked I would have seen the lips of your cunt, as it was I could see the material tight across that area. There was nothing, not even a Ferrari or a career as a top soccer player that I wanted more at that moment than to grab your hips and pull your arse against me so that my hard on slid between those awesome cheeks. From the oh so brief view I had and the knowledge of what was beneath that millimetre of fabric, I got an immediate erection, spontaneous and full! My jeans felt so tight and it was obvious I was hard, very hard. An overwhelming sense of panic flowed through me, I felt hot, claustrophobic and just damned scared you would see. And then, straightening then bending back down, then having fumbled for a lock, then being inches, simply a few fucking inches from me, whilst bent down, your eyes locked onto it. I knew you could see I was hard by the sudden look of alarm on your face. The redness that came to your cheeks, the silence that followed, I hoped it would go down, I prayed it would but it didn't, it twitched and got harder under your gaze. Here I was, eighteen years old, trying to be an adult in front of Cat, my aunt Cat, my mother's sister and with your face less than a foot away from my denim encased cock I was erect, very erect and every inch of it was obvious to your gaze. "Sorry!" was all I could mumble as I frantically pushed past you and ran to my room. I almost sobbed as I sat on my bed, I'd been at yours for just three days and I was about to be sent home in disgrace. My heart was pounding, my face burning and my fists were clenched. I was so embarrassed, I felt as if I had been caught like a pervert, that I couldn't control myself. In the minutes or what could have been an hour that followed my mind was awash with thoughts and words whirling and crashing through my head. It was with dread and a slight start that I was brought from my thoughts with a call from you. "Matt, dinner." **** Your blurted, "Sorry" confirmed it. Your headlong flight told me I was correct. Your seclusion in your bedroom turned my suspicion into a certainty. You had got a hard on, and a full, big one at that. Before you 'lost your bottle' and pushed past me on your flight to your room, there had been one moment, one defining moment, a seminal moment. Yes, a moment when my eyes focused, inadvertently I swear, just beneath your waist. A time when my gaze locked on that nine inches or so between your groins and your waist. A short, but so meaningful period when they saw that patch of rough denim, that bloated and swollen length of material. Yes a moment when I stared at the outline of my nephew's erection. The moment when it struck me that you really were not just a big boy, but also a big man. But then you were gone. I stayed bent down for a moment or two pondering what to do. Thoughts rushed through my mind at such an amazing pace. It hardly seemed possible, but in just a few seconds, I considered so many alternatives. And that also shocked, surprised and worried me. Not just the speed with which they went through my mind and the range and variation of thoughts, but also the content. At one level, my heart went out to you. I could, just about, realise the agony and embarrassment you were going through. I wanted to tell you not to worry, to accept it was normal and that really I was flattered. I thought of trying to turn it into something light-hearted. At another level, I thought it was probably best to ignore it, make no mention and pretend I hadn't noticed anything. Just act as if nothing had happened, adopt the typically British, 'brush it under the carpet' attitude; something I didn't really like doing and tried to avoid with my daughter. A little of me thought maybe we should talk about it. Responsible aunt counselling worried nephew. It would be the grown up way, the proper way, the way that mature people went about such things. But I was not grown up, mature or even, really responsible. I was your naughty aunt, your fun loving aunt and that brought home to me the worrying aspects of my analysis of the situation as I stayed almost kneeling by the patio doors. For fleetingly, I thought maybe I should go into my bedroom, remove my clothes and go to your room naked. I, just about, managed to turn off that line of thought before thinking of what I might do when you saw me walk into your room nude. Instead of doing any of those things I went and prepared dinner. It was a simple meal, but then mine always are, I hate cooking, so I just did some pasta with a creamy sauce, out of a packet, some salad and bread. Easy but nice. I had also thought of one other possible action, and that was changing into something slightly more suitable. I had even considered just slipping a bra on under the top. But wasn't that a little too obvious I thought? Wouldn't that just accentuate the obvious and bring attention to my tits, which were, I guessed at the root of the problem? As I laid the table in the kitchen, I mulled over what to do. I had to do something, didn't I? But what? I still hadn't resolved what to do when I found myself calling out that dinner was ready. My heart really did go out to you when I saw the look on your face. You looked so sad, so worried, embarrassed, distraught almost and, I guess lost, yes lost was the most apt description. But then I guess, as a mixed up teenager, with your hormones exploding all over the place that was to be expected. After all, how often would someone like that be alone with someone like me, albeit a blood relative? No, most grown up, mature and responsible female blood relatives with big knockers would not flash them so blatantly at their randy, horny young nephews would they? As you walked across the kitchen you kept your eyes down, you didn't meet my gaze. Hence, you didn't remark on the fact that I had changed. I had decided that discretion was the better part of valour and had slipped on a pair of grey trousers and a baggy black shirt, with a (very) supporting bra underneath. You sat down without saying anything. I didn't know what to say. I'd had no experience with post pubescent boys other than seeing some creeping round S, so I was not sure what to do. "You ok with pasta, Matt?" "Yes aunt, that's fine." "Another beer perhaps?" "No thanks, one was fine." "Ok," I said my back to you as I served up the food. "Just ask if you do, I'm having red wine if you would like that?" "No, no thanks aunt C." You said as I stood alongside you placing the plate in front of you, my hip and outer leg brushing against your arm. "Hey what's with the aunt C again?" "Oh sorry, Cat." Smiling, I said. "That's better," as I sat across the table from you. "Are you sure you wouldn't like a beer or some wine?" At last you looked me in the eye. "Maybe a glass of red wine, dad lets me have that with Sunday dinner. "Good old Rob, always the adventurous one," I said picking up the bottle of Merlot and leaning across the table to pour it. 'Oh fuck,' I thought to myself when I realised that the blouse would gape. 'He must think I'm trying to pull him, the number of times I've flashed my tits at him. We ate in silence, but I couldn't stand it. Something had to be done, something had to be said. I plucked up courage, took a deep breath and said. "Matt, I think we need to talk, don't you?" Different Perspectives Ch. 02 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. * Was dinner as awkward for you as it was for me? I wondered. I knew I was rumbled and wasn't sure if I was the mongoose or the cobra. Either way I was in a no win situation. On one hand I'd been caught, caught with an erection, a hard on that was full and thick in front of my aunt. You may be Cat but you're still my auntie, my mum's sister. On the other hand, if I tried to give an explanation of why, what could I say? 'I saw you having a wank and that has turned me on so much I get hard every time I look at you.' So it was with a bit of a glum feeling that I sat at the table with you. I suppose "Glum" wasn't a real way to explain it. It was a sense of foreboding, I'd tried to be an adult and I had failed. "Matt, I think we need to talk, don't you?" Your question dragged me back from my brooding. "Don't you want your pasta?" I hadn't realised I'd been pushing my food around my plate for a while. "Hmmm... Oh sorry aunt err I mean Cat" "Matt" you seemed to struggle inwardly, I just assumed you were about to inform me that you had spoken to my mum and I was on my way home. I had that real ball in my stomach. "Matt, what did you see this afternoon?" Was your surprising question. I was fazed for a moment. As my mind struggled you stayed silent. Oh fuck, what was I supposed to say? I'd been brought up strictly to tell the truth yet if I did I was sure to be in massive trouble. Getting an erection in front of you, looking at you was pretty fucking terrible, but saying that I had spied on you in your shower was totally cataclysmically terrible. I felt your gaze rather than saw it, and feeling it made it somehow worse. I struggled with the words and with a sinking feeling... "I'm sorry... I err...um.... I came back early. I didn't, I mean to.....how was I to.....I mean I saw... Oh please don't tell them" I was desperate, pleading and knew I'd fucked up like never before. I saw no way out of this. This wasn't fobbing off the youth worker, teachers or police. I was rumbled, caught and about to be fucking well roasted! You sat pensively for a while, I stole a glance and quickly looked away, to be honest I was, as crude as it sounds, "shitting" myself. "Well you still haven't told me what you saw, so tell me, now!" There was an authority in your voice similar to the teachers at school who we didn't "fuck" with, the teachers who held and commanded respect. "Well?" You repeated, fairly sternly. I couldn't tell you, I couldn't say it, I couldn't form the words. I knew you'd tell them, tell my Mum and Dad their son was a pervert, their son spied on his aunt. I could still feel your gaze, intent, questioning, hard and firm. "I....." I sighed, it was a sigh of resignation, what could I do? I couldn't look at you, with my eyes fixed on my quarter filled plate, my throat dry yet I could feel perspiration on my forehead. Suddenly I blurted out. "I saw you in the shower, I didn't mean to. I just, well... I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise but please don't tell them." Images of you naked came to me, and that was something I really could have done without. I recalled your breath ragged as your fingers rubbed and cajoled you to an orgasm. "Matt.... This is the last time I'll ask you," Your voice was steady and calm, "Tell me exactly what you saw or I will certainly be telling your parents in the morning!" And so I told you, told you everything. Our eyes never met as I rambled on digging myself into ever larger holes. **** I guess it was my own stupid fault; sleeping dogs and laying came to mind. Ok I had seen your erection, ok you had seen the outline of my nipples through that inappropriate top. Big deal, big fucking deal, that's life. Teenage kid getting off on youngish aunt with big tits, happens all the time both in fiction and fact. So, I should have just gone on as if nothing had happened. Up until that meal, nothing had happened, had it? It was only when you told me that I realised the enormity of what had happened. "I saw you in the shower," crashed into my mind. Oh fuck, it was worse, far worse than I could possibly have imagined in my wildest dreams. The odd moan or groan through the open window I could probably get away with. Say it was the TV, or I always make those noises when I towel myself dry. Flimsy, true, but then hey, I am the grown up! I mumbled some inanity like. "How," or "Why," which elicited some garbled explanation that you hadn't meant to. "What do you mean didn't mean to?" "It just happened." "What did?" "Your bedroom door was open." Shit, you were right. I tend to leave it open so I can hear the intercom, with the door shut and shower running I can hear nothing. "Oh," was all I could summon up as a response. I realised immediately that there was a direct view from the hallway, through the open bedroom door, through the open en-suite bathroom door right onto the see-through, glass shower cubicle; bad design I guess. It can be odd how the dynamics of a conversation change so quickly and dramatically, how the emphasis and the apportionment of blame can alter so significantly. One moment you were the 'guilty' party. You were the one that had got a hard on in front of your aunt, you were the one that had got excited, not me. I was aunty, the adult, the blameless one! I had been trying to help. I felt sorry for you. I appreciate the sexual anguish of teenagers, the not knowing what to do, how to think and the way to act. The enormous learning curve they have to go through in those few years of puberty. I could empathise with you and I was trying to make things better for you. I guess it was a stupid question. It was even more stupid to talk about telling your parents, where the hell had those ideas come from? I didn't know that you had seen anything, I thought you may, just may, have heard something, but not seen, I had no reason at all to think that, well not in the near cataclysmic way you explained it. I think what I meant, in retrospect, and what I was asking in a very unsubtle way was about seeing my nipples. In my confused, quite embarrassed, but caring and empathetic way I was trying to give you a way out, not give you a fucking great hold over me. Although badly thought out, my 'strategy' was going to be: explaining that I understood the difficulties of puberty; moving onto how I was dressed inappropriately, for I had forgotten you were staying with me and hadn't expected you home for ages; that I understood, I had planned to say "I was flattered as well" hoping for a smile to lighten the situation, that men, and I would have used that term, do get turned on by such sights; and that it was perfectly normal so you shouldn't worry. I was in the right, I had control, I was in the driving seat. So, to then be hit with you seeing me in the shower was a bombshell. But, there was still a chance. Slim for sure, but a chance. As calmly as I could, and that was difficult, I said lightly, as if it didn't matter what you replied. "Oh yes you can see from the hallway right into the shower, can't you?" "Yes," you mumbled not looking at me. Now for the big one the sixty four thousand dollar question. I leaned back in my chair, took a sip of wine and said, again as lightly as possible. "And er.....what Matt did you see?" "Everything," you, almost grunted. "Everything?" I repeated rather lamely still hoping that all you meant was that you saw all of me. "Yes." "You mean you saw me naked?" "Yes, I did." "And that's what you mean by everything is it?" I asked ambitiously "Yes but also....." "Also?" Christ I needed a cigarette, but this was not the time to stop the flow. "I saw what you were doing." Shit, fuck, bollocks and fuck again ran through my mind. I was a dead duck. I knew then that you had seen me masturbate. All the circumstances and the look on your face told me. They indicated to me that you had seen me pleasuring myself. It went through my mind just what my sister Janis and her prudish husband Rob would make of that. "Where were you?" You didn't reply at first. "Matt, where were when you saw me?" Almost in a whisper, you said. "In your bedroom." That annoyed me. I guess I could take you peeping through my opened door, that would be my fault, but coming into my bedroom that was violating my privacy, invading my space. "What do you mean in my bedroom?" "I couldn't stop myself when I saw you, I had to look closer." "So you came into my bedroom?" I said sharply. "Yes, yes I did, sorry." "Sorry? So you bloodywell should be." There was a short silence. Then I heard myself sounding like the grandmother in the, Catherine Tate show. "What a fucking liberty." "I don't know how it happened, honestly, but I couldn't help myself." "How long were you there?" "I'm not sure." I was still clutching at hairs, hoping against hope that your huge embarrassment was due to your intrusion into my bedroom and seeing me naked, not at what had then happened. That was the key fact I really had to establish. If you had just seen my nudity by creeping into my bedroom, I was Ok, right was on my side. However, if you had seen me squeezing my tits, putting my hand beneath my legs and watched as I sank to the floor, the degree of rightness sort of went towards you and I was in deep shit. But how the hell can I find that out, I pondered? "You must have some idea, Matt," I said softening my tone. I was realising that if you had seen everything then I had to soft soap you to prevent a family disaster. "A minute, five, ten?" "I really don't know, I was so scared." "Scared. Why were you scared?" "Well I knew I shouldn't be there. I shouldn't be looking at you like that." God this was getting awful. Not only was I embarrassed, scared as hell, worried that you would tell my sister or, worse, Sara, but also something else was happening. I felt the stirrings of arousal. I couldn't believe it. I was getting worked about you watching me, about thinking of you seeing me masturbating. Fuck what a head case I was becoming over sex. I got up and went to the cupboard. I got the pack of Marlboro. I smoke occasionally, but hadn't had one for a few days, I'm not a proper smoker. I lit one and saw you looking, I recognised the smokers desire in you. I smiled as I walked over and put the ciggies and lighter in front of you. "Well I've helped you be naughty other ways Matt, so you might as well have a fag if you want one." You quickly lit up. "You won't tell Janis and Rob will you?" "No of course not aunty, er Cat, of course I won't" "Not about the smoking?" "No." "The beers?" "No." "Or the wine?" "No." "And what you saw in the shower?" "Fuck no," you said, making me smile at the passion in your voice. "And you won't tell them either will you?" "No, of course not. Look shall we sit outside? Sara will kill me if she smells cigarette smoke." Moving outside broke the mood a little. We sat side by side on the swinging sofa thing I had just bought and looked out over the docks and the Thames towards South London straight ahead and the City to our right. We finished our cigarettes. "Would you like another glass of wine or a beer?" I asked, standing up and stumbling a little as I got up from the moving seat. I fell against you. You caught me. Your hands held the tops of my arms and for a moment you were supporting me as I fell forward, the black, silk blouse gaping alarmingly. I recovered. "Wow that's bloody dangerous, thanks Matt." You just smiled. I went inside, picked up the half-empty bottle of red wine, two glasses, the cigarettes, lighter and ashtray. "Well Matt?" You smiled. "If it's ok a glass of red please and a ciggie, if that's ok?" I smiled back thinking we are now co-conspirators, you scratch my back and I will have to scratch yours. But still, I wasn't totally sure if you had actually seen me masturbate. "So how long do you think you watched me for?" I ventured to ask as we both lit up and sipped the wine. You were relaxing a bit, probably the wine was helping you. You smiled and said, rather cheekily I thought. "Long enough." I was probably too quick with my response, but then maybe it was for the best, it certainly opened things up. Smiling and taking a deep drag I quipped. "Long enough for what?" You didn't reply for a moment. Then, averting your eyes from mine, you said. "To see the most exciting thing I have ever seen in my life." You paused and then blurted out. "Sorry Cat, I am sorry." "There's no need to be sorry. Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" I asked, pushing things a bit. **** Why did I blurt it out? Why couldn't I just shut up, bury my head in the sand and hope it went away? Was it a "flight" mechanism or just a reckless streak? Whatever it was I felt stupid. Oh the rage that was in me, blood coursing through me as I realised the enormity of my confession. You didn't see it but my fists were clenched and knuckles white as I metaphorically kicked myself. My mind was just repeating "Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, why didn't you shut up? Idiot! Fool!" and then it'd go through my head again. I glanced at you, you looked aghast, shocked, horrified and confused. All you did with those looks was compound my desire to go and hide where no one would find me and I could live out the rest of my existence as a hermit. I didn't need to be told I'd gone red, I could feel my cheeks burning and I knew I was in some serious shit!!! "What a fucking liberty!" You'd described it as and it was a fucking liberty. How could I have done it? I asked myself. I answered the question, "Fucking easily mate, it was the biggest blast of my life." At that moment I thought I was going to cry, I could feel the emotion building up. "I don't know how it happened, honestly, but I couldn't help myself," I groaned knowing it was a half hearted reply. "How long were you there?" The way you asked that question was like a lead weight falling through my stomach, Not only was I angry at myself, frightened at what was going to happen, embarrassed and maybe about to cr, but now your full realisation just put the icing on my very big, and hugely messy cake! "I'm not sure." It was half truth and half lie. What I didn't realise and didn't think about as the conversation went on, was the thoughts and emotions that were affecting you. I had little thought for that, I just knew my arse was in a sling that was big enough to fling me all the way back home to my soon to be mortified parents. When you got up I was sure you were off to get the phone, I could almost here the conversation. "Rob, It's Cat. Come and get this pervert son of yours and never let me see him again!" My dad would reply "Why, what's he done?" Of course, you'd tell him, well you'd have to wouldn't you? You couldn't brush this one under the carpet. Then there'd be the long agonising wait for him to arrive. Instead, you came back with some cigarettes. At that moment I wanted one, needed one and when you offered me one that kinda surprised me. It didn't fit, why were you doing that? "You won't tell Janis and Rob will you?" I was confused now, on the edge of emotional overload and then you asked that. Why? I didn't understand. I mean, I was in the wrong and now you're saying that. "No of course not aunty, er Cat, of course I won't" "Not about the smoking?" Different thoughts started to run through my head, was I off the hook? As I said "No" I felt a weight lifting, this was not what I expected, the cigarette and the situation diffusing a bit was having a major impact on how I felt. I had no idea where this was going and I still felt mightily uncomfortable. "The beers?" "No." "Or the wine?" "No." "And what you saw in the shower?" You added softly. You saying that brought mixed emotions, you're my aunt and I saw you in the shower, I masturbated and came at the sight of your fingers plunging inside your cunt. Here you were just mentioning it, admitting you knew that I had seen you. A moment before I was as scared as I had ever been and now you're asking me whether I'll tell mum and dad. My response blurted out without thought but with a major "slice" of feeling. 'Fuck no, but where did I stand?' I thought. "And you won't tell them either will you?" My mouth ran dry, a moment of truth. Now I would certainly know my fate. "No, of course not. Look shall we sit outside? Sara will kill me if she smells cigarette smoke." Oh the relief. It drained out of me like water running from the bath when the plug was pulled. I could feel myself breathing again. The relief and the cigarette smoke gave me a light-headed feeling of euphoria like you wouldn't believe. Gazing out across the river in the early evening darkness gave me a chance to just relax, something I hadn't done since my tube and DLR journey back to yours. When you asked if I wanted another fag or drink I felt like your mood had totally changed, I felt almost as if you considered me an adult now and not a pervy kid or childlike nephew that I had been to you for so many years. Although I was aware of you getting up, it was just reaction when I caught you, otherwise you would have fallen face first onto me. As it was I caught not just you but a glimpse of your cleavage as you were held momentarily in my grip. 'Not now, not again,' the thoughts raced through my brain, 'Get a grip of yourself, come on just get a grip.' I don't know what you said so I just smiled. My mind was concentrating in a vain attempt to be chivalrous and I was hoping not to be rumbled yet again. As we sat and chatted more you asked that question, the question. The question I really didn't have a clue how to answer, I wasn't so worried as I had been. The beer, wine and cigarettes were having a boldening effect upon me and that plus the fact that I knew you weren't going to tell my parents made me feel better. Well I felt more confident but still couldn't just say "Well Cat, I saw you cum in the shower and it was the best thing I'd ever seen!" No, I had to come out with something better than that! And so it was, with a considered reply, I replied. "To see the most exciting thing I've ever seen," the realisation of telling you that hit me in a way I hadn't expected. I must have embarrassed you so much. "Sorry Cat, I'm sorry Cat" I continued, and I meant it. "There's no need to be sorry, had you never seen a naked woman before?" I could feel my face flushing, I suddenly felt like a child again. The alcohol had taken an effect on me, enough to make me feel a little bolder but not enough to not care about my answer. Taking a swig of wine and almost draining my glass, I was acutely aware of the fluid flowing down my throat, the light breeze blowing across your balcony and most of all, your closeness and intense gaze on me. I looked briefly at you. 'Were you enjoying this?' I wondered. You had a slight smirk on your face, was this my punishment? You had unwittingly displayed yourself to me, I had been less than the gent my mum and dad had tried to mould. Now you were going to make me squirm and show myself to be what I was, a sexually uneducated kid. "Not really, erm. I..I ..I" I was stuttering, trying desperately to find an answer that made me sound grown up. If I could, I would have explained that I'd had tons of girlfriends, seen them naked, had sex, but I hadn't. Not even one! I was a kid that was shy around girls, I fancied enough girls but courage was in short supply where they were concerned. Sure I had friends but I was "Matt, their friend" whilst they went out with other kids at school. I stammerd feeling so inadequate. Different Perspectives Ch. 02 "I've seen them in magazines and stuff". I looked away, I was sure you must be laughing. **** I clearly couldn't leave it there. I hadn't crossed the t's and dotted the i's; there was unfinished business, we hadn't squared the circle. I took a deep drag on my ciggie and sat back into the corner of the swinging settee, suspended sofa, hammock or whatever the fuck this thousand quidsworth of bollocks 'patio furniture' was called. I felt a little better. Certainly, I felt better disposed towards you. In my mind, I had forgiven you for intruding into my bedroom. I could understand it, I could empathise with you. For Christ's sake, you were a teenage boy with your hormones exploding and all I had done since you had arrived was flash my tits at you. And to leave my bedroom and bathroom doors open knowing there was an interrupted view from the hallway to the glass door of the shower, stupid bloody design, was ridiculous. Alright, I can blame the fact of forgetting you were there and not expecting you home. Yes of course I could and did use those excuses, but a little, tiny part of me wondered whether there might, just might, be another motivation, an unconscious one. Even as that thought entered my mind I had to cast it aside, it was too way out and too extreme, it was taboo. Even I, a fun aunt, a naughty aunt shouldn't think that way. As we talked, getting nearer to the nub of the matter with you revealing that you had only seen naked women in books and, of course on the net, I felt that I had a stupid and totally inane grin on my face. It was one of embarrassment, nothing else, I tried to stop smiling, I tried to put on a more serious face. In what I hoped was a totally matter-of-fact, yet friendly and caring voice I said. "So your old aunty Catherine is the first naked woman you have ever seen Matt?" Whether it was the smoke, the wine, what I had just said or your nervousness, I don't know but you started coughing and spluttering, just as if something had gone down the wrong way. You were almost gasping for breath, it sounded as though you were choking. "Are you ok?" I asked panicking a bit. You could hardly speak but managed a garbled. "Water." I ran into the kitchen got some and said. "Don't drink this yet, let me do this first." Kneeling alongside you, I pressed your head forward trying to get it near to beneath your knees. I couldn't get it that far but it rested against my leg about midway between my knee and waist. I smacked you on the back as you coughed and spluttered more. That slowly subsided. "Feel better?" I asked, realising that now I was still holding the back of your head and your neck. As you straightened, I realised also that my breasts were squashed tightly against your arm. You looked at me. Our eyes met. We held the gaze for a moment, a moment too long really. I dropped my eyes, yes aunty blinked first and I moved away. Fuck, I thought I'm tingling a bit. I poured myself another glass of wine, but gave you water and didn't offer you a cigarette as I lit yet another. I was even overdosing on those for usually a pack would last me over a week. Slowly I moved away from you. As I relieved the pressure of my breasts from your arm, I felt a tinge of disappointment. What the hell is going on? It's supposed to be your hormones that are going mad, not mine. "Let me get some cheese and stuff," I said hastily getting up and this time not stumbling when I launched myself off the ridiculous swinging thing. In the relative calmness of the kitchen away from you, I leaned back against the work surface and tried to gather my thoughts. As I prepared a small cheese board with some grapes and carrots, I ran the earlier conversations through my mind again: "Oh yes you can see from the hallway right into the shower, can't you?" "Yes," you mumbled not looking at me. "And what Matt did you see?" "Everything," you, almost grunted. "Everything? "Yes." "You mean you saw me naked?" "Yes, I did." "And that's what you mean by everything is it?" I asked ambitiously "Yes but also....." "Also?" Christ I needed a cigarette, but this was not the time to stop the flow. "I saw what you were doing." I knew then that you had seen me masturbate. I had forgotten that. So, you had seen me and you had as good as told me. You had seen me masturbating. Shit, conversations can have such double, even treble meanings, no wonder barristers get paid so much for sorting things out in court. Still, for some reason, I couldn't let it go. But then, I realised the cross purposes at which we had been talking. I was worried that you would tell my sister and her thumb up his arse husband that you had seen me having a wank. That was bad. But you, of course, were worried that I would tell them that you had been a peeping tom. A total catch twenty two when neither could be winners. So, we had to take my prissy sister and her even more prissy husband, he even has creases in his jeans, for fuck's sake, your dad out of the equation. We had to bond, become collaborators, bedfellows and scratch each other's back. That was the strategy I decided upon, I didn't have any real option did I? But how? Confront the situation head on my entire being told me, in other words 'grab the bull by the horns!' "So, Matt," I said as, leaning forward straight across from where you were sitting on that stupid contraption, I put the cheese board down on the table, took a deep breath, plucked up all my courage and said as lightly as I could manage. "You saw me masturbate?" **** I had said "I saw what you were doing." I couldn't bring myself to explain what I had seen, just that I had seen. I felt your gaze on me, a sense of amusement in your voice. You knew I was squirming and being to my eyes a worldly woman I very much got the impression you were enjoying it. I'd studied the Spanish Inquisition at school and suddenly and from nowhere felt some affinity to those who'd been scrutinised during those events between the 15th and early 19th century. My mind was still whirling with so many thoughts which were not helped by the plate you put before me and the memory of your tits pressed into my arm moments earlier. "So, Matt, you saw me masturbate?" 'Fucking hell' I thought as those words slid from between your so kissable lips. The phrase crashed into my mind as my eyes were locked on the grapes on the plate; large, plump red grapes that along with your words took me straight back to you in the shower. Your fingers on your swollen, blood engorged, I had read that somewhere, red grape lookalike nipples. My voice croaked "Yes", but I could say no more. I was caught between being humiliated and sexually charged. My hormones were raging and at this time I saw you in one light as my aunt and the other as a woman, a sexual woman whom I saw fucking herself. You sat silent for some time, across from me; I could still feel your eyes upon me along with the soft breeze that wafted across the balcony. All I could do was swing on the seat and stare at the plate like a schoolchild that had been caught and could only stare at his feet. "Matt." You repeated it again when I didn't answer. "Matt, look at me." Your voice had the ring of a command not a request. I lifted my gaze from the floor up to you, sitting opposite in your Black blouse, a few buttons undone showing the top of what I knew was a deep and inviting cleavage, your grey tailored trousers gave you a professional yet casual air. Your unruly, but so sexy, light, not golden, blonde curls cascading down each side of your face made you look relaxed and confident. After a final long drag on your cigarette you leant forward, for maybe a little too long, looking at me from the tops of your eyes as you blew a long stream of smoke into the air. Your eyes flitted from the smouldering embers in the ashtray to look directly into mine. "Right...." you said. I waited. "You've seen me er... masturbate," you went on adding quite calmly and matter of factly. "I was angry with you, but now I'm not. I was angry because I felt you had invaded my privacy. However, it's not your fault I left my bedroom and bathroom doors open, so I have to take some responsibility." You paused for a moment breaking eye contact as if you were searching for words. "You don't have to worry about me telling your parents." The bells and trumpets that sounded in my brain, I was free, off the hook!!!!! "But!" the sharpness you said that with brought me back very quickly. "You have now to be an adult about this, this has to be between us and no-one, and I mean no-one else! You understand?" All I could do was nod; you seemed to be handling this lot easier than me. "So, I won't tell and neither will you, ok?" I reaffirmed my nod "Yes aunt... sorry, Cat". I was tongue tied, I felt like whatever I said would be wrong, I felt wherever I looked would be wrong. But with you sat directly in front of me, slightly bent forward, your shirt gaping open, I couldn't help but steal glances down its front. I saw the inviting, smooth creamy skin, leading to what I had already seen to be large sensitive nipples, the wisps of black edging of your bra, just like the one I had seen on the floor in your bedroom. The part of my mind that I couldn't control wondered if your nipples were affected by the breeze, were they again like those grapes? I knew you caught me looking again, but hey, if you weren't going to tell my Mum and Dad about me spying on you, I guess I was a bit safer copping a view of the top of your tits. It suddenly struck me that if you knew, and I was sure you did, that I was watching, why didn't you move? I didn't care that you didn't as that would have been more humiliating, it would have been another show of me being caught. But this way I could take little looks. What was more embarrassing was the ever increasing bulge in my jeans, my cock was becoming erect and there was nothing I could do about it. To get away would have meant standing up with the bulge cock directly in your eye line. I wondered how I would answer you if you asked "So Matt, what did you do whilst I masturbated?" How would I answer that? I again got the feeling of wishing I could be swallowed into a big hole, though this time without the threat of humiliation at home. You sat pensive, silent and thoughtful. I knew we weren't finished here so the tension was palpable. **** I had never felt such a confused sexual tension. I had never experienced such a complicated, sex-charged atmosphere between a man and me. In part, it was a little like being near to losing my virginity; innocence combined with wantonness. Yet on the other hand, it was like contemplating the most extreme sex possible. I was the senior, the mature one, the experienced woman. You were the boy, the inexperienced virgin who had only ever seen one naked woman, me, your aunty, your blood relative. I should have been able to control and direct the situation, manipulate and cajole you to my line of thinking. I should have been able to put an end to this situation, to have nipped it in the bud, before it had grown out of all proportion. But, I hadn't. I had let it escalate and develop, build and grow into what was now a fucking great trauma. Bollocks. What should have been a simple childish prank, an almost innocent peeping tom incident that could have so easily been brushed under the carpet, had got out of control. Instead of maintaining my adult demeanour and ignoring all the ancillary aspects, I had got myself, somehow, emotionally and sexually involved. Yes, I had to admit it. I had to own up to that fact. I had to take on board that the idea of you seeing me naked, of you watching me masturbate, far from disgusting me, as presumably it should, excited me. Yes, I was turned on by the fact that my eighteen-year-old nephew had seen his aunty finger fucking herself as she lay on the floor of her bathroom. What the fuck was happening to me? "Have another fag," I said smiling as I took two from the pack and leaned forward to hand one to you. I lit mine, forgetting about you as I thought that I would have to get another pack soon. "May I, Cat?" You asked. "Oh yes, sorry" I said again leaning forward offering the lighter to you. I glanced up and caught your gaze. Your eyes were exactly where most men's would be in such a position; staring right down my blouse at my tits in the black bra. My entire body seemed to shudder and my mind almost went into a non-compute mode when the realisation hit me that I liked that. That I enjoyed you looking. That yes, I was getting turned on by my nephew ogling me. Jesus this was worse than those times with Janis. I poured us more wine. "Not much for me Cat, I'm not used to it," you wisely said as I took a large swig from my glass. You were still seated on the daft swing, that I there and then decided to e-bay tomorrow. I was perched on the corner of the four feet square, low patio table. I was just a few feet from you, but my seat was lower than yours. Inevitably, as I moved, sipping my wine, taking a drag of my cigarette or slipping one of the large, red grapes into my mouth, the blouse gaped and, just as inevitably, you looked down it. We had gone through the 'neither must tell anyone' bit and had been silent for some time. There wasn't that much to say really, I mean I could hardly ask. "Did you enjoy the show?" or "Did you like the first naked female body you have seen" or "Do you think I have got nice tits?" Even though, fucking annoyingly for I just couldn't understand my motivation or what was happening to me, they were the questions I wanted to ask. "So Matt, I guess I am being your fun aunt aren't I?" I smiled. "Yes," you replied hesitantly, almost stammering. Your voice sounded thick and strained. I looked up. You had moved a little, you had your legs wide open and were leaning back. I had caught you adjusting your position. Immediately I knew why. You had an erection. And conflictingly traumatically to me, that made me feel good, but also bad. Our eyes met again. I looked caringly at you and smiled as you became flustered. You knew that I knew you were hard. We both knew it. It was like a massive question mark between us. It had to be confronted. I smiled, you attempted to smile back, but it didn't work. You looked as if you were about to cry. I meaningfully looked you in the eye then ran my gaze downwards and then slowly back up again to hold your gaze. You stammered something, probably "Sorry" but it was so choked and quiet I couldn't tell for sure. I felt so sorry for you. Finding your way in the jungle of sexual discovery is so difficult. More so, I guess for a kid of your age with any older woman, let alone his mother's sister, his aunty. I leaned forward not caring or bothering that the blouse now gaped even further. I put my hand on your knee in an effort to console you as I saw the tears in your eye. I softly rubbed your knee. "It doesn't matter Matt, it's perfectly ok," I whispered. **** Different Perspectives Ch. 03 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. **** Fuck it; look where your hand is. Your fucking hand is on my leg. YOUR FUCKING HAND IS ON MY FUCKING LEG AND MOVING UP, was screaming in my mind! I was acutely aware of its movement. But was it deliberate? Obviously it was fucking deliberate that you had got you hand on my leg, but did it mean anything? Fuck knows. Did you know what you were doing? Did you have any idea how this confused me? I had gone from my boyish world filled with silly fantasies through seeing my first naked woman, who was not only naked, but also provided me with a sight and experience never to be forgotten. My fun aunty, who until this visit used to laugh and joke with me, Now you were not aunty, you were Cat. Aunty was family, Cat was a woman, a woman who I had seen naked, who I had seen in the shower, a woman who I had seen masturbating, and now a woman who had seen, acknowledged and was acutely aware of her nephew's hard cock. I still wasn't sure whether I wanted to run, cry or... well I didn't know. All I did know was that my heart was pounding and my pulses were racing as I had never experienced them before, well other than when we went shoplifting. Funny that two such diverse actions should create such similar sensations; I even got a hard on when pinching stuff! "It's alright, it's perfectly ok," your voice was saying breaking through the fog of confusion within me. You know how sometimes your mind is elsewhere and you then become aware, I suppose it is a narrowing of perception, I was no longer aware of the sounds of the city before me or the lights across the river, I was aware of you, nothing else. I looked at you, your head tilted slightly to one side as if contemplating something. I took in your grey hair. 'Grey?' I asked myself, 'She can't be grey, not real, old person grey. It must be dyed. Yes that what is was, it was grey blonde, maybe champagne blonde as I had heard film stars described.' It was framing your face down to your shoulders emphasising the creamy complexion of your skin. I noticed how your green eyes had both a look of comfort but also something else, possibly mischief? They were kind and smiling but with a shine. Your full lips were slightly parted and your head was bent forward a little. I was acutely aware of your slender shoulders covered in a light weight, dark material, probably silk, giving way to the pale skin of your chest and then on down to your tits. I could still make out your nipples through the material. I could still the creamy swells of each tit and the dark, deep cleavage between them. I could still see the black edging, possibly lace, of your bra. And I could still bring back the image of those gorgeous lumps of flesh being moulded and kneaded in your hands as you masturbated; a vision I knew would never be erased from my memory. All this was going through my mind as your hand continued to stroke, higher and higher. And then there was a touch, the lightest touch, I felt your nails. They did touch me there didn't they? Or did I imagine that they brushed the end of my cock bunched up tightly inside my jeans. But through the thick denim it felt as if an electric shock went through me. I felt it twitch, but with just a couple of millimetres of cloth between your nails and my scrunched up hardness it couldn't grow any more, it was too restricted by my clothing, fuck it, or was that a good thing? Who the hell knows? But I felt it swell just a little more. It felt like it was on fire, it was almost painful how hard it had become and I could feel it straining to stand upright, to rear majestically up my flat, taught stomach. Gone was any idea you were my aunt, you were barely Cat, you were all woman. Your nails had brushed my cock; I thought I was going to cum there and then, my balls felt full, overfull really. It was an experience I'd had whilst with my mates watching porn with a cushion across my lap, then having to go home with no opportunity to relieve any tension, an enormous desire to cum, to pull my cock out and furiously wank, fast and hard until the thick white cream shot from the end. My knees would go weak and I'd feel my balls expanding and contracting as each jet spewed from the deep reddened end of my cock. It was a full and uncomfortable ache like that I had now. My sudden jerk as you touched me made you stop. I saw a different look in your eyes, but I wasn't overly drawn to it and did not realise what it meant. No, instead I watched as if almost outside of my body, my right hand reached out. My mind was screaming "No, this is not right" to me, but I didn't listen, I couldn't listen, I didn't want to listen. I just watched as my right hand reached out toward and then slowly cupped your left breast, your beautiful, full and available and big left tit. Involuntarily I held my breath. I didn't know what to expect or what to do next. Maybe you would push me away, maybe say 'No Matt,' maybe you would be annoyed, maybe pleased, I just didn't know. My mind was on other things, this was a tit, a breast. It was your tit and was the first I'd ever held. In one second I felt its weight in my palm, so heavy, so big and then I felt your nipple pushing against the base of my index finger. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced and I thought to myself 'If it's like that when covered, what will it be like when I feel it naked?' I shuddered at the prospect. At that moment, that very second you let out a slight throaty noise as I felt a familiar tingling in my balls and knew I was about to cum. It was your voice that brought me back to attention as you said. "Matt, this is so very wrong, you do realise that don't you?" Not surprisingly, you could hardly speak; you couldn't compose a sentence or find the correct words. But then, are there any correct words when a forty three year old woman is touching a boy's erection and he is holding her breast? None that come to mind easily or that I can conjure up. **** You just looked at me. Partly with lust, partly with fear and partly with tenderness in your eyes and on your face. You didn't move. Your hand was on my black silk shirt holding my left breast. I didn't move either. I stayed leaning forward from my seated position on the table, the back of my white, varnished at the tips, fingernails touching the cylinder of flesh inside the harsh denim. It was an awkward position, a clumsy one, a pose that no film-maker or photographer would have chosen in a million years. But it was a natural pose, an impromptu position, a spontaneous couple of gestures. As I looked at you, I knew we had crossed a bridge; well we were half-way across it at least. The decision was whether we should go on or go back. My mind, my alter ego, my sensible, mother, business woman and middle class, golf club member self was screaming 'Stop. Go back be sensible.' My womanly needs, my body, my sexual persona were not so sure. They were not confident enough to tell me to go ahead and undo your jeans and plunge my hand inside. They were not sure enough of the situation and us, I suppose, to urge me to undress you, maybe masturbate you or, unthinkably, go even further with you. We were in a cul de sac, a quandary, we were almost up shit creek and definitely I was without a paddle. So we stayed like that for what seemed an age. My hand was on your most evident erection, yours on my breast inside the black, silk blouse. Again my mind was working feverishly like a computer, analysing and organising data, which at that moment were my thoughts and desires, fears and wishes. Of course it was wrong. There is no defence for an older woman 'sexually assaulting' as it would be termed, a young man, even if he has grabbed her breast. But how wrong? That was the question. Was it wrong that I was your aunt, a blood relative? Who better, in some ways, to ease a youngster through the horrendously difficult, emotionally and physically complicated induction into sex? In some cultures that was an aunt's duty, alright they do inhabit the jungles and live in huts, but they consider it normal. Was our civilisation so different? Wasn't incest being considered wrong more a religious convention? Wasn't the point of banning it to stop the mixing of similar bloods and thus avoid the proliferation of webbed feet and six fingers? Wasn't that why it had become a taboo? But now, with advanced birth control and enlightened thinking did it need to be taboo? Certainly not in several European countries and parts of the US where it had been decriminalised. In any case who was thinking of having full sex? That hadn't entered my mind that probably was a bridge too far. On top of all that, I also fed some further data into my mind to compute. What did you want? At first my computer rejected that data on the grounds that it was too obvious a question; it couldn't be bothered considering it, after all you are male and are holding my left tit. I inputted more data. You were so young and so inexperienced. I may have been leading you on, inadvertently showing out to you, flaunting myself. Maybe I had scared you into what you were doing? Maybe, if I intimated that we should go further, you would reject me. That, I couldn't take. Rejection always hurts, but to be turned down by an eighteen-year-old kid, would devastate me. Perhaps I shouldn't take the risk? So, as we held the awkward pose all those thoughts got computed in my mind. At last I broke the silence. At last I moved. The computer reached a decision. It was down to me. It was my duty, my right, my position to lead and direct, control and, if necessary, manipulate the situation. I was the older, more mature person, yes I was the aunt and the ball was firmly in my court. I could feel the heat through the thick denim. I could see your swollen shape. I turned my hand round and softly and slowly ran my fingertips, not my nails over what was clearly the bulbous head. "You do realise, don't you Matt that no one must ever know?" I persisted, looking you right in the eye and shuffling my bottom across the table so I was nearer to you. "Don't you Matt?" I repeated sharply in an effort to make you talk. You avoided my gaze and mumbled. "Yes." You still didn't move your hand either, to remove it from my breast or, to caress me. You simply remained gripping me. It was then that I made my decision. Maybe a fateful decision, possibly even a life-changing one. "You know that you must never, ever tell anyone, anyone at all about this, don't you? "Yes, yes of course." "Not your school friends, not your mates, anyone?" "I won't, I wouldn't do that." I ran my fingers up and down the respectable length of the outline of your cock. 'God what was I doing? What was I about to do?' This was insane, it was madness. I was lusting after a boy over twenty years younger than me. He was sexually, totally inexperienced. He could provide me nothing that would add to my sexual repertoire, he couldn't supplement my bank of experiences. He probably wouldn't have any idea what to do; it was likely that he wouldn't even be able to make me cum. Yet I wanted him. No, not wanted. Needed? No that wasn't right either. I wanted to teach him, that was it. Help him, guide him counsel and educate him. That's what was motivating me, wasn't it? It surely couldn't be the kick of taking a boy's virginity could it? I wasn't lusting for the rampant taughtness of a young buck was I? It wasn't the mind-shattering and cunt expanding hardness of a young cock that I was after, the firm body and the rippling muscles? I wasn't seeking the energy, recovery powers and stamina that only teenage boys possess was I? It wasn't the flattery of 'pulling' a teenager was it? The fact that I could still do it, still appeal to a young man? Surely not, that just wasn't me. I managed to get up from the table and sit beside you as I continued. "You do promise me that don't Matt?" "Yes aunt, er Cat, I do, honest, my deepest promise." I hedged my bets on some of my other concerns. "And Matt," I said, pushing my breast more firmly into your hand and squeezing your cock through the material. "Do you want to go further?" Your reply was a choked. "Yes," a deep moan of "Oh no," a massive jerk of your cock and a much tighter grip of my tit. I wasn't totally sure, but I strongly suspected that I knew what had happened. "Don't worry, baby, it happens, it's perfectly normal, you will be ok next time." **** You do promise that don't you Matt?" Your voice was steady, your eyes looking directly into mine. As you drew closer, seating yourself alongside me I felt myself shaking, I couldn't help it. It was lust, excitement and anticipation amongst other things, but what they were I had no idea. The feelings travelling from my cock through my balls and along the nerve pathways were exquisite. I desperately wanted release but I didn't want to cum, I knew I was close; I was on the edge of cumming. It was the most wonderful of tortures my young body had ever felt And when I replied to your question it was the most sincere answer I have ever given, you were no longer my aunt, mum's sister, you were Cat, Cat the beautiful, Cat the naughty and Cat the teacher. "Yes aunt, er Cat. I do, honest, my deepest promise." Your eyes twinkled with a new look, a look I didn't recognise, it wasn't until later that I realised it was arousal. I could feel your nipple pressing through the flimsy material of your bra and blouse, I wanted to see it. I wanted everything and I wanted it now. I was panting, sort of breathing in spurts. I was a boy, albeit an eighteen year old one, who wanted to become a man. Who wanted to lose his virginity, not to some scrawny, spotty kid of a girl in her bedroom one afternoon when her parents were out. No, I wanted it to be with a real woman, a woman like you, beautiful, experienced and sexy with big tits, an arse I could grab hold of and a cunt I could plunge my cock into as I became a man. "And Matt... do you want to go further?" You had said. What sort of fucking ridiculous question was that? 'Of course I fucking do' I thought of saying, but knew that would have been as inappropriate as it would have been disrespectful The thought put me over the edge. I had no idea that a bloke could think his way to a climax. But as you asked if I wanted to go further and gently squeezed my bulge through my jeans, I couldn't help it. My head suddenly started to spin as I groaned. "Yes, oh yes." My balls spasmed once, twice and then again and again as I felt my orgasm hit me. I felt light headed but this couldn't be happening, it was fucking amazing, but also bloody scary. It couldn't be happening to me, it just couldn't, it would spoil everything. But it was bloody well happening. 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck no,' I groaned to myself. And then my body convulsed as I felt my spunk leave my cock seep into the wall of my boxers. As you told me it'd be Ok I could see with horror a large wet patch appearing on my jeans. "I'm .... er ... sorry" I pleaded as my senses came back to earth after the most wonderful, but also terrifying sensations. "Hey, don't worry about it, I'm glad I made you cum." You said lightly almost as if I had just spilled some water or something minor like that. You looked much more relaxed than at any time since we had been together this afternoon. It seemed as if you had overcome some internal conflict, answered some questions or come to terms with something. But I had no idea what they might be. On the other hand, I felt enormously humiliated by the damp patch that was getting ever cooler and stickier. I didn't want to let go of your tit, a big part of me was thinking 'Well, that's it, you had your chance but you literally blew it!' And that thought really pissed me off. "Come on baby, let's get inside and get you cleaned up," you said again in a light and easy way as though nothing untoward had happened. 'I've just cum in my pants as I held onto your tit and you treat it as nothing,' I nearly said, but of course I didn't. I did think, though, 'What the fuck is going on?' With you getting up, my hand automatically left your breast, my mind immediately missing the feeling of its soft and full fleshiness. My mind also recalled your words, what did you mean by "It'll be ok next time". When was next time, now, tonight, another time, with you or next time I'm with a girl? That could be bloody ages, years even sod it. As you stepped inside the apartment I knew I wanted that 'next time' very badly and more, much, much more I wanted it now and with you. I followed you in and as I closed the door you said in a very matter of fact way. "Matt, get out of those clothes and have a shower, I'll put them in the washing machine." As I started to walk towards the bathroom you said continued "Not in there, take them off here... come on" You started to walk toward me. It's strange but I started to panic, I got really worried. You were going to see me naked if I got undressed where I was standing. Although I'm full of the bravado and machismo of most eighteen year olds, much of it with me, was only surface deep. Under that, I was shy and introvert in many ways, particularly about my body. I hated anyone, apart from mum, seeing me undressed and I felt embarrassed and awkward even in swimming shorts. The prospect of undressing so you would see me was mortifying; it hadn't yet registered with me that if I wanted to 'go further' with you that would involve being undressed. "But, but... but." I couldn't think of how to say it, I didn't quite know what to say, I felt like I was before the school nurse being asked to strip off, but then I hadn't cum only a couple of minutes before with her hand pressing my cock. You sighed, smiled and said "Right, Matt. Let's be honest and say it as it is, ok?" When I didn't answer you just repeated "ok?" "Er, ok" what did you mean?" I stammered. "Good. So earlier this evening you saw me naked, you saw me masturbate? Spewed so easily from between your lovely lips. Fuck hearing a woman talk about her nudity and more incredibly masturbating was a major fucking turn on for me. I loved hearing you speak like that and the inevitable started again. Wryly, but still hellishly nervously I thought 'There are some advantages to being a kid.' You continued "Now, you have just... " you hesitated and I wondered if you really was going to say it as it was, "Cum and made your jeans all messy" You answered my thoughts by adding. "Let's get you out of them." My panic increased. "What everything?" You smiled. "Yes of course, they all need washing.........," then paused before saying with a big smile and a twinkle in your eye. "For a variety of reasons I imagine. "Oh Cat," I groaned. I think you may have guessed about my reservations for your voice took on a gentler tone and the look on your face was very sympathetic. You smiled and tried to relax me by making a joke. "It's only fair Matt; after all, you have seen me naked I think it's only right for me to see you naked". I was frightened by the thought but felt such a thrill. After what had happened between us I suddenly felt more than a kid, not yet a man but as if I was half way through a transition; the caterpillar was about to become a butterfly! Different Perspectives Ch. 03 You stood there, arms folded under your breasts, supporting them slightly, not that they needed that. It was almost as if you were about to offer them as a prize, maybe you were and shit what a prize they would make. Crossing my arms over my front I gripped the hem of my t-shirt and in one movement I lifted it over my head and dropped it on the floor. My nerves were racing as I kicked off my trainers and reached down in turn to each sock pulling them off and dropping them onto the t-shirt. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. My fingers fumbled for a moment at the top button as I felt it give way, I stole an embarrassed glance at you, although it was somehow easier to undress if I didn't look at you. I could feel my cheeks burning as I blushed deeply, my fingers were shaking and my body was shuddering from surges of such enormous lust and desire. You, however, were standing dead still. Your mouth was open and your tongue so fucking sexily and come on like was occasionally licking your top lip. Whilst your left arm was still supporting your tits, your right arm had stopped doing that and your fingers had found their way to the exposed pale skin at the opening of your shirt. "Oh fuck!" I thought, you were getting off on this. Until that moment I hadn't really considered you might enjoy what had happened. It wasn't that I thought you didn't, I just hadn't thought about that at all. It would not have occurred to me in a million years that you were also aroused. I didn't recognise the slightly glazed look in your eyes, your open mouth or the way you stood with your breasts pushed forwards as signs of a woman's arousal, but then I had never been with one who was. But now I thought, albeit very tentatively, maybe you were, although I could see nothing sexy about spunk covered underwear. But I felt slightly more confident. My jeans slid smoothly down my thighs and I kicked them into the pile with my other clothes. My cock was far from hard, but was certainly not flaccid, in fact it was slowly thickening and I could feel my spunk from earlier coating the shaft as I got harder. Your gaze became a stare, your cheeks became flushed and your posture became a pose as I hooked my fingers into the waist band of my boxers. As I lowered them the first inch I realised I was about to show my naked, youthful body to a woman for the first time, well apart from mum and she doesn't count. But not just a woman, a forty three year old woman, a mid forties woman to whom I was related. Yes I was about to flaunt my naked, rampant body to my mother's sister, my aunt and my godmother. This was the stuff of fantasies and it was about to happen. I felt my cock spring free as the damp shorts stretched and then released over my thickening shaft. As I stood before you naked, all my clothes now in a heap I said, and where the words or the confident way they sounded came from, I have no idea. "Shall I go for my shower now Cat?" We simply stared at each other for what seemed an age. Neither spoke, but I saw your eyes, hopefully approvingly, running up and down my lean, taught and quite muscular, but not particularly well defined, body. You looked lost, in another world. Your left arm, the one supporting your tits was still there supporting your tits, only now the fingers of your left hand were, absent mindedly I think, although it may have been purposefully, stroking your right tit through your shirt. Finally you replied. Different Perspectives Ch. 04 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. * "Yes, go and have a shower, in my bathroom, wrap a towel round you and come back here," I said rather authoritatively. I needed to buy some time, get some space organise my thoughts. Seeing your awkward, nakedness had brought home to me the sheer enormity of what I was contemplating. Not just contemplating, though, it was also the enormity of what I had already done and was currently doing. I have always enjoyed watching men undress. I, along with many others I imagine, love the feeling of being partially, or fully, dressed when my partner is naked. Why? I don't know for certain, a sort of power maybe, who knows? But it was exactly like that with you. As you rather clumsily and shyly slid your pants down I was amazed, thrilled, surprised, excited, aroused, concerned and, I have to say, flattered to see that you were nearly erect again. Oh, the virility of youth, I thought as, momentarily all worries and concerns over being a forty three year old woman anticipating sex with an eighteen year old boy left me. For a fleeting time, we were just a man and woman, readying themselves to make love. But of course that couldn't be the case, really? You had no idea how to behave or conduct yourself with a woman. Why should you? That's what gaining experience is all about. But who, I suddenly wondered was really gaining the experience? You would certainly be learning about sex in general, but I would be gaining experience of two specific aspects of it: incest and fucking a kid. Bloody hell, that realisation hit me hard. And then, yet another realisation hit me. I had started thinking rather lecherously about you; thinking in a similar way to those silly women at male stripper performances. I was beginning to see you as a sex object! Fuck, why? Brad Pitt, Eric Clapton sure, but an eighteen-year-old kid? Was I going fucking crazy? When you had slid your boxers down and I saw your hard, your so hard and ready cock spring loose, my throat went dry and my heart started to pound. How I resisted falling to my knees, taking it in my hands and pulling it to my mouth to make oral love to, I just don't know. Then I stared at your whole body. It was so lithe and slender, it looked firm and taught, the skin was not loose, there was no flab. The image in my mind of my nakedness being squashed against you was a dauntingly exciting thought. I ogled your pert bum as you walked across the room and up the stairs. That was like a peach. It wobbled a bit, but looked firm and I could almost feel its smooth roundness in my hands as I caressed and stroked its gorgeousness, particularly when lying under you, my legs wrapped round your waist, my hands reaching up for those perfect orbs. I could only theorise about what was going through your mind and how confused you must be as you walked away from me towards my bedroom? Alone, I was also confused. But that was par for the course. It had been since I had met you at the station when I was wearing that blue cardi. It was when I saw that familiar glancing at the swell of my breasts, the look at the patch of skin between the bottom of the cardi and the top of my jeans and your eyes devouring me in such a typically male way, that the confusion had started. You were my nephew, my sister's son, a teenager, a young boy, but those initial glances told me that you were also a man. It was then, compounded by so much that had happened since, that had created such a state of confusion in me. It was all that had gone on between us that had made me realise just how traumatic it was for a teenage male, a boy becoming a man. My heart had gone out to you as I had witnessed your cringing embarrassment as gradually your 'crime' at spying on me had unfolded. How you were so stressed and worried as slowly I had forced you to explain what you had seen, and God had that been a kick looking at you as you admitted you had seen me naked and masturbating. It was all that; your teenage, post-puberty situation, your burgeoning manhood, your clear virility, your inquisitiveness and your, natural desire to experience more that had made my mind up. I would be an aunty like those in the jungle, I would teach you; I would help you, educate you and train you in the whiles of sexual behaviour. Yes, I had decided sitting on the patio sharing elicit cigarettes and wine with you, that I might let you have sex with me. Waiting in the lounge as you showered I made my mind up that I would let you have sex with you. You were gone some time. I wondered if you had got cold feet or, maybe, you had cum again. Young boys do such odd things, I thought, as my eye caught a montage of photos of my family, Sara, Kevin and me. It made me shudder; I picked it up and turned it round. I could handle Kevin's eyes on me, but not Sara's, the thought of that almost made me stop what I was doing. The sight, though, of you coming down the stairs, wrapped in a large, fluffy, dark blue towel cast all such considerations away. I was mentally back to where I had been when I ogled your bum as you left the room, I wanted you. "Hi," I said as you reached the bottom step. "Hello," you replied, clearly nervous and apprehensive, but also eager and anticipatory of what might happen. You walked towards me and stopped a few feet away. "Was that good, the shower?" "Yes it was lovely; you have an amazing shower and bathroom." I guessed that there was a hidden meaning there and I smiled. "Yes it is a large shower and the shower head is massive isn't it?" "I have never been in one with such a large head and one so powerful, or one with so much room." "It's huge isn't it?" I smiled again as we chatted away about my shower, both of us acutely aware of the sexual and taboo undertones between us. "But then you knew that didn't you Matt?" At first I wished I hadn't brought that up again, but your smile and the way you looked me in the eye made it alright. "Yes Cat, I had seen it hadn't I? Sorry again." "No need Matt, we have sorted that, gone past it and are moving on." "Are we? Have we?" You asked, probably not sure what I meant. "Yes Matt," I said quietly. "Don't you think so?" "Yes, yes we have aunt, er Cat, I am sorry." "About what?" "You know, earlier on the patio." "There's no need, it doesn't matter." I said rather thoughtlessly. "It does. It does matter," you said sharply. "It matters a lot." "Ok Matt, I know what you mean." "No you don't you, can't know. You can't know how daft and childish I feel. "You're a girl, not a boy." "Hardly a girl Matt, but thanks all the same," I said as I moved closer to you and put both my hands on your shoulders. I looked into your eyes, smiled, caringly and whispered. "Matt, it happens to all men, now and then." "Does it? Really?" "Yes, men get excited very easily and then that happens, your uncle Kevin did at times." "Did he really?" "Yes he did, but you see Matt, a woman takes it as a compliment, not an insult." "How?" "Well it means we arouse and excite our man doesn't it?" "Oh I see, I hadn't thought of it like that," you replied not moving away as I softly caressed the bare skin of your shoulders. "And that's what happened to us Matt; I just got you a little too excited." "Yes, I guess so." "And I told you, didn't I"? "What? What did you tell me Cat?" "That it didn't matter and you would be ok next time. I said that on the patio didn't I?" "Yes, yes you did." "I told you that when you were holding my breast, didn't I?" "Yes you did." "And did you enjoy that Matt?" "Oh God yes." "Was mine the first breast you have touched?" "Properly yes. I have titted up a few girls, but their's were so small in comparison to yours." I moved away so that we were a few paces apart. "And do you like large boobs Matt?" "Oh yes," you said, moving a little to relieve the pressure on your growing erection under the towel. "So you like mine do you?" I asked. I suddenly felt acutely aware that you were as good as naked and I was fully dressed. Whilst I found that exciting, I realised it was unfair on you, it would make you even more nervous than thinking that I was about to fuck you would. Also, I now wanted to be naked, I wanted to show you my body; I wanted to flaunt my nudity at you and, hopefully gain your approval. My fingers fumbled at the top button of the black silk blouse. "Yes Cat, yes, they are marvellous," you gasped, your eyes not leaving my fingers for one second as they undid the second and third buttons. I knew this was crazy. I knew it was outrageous, dangerous, forbidden really and taboo. I was aware that I was pushing all the boundaries of my womanly sexual desires way beyond where they had been before. I was on the edge, maybe topping over it, perhaps straying too far, but I could no more have stopped than I could have jumped into the Thames and swam it. As the final button came undone I said huskily. "Do you want to see my breasts Matt?" **** It felt so surreal, standing there in front of you; less than 3 feet away, the soft, blue bath towel wrapped around my waist, my chest, torso and hair still slightly damp, the latter unkempt and moulded to my scalp. I knew the thickening outline of my cock was easily visible to you, but somehow and for some odd, yet truly wonderful reason, I didn't care; it didn't seem to matter any more. We had crossed that bridge yet there were others looming, ones with an even greater significance. Besides, my cock had become hard and erect in front of you so many times in the last few hours I could hardly claim to have any control over it so I thought, 'Fuck it.' With all that had gone on, I could only put single dimensional thoughts together. I guess it was the hormones coursing through me, filling me with an all consuming lust, a lust that was tempered only by my inexperience and excitement of the unknown. If I could have looked at it objectively as it was happening I would suggest that the male species are driven by the here and now sexually, with a single purpose desire to satiate their lust, right now. I knew that I fitted that description, but didn't really know how to achieve the latter when it came to being with a woman. And what I wanted most, even through the fog of my lust, was to learn how to satisfy a woman. The problem my juvenile analysis had identified was that the female species did not have anywhere near the here and now needs that we did. Fuck it, that caused a right conundrum, a Catch 22 I guess and maybe was the biggest single issue between the genders. Boy I was becoming a bloody sexologist and hadn't even lost my fucking virginity. A woman's orgasm fascinated me. I didn't know how it worked or that much about it really, other than what I read in smutty books and saw on porn movies, but they didn't seem natural. Now, though, unlike all my mates, I had seen a grown up, mature, sexually aware woman have one. And not only had I seen her have a climax, but had seen her bring it on. Wow what a fucking blast that was too. Seeing you taken totally over the edge by your fingers in the shower, a pleasure so deep and out of control; I wanted to be able to do that to a woman, but not any woman. I wanted to do that to you. Was it a sense of power? An ability to give you something? Who really knows and who really cares? Probably both but that's what I wanted to do. Besides, these were pretty much subconscious thoughts as I watched mesmerised, your fingers unbuttoning your blouse. My mouth was dry. I seemed to be pulling in great lung-fulls of air as the black silk slowly parted exposing more of the smooth creamy skin above the now visible black and pink, or was, what I thought was pink, your flesh, striped outline of your bra. The deep valley between your tits, your cleavage, what a fucking mesmerising term for that crease between two such gorgeous orbs, drawing my eyes, causing me to stare unashamedly. As more became exposed I felt giddiness, my senses and perception had narrowed, narrowed to your fingers on their slow journey along the buttons of your soft silky black blouse. And narrowed further now, to those two magnificent globes of flesh encased in the delicate, erotic extremes of your bra. My God what a turn on are women's bras, well not just bras their panties as well. The times I have rubbed mum's pants all over my cock and balls as I prepare to wank. My cock had made an embarrassing tent in the towel leaving no doubts about my state of arousal, only this time my balls felt tighter; cumming twice already had taken the edge off my previous over excited state. I didn't realise my left hand had absent-mindedly found its way to the protrusion of the towel; my mind hadn't registered that I was lightly gripping and releasing my cock. I didn't even see your eyes drop to it for I was so engrossed in your top half and what you were revealing to me. I had never seen a strip tease so I didn't know whether this counted. What I did know was that what you were doing was so fucking sexy and yet so "gently womanly" and erotic that it could only happen with a mature and sexually confident older woman, like you. The last button came undone and the edges of your blouse swung away showing a strip of soft skin above the bra plunging into it then the bra giving way to the smooth soft skin of your tummy before it reached the waist band of your trousers. The edges of your blouse rested on the full swell of your breasts, nearly covering your nipples and tits in an almost teasing way. A couple of inches of movement away from each other and the material would move and would let me see your nipples through the sheerness of the material. "Do you want to see my breasts Matt?" You asked, posing to me the most exciting question I had ever imagined, let alone heard. 'She's asking if I want to see her tits,' my mind registered with difficulty. What a fucking ridiculous question to ask a young bloke, a randy little sod, a cocky, sexually aware, but naïve sexual virgin. I couldn't speak, I was tongue tied, i was trembling, I was fixated and was just trying to breath! I felt hot, dizzy and excited. I just stared. 'Of course I want to see your fucking tits, what do you think I am a bloody eunuch?' I was thinking. I saw a smile, maybe of approval spread across your lips, a smile that showed everything was ok, a smile that showed you were pleased with the effect you were having on me. What I didn't know was that you were equally pleased with the effect I was having on you. "Matt, do you?" You asked again then pausing as if thinking you went on. "Tell you what, don't speak, just nod" Almost automatically my head raised and lowered itself in a gormless movement as I watched you part the material slowly. "Do you like what you see? Remember, just nod" **** At last, the guilt and concern went away. The worry and trepidation vanished. We were no longer a teenage boy and a mature woman, no longer were we sexual strangers and no longer were you my nephew and me your aunt. No now, it was just you and me, a man and a woman, two people, a couple who were rapidly moving towards becoming lovers. You had stopped being the clumsy, awkward, scared boy. You were acting more the part of the alpha male, the aroused male, the rampant and ready male. As your erection grew and clearly manifested itself beneath the towel, you touched yourself, you rubbed your erection. Although, I knew you could not be really assured and as sexually relaxed as, say, Kevin would have been in such a situation that was a gesture of innate sexual self-confidence. It indicated to me that soon you would be comfortable with your nudity and confident of your sexuality; I dreaded that time. That gesture, that unconscious probably, movement of you touching yourself through the towel, when witnessed by an excited, yet slightly concerned and confused female like me, was extraordinarily horny. It made me feel better, it relaxed me, it excited and it gave me the needed confidence to undo the last button, remove my blouse and whisper. "Do you like what you see? Remember, you just have to nod, not speak." I know that I have become a reluctant and rather intrepid exhibitionist. It started when my ex photographed me to 'spice up our failing marriage.' I hated it at first, but then fell in love with the camera and would regular fuck the lens that zeroed in on me. It continued when I had my six-month affair with David, probably the real love of my life. We did not have the luxury of being easily able to use our own homes, I mean bringing a man or woman to your house after dog walking on a regular basis is likely to raise some eyebrows, isn't it? Of course, we had the delights of afternoon sex in hotels from time to time, but the expense was high. So, as it was a summer affair, our cars and the open air were often our boudoir, leaning back against oak trees in the nearby forest our bed and grassy places near lakes our mating places. Yes, we had sex in public places, we fucked where we could get caught and we loved it. It has developed to this day when now I see my ex. We don't go to each others homes and we don't' have penetrative sex, but we do meet in cars and we do have hand and oral sex, and we do often get naked on the back seat. So standing before you with my blouse off and, for some reason, draped over my shoulder I was flooded with a mix of feelings as I watched you slowly do as I had said. You nodded. As I exhibited them to you I was flooded with a cocktail of emotions. Mainly apprehension that you would find my oversized, slightly droopy breasts a turn-off; shyness at revealing them to you for the first time; anticipation as I watched your eyes widen and then roam over my chest and the excitement that a woman gains when offering her breasts to any lover. I was inviting your examination of one of my most intimately womanly places. I was offering you the chance to review a part of me that would be critical to our future love-making, I was saying they were yours to adore and anoint, if your lack of experience and inevitable attraction to more youthful bodies, did not put you off. My sexual confidence was shaken by Kevin's attraction to younger women, by his, at least partial, rejection of my rounded, full figure and his enjoyment of the more stick-like, svelte bodies of the young. That deterred me from accepting a number of offers from young men, early-thirties and lower, which I received after my divorce; my body cried out to accept them and experience the firmness and sheer energy of youth, but my mind recalled Kevin's desire for the same with his women. So I was scared to accept the advances of younger guys. But, and this was one of the most amazing aspects of this incredible afternoon, you were restoring my confidence in myself and my body. "Come closer Matt," I whispered, looking straight into your eyes. I still saw apprehension, fear almost, but now there was also desire and lust; everything was beginning to work. You shuffled forward the towel ballooning out pushed there by the strength and sheer hardness of your erection. I shuddered inside at the thought of all that untamed, totally natural, youthful power, stamina and energy. "I want to teach you Matt, you realise that don't you?" Different Perspectives Ch. 04 "How Cat? What do you mean teach me?" "Sit down with me," I said popping myself down on the edge of the long, six-seater, black leather sofa. I patted the place beside me. You sat down, our legs touching; we were half facing each other. The towel rode up a little, not much, but probably to mid-thigh. "I want to teach you about sex Matt. You do want to learn don't you?" "Oh yes, yes, so much, I want to know what to do." "What when you are with a girl?" I asked, somewhat relieved at your response. "Yes, I want to know what to do with her, how I should act and behave." I almost smiled at the appealing innocence, but knew that could spoil the mood. "And that, baby," I cooed, is exactly what a fun aunty should do isn't it?" "Er, um, I don't know, I have no idea," you stammered, clearly not understanding my weak attempt at a joke. "Well it is," I said not at all sure that I was making sense to myself, let alone to you. "Good, thanks Cat." "Yes I am going to teach you exactly that." "Please, please do Cat." "You ready to start now?" I asked. "Yes, yes, I am." "OK," I said turning slightly away from you so that my back was half towards you. "Let's make a start shall we?" I was exciting myself thinking about the prospect of teaching you, of helping and educating you in the confusion of sexual behaviour. Why it was such a turn-on and why doing that had such appeal, I didn't know. I just knew that every womanly aspect of my being told me it was the right and proper thing to do. My intellect, my body and all my female sexual urges told me to ignore the social conditioning that insisted on sex between blood relatives being looked on as wrong and thus had made it a taboo. And that's why, without looking at you I said, quietly, but firmly. "Matt, would you take my bra off please?" Different Perspectives Ch. 05 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. Your words rung through my head "Would you take my bra off please?" My fear and being worried had been replaced with excitemen; an excitement that had my hands trembling. My sexual experience to date had been limited to girls my own age and girls are what they were. Experience was almost an exaggeration for the few occasions of fumbling in the dark. If I was amazingly lucky, I'd get my hands up a date's jumper or into her blouse where I would desperately search for a touch of flesh anywhere. Getting a touch of a tit above a bra was marvellous, but rare, and once or twice getting my fingers inside a bra and touching a nipple was as unusual as it was cum inducing. They had been girls, not a woman. Sexually uneducated girls, not an experienced woman. Now, I was about to learn, about to learn how to touch a woman, how to turn her on, how to caress and arouse her, how to use her breasts and her body, how to fuck her and how to make her cum. That's what I wanted, I wanted to be taught, I wanted to learn how to please a woman. I gazed upon the trails of blonde hair that weren't held up by your clips as it flowed in small wisps across the skin, pale by comparison, of your shoulders, passing over the thin black straps of your bra that passed from the strap at the back to the cups at the front. I let my eyes wander down those thin pieces and then along to the hooks and eyes holding the material together. You bra was like a last defence between me and your tits. I stared at the thick black band, which was cutting lightly into your back, its dark elastic in stark contrast to your flesh, which was almost ivory in the pale light in which we stood. Other than on mum, when she had walked round the house in her bra and skirt or, occasionally and incredibly excitingly, in her bra and panties, I had never actually seen a bra on a girl. Of course I had seen pictures and yes I had fondled mum's bras, well yours as well when I was spying in your bedroom, but never an actual female in her bra. It was an amazing and hugely arousing sight and there and then I fell in love with ladies' underwear. Below that thick bra strap I gazed at your lower back narrowing to your waist and the tight trousers that accentuated the aggressive flair of your hips and the so enticing roundness of your bum in the trousers. There were no signs of panties or anything under them. 'Fuck me she's been commando all evening," I quite incorrectly thought, not being that aware of just how snug some thongs can be. I stood silently looking at you. Not just because of nerves, but also appreciating your beauty, the beauty that a man sees in the body of his lover. Fuck, how enormous a prospect is that? You were about to be my lover, you were about to give to me the most intimate thing you could... your cunt, and I was about to give to you the thing I could only give once... my virginity. That made my heart pound like a drum; you surely must have heard it. I don't know how long I was staring, not long I doubt but I finally closed the gap between us, aware that if I were too close I'd poke you in the back with my erection. I briefly wondered if you were ok with what we were doing before I dismissed the thought totally. My hands reached forward to the clasp a foot or so in front of me, I knew your nipples would be hard, I had read that and seen it with you earlier. I wondered if hard nipples were similar to my erection, I had no idea really, but assumed they were caused ny sexual arousal, well that's how the books described it. With your back to me they were out of view but I had seen them, through the sheer black and pink mesh of the cups. I had read men's magazines where different parts of women's anatomy had been described and I pictured your aureole, as I had understood them to be called, puckered with your nipples like hard acorns cherries. I wanted desperately to touch them and it was with all the self control that I could muster that stopped me from reaching around and grabbing your tits, your big fleshy tits that I so badly wanted! Instead of reaching around you I trailed my finger from your hairline on the back of your neck down your spine to the top of your bra strap, I smiled when I felt you shudder under my light touch, it felt goog that I could give you pleasure. I took that as your approval, but the soft gasp that escaped your lips also helped form my decision. So, my forefinger of my left hand followed the path of my right albeit making little circles on your neck first. Seeing the hollow made by your spine under the join of the "eyes and hooks" my fingers slipped under your bra strap, I was amazed at how rough the material felt and wondered if the cups were as rough, they didn't look like they were. "Am I doing ok Cat?" I asked. I had never undone a bra and was a little confused how they came apart. Lorraine and Becky, the two girls I'd snogged and got a little steamy with hadn't let me undo their bras so with no previous experience I wasn't totally sure what I should be doing. I hadn't thought to check the bra clasp when messing around with mum's underwear, I was far more interested in the cups which held her, even bigger than your, tits. "Yes Matt," you sounded almost a little out of breath, "They're like little hooks, just push each end against each other" "Oh, Ok" I replied wondering how the hell women managed to get them done up. One by one the three little hooks came free of their holders, as the last came loose I gently let each end of the garment go exposing your bare back. I wondered if the red marks left by the strap hurt or irritated you. You stood very still facing away from me for what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than a few seconds. I so wanted to see your front that I almost moved round you. At last, though, you turned slowly round to face me, crossing your arms across your tits as you did so. And there we were before each other, my towel straining at the front over my young, hard cock that twitched of its own accord. You, my aunt, wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and keeping my eyes from your tits by your hands and a bra that was about to come free. For the umpteenth time that day my mouth became dry, I was aware of taking in great lung fulls of air, finding it extremely hot and stuffy in the room. My face flushed as I stared at you, my eyes going from your face to your arms. "You want to see these Matt?" You said nodding downwards and asking another of those fucking ridiculous questions, rhetorical aren't they? Your eyes had a slightly far away look but there was a definite teasing tone in your voice, the tone of someone who was controlling the moment totally. I just nodded. "Tell me; tell me what you want to see." It was a command. "Can I see your.... I want to see your... Oh God your tits Cat." It came out as a whisper. "I so badly want to see your tits." Magically, wonderfully, amazingly, incredibly and so excitingly you let your arms fall slowly away letting go of the almost inadequate bra you had been wearing. As that fell away you muttered very hoarsely I thought. "You mean these Matt?" **** As I felt the pressure on my back lighten when you undid the clasp, I smiled. "Well done, Matt, that was good." I said holding the cups of my bra against me You looked a little embarrassed and a little confused. "How, what?" "The way you undid my bra." "All those hooks and eyes." "Yes lots of men find it very difficult." I said looking over my shoulder. "Really?" You asked looking proud of yourself. "Yes, but then remember," I went on starting to turn towards you. "You will normally be doing it blind." "Blind?" I moved very close to you, the bra still covering my boobs. I whispered. "Normally the girl will be in your arms." I paused, looked right into your eyes and then covered the space between us as I murmured. "Her boobs will be pressed against you." I gently pressed my bra covered tits against your slim, firm chest as I added. "Like this." "Oh God, oh yes, oh Cat." "Does that feel good Matt?" "It feels wonderful; it's marvellous, oh my God." "Put your arms round me," I whispered lifting my arms and putting them round your neck. I stroked the hairs on the back of your neck as you slid your arms under mine and round my back. "Now take hold of my bra strap and try and do it up." We laughed when you couldn't, quite naturally, do that. "Hold on," I said reaching behind me and quickly doing it up. "Your turn now Matt." I put my arms back round your neck, I pressed my breasts back against your chest and I pushed myself against the firmness of the gorgeous-looking and wonderful feeling outline of your erection. You fumbled around, trying to undo it. "See what I mean Matt, its hard isn't it only having feel to go on and being," I paused and pointedly wiggled myself against your bulge. "Very aroused." "Oh yes, yes it's so hard." I smiled and repeated the wiggle. "Yes Matt, it is hard, very hard, and that, baby, is lovely." We both giggled. I moved away from you, undoing the clasp again. We were now both hugely aroused. The mood between us was awesome, we were crossing boundary after boundary and we had gone beyond the point of no return. I was holding the bra so it covered my right breast and I put my hand over the other. I looked at you. We exchanged some phrases, I don't recall exactly what they were, but I heard you saying some magical words. "I want to see your tits Cat." 'God,' I thought, my nephew saying that to his aunt. "What decadence, but how exciting." I had lost all my inhibitions now. I still had my fears, concerns and considerations about both the incestuous nature of what we were doing and me going with such a young guy. But my body was totally up for it as was my intellect; it was my conditioning that gave me some nagging feelings. I managed to assuage those, though, by convincing myself that I was doing my duty. Surely, it was preferable for you to 'get your teeth' into sex and lose your virginity this way, with tenderness and comfortable surroundings, than with an inexperienced little schoolgirl slag or, even worse a whore? I dropped my hands away from my breasts. I showed them to you, I exposed them to you,I flaunted them at you, I offered them to you. "Hold my breasts Matt, touch them. Let me teach you how to caress a woman's breasts. Would you like that?" **** It made me laugh trying to do your bra up, it seemed to me a bit like a grown up version of the games we used to play when I was kid and you were aunty Cat; that seemed so long ago now as to be almost beyond memory. What was almost strange to me was the way you pressed against my cock. Earlier, it would have been an embarrassment to me, not now though. Had I learnt my first lesson? Was this part of learning with aunty? How to be comfortable with your lover? And yes I was comfortable, my anxieties were falling away like loose rocks on a mountainside, leaving only what is important behind. I felt comfortable yet so horny! Horny, a word I haven't really used before, a word that fits my age; I was horny, fucking horny. I wondered if experienced men get horny or do they just get aroused It was marvellous to have you pressed against me, against my cock. Like some game I suppose. I guess I had got too hung up on sex, on losing my virginity. But then again, that is what's great about you. From being y Cat who played with, entertained and listened to a child to the woman who was before me and in my arms. In my arms for fuck's sake, you were in my arms, fucking hell what a result? Here I was with your tits pressed against my chest, my cock pressed against your belly and an air of sexual arousal all round us due to the knowledge that soon we would fuck and it would not just be good, it'd be great! I struggled with the clasp and didn't care, it was fun and lightened the moment but I wanted to move on. Here I was with a beautiful woman and as fun as the banter is between us, I had other things on my mind. It was more an automatic statement than anything else. "I want to see your tits Cat." And I did, I wanted to, I so so wanted to. I couldn't look at your face now; I just had a desire to stare at your gorgeous wonderful tits, your breasts, your nipples, and the whole bloody mass of female flesh on your chest. And then, and then fucking hell, fucking marvellously, fucking wonderfully you dropped your bra. I could only stare in wonder. True, I had seen them earlier, but that was different, I wasn't supposed to, I had stolen a look at them and you didn't know I was looking, but now you displayed them for me, you were showing them to me, for my eyes only. You were flaunting them at me at your own volition; yes you were showing your eighteen year old nephew your gorgeous, fucking tits. I devoured them, I wanted them, and I wanted to covet them. They looked so big, heavy, soft and creamy with your full hard nipples flushed with blood and desire. They seemed to be begging for attention and shit how I wanted to give them that. Magical words simply oozed from your mouth. "Hold my breasts Matt, touch them. Let me teach you how to caress a woman's breasts. Would you like that?" Why oh fucking why did you keep asking these rhetorically arousing questions? What man in their right mind could possibly say no to such a question? "Yes Cat, oh yes I want to. Can I? Please can I?" I was the pupil, you were my teacher. "Ok Matt, come and feel them, feel their weight, how soft they are... I'd like that" As I stepped forward and closed the small gap between us I'm not sure what the first contact was, my towel covered cock against you or my fingers against the delicate skin of your breast. It was with a trembling touch I first felt the wonderment of your tits. As I touched you I couldn't help but gasp and my hands jerked. Would I ever be able to get used to the sensation of stroking a woman's breasts? I doubted it. "You like that Matt? I think you do" I looked up and you smiled before continuing, "Feel their weight. Hold them; squeeze them gently, not hard. I like that. Do you like that Matt?" "Oh yes Cat I do," I whispered as I did what the teacher instructed. **** Turning away from you I said huskily as the feel of your hands on my breasts and the so appealing look in your eyes really got to me. "Follow me." I shuffled across the combined living/dining room and study with the floor to ceiling windows down two sides, dropping my bra onto a chair I passed on the way. I led you to a short hallway that linked that room with the entrance hall. It was probably about three metres long and two wide. The two ends of the short corridor were open, one side had a doorway leading to the kitchen and the third was covered with a mirror. That was floor to ceiling and the full length of the corridor, a huge nine feet long, and seven feet high reflection! I had had it put there to 'widen' the area, which it did very well. However, further use of the mirror had emerged over the three years or so I had lived there. It had become my masturbation chamber. Many times I have stood or slid to the floor in front of that mirror my mind and body roaring towards sexual ecstasy. Without real company to help me, my reflection has so often been my lover. Now though, for the first time I was going to have both my reflection and a lover in my masturbation chamber. I put my arms back round your neck, squashing my bare breasts against your chest; that's always such a lovely sensation. I pushed myself against the firmness of the gorgeous-looking outline of your erection under the towel I could hardly stop myself pulling the towel from you, but I did. I was like a young kid saving the best part of a meal to the end. Then I turned holding my hands over my boobs. I turned my back on you and leaned against you feeling your hardness now on my bum. "Do they look good in the mirror Matt?" I asked as our glances caught in that mirror. I dropped my hands to my sides. "Yes Cat, yes, yes, yes, they do, they are marvellous, but all of you is wonderful." The sincerity and youthful exuberance was so touching. "Then pinch my nipple Matt, take one of my nipples in your fingers." "Oh God you groaned sliding your hands round me. You did, but too gently, which was preferable to too fiercely, as many lovers do. "A little harder Matt, Mmmmm perfect." Without any advice or instruction from me you took my other nipple with your other hand and pinched that as well. "Pull them, pinch them squeeze them and roll them around Matt," I said as lucidly as I could muster, for I was becoming enormously aroused. I squirmed against your erection, I rubbed my bare back over your chest and I slid my hand behind me and between us. I found the swell in the towel; I ran my fingers up and down it. Even though I knew what it looked like and how it felt, I had to see it again. I turned and faced you. I moved a little further, so that you were three-quarters on to the mirror and I was half-turned away from it. I moved away from you and placed my hands on your hips. "Was that good Matt?" "Yes, it was fantastic." "Do you like my breasts?" "Oh God yes." "And did you like feeling them?" "Of course, was I ok?" I stood on tip toe, lifted my face and kissed you on the lips. Not a deeply passionate kiss, more a tender and affectionate one, but certainly not a typical aunty to nephew one either. I put my tongue out and ran it all the way round your mouth, gently licking every millimetre of your lips. "You were marvellous baby," I whispered, my hand once more finding your bulge. "Look in the mirror, not at me," I said quietly as once more I moved behind you so we were both facing the mirror in my masturbation chamber. I put my hands on the fold of the towel round your waist. I slid my fingers inside a little as, looking in the mirror, I watched you, watching me. I found where you had tucked one edge of the towel inside the other. I took hold of it there and pulled, gently. I held your gaze, you looked frightened. "Shush, don't be worried, it's ok," I whispered, hopefully encouragingly as I pulled one edge out from the other. "Is this ok Matt?" You grunted. "Yes Cat, yes it is," as we both watched in the mirror, the towel firstly opening up and then sliding down your legs as I let go of it. The dark blue towelling fell away exposing your beautiful manhood and revealing your total nakedness. You really were, as they say, well hung, but it was by no means hanging right then. It was impressively long, almost reaching your navel and deliciously sturdy; it made me shudder with the anticipation of feeling that filling me as I now knew it would. I moved round you so I was facing you my rear reflecting in the mirror. Putting my arms round your neck, I pressed myself against your body. I moulded myself to you as I lifted my lips towards you, whispering just before they met. "You have a beautiful body Matt, I want it so much," I could hardly believe I had said that. I don't think I had ever felt that way, let alone said it about a lover before. Why were you so special? Why did I so want your young body? **** So many thoughts rushed through my head, the way your breasts felt in my hands, their texture and smoothness, the firm rubbery feeling of your nipples between my exploring fingers. The way you moved against me as I caressed your tits and played with those nipples, the almost constant rubbing of your arse against my cock. I was so hard it was uncomfortable. I never knew my erection could be like this and all I wanted was for this to never end. Different Perspectives Ch. 05 When you led me into that small corridor, your tits jiggling awesomely as you moved, I felt very grown up. This was proper sex. Looking at me, looking at you, at you looking at me and me looking at you in the mirror was really adult stuff I thought. I could no way imagine any young bird doing such a thing. God, older women were so much better value. As I watched my hands on your tits the sudden, unexpected feeling of your hand on the towel squeezing my cock almost sent me over the edge. "Was that good Matt?" "Oh yes, it was fantastic!" It was more than fantastic, it was fucking amazing. I wanted to hold them, play with them and adore them. Your tits, your breasts, your boobs....no words came close to describing them effectively, certainly not with the limited vocabulary I possessed. I had such an urge to run my tongue all over them, to take your nipples into my mouth and suck them, drawing them like my fingers had done, nibbling on them to see if it made you squirm as my hands had done earlier. I felt as though I wanted to eat them, fuck was I becoming a cannibal? I liked being the pupil, I loved being taught by you, it was new and exciting; I didn't have to pretend that I knew what I was doing as I had with the drippy girls whose little tits I touched. No with you I could follow, I was being led and it was incredible, When you turned and kissed me, your lips felt so soft on mine, so sweet so delicious. They sent little electric like shocks through me as the tip of your tongue danced across my mouth. My knees were weak and I felt light headed. "Look in the mirror not at me," I heard you say with words seeming to come from a long way off. I turned my gaze back to the mirror as I felt the towel loosening from my waist 'God' I thought, 'she's going to see me totally naked.' Despite everything that had passed between us I still felt a twinge of panic. I guess you sensed it. "Shush, don't be worried. It's ok" And as the moment of panic passed it was ok, it was very ok. It was ok because you said it was, you were in charge, my teacher, my leader and it just felt so right. I felt the slightly cool air upon the tops of my thighs as the towel fell to the floor. I was totally naked. Completely bare in front of you with my cock filled with blood, hard, hot and smooth. I knew the veins along it would be standing out, I knew my helmet would have stretched back the foreskin and protruded beyond it. I also knew the helmet would be as smooth as velvet, purple and swollen. I had seen myself enough times to know that the skin around my balls would be tight and that inside they would be full of my spunk. Beyond all though, I knew I wouldn't last too long the way things were going. And then in a moment, I suddenly felt I had no escape, I didn't want to escape but it was your arms surrounding my neck, the soft skin of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples pressing into my chest. Your body against mine and our lips meeting. You wanted me, you desired me, you had said so; where was this going to lead? Until that moment it hadn't really occurred to me that we might fuck, that you might really want me. We had gone from the nephew staying with his aunt for a couple of weeks to would be lovers. The boy was about to become a man. Your lips were again so gentle, for a moment I felt like a statue, I didn't know quite what to do. My hands rested on your hips. How the fuck had they got there? I hadn't put them there had I? I must have done. I must have put them right on the waist band of your trousers so that part of my hand was on the material and part on your skin. Jesus Christ this just got better and better. Your lips and tongue teased mine and invited a response. They probed my lips open and slid inside. Shit her tongue's in my fucking mouth, I'd never had one in there and it was truly fantastic. Why? What was so special about a tongue in your mouth? Who knows, who can explain it, but it was incredible? I responded. Why not? I did what you did, that was what learning was all about wasn't it? Sort of copying the instructor. That's what I decided to do. Do what you did, but in reverse. So now my tongue played, against your tongue, your teeth and the inside of your lips. It licked your gums, then your lips and pressed against your tongue. Fucking easy, piece of cake really. Your hands found my hair, gripping it at the roots and pulling. What the hell was that about? I couldn't know of course, for I had few sexual instincts. I didn't know that you were becoming aroused and that was a sign of it. After what seemed an age your mouth broke from mine. My breath was coming in rasps as was yours. I saw a strange look in your eyes, a look that was unmistakeable, a look I had seen in the eyes of actors, film stars and footballers. It was passion. Fuck she was feeling passionate about me, how awesome. "Matt, you are a lovely kisser baby" you said between breaths "Am I? Thank you," I replied not really having much idea what constituted being a lovely kisser, all I'd done was follow you. "Don't thank me baby, just learn and enjoy" Resting your hands on my shoulders I felt the trail of your hair sweep across the top of my chest, your lips kissing gently above my nipples as you slowly kissed and licked your way down my body. I could see the white skin of your back and the gorgeous roundness of your arse in the mirror "Oh my god" I muttered as I realised where you were going, what you were intending and what you were about to do. **** Man or boy, mature male or teenager, naïve kid or experienced lover, whoever, no one could have presented me with a more fanciable cock than what you, my young nephew, was doing. Long, round and deliciously thick, it had the hardness and straightness of youth and the warmth and smoothness of male arousal. Cocks in photos or films have little attraction for me, and most women I suspect. Unlike men, who seem to get great stimulus from unknown women's breasts, bums and pussies, we seem to need to be, at least, on nodding, if not first name terms with a mans' physical attributes before it becomes an object of significant arousal to us. However, when up close and personal with a fanciable man, then his penis and balls become objects of both such beauty and such excitement that we just cannot get enough of it. I think it is when we realise and acknowledge that that long, hard tube of flesh is going to penetrate us and invade our body that it hits the high spots for us. Seeing your so rampant, so upright, so hard, so ready and so available cock did it for me. I wanted it; I wanted it on me, against me and in me, yes in me and up me, up me anywhere. 'What the fuck am I doing?' I suddenly managed to think when I found my tongue pressing into your navel. This wasn't in the plot, the script didn't cover this, oral wasn't on the agenda, as I wasn't sure if 'going all the way 'was. Or was it? I hadn't thought ahead. I hadn't thought where this would end. I had half assumed I might help you lose virginity, but more, in my garbled line of thinking, by my hand then by you actually fucking me, although, I must admit, I had not ruled that out. My mind had kind of visualised that I would teach you how to go about making love, provide you with the techniques and skills, but then stop. Naïve really, but certainly well-intentioned. But my womanly instincts were taking over no, had taken over. I was no longer just treating you as my pupil, but also as my lover. I wondered, 'Did eighteen year olds do oral?' Did you need to learn how to have your cock sucked? I thought not. As equally, it hit me, it was probably too soon for you to learn how to perform oral. Almost giggling, I thought to myself. 'He can come back for that later, when he's a little older.' It was a struggle to stop myself though. I mean when you have become as aroused as I was, when you have a naked man, woops boy, in your arms, when you have a gorgeously rampant cock at your disposal and when you are the teacher, why stop? How can you stop? But stop I did, it just seemed the right thing to do. So, instead of plunging southwards, I turned north thinking 'We aren't ready for that, not yet.' I suspected, though, that we soon would be. But as quickly as that thought had come into my mind I rejected it just as fast. Surely there was no future for us after the next few hours was there? I ran my mouth back up your chest and kissed you full on the lips. You kissed me back. I took your hand and pressed it to my breast. "Remember firm, but gentle, baby," I whispered as I pushed my tongue past your lips, causing your mouth to open fully. Again, you caught on quickly and soon, as we continued kissing, you were caressing my breasts, almost like a grown man. "I am going to show you how to kiss a woman Matt, it is so important." "I know how to kiss," you innocently replied. "You said I was good, didn't you?" "Yes Matt I did, but that was ordinary kissing, not what aunty is going to show you baby, this is dirty kissing." I said smiling as I wrapped my arms round your neck, squelched my boobs against you and ground my tummy on your erection I turned on the kissing. I pulled out all the little tricks and techniques I had learned over the years. That was important. It's critical, I thought for you to be a good, if not a great, kisser. Get that right, show in the early stages with a woman that: a) You have the patience to kiss long and deeply, b) That you respect her enough to satisfy and please her at all stages of your lovemaking, c) You are good at it and d) Enjoy kissing then, few women will be able to resist you getting into their panties in double quick time. I pressed my tongue against yours, they duelled a little, I licked all round your gums and teeth and along the roof of your mouth. I half closed my lips and squirmed and ground our mouths together then kissed you as open-mouthed as was possible. I took the tip of your tongue in my teeth and firstly nibbled it, then sucked it with increasing pressure. I did the same with both your top and bottom lips, I chewed and sucked each in turn and then both together. In between the 'tricks' I continually reverted to deep kisses, plunging tongues, lots of licking and lip squirming. As we experimented in that way, as aunty taught her nephew how to make love with his mouth, I also used my body. I ground my breasts against you; I thrust my crotch against your glorious length, stimulating my pubic mound and the clitoris at the mouth of my pussy. Even as I was doing that and thinking that, my breasts were becoming tits and my pussy was becoming my cunt. I made a mental note to teach you how to talk dirty at some time. I also used my hand and arms. They were around your neck, then your waist, they were on your hips pulling you harder against me, they were up and down your back, between us, on your chest and then on your bum. On your youthful, firm, pert rounded arse. It was too soon to bring that 'other place' into play so they remained on your lovely cheeks, caressing, rubbing squeezing and pinching your young, tight skin and flesh You reacted well. You started to do many of the things I was doing to you back to me. Soon, you were trading kiss with kiss, body movement with body movement and use of hands with me. I thought. 'Girls of Dartford had better watch out, am I creating a monster?' Was I maybe teaching you to perform at a level well beyond your years, I wondered, as I pressed my flamingly hot tit hard against your hand? Ok, so oral was off the radar screen, at least for the time being. It had to be tonight at least. I guessed there would be no way that you would be able to resist cumming if I licked the length of your cock, if I took your balls, one by one then both together into my mouth, if I wrapped my lips round your cock and if I sucked you long and hard. At least, I hoped you would cum, for fuck's sake what a turn down that would be if you didn't? But I didn't think that was what you wanted, no, not tonight. I knew it was not what I wanted, no not tonight. No, tonight was a night of teaching, a night of learning, a night of experiment and a night where an eighteen-year-old nephew was going to be taught all the little tricks associated with being a good lover. Would it, though, I wondered be a night when an eighteen-year-old nephew gets to fuck his forty-three-year old aunt? Or should my role just be to show you how to treat women sexually so that you have all the skills and techniques to get yourself laid when and with whom you choose? If I went all the way, might that not be laying too much on you at too early a time? Fucking any girl is a big thing at your age, fucking a near middle-aged woman is a massive challenge and fucking your aunty is completely off the Richter scale. I turned back to the mirror. You turned with me. We looked at ourselves in that huge reflection. You were naked. Naked and rampant, beautifully naked and stirringly rampant. I was bare above the waist, but prudishly covered beneath it. I find being partially or fully dressed when my partner is near or fully naked such a turn on. Did you I wondered? I caught your eyes in the mirror. I put my hands on the waist of my grey trousers. You watched seemingly fascinated as my fingers fumbled at the clasp of the fly, as they undid that and as I took the fob of the zip between my finger and thumb. I smiled. Still watching you as I slowly eased the zip down, exposing the 'black and pink striped' panties that matched my bra. I looked as deeply into your eyes as I could in a mirror and said in what was probably a throaty whisper. "Do want to see me naked Matt?" Different Perspectives Ch. 06 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew fas they have sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. Part 6 **** Being taught how to kiss was amazing. I had always thought you just pressed your mouths together and that was it. But no, as you demonstrated, there was a whole range of techniques and tricks. Kissing, I realised was whole fucking art form There was tenderness, passion, enthusiasm, creativity and wild abandonment. Our mouths flirted with all of them as our tongues entwined in a lover's embrace. I learnt that kissing fuelled desire, took it onto another level. God if I'd kissed the girls like this I would have either scared them or had them eating out of my hand... or should it be mouth? I was learning and I loved it, I didn't care that you were my aunt, my mother's sister. Right now you were a woman, the most sexual woman I'd ever imagined. None of the stories I'd read came close, and neither should they. They were filled with women who seemed to look at a man and ended up fucking him. Nothing in between, except of course the blow job, a blow job I thought was on the cards until your soft teasing lips travelled back to mine. The thing was, I wasn't disappointed, how could I be? Maybe if you'd stopped and had second thoughts, maybe if this was all a little too weird. But you hadn't stopped, you left me in suspense, left my hard, rock hard cock twitching with anticipation, waiting to be touched, kissed, licked and sucked into a mouth, your mouth. But if you had, well I would have cum; I don't know if you were ready for that but I didn't want to cum, well I did. Lots in fact, but not yet. I wanted to enjoy what was amazingly happening to me, I wanted this to last, I wanted it all but most of all ... I wanted to be a willing pupil. Anyway, back to kissing, this was even more sexy than the films I'd seen. The DVDs round friends' houses with women with strange tits who after a minute or so were fucking, that wasn't real... this was real and this was more sexy than I could ever imagine. Oh aunty Cat, hmmm I still struggle with that sometimes but hey. Anyway, your lips against mine, placing little kisses on my mouth, around my lips and seeking out my tongue with yours. Teasing it with just the tip before drawing into your mouth and nibbling the end. The feelings that sent through me! Combined with your hands on the nakedness of my arse, pulling me against you, almost fucking me with the way you ground your glorious body against me. It was amazing, totally amazing how you became almost animalistic. Drawing me into that world of extreme passion. You then did the best thing you could have. You stopped. I was getting carried away, far too carried away and anymore of our delicious entwining tongues would have sent me over the edge, I was close, no I was very, very close to cumming. You had almost brought me off with kissing alone, was this possible? Is it normal? I buried the worry far to the back of mind reminding myself that this was all new and perhaps in time I could control myself a little better. Your breathing was almost panting when you said "Do you want to see me naked Matt?" Yet another of those daft fucking questions. Of course I wanted to see you naked, you crazy bitch, I thought, but said. "Yes, yes please Cat I do... No, I mean yes but...." "Oh, Matt. Are you OK?" Your worried look was not justified, by that I mean you had nothing to worry about. I realised I might have startled you. "Yes, it's just. Can I look at you for a moment? Please?" I needed time, I needed to calm down a little and this was the only way I could see of doing that. This way I got to look at you too, not a surreptitious stare but I got to look and admire. And as you stepped back it was with admiration that I stared at your awesome, well to me at least, body. I think you realised that, for the look on your face softened again. The sudden trepidation went from your eyes. Everything from your hair to the way you proudly displayed your tits to me was so fucking sexy. I stared unashamedly, I stared at your nipples, puckered, engorged and desperately inviting attention. Like red acorns sitting atop the coral crinkled islands of your areola and the large, heavy pale skin of each breast. Breaking my stare at your tits I took in your slender neck and gentle lines of your chin, the lips that had until a moment ago been caressing mine with such fervour, then your flushed cheeks, rosy with what I could only imagine was arousal. And then your eyes, your lovely blue eyes so often soft and playful, motherly and caring. Not now though, oh no, now they were locked, staring at my cock. I squeezed my muscles under my balls making my hard, thick shaft twitch, you didn't see my amused smile as I watched your eyes widen at my little display. I was enjoying every second of this, and as each of those seconds passed my confidence was growing. I wondered what you were thinking, I certainly realised how surreal our situation was. I was naked in front of my aunt who in turn was half naked in front of me. I had an overwhelming desire for you, yet it was no more than that. I was able to appreciate and understand that I could not tell anyone about us. If you had been a school teacher I would have been tempted to brag about it to my mates, but this was so different. It somehow made it more exciting, the thought that this was our total secret. In future visits or family gatherings we would look at each other and know that we knew the other sexually. That thought sent a delicious thrill coursing through me causing me to make my cock twitch again, causing your eyes to widen again and the very tip of your tongue to touch your top lip. You broke away from your reverie, taking a deep breath and bringing your attention to my face. "Do you like what you see Matt? Are you ready for the next step? Do you want to see me naked now?" you whispered. All I could do was nod and croak "Yes please." "Come with me then lover boy" your grin was once again playful and your soft words controlled. I followed you expecting us to go to your bedroom so I was surprised when you walked past the door and into my room. I was puzzled, but the thought of asking why as you closed the door behind us never really entered my head. After all you were in charge and knew what you were doing and what needed to be done when a man and a woman are about to make love. I had no fucking idea. **** We were now clearly so close to consummating our remarkable new, sexual relationship. Or were we? I didn't know. I still wasn't sure just how far we would go. How far we should go? How far I could go? Could I actually let you fuck me? It was an almighty step, an irreversible one, it was just like pregnancy, a woman can't really be a little pregnant, she either is or isn't, just as this we either would fuck or wouldn't. It was an act that could have such enormous, long-lasting and, if anything went wrong, devastating consequences. For Christ' sake if my stuck up prick of a brother found out, and despite all your heart-felt promises, I couldn't discount that he might, I would be ruined with my family, friends and maybe my daughter. But we had come this far. You had seen me masturbate; I had made you cum, undressed you and was now in the process of baring myself for you. Was that any different? Yes it was vastly different. Actually, having you inside me, penetrating me and fucking me would be so different that it really was, I thought, chalk and cheese. I couldn't take you to my bedroom. I couldn't lay on my bed with you. I knew that if I did the later memories of whatever we did on the bed, would be too vivid, the guilt and remorse too much when I lay there on subsequent nights alone. Hence, the spare room. "Lie on the bed." I ordered, very schoolmistressy. You did. You looked fabulous. I scanned your firm, lithe, youthful body, your not unhandsome face, short hair and colt-like limbs. Your slender thighs and long legs. You're almost hairless chest, flat stomach and the profusion of brown pubic hairs from which exploded the epicentre of my lust; your young, proud, rigid and so appealing, erect cock. Your confidence had grown. As you lie naked on the bed with me standing alongside it, my trousers open at the zip held up more by willpower than anything else, well also by a little excess on my hips, your gaze roamed unashamedly over my body and, more significantly, you idly stroked your searing erection. I adore seeing men masturbating or touching themselves so, what you were doing was a big turn on for me. "You look wonderful Matt, I said huskily, sliding my trousers down and letting them fall into a pool of grey material round my feet. I was now just wearing the, what looked like, 'black and white' striped thong. It was fairly full, probably fuller than ideal at the front and was trimmed with some pretty lace. It fitted me snugly and fully covered my small thatch of tawny pubic hairs that, I suddenly thought with relief, I had trimmed just that morning; a premonition maybe? The waist-band was simply a single strand of black, satin covered elastic, which cut into the spare flesh on my upper hips as it made its journey round my body to meet the back of the sexy garment. That was also made from the 'black and pink' striped material which was really strips of see-through, pink, my flesh, and opaque, black lace net. The back, which eventually becomes the gusset, was a nice size. I'm not keen on those thongs that are just the merest slither of material at the back. Not only are they rather uncomfortable between the bum cheeks and don't cover what they are supposed to between my legs, but also I don't think they are as sexy as ones such as this where there is more material. I find it so sexy where that material flares out from the wisp of a waist band, and circumvents the cheeks of a woman's bum, before plunging deep into that crevice between them to then vanish between her legs cuddling her cheeks and soaking up what may dribble from her simply by wearing such lingerie. And when that material is predominantly black and is contrasting so magically with the creamy flesh of her bum it just increases the sexiness exponentially. I looked at you, the term 'rabbit in the headlights' came to mind again as you looked without any hesitation right at my pubis. I held my breasts, loving the feeling of my fingers digging into that sensual flesh and your adoring gaze, arrogant bitch as I can be. I turned so you could see me from behind. "Oh God aunt, Cat, that's fabulous," you groaned as, I saw looking over my shoulder, you started to rub your erection. Turning to face you again I slid my hands into the front of my panties, I touched my mound, my hairs and the dripping mess at the front of my lips, just where they join up, just where my clit is hidden. That made me jerk, so strong was the surge of sexual electricity. "Stop that Matt," I said probably far more sternly that I meant. "What, oh sorry Cat, I wasn't thinking." "Oh it's alright baby," I cooed genuinely. "I love seeing men do that and I want to see you sometime, but not now," I went on as I started to slide the thong down my legs. "Ok, sorry," you whispered huskily, your gaze taking in every millimetre of what I was revealing for you. "You don't have to be sorry Matt. It's just that I don't want you to cum that way." I said pushing them down so that the top of my pubes were revealed. "No, huh, oh, what?" you struggled, clearly half-confused and half- so expectant. "No Matt, not that way, another way," I moaned, now fully turned on as I saw you looking at my pubis. "What other way Cat?" You stammered your hand still running up and down your erection, but now less firmly, even as I slid the 'black and pink striped' material further down my thighs. Further down, revealing more, showing you what you had only ever seen once before and that was me as I masturbated in my bathroom earlier. Yes, that material went further down so that the place where my lips join, the place where my clitoris lurks beneath the folds of pink, petal-like pussy flesh, the place that was a now a soaking mess and the place where I get fucked was exposed to your gaze. Suddenly, finding what had a moment or two ago been an erotic plaything, now a hindrance and a nuisance, I quickly discarded the thong so that I was naked. So that we were both naked, so that, I thought to myself, we were both ready for sex. "Yes Matt," I whispered, running my 0fingertips down my tummy, across my pubic mound, through the patch of hairs and onto the wet and glistening lips of my pussy. "The other way, that's how I want you to cum, that's how I will teach to cum, Matt." "Oh yes, please," you whimpered your hand gripping your cock, hard "I am going to teach to cum baby by fucking me with your big, hard cock right up my hot, wet cunt." **** My mind swam with the wonderful confusion of the incredible position I was in; I had no idea where it would lead and to an extent I didn't care. I was so totally overcome with lust, a lust created by you, a lust increased by me lying naked with my cock rearing hard and proud and my balls full and aching. Every nerve ending in my body was alive to the slightest touch. I couldn't help but stare, and every second that passed my desire to go further grew. I wanted to devour you in every way. I no longer thought of any consequence of what we were doing, you were no longer my aunt. You were female, I was male. You were "ying" and I was fucking "yang". I knew you were enjoying our very dangerous liaison too, I guess maybe I subconsciously wondered how you came to terms ethically with what we were doing but it certainly didn't figure in my priorities of the moment. What did figure was the sight of your slightly wavy, grey blonde hair curling down under your chin, giving a haphazard sweeping direction for my eyes to follow. A path from your sparkling and mischievous eyes, soft but glowing cheeks and slightly parted lips, across your neck to the swell of flesh that became your tits. I stared in lustful wonder at the fullness of your left breast, how gravity took it toward the mattress. The nipple hard and full like an acorn, the skin across and around it taught and crinkled. As I reached forward you backed away from the bed a little and stood, silently gazing at me. I watched, again the voyeur, as you slowly and deliberately hooked your fingers into the waist band of your trousers and eased them over the flair of your hips. Although your trousers were falling, it was a little like a curtain rising before a long awaited show. As they fell to the floor they revealed so much of the stage upon which I was soon to play the most demanding part of my life, a teenage lover to an older woman; total bliss. I let my eyes swiftly make their way up past your knees, over your smooth and nicely toned thighs. I was drawn, so totally and suddenly focused on the small triangle of material between your legs, the light sheer black and pink material, the last piece of material, which was set off in contrast by the paleness of your skin. I couldn't help but stare, I wanted to stare, I was allowed to stare and I stare I did with a total unashamed abandonment. I stared at the way the material was stretched across the fleshy mound above your pubis, the sparse hairs that were just visible through the material. I watched the way the material stretched over and encompassed the fleshy lips of your cunt. If I had a fast forward button I would have gone straight to seeing your womanly body naked, legs open and cunt waiting. You slowly turned in what seemed to be an, almost, choreographed display, a practised move I wondered? And with your back to me I gazed with total lust as you bent slightly forward at the waist, the cheeks of your bum stretching as the muscles tightened, the same with your thighs, becoming taught and accentuating the filled material that was now before my eyes, that small piece of cloth covering the most intimate parts of you. "Stop that Matt," Your words brought me back, I hadn't realised I was openly wanking myself. "What, oh sorry Cat, I wasn't thinking." I felt no embarrassment for what I was doing for I had no control over myself; I was lost in your actions, but your amazing words grabbed my attention. "Oh it's alright baby, I love seeing men do that and I want to see you sometime, but not now." 'She wants to see me wank,' I realised; fucking hell what a blast that would be. I watched transfixed as you slowly inched the thin waist band of your last vestige of modesty over your hips and toward the floor. Centimetre by centimetre the most wonderful sight in the world was being exposed to my virgin eyes. And there it was, your cunt. You had trimmed your hairs so that they hid nothing, not one scrap of that most marvellous and, to me, mysterious place, a woman's cunt, your cunt. I saw the lips glistening with your wetness. It hadn't fully registered with me until that moment that you might be turned on. It hadn't occurred to me that you would be aroused, but then I had no real idea how a woman looked when she was sexually excited and certainly I didn't know just how wet cunt lips get when a woman is in that state. It hit me with a massive realisation that you wanted this and wanted it quite badly, maybe almost as much as I did. No, that wasn't possible, but you clearly were very into what we were doing. My hand, as if with a mind of its own, again found its way to my cock and idly started stroking up and down the long, hard thick shaft. I half took in you saying about teaching me how to "Cum", but became totally aware as you continued with "I am going to teach to cum baby by having you fuck me with your big, hard cock right up my hot, wet cunt." I swallowed hard, as you said "fucking me with your big, hard cock right up my hot wet cunt." I had never heard a woman speak like that, I was amazed and shocked. I immediately grabbed my cock and rubbed it. Those dirty words crashed deep into my brain. My aunt had used fucking, cock and cunt all in one sentence "For now though Matt, I want to show you how to touch me, first my tits and nipples, then my cunt, ok Matt?" "Oh yes, yes..." I must have had a stunned look on my face judging by the smile on yours. "Matt, firstly you must understand that when it comes to sex everything has a proper name, do you understand?" I didn't, I had no idea of what you were talking about so I just shook my head. "Well, in the bedroom my breasts become my tits, not boobs or anything like that they're my tits. So you can hold my tits, squeeze my tits or suck my tits and nipples. Conversely, my pussy or vagina becomes my cunt. I believe as lovers we should call them as they are ok?" "Sort of" I stammered. I had never heard dirty talk before in such a situation, but then I'd never been in such a situation. I was, though, loving the situation and was starting to love the dirty talk as well. I had read about it in some of the magazines and only dreamt that such things happened. If my face was a picture before it must have been a whole gallery now and the look of amusement on yours grew. "Good, so, you will soon touch the wet lips of my cunt, I will hold your cock and wank you. Consider this as a little lesson description ok?" "Yes Cat, so can I touch your tits now please?" I somehow found the pluck to ask. Different Perspectives Ch. 07 This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. * You smiled and with your eyes twinkling you lay down beside me on your back. You reached out and took my hand in yours. "Yes Matt you can touch my tits now," you said quietly. "Firstly Matt, gently feel their weight, they're very sensitive so you don't have to be rough with them." That first touch was electric, the sensation was mesmerising. It was a moment and a feeling that I knew would live with me for ever. **** Adding in the teaching element, made me feel better. Explaining to you how to cup, how to hold, how to stroke, squeeze, pinch and rub my breasts removed some of the guilt. And as you did each of those in turn while we lay side by side on the bed so I became more relaxed about what we were doing. It almost goes without saying that I also became enormously aroused. Anyone doing that to me would have a strong effect, that it was you, my nephew, a teenager who was so naive, inexperienced and sexually immature just increased the impact immensely. I guess, in the end, touching a girl's tits comes naturally to a guy, once his nervousness has gone, and yours went very quickly. I felt, as you rubbed my breasts, as you squeezed them and as you followed my instructions on how to cup them and stroke them, all the lovely sensations I would get with an experienced lover. All the peripheral aspects of what we were doing, simply added to what I was feeling and what you were giving to me. Particularly the way that your gaze alternated between staring at my breasts, ogling the rest of my body and looking into my eyes. That was so a\lluring and exciting. I moaned as I closed my eyes. "Oh yes baby, oh yes Matt, that's lovely." "Is it ok? Am I doing it right?" "Yes darling," I groaned turning and lifting my face towards yours inviting a kiss. "You are doing everything so very right. Yes pinch my nipples." As our mouths met again you did just that. My tits exploded with sensations as I plunged my tongue deep into your mouth. Without thinking or considering the consequences, my hand involuntarily reached out for you. It wasn't far away and was easy to find. I grasped your hard, young cock. It felt lovely. I broke the kiss. "You have a gorgeous cock Matt," I breathed, probably going over the top a little, but that was what I felt. Maybe a little too firmly and possibly a little too quickly you were continuing to work on my breasts, seemingly and naturally I suppose, not knowing where to go or what to do next. "Do I Cat, do I really." "Yes it is awesome, it's big, round hard and thick and I want it to fuck me. Where will you put it?" "I want it up you Cat, I want to put it in you." You said incredibly and hugely arousingly huskily. "Where in me Matt, remember we are in the bedroom, we are on the bed, we are naked and we are having sex. So tell me where." You seemed to take some time plucking up the courage for when you spoke it was so quiet that I hardly heard you say. "Your cunt." "Louder baby, where do you want to put that nice, big cock of yours when you fuck your aunty?" Oh God, even saying that sent shivers of guilt accompanied by shudders of want through me. If they were good, then when you said much louder. "Your cunt Cat, I want to fuck your cunt," I almost started to cum. But I didn't. There was more work to do before that, more teaching, more educating. Still holding you, but only lightly for I could feel the fairly strong throbbing in your cock, I lifted myself up so that my breasts were above your face. "I need to teach you how to use your mouth Matt." The look of shock, pleasure and then anticipation on your face was just reward. That was what this was about, in some ways, wasn't it? I couldn't be having sex with my sister's son merely for my own pleasure, could I? "My mouth?" You asked. "Yes, using your mouth, all of it on my breasts, any girl's breasts, Matt, is wonderful for her and fantastic for the man." "How, we, um er, what, what do mean Cat, how do I do that?" You asked nervously, although you must have been aware the part the man's mouth on the woman's breasts plays in sex. Even you were not that naïve. "Like this," I said holding up my boob and easing it towards your mouth. "Hold it Matt." You did, a little too tightly. "No looser, like you would a bird, strong enough so that it won't escape, but not enough to hurt it," I sighed using a golfing term. "Mmmmm, that's just right, well done, that feels lovely," I praised you, looking into your eyes and smiling. "Now kiss my nipple Matt." "Where, on the big bit or the bit that sticks up." I smiled. "Anywhere baby, it all feels wonderful. That's great." I sighed sincerely. "Now lick it Matt, lick my nipple." You did as I asked and the lovely, slightly rough feeling of your tongues across the pink, rubberyness of my areola and nipple sent shudders through me. I put my hand round your neck and pulled your face more firmly against my tit. "Now darling," I whispered. "Very gently, very carefully take my nipple between your teeth and bite it, but ever so softly. No, careful, easy. Mmmmm lovely. Is that nice for you Matt?" The mumbled "Yes" and the renewed gentle chewing efforts as, at the same time, unasked, you stroked my other breast was great. You learned so quickly. "Nice?" "Oh it's wonderful Cat, it's fantastic," you groaned, continuing to chew and lick my nipple and caress my breasts. "Ok baby, there's one more thing you have to learn about your mouth and my breasts." "Breasts Cat, I thought they were tits in the bedroom?" You said cheekily as your confidence grew. "One more thing about you and my tits then." I replied laughing, giving your impressively sturdy cock a rub. "You have to learn, Matt, how to suck my nipples, just like a baby sucks their mother's teets." The low, almost animalistic moan that slipped from your mouth, which slid from my nipple was, so rewarding. "Oh God yes, aunty, yes." **** Why had I said that? Why had I called you aunty again? It just felt nice. I was feeling odd. I wanted you to be my aunty, my mum's sister, my teacher and leader. I wanted to be your baby, your nephew. **** Was the slip back to aunty intended? Was it a Freudian slip or was it some sort of sub-conscious thing? I had no idea, but hearing it affected me. "You want to suck aunty's titties do you Matt?" "Yes," you breathed. God knows where it came from, but suddenly in my mind I saw my sister Janise's breasts. She has great tits. They are bigger and fuller than mine, yet hardly sag at all. Again with no forethought or planning I blurted out "Will you think they are your mum's tits?" You groaned deeply. Was there something deeply sub-conscious going on now, I wondered? **** Oh God how can she know that, I thought as I sucked your tits? She'll be really pissed at me. She'll know that I really am a pervert if I admit to her that yes in my mind I was sucking my mum's tits. **** "Think of being a baby. Think of what a baby does, think how you have seen a baby at a woman's teets Matt?" I groaned, my hand holding the back of your head pulling it tighter to my breast You moaned again as I watched you take my breast with both hands, with just the right pressure, move your face towards it and then close your lips round the nipple, which was as inflated as I could ever remember it being. "Think of sucking my tits Matt, think of sucking Cat's tits, think of sucking your aunty's tits......" I paused before going on with a phrase that had now become as inevitable as it was outrageous, or was it? "Think of sucking your mum's tits Matt." Your low moan and the jerk of your cock in my hand told me I had struck a chord with you with that remark. **** Why keep on about mum's tits? Why keep asking me? It was true, I was a pervert. Only a perv could think they way I do about their mother. Only a slimeball could think of her naked, could spy on her when she wasn't looking and could imagine sucking her tits, playing with her cunt and fucking her. Only a real sleaze would rummage through the dirty washing basket looking for her panties and bras and then rub them against themselves. Only a total perv would put their mum's panties on and wank in them, once cumming on the lacy thong, which I had to wash and dry with hairdryer. **** God this was turning into the most amazing scenario. Here I was cradling my nephew's face to my naked breasts as I talked to him about sucking his mother's, my sister's, tits. Was I going too far, had it all got out of control? Had the things that happened in the past resurfaced somehow and were now affecting us? Had we lost it? I changed tack, just in case. "Oh Matt that is so, so good," I sighed stroking your neck and back. **** Whilst talking about mum's tits was worrying, but also exciting I was more amazed at how yours felt. I just knew as I sucked and licked them that mum's would feel exactly the same. I was amazed by their texture, the feel of your soft skin against my tongue, your hard erect nipples against my lips. I found it strange the way your soft white skin gave way to the crinkled pinkness of your areola then on to the rubberyness of your nipples. It was one of those magical situations I could have played for hours, sucking, nibbling and rolling your tits over my tongue. The way you cooed, moaned and stroked my head told me you were enjoying it too. "Oh Matt, yes, yes suck them. ... That's it baby, suck aunty's tits ... mmmmm that's good. Now kiss them all around the nipple." As you spoke your breathing was becoming more ragged. "Oh God yes!" I did just as you ordered, covering each breast with soft kisses, and big open mouthed, sucking, licking kisses. As you became more excited so I became bolder, feasting and gorging myself on you, leaving your tits glistening with my saliva. Breaking away I looked at you, your eyes were glazed, your cheeks were flushed and your breath was coming in short gasps. "Was that right Cat, did I do it properly?" I knew the answer but I still wanted to be told. I wanted you to compliment me, I liked hearing that. After a moments hesitation you replied, telling me what I knew. "Yes baby, that was lovely!" Your breathing became steadier, controlled and the flush in your cheeks waned. Placing your hands either side of my face you held me, bringing your lips to mine. As they touched I closed my eyes letting the sensations of your lips against mine wash over me, and as the kiss turned from gentle and tender through to passionate so our tongues danced and played. We'd taken our breather, now the passion built again, the kiss becoming more urgent our need greater. You hadn't touched my cock for some time but it felt like it was on fire, I could feel every bit of skin on my balls, up my engorged shaft and to the soft but ever so tender purple head was stretched tight. I almost understood what they meant by "painfully hard". I don't think my cock had ever been this hard, this thick or this sensitive before. Every so often it brushed against you or the sheets sending little spasms from the tip through the thick shaft to my tight cum filled balls creating little shudders in me. Breaking our kiss you looked deep into my half closed eyes. Your cheeks were again flushed, your eyes wide with the pupils dilated and your breath was landing heavily on me. "Matt, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock in my cunt, I want to feel every inch of your beautiful cock stretching me, filling me. You've made me so wet, but first I want you to touch me. I want to teach you about touching a woman's cunt and making her cum! Do you want that Matt?" I couldn't believe my aunty Cat was being so direct, using those words, yet it was the most sexy, sensual thing I'd ever heard, it wasn't crude or crass, it was the talk of lovers who were comfortably telling each other exactly what they felt and wanted. "Yes Cat, oh yes. I want to touch you, I want to touch your pussy, your cunt. Show me, teach me." It was with wonder that I moved on into this new part of our game. Moving so you were on your back with me laying on my side along side you I felt your left hand reach across you and take my right wrist. Flattening my palm I let you lead my hand in small circles across your tits that had flattened against your chest, my fingers and palms brushing your already distended nipples, round and round before your guidance changed direction and the small circles moved to your soft belly. **** As I lay back, as I felt my breasts sag to either side, as my tummy flattened and as I reached out for your hand, I think I recognised for probably the first time that we had definitely reached that seminal moment, that defining moment, that moment when I knew that we would fuck. That moment when I knew I would fuck you, my sister's son, my eighteen-year-old nephew my teenage lover. I still, though, had no real idea why. I had never had more than a passing fancy for young men; well maybe slightly more than that for one with for whom I didn't pass, I stopped, and had an energetic three week fling, but he was twenty three. Also, ok, you were an attractive looking young guy, with a nice physique and a pleasing manner, but they should have been hardly sufficient attributes to persuade me into the situation we were now in on the bed, naked and caressing each other's most sexually intimate places. I slid your hand downwards. "Can you feel my hairs Matt?" "Oh yes you croaked." I pushed your straightened fingers further so the middle three were near to the front of my lips. "Is it nice?" "Yes," you gasped as I pressed on the back of your fingers thus pushing the tips close to the side, but not touching my clit. My body jerked. "Is it wet, Matt?" "Oh Cat yes, yes it's wet, very wet, it's wonderful." "That's what you have done to me Matt, that's what happens when a man excites a woman. You have made me wet, you have made your aunty wet, very, very wet." "Is that good?" I smiled as I looked at you. I reached out, hooked my hand round the back of your neck and pulled your face towards mine. Just before my opened mouth closed on your lips I whispered. "Oh yes, baby, yes, yes, yes, that is good, very, very good." I moved your fingertips so that they eased into the pink, silky, wet folds at the front of my vagina. I wiggled them around a little. "Oh that feels wonderful," you moaned kissing my chin and running your tongue up and down my neck, even slipping the tip into my ear. 'Fuck, he does learn quick,' I thought pumping your prick, quite forgetting that I could so easily make you cum. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be finding my clit through the fingertips of another, but after some fumbling around in those camouflaging folds I suddenly hit it. My body jerked once then again, then a third time as massive sensations roared through me. "Oh fuck, oh yes," I moaned pushing your hand more firmly onto that stalk that has no other purpose than to provide sexual gratification. I shuddered and writhed with the intensity of the charge of sexual pleasure. "You ok, Cat, is that alright." "Oh yes silly, oh yes baby," I moaned stroking your face. "Do you know what that is?" I asked pressing your fingertips right on it. "Is it, er, um, is it your clit Cat?" "Yes darling," I groaned running your fingers with mine all round and alongside that small, but so exceedingly pleasurable protuberance. "It is the place on a woman that gives the strongest sexual sensations. Rub it slowly and gently, you can feel it can't you?" "Like this? Is this it?" You asked. I didn't need to speak to answer that. Even with your sexual naivety and inexperience, I was quite confident that you would realise the answers to both questions was yes. Is it just male instinct, I wondered, or did you pick things up very quickly? Whatever it was, I was able to take my guiding hand away. It wasn't weren't needed, you didn't need my direction for in moments you were clitorially masturbating me as expertly as that can be done. My reactions to that gave you the answers to those questions. My head went back, my eyes were scrunched closed, my mouth was wide open, I was gasping for breath. I groaned and moaned and made animal like growls from deep in my throat as I arched my back, pushed myself hard against your fingers and opened and closed my legs trying to wring every last bit of pleasure from your fingers. My body shuddered and squirmed as it was racked with a series of tremendous shock waves of arousal. You were giving me an orgasm. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes, oh Matt," I moaned, clamping my thighs round your pleasure giving hand as I wrapped my arms round your neck and kissed you deeply, "You know what you are doing don't you?" I whined. "What?" Was your innocent answer. "You're making me cum and it's wonderful." Different Perspectives Ch. 08 Returning readers know the score, go straight to the story, don't pass Go and certainly don't collect any money! For my new readers, and I hope there are some, please read this intro. This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. Thanks and enjoy Cat **** Oh my god, oh my fucking god!" banged through my brain as I watched your face contort in rapturous pleasure. The kind of pleasure I was learning that was unique, the slow build up to an exquisite and massive release. I was an eager pupil and you were the perfect teacher. I was lost in my thoughts and how you responded, but my mind was swiftly brought back, though to the ministrations you were making on my cock. Gripping hard and wanking me with a wonderful abandon, almost as if that was natural and you were not really thinking about what you were doing.. Your fingers felt light but with a rhythm that had got increasingly erratic as your sexual state intensified. I loved what I felt, how you felt, how I felt, how my cock felt and how you pressed yourself against me. Inserting a finger into you I could feel your cunt quivering against me, the slick wet walls hot and soft. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes, oh Matt" you cried, your eyes wide and staring. I made you cum and I was proud, Fuck!!!! I made you cum, I did that, I felt fucking great! An eighteen year old making an older woman cum! This was awesome! As I touched your sensitive clit you jerked and gripped my hand. "No Matt" you gasped "that gets just a little tender." You smiled and I knew it was alright, I hadn't done anything bad, just unknowingly a little insensitive. As you recovered I thought that figuratively speaking we were leaving Matt the boy behind, Matt the Man was coming through. Matt the lover who wanted to please, who was learning that sexual ego is not built on bragging to his mates about conquests, true ego comes from knowing you have satisfied a woman, that you are considered an accomplished lover... a good fuck. That's what I wanted. Isn't it strange how far you can go in such a short time. Earlier I had seen you masturbate, I had watched your fingers stimulate your clitoris, the same clitoris I had just stimulated, watched as your fingers worked upon the wet lips of your sensitive cunt, the same lips I'd teased and pressed. I'd watched you orgasm, your face contorted in pleasure as the sensations ripped through your beautiful body. Now it was me that was bringing you that pleasure, me that had you gripping at the sheets as your body thrashed on the bed and your cunt spasmed against my questing fingers. And the difference between the two orgasms couldn't have been more pronounced. The first, a spectacle, the second an experience... a great and marvellous experience that was my doing. I had made you cum and cum hard! I felt I had unleashed the raw woman in you, not aunty Cat, not even just Cat, no you had become the wonderful woman in her basest sexual form. There was nothing feminine and dainty about the way you pumped my cock, it was sexually aggressive, an urgent need that was coupled with a desire to have what I could give. I was learning and learning fast! I now knew that I wanted to fuck you, not to just lose my virginity and cum but I wanted to fuck you to see that look on your face again. The look as your eyes widened, your cheeks flushed; hands grasping for me, sheets or anything. That moment where I know you no longer have control... 'That' I thought 'Is real power.' And then suddenly it hit me. It was so clear in my mind, it struck like a thunderbolt of such obvious thought. That's what I was after, that was what I wanted, needed, and was starting to demand. Power. I wanted power. I wanted power over you. Fuck me, how obvious, how natural, how right? But how? How does an eighteen year old kid get that power? Fuck knows, but soon I'm going to find out I resolved. "Matt... Matt... yoohoo Matt" You laughed. "Aye?" I asked, coming back out of Matt's world. You leant into me, racking your fingers down my back and making me shudder, your lips seeking mine in a long tender embrace. This time my tongue was seeking yours as we wrapped ourselves in each other. The sensations going through me were amazing. They were fantastic. Every nerve ending was alive to the touch of your body against me and your fingers softly stroking my so hard cock. At almost every touch I felt it twitch, my balls felt tight and ready to explode. My entire body was so incredibly sensitive. I had never been turned on for so long before. I desperately wanted my own release but at the same time I wanted more. And that was power. I wanted to dominate you, I wanted control, but I wasn't ready for that, well not yet I wasn't. "What do you want Matt?" You asked with a knowing and slightly wicked smile. "I want to fuck you, can I fuck you Cat?" "Yes baby. Of course you can" **** There, I had said it. Agreement had been reached, a pact had been made a compact formed. We were going to fuck. We both wanted that. I had crossed that great beyond, that massive taboo, that enormous conditioning. I had said that you could have me and that we would go all the way and have penetrative sex. I had agreed to your request to commit incest, to have sex with a relative, I had confirmed that you could fuck your aunty. As I lay beside you, my body still tingling from the massive finger induced orgasm you had just given me, I realised things had changed a little. Still holding your throbbing erection and feeling little tremors running through me, I recognised the slight, but significant power shift. I felt that you were ceasing to be the submissive, the led, the pupil. You were flexing your immature, but nevertheless, quite awesome sexual muscles. It was most evident that we had unleashed your innate abilities and added the necessary techniques and confidence to create a youthful powerhouse of raw, straightforward sex. Yes, it seemed clear to me that I had activated the dormant sexual drive that lies in all adolescents and that you were rapidly becoming my sexual equal, you were taking over; it was you who was going to fuck me, not me you. "But Matt," I went on a bit auntyish, "You must remember this is wrong." "No, no," you retorted. "It can't be wrong, it's so wonderful, how can anything so beautiful be wrong?" "Darling," I said, taking your face in my hands, kissing you softly on the lips and smiling. "It is wrong, that's just how it is, life isn't always fair." "Ok," You replied with the sullenness of a teenager as you squeezed my breast with the touch of a mature lover. "And you have to promise me something too." "What? I won't tell anybody." "I know baby, I trust you, I know you won't, but it's something else as well." I replied slowing the pace of my fingers running up and down your so beautifully sturdy shaft. "We can't keep on doing this you know." "What having sex?" "Yes." "Why not?" "You need to find girls nearer your own age." "I don't want them, I want you." "You can't really have me like that baby." "Why not, why can't I?" I saw that this conversation was going nowhere. It was probably the wrong time to have it anyway, I shouldn't have brought up the future when we were still exploring the present. "Never mind, not now baby," I whispered rolling onto my back. "Let's make love now" "Oh yes, yes please," you said so innocently. "Just a second Matt," I said as discretion and good sense for the first time that afternoon entered my head and thinking. "What are you doing, where are you going Cat?" You asked as I eased myself up, my tits wobbling uncontrollably as I crawled across the bed. I reached over the side and found my WAGS oversized handbag. Leaning over the side of the bed rummaging through it, I was presenting a great view of my arse to you. I didn't even think of it until I felt your fingers slipping between my thighs and finding my wetness. 'Fuck he does learn fast,' I thought opening them a little to smooth your way. You pushed a finger up me making me grunt and jerk my body. I found what I was looking for. "Lay on your back, let me put this on." "Oh I see, yes I understand." You said looking a little disappointed. "Have you worn one before?" "Yes a couple of times." "Why?" Looking a little embarrarseed you replied. "To wank with. I smiled. "Well we'll make sure this is put to better use," I said rolling the slightly greasy condom onto your erection. I much prefer bareback, but even with the pill and not for one moment thinking you would have a disease, the point one percent chance of pregnancy was far too high odds. Sara wouldn't take too kindly to having web footed, eleven or twelve fingered brother or sister! I rolled into the middle of the bed forcing your finger out of me. "Did you like doing that to me Matt?" "Yes, it feels lovely." "What touching me does?" "Yes I like the feeling." "The feeling of what, baby?" "The warmth and the wet oh and the smooth, it's lovely." "So Matt, you like feeling your aunty do you? You like putting your fingers up my cunt?" "Oh God yes, yes I do, it's awesome." I wiggled onto my back and laid out straight. I looked you right in the eye. I watched you staring at my thighs as I slowly parted them. "Then my baby, if you like putting your fingers up my cunt you are going to love what we are going to do next." In a croak, your eyes transfixed on the hot, sodden mass of pink wetness between my legs you said. "What's that Cat?" "You are going to adore putting your erection there aren't you Matt? It's what you want isn't it my darling?" "Yes Cat, yes it is." "If you like the feel of my pussy on your fingers Matt, you're going to love the feel on your cock. You are going to love the feel of your cock buried in my cunt aren't you?" **** "If you like the feel of my pussy on your fingers Matt, you're going to love the feel of your cock buried in my cunt aren't you?" I had never in my wildest fantasies or dreams believed sex, or the words a woman uses could be like this. I think if I hadn't cum twice already in the last couple of hours I would have cum there and then at the sound of your passion filled voice and the matter of fact way you described our pending fuck. "Oh god yes Cat, can I fuck you? can I fuck you now? Please!" My voice sounded dry and croaky, well I guess it was because my mouth was dry... very dry! The slow build up was now becoming unbearable. The smell of sex, the smell of your sex increasing my desire. I wanted to fuck you and I wanted to fuck you hard, I was fast losing control and was ready to plunge myself inside you, and give way to my urge to cum. I looked down at you, your hair ruffled across the pillow, your eyes half closed, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly open taking in deep lung-fulls of air. I continued my journey down your body and watched your chest rising and falling, your beautiful tits sagged, just a little to each side of your chest with both puckered nipples standing up like sentries guarding your tits. I wanted to bury my face between them and devour them once more, but managed, just about, to resist. I looked down across your soft pale belly as it drew into your waist and then out to your hips. Then I stared, my eyes fixed upon the junction of your slightly parted thighs. The matted pubic hair coated in the slippery, wet juices oozing from you, your lips glistening in cum and slightly open showing me the entrance to your cunt, the dark hole that was now beckoning my virgin cock. In my young life I had never been so hard, the skin on my cock felt stretched to breaking point, I looked from your cunt to my cock, pre cum oozing into the latex, the smooth end of my helmet a deep angry purple colour, I seemed thicker than I had ever been and maybe even longer. "Yes Matt, yes my darling, fuck me, fuck me now. I want your cock inside me, I want to feel your hard cock in my cunt. I want to feel you spunk inside me.... Fuck me!" I knew I could wait no longer and I knew I didn't have to as I felt your small, cool hand gently grasp my cock and pull me towards your open thighs. As I moved between them I became aware of you widening them further, your knees bending and drawing up and your hand urging me ever nearer. I could almost feel the heat from your cunt, I could certainly see the wetness. Looking into each other's eyes as the tip of my cock touched your lips, we both smiled as if to say 'Everything's alright, everything's going to be great.' I could hardly breath, I thought every part of me was about to explode, every nerve ending tingled and my cock had become incredibly sensitive to your touch. I knew too much would make me lose all control and cum. I was thinking, this is it, this is fucking it. I am going to fuck, I am fucking well going to fuck a female. An older one at that and my fuckling aunt to boot. What a fucking buzz. Goodbye virginity, hello maturity. "Shush baby shush..... put it in slowly," you whispered sensing my urgency to plunge inside. Your hands were resting on my hips your nails digging lightly into the cheeks of my arse. I could feel you quivering beneath me as your fingers applied a little pressure on me coaxing me to enter into you just a little way. **** So we fucked. So we did it. So I let you. Let you? Fuck it, I didn't let, I encouraged you to, coaxed and urged you to fuck me. From a physical aspect or a technical point of view it wasn't much of a fuck. But then why should it be? You had never been anywhere near a woman before, let alone had sex with one. You didn't know what to do, how to please a woman or how to fuck properly. But that was down to me, I was supposed to be the teacher. I had handled that role well so far, but the moment you slid your wonderfully hard cock between my so welcoming lips, that ended. Once you were in me, once you were shagging me, once you had your cock right up my cunt, I could no longer teach you. My mind was fogged, I was simply too aroused, too excited, too into the pleasure that your youthful cock was giving my mature cunt to even think about telling you what to do. I had to leave that to your male instincts. And they didn't do too badly either, I think. But I wasn't sure. I'm afraid I let my own needs take precedence over helping you. Your cock felt great. It was some time since I had been fucked; that's why I was masturbating more frequently. That was probably the reason why you had caught me having sex with myself and was, therefore, a strong influence on us being where we were now; me on my back with you lying between my opened legs and raised knees fucking me. No, the physical side wasn't inevitably that amazing. It was the emotional aspects that blew me away. I was aroused, of course, but then, when you have a man laying on you, his cock buried deep inside you, it's hard not to be, I imagine. It was more than that though. It was so many things. Guilt, adventure, excitement, pleasure, a sense of teaching, new boundaries, pride at having such a youngster wanting me and other emotions that I find hard to describe. It didn't last long and that was fine by me. Although you had fingered me to a big bang just moments ago, I was totally ready to cum again, too ready, I suppose, but then that's what a spasmodic sexual pattern does for a girl. If it had been with an older man, I would have categorised it as a bit of wham, bang, thank you ma'am type of fuck. You slid into me very easily, but then I was so wet I imagine a bloody donkey could have entered me! You didn't do much. You simply eased yourself in when I told you to, pushed until you were in as far as you could go and then pumped yourself a few times. I gasped and groaned, dug my nails into you and kissed your face and neck as my orgasm almost immediately exploded. And that, I think, though I was not sure, was at exactly the same time as you poured your load into the condom. Nothing could have prepared me for the sensations that surged through me as my orgasm erupted. Every part of me seemed to have heightened sensitivity and feelings as my mind and body exploded. I became dizzy, weak and like jelly as the aftermath of cumming hit me. I had no idea that fucking could be so intense and so wonderful. **** It may sound silly, but my first reaction to having a fuck was how easy it was. I had assumed there was some complicated technique, something difficult you had to learn, instructions to follow and procedures to comply with. I had imagined that to actually penetrate a woman there was also some complex physical manoeuvres and movements both the woman, but particularly the man had to follow. I had thought that to get my seven and a bit, and I was very proud of that 'extra bit,' inches of length and two and a half of diameter up a woman would involve more than what it actually did. It was so easy really, duck to water stuff, I thought afterwards. "Stop there," you'd said as the bulbous end of my dick pressed against your slit. 'Oh fuck no, she's not changing her fucking mind is she?' I thought panicking at your instruction. "What, why?" I asked, my mouth by your ear some of your grey/blonde hair getting in my mouth. With an obvious smile in your voice you said. "Just pause a moment, savour it, remember it." Relieved I replied. "Oh yes, yes, I will." Your hands were on my bum loosely gripping the cheeks. "Can you feel your cock against me Matt?" "Yes I can." "Nice?" "It's wonderful," I groaned now just wanting to get on and have my first fuck. "Good, so remember that baby...................." you whispered pausing as you increased the pressure on my buttocks before saying exactly what I wanted you to say. "Now fuck me Matt, fuck aunty Cat." It was so simple, so easy, so straightforward. I just let my body react to the pressure you were applying on my bum and gave a little thrust of my hips. And then I had simply the most amazingly mind blowing experience of my life. My cock slid into you. Fuck I can hardly believe that or say it now. My cock slid up your cunt. My achingly hard cock surged up my aunt's cunt. I was in a woman's cunt, your cunt, I was in you, I was up you, I had penetrated you and I was, I suppose, technically fucking you. Certainly the deep grunt you made, the way your head rolled from side to side as if out of control, how your mouth opened wide and eyes closed tightly, the massive shudder of your body and the way your fingernails dug into my bum all indicated that I was indeed fucking you. It was the feeling on my cock that was incredible, it is hardly describable really. The heat surprised me, the wetness surprised me, the depth of your hole surprised me and marvellously and magically the way the insides of your cunt gripped me not only surprised me, but also blew me away. I didn't move. I just lay there, in you and up you. On top of you, your legs open and knees drawn up my chest squashed against your tits. I was amazed that I didn't hurt you, but it didn't seem to be uncomfortable. You were making low, mewing type noises, like a young animal, low moans and sighs, grunts and groans as you sucked in deep lungfulls of air. Your arms were round me, one hand was stroking my hair the other was gripping my bum, mine just lay on the bed beside you, I didn't know what to do with them. I was in a trancelike state at the fabulous feelings surging through my cock from what your cunt was doing to me. Different Perspectives Ch. 08 "Is that nice baby," you whispered, running your tongue round my ear sending shivers through me as you asked another of those stupid fucking questions. "It's absolutely fucking awesome, it's marvellous," I groaned back. You slightly moved your hips causing your insides to grip me tighter and my cock to move in your pussy. Yet another incredible feeling. "So now Matt," you said. "You had better fuck me properly." I was a bit worried now, after all I thought I was fucking you, but I quickly realised what you meant. I pulled it back a little and then pushed forward loving the low grunt you made and the big jerk of your body. "Oh yes" you gasped. I did it again and got a similar reaction, but this time both your hands gripped me tighter, one on my neck the other on my hip. "Ok?" I asked. 0 I was thrilled when you grabbed my face, turned it and planted kisses all over my mouth as you muttered. "Oh yes, oh yes baby it's wonderful." You jerked your hips again, I did the same. I was back to trying to copy what you did; it seemed to work. I pushed and you sort of went backwards and then as I withdrew a little you came forward. It was like a piston in a cylinder I thought as I thrust harder and then faster. "Yes Matt, yes," you moaned. "Oh fucking hell yes," you groaned as I felt you raising your legs even further and wrapping them round my waist. Somehow my hands found your bum. I gripped it and pulled. That lifted you up a bit and that seemed to improve the angle of my cock in you; it made me able to surge further up you. I was losing control now. I was so very near and I was slamming myself into you, my pubes smashing against the bottom of your cunt my balls smacking against your arse. Then physically and emotionally, all hell broke loose. I was grunting and shouting, gripping your arse and crashing my cock into your cunt. That seemed to be as big as a London tube tunnel and your body seemed like an unbroken colt, bucking and thrusting. I started to cum as you gripped me so hard with both your hands and the muscles up your cunt. That seemed to tell me what to do. Just as I exploded, I surged myself as far up you as I could get and then held it there rigid as the spunk gushed from me into the condom. For what seemed like ages but was probably only a few minutes we lay in each others arms. My face was buried in your neck, loose strands of your hair were in my mouth, my eyes were closed as I took in what we had done. Both of us were catching our breath and enjoying the close sensation of our lover's body on our own. And what an incredible feeling that was. It was totally new to me. To be in the arms of the woman I had just fucked. Fucking hell that was how I was. In the arms of the woman, the older woman, my fucking aunt who I had just fucked. What a fucking scene this was, could there be anything better I wondered as your fingers ran lightly up my back? I was still on top of you, still in you, your legs were still open and your knees were still raised. It was almost as if we were going to fuck again, but not yet, soon though I hoped. You didn't see it, well you couldn't from the way we were positioned, but a big grin spread across my face. Was I man now? I'd lost my virginity and big time hadn't I? And what a fucking brilliant way to lose it. As lost as I was in my own world when I felt my balls tighten and my spunk erupt into the condom, I was still very much aware of your calves pulling me deep into you and your cunt clamping around my cock as you orgasmed. That pleased me more than you would have realised, I felt that in some way I had satisfied you rather than it being a two minute fuck if it even lasted that long. In-fact, I had no idea how long we had fucked, I was caught up in the moment, swept along in the sensations and totally taken by the feelings I experienced. I felt my now soft penis slide out of you. "Matt, you're heavy!" Your voice snapped me back to reality. I raised my self on my elbows allowing you to breathe easier and looked down at you. Your cheeks were flushed and a light sheen of perspiration lay on your forehead and upper lip. You smiled up at me and I smiled back, and for a moment we just stared at each other before you broke the ice by starting to laugh. How did you do that, how did you break what could have been such an awkward moment? It was catching though as I grinned then chuckled with you. "We're so bad Matt" you smiled as you spoke. "But it was so good too" "It was amazing, it was fantastic, it was......." I couldn't find the words. "Yes I get the picture" you replied lightly, shutting me up. "Now get off me, I need a shower and so do you, I'll leave you a towel." Rolling onto my back I quickly pulled the sticky cum filled condom off me and dropped it into the bedside bin with a mental note to flush it down the toilet as soon as I could. Different Perspectives Ch. 09 Returning readers know the score, go straight to the story, don't pass Go and certainly don't collect any money! We're getting there. For my new readers, and I hope there are some, please read this intro. This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. Thanks and enjoy Cat * I got up from the bed probably rather more quickly than was ideal, especially after such a momentous experience for you. I shrugged into the shorty, mid thigh, white silk robe that I had earlier hung on the back of the door in the spare bedroom where we'd had sex. I was feeling terrible. The effects of the wine had worn off and the aftertingles of my orgasm had finished. The enormity of what we, no me really, had done was hitting me and hitting me very hard. How had it come to this? How had my need for sexual experimentation plummeted to the depths where I had to fuck an eighteen year old? I know I had been tempted, but for fuck's sake, surely I should be able to resist a kid, my nephew an adolescent shouldn't I?. What was it? Me showing off, what a woman I am, what a sexual adventurer I can be? Was I so turned on by showing my nephew what a great fuck I was? Or was it the desire to teach you? Come on don't kid yourself, I thought as I stood up. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning." "Oh Cat, no, please?" "Goodnight Matt, I am going." "Please stay, I need to talk." "I don't think you need to, you might want to, but I don't, I can't," I said rather snottily, showing the pedantic side of my nature as far as the use of words is concerned. "What do you mean, can't?" "You wouldn't understand." "I might, why not try me?" "I don't want to," I said, pulling the robe tighter round me, forgetting that the thin silk would cling to my breasts, emphasising their size and showing the bumps of my nipples.. "Please?" "Oh for Christ's sake Matt, leave it." "No, I don't want to leave it. Why should I?" "Look, I'm tired, I've been half pissed, I've had several orgasms and I've been fucked. I need to go to bed." "Can I come with you?" "No, go to your own room." "I'm not tired." "Oh for fuck's sake, stop acting like a child." I stormed out and went to my room and shut the door. I showered, quickly, locking the en-suite bathroom door. Why? I didn't know, it just seemed the thing to do, after what had happened earlier that had been the start of all this. As I dried myself, I looked at the place on the floor where I had lain earlier. The spot where I had sunk to the ground, naked, my hands urgently exploring my body, my fingers attacking and stimulating my breasts, my nipples, my thighs, my lips, my clit and my cunt. I looked at the area where I had fucked myself as you looked on. I stared at it visualising the sight you had that had triggered the remarkable events of the afternoon and evening. Bollocks, I thought, if I had resisted then, I would not be in the emotional pickle I'm now in. Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, I thought, feeling in the cold light of day slightly put out with my privacy so invaded. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I muttered, wandering into my bedroom naked. As I got into bed it felt as if I had a massive cloud hanging over me. I got up, went to the wardrobe and rummaged around in the drawers for something to sleep in. God knows why, but for some reason, nudity seemed inappropriate. But equally, so did the frilly, lacy, revealing nightdresses. I found a pair of thin, cotton, sleeping shorts and a singlet, a bit like a man's vest, and slipped those on, the vest outside the pants, not tucked in. Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, I sighed wondering how the hell I would cope. Shit, shit, shit, shit I thought wondering how I could be in the flat with you alone, wondering how I would be when I saw my sister and how I'd feel seeing my prick of a brother. I reserved the cunt, cunt, fucking cunt for when I thought how the hell would I cope with being here with you and Sara? I heard you moving around downstairs, modern apartments, even expensive ones aren't very well insulated. I could hear music, probably you were playing the stereo. No, more likely the TV, your music is so awful and loud, I thought feeling old at the fact I can't appreciate the music you and Sara like. I can fuck him, but can't like his music, I mused. I flipped the TV on. It was that awful, sodding thing, Big Brother, it matched the sound from downstairs, you were watching that. Bloody kid, I thought, now quite strongly regretting what I had done. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. First, my mind was in a whirl. So much, guilt, so much remorse. So much fear, so many what ifs. What if, your mum and dad found out, you were mouthy as most kids, especially young blokes are, or Sara heard about it? Oh shit, I said out loud as the other reason I couldn't sleep became more apparent, the loudness of the TV. Are all fucking teenagers deaf, I wondered, getting up? "Matt would you turn the TV down please, I'm trying to sleep," I said walking to the top of the open staircase. The apartment is very open plan. Basically one large room, about 45 by 30 feet with, as the architects love to call them, separate 'areas.' Dining one end, seating around a fire place the other. Two alcoves, one a kitchen 'area' and the other, the smaller one, the 'study' area. The mezzanine upstairs sleeping 'area' was about two thirds the area of the downstairs. Here there wasn't 'areas, but rooms, the master bedroom and two more smaller ones each about the same size. There was a twelve stair staircase linking the two, so the link from one to other is easy. This split level is replicated on the balconies which run almost all the way round the apartment, or duplex as it is now called. I couldn't believe what I saw. You were lying on the six-seater sofa, naked. There were several bottles of beer on the floor and you were smoking; and they were my fucking fags as well. "What?" You slurred. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Nothing." "What you mean nothing, you idiot." Sounding like Kevin Kline in A Fish Called Wanda, you said. "Don't call me an idiot." I was too pissed off to be discrete. "You are an idiot and acting like one, smoking and drinking in my lounge." "Stop it, Cat." "What do you mean, telling me to stop it, it's my fucking apartment you're trashing" "I'm not trashing it." "Well you're acting like a spoiled child." As I walked down the stairs you stood up. "I'm not a child." "You are, you're just a kid," I snarled, a little cruelly, but then it was true. "I wasn't a kid just now was I?" "When?" I asked. I started to tidy up forgetting what I was wearing, the short shorts and vest and, more to the point, what I wasn't wearing, a bra. As I bent forward and reached out to pick up the bottles, ash tray and newspaper, my tits were all over the place and the front of the vest was gaping alarmingly. "When I fucked you," was your surprising reply. "I wasn't a kid when I fucked you and made you cum was I?" You went on the booze obviously giving you confidence. "Don't." I said "Don't what?" "Talk about that," I said, taking all the debris into the 'kitchen area.' "Why not, I want to talk about it," you said following me into the kitchen. I shoved the bottles and ashtray remnants into the bin and turned to look at you. I was furious. But when I saw you I was also shocked, it hadn't really registered that you were naked. And it hadn't registered at all that you were semi-erect and getting harder. "You must never talk about it, I never want to hear it mentioned again," I said going to walk past you out of the kitchen. As I went past you, you grabbed my arm. "Let go." "No," you said grabbing both my arms and turning me towards you. "I want to kiss you." I struggled and broke one arm away. "No Matt, you can't." "Why not?" "It's over, what we did is done." You grabbed me again and pulled me against you. Your cock was now rigid, fuck I thought, the stamina of youth, wouldn't it be nice to have one of these a couple of days a month for all night shagging? "Let go." "No, I want you." "Well you can't have me now." "When then? When can I have you again?" You said pushing your cock hard against the cotton shorts and my soft tummy making me think I might give in and say 'Right now baby, the cock feeling so tempting against me.' "Never. That was it Matt." "Never? You mean we aren't going to do it again?" You held me tighter, I started to struggle. "No Matt, we aren't." "We are?" You said crushing me against you and grabbing hold of my bum. "Let me go," I growled struggling and half breaking away, but not before you reached out and got hold of my boob. I squirmed and broke your contact with my tit, but you held onto the vest. "Stop it Matt, this is crazy, you're acting like a kid." "It's not crazy and don't call me a kid." "Matt you are a kid," I said pulling away, but being restrained by your grip on the material of the vest. "I'm old enough to fuck you and make you cum so I am not a kid," you said pulling the vest. You stretched it very tightly across my boobs and the top of it was pulled down so that my nipples were almost showing. You saw that and pulled harder on the top so that the neckline slid further down and my tits popped out, completely. That broke your concentration and I got away. "Now stop it," I said, starting to walk out of the kitchen area. You came up behind me and grabbed me again. I squirmed free, now a little scared. I started to run; my plan was to go to my room and lock the door. You grabbed me by the waist with one hand and the hair with the other. I struggled and got into the main part of the lounge with you holding me. I thought I would get away, but I was wrong, for I slipped and fell to the ground on my front. You fell with me pulling my hair quite hard and gripping my bum with your other hand. "Let me go," I moaned feeling trapped. "No," you said squeezing my bum. "Matt this is madness." "You keep saying that," you snarled yanking my hair and taking hold of the waistband of the shorts. "It wasn't madness on the patio or in the bed was it." "That was different." "No it wasn't." "It was, now let me go," I said wriggling to get away. "Shut up," you said pulling hard on my hair. "You struggle any more and I'll pull your fucking hair out by the roots." You gave it another strong yank making me cry out in pain. At the same time you pulled my shorts half-way down my thighs. "Stop it, right now." "Why, if I don't you gonna tell my mum are you?" "Don't be daft, no of course not." "Right of course you can't," you said sliding your hand between my thighs. "You can't tell anyone can you, not them, your precious fucking daughter or even the police, can you?" You wiggled your hand so that you got your fingers onto my lips and pulled hard on my hair again. "Can you .....aunty?" That realisation hit me strongly. It made me start to cry. "And that aunty is why you are going to let me fuck you again isn't it?" You said trying to prise my legs apart. **** Fuck I was angry, really fucking angry! How dare you, how fucking dare you I thought as you mocked me and chastised me. Treating me like an eleven year old. I wasn't eleven years old and although in many ways I was a young eighteen year old and maybe not as mature as a twenty something I was still mature enough to have fucked you. And you were quite happy to have had me buried "balls deep" in your cunt. I knew I'd overstepped the mark with the fags and beer but the 'punishment' didn't fit the crime, I was now nothing more than just an excuse for your regrets and embarrassment, if you had regrets about what we'd done, tough shit. You'd had plenty of time to say "No" I thought. And besides, you didn't even have the decency to stop and talk to me after you'd come down from your orgasm, just a dismissive air that might just as well have said "Fuck off Matt, I've had what I wanted so screw you now." I'd wanted to talk, needed to talk, for Christ's sake I'd just lost my virginity to my aunt! And as sexy and as good as it had been, you were still my aunt! And so now I had you, I was physically stronger, and "just a kid" as you put it. I was also enjoying the power I had over you. I was enjoying dominating and sort of controlling you, laying half on top of you and restricting you. It was all exciting and enjoyable. I felt the adrenalin rushing as I became more stimulated and I felt the blood rush to my cock as my erection reared up to it fullest. I actually felt great as I also realised that you couldn't tell anyone what we'd done, I'd be blameless and if needs be I'd say you "came onto me". But I think we both knew that it wasn't going to come to that. "And that aunty is why you're going to let me fuck you again isn't it?" I snarled as I forced my self between your legs. I knew I had you, I knew there was nothing you could do and I knew I was going to fuck you, whether you liked it or not was not overly a concern. I didn't have any particular desire to hurt you but I was in control now and I was going to going to make you realise I was no kid, or idiot. "Get off, please get off me," you said sounding infuriatingly calm. There were tears in your eyes as my hand held your head still by the hair curled in my grip. "No aunt I'm not, I'm no kid, I'm no idiot," I snarled. I was blisteringly hard and I managed to shove my cock between your closed legs in the general direction of your cunt. I pulled the thin piece of material of the shorts to one side; I now had you totally at my mercy. "No Matt. No, please don't. I'm sorry," you moaned, sounding as if the futility of the situation was hitting home to you. You were pinned to the floor by my body, your tits were jiggling above the material from which they'd escaped. Fuck they looked great sticking out from that vest. I bent my head forward, closing my lips around the coral pink saucer surrounding the now soft bud I sucked firmly, my tongue roughly swirling the small piece of rapidly hardening flesh, drawing your nipple against my teeth before biting gently on it. As gentle as the bite was it was enough to elicit a small yelp from you but it still didn't stop the thickening of your nipple and the puckering of the surrounding skin against my lips and tongue. Your cries for release fell on deaf ears as I turned my attention to the other nipple. "Look how you've taught me Cat" I half sneered, deliberately using your name this time. "See, I can make your nipples hard, maybe I can make your cunt wet, shall we see?" "Matt, no! This has gone far enough! Please stop, you can't, we can't!" Your face was flushed from the exertion of trying to dislodge me, tears filled your eyes but lust filled mine and it was the lust that was in control now. With a deft wiggle of my hips and slight guidance with my hand I positioned my cock along the lips of your cunt and felt them part as I did so. Drawing my hips back slightly I was able to position my cock along the cleft of your lips and then push forward letting it rub over your clitoris. The heat from your cunt told me this wasn't all so bad for you, your natural urges belied your tearful protests. And besides, before I fucked you I had every intention of licking your sweet cunt and seeing just how far I could stick my tongue inside you! **** I was scared, in fact I was terrified. I had never been raped or even come near it. I had often thought that many 'date rapes' were the equal fault of the girl. After all, if she lets a guy undress her or goes to his bedroom and then says 'no' she is pushing things isn't she? I had always believed that she's certainly on rather dodgy ground to be in an undressed state, change her mind and amend her 'probable yes' to a 'definite no.' But here was I, in a pair of brief, sleeping shorts and a revealing vest having had three hours of increasingly torrid sex with a guy, doing just that. I was saying no, when a yes was what he expected and what the situation probably implied. It was only as I realised that his superior strength meant I could not escape or stop him when he pulled my shorts to one side that it hit me that, 'no really should be no.' I didn't want forced sex. I didn't want Matt to have his uninvited way. I didn't want to have sex against my will, I didn't want an uninvited fuck. No I didn't want my eighteen-year-old nephew raping me. Even as I realised that, I felt him pressing his fully erect cock against my lips. And as I realised that, I wondered at his recovery powers, was this the fourth or fifth time? "No Matt, don't." "Shut up Cat, it's too late." "It isn't, just stop now and we'll forget all about it. "Bollocks, what's there to forget?" "This, you forcing yourself." I heard him snigger. "So who you gonna tell, the fucking police? They'd jail you first." "I doubt it." "I'd tell them you came onto me." "You bastard," I moaned realising the futility of my position. "Shut up," you said pulling hard on my hair. "You struggle any more and I'll pull your fucking hair out." You gave it another strong yank to emphasise the point. That made me cry out in pain. At the same time you forced my shorts further down with your knee. "Stop it, right now." "Why, if I don't you gonna tell the police are you?" "Don't be daft, no of course not." "Right of course you can't," you said sliding yours hand between my thighs. "You can't tell anyone can you, not them, your precious fucking daughter, mum or dad or anyone, can you? You wiggled your hand so that you got yours fingers onto my lips. "Can you .....slut. My aunty slut, that's what you are? Only a slut would fuck her nephew, a kid like me." That realisation hit me strongly. It made me start to cry. I also wondered where did such a young person find such terms? Maybe that was exactly what I was, a slut! "And that is why you are going to let me fuck you again isn't it?" You said, showing some tortuous logic that I didn't understand as you tried to force my legs apart. You got your knee inside mine and pushed my leg with that and pulled the other with your hand. I couldn't stop them opening, you was just too strong. The shorts were drawn tightly round my legs at the knees and they prevented you pushing my legs completely open. "Matt, this is rape. Stop." "It isn't rape, you want it really," you said pushing me half on to my side. The neck of the vest was now caught under my boobs almost supporting them. You grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard. That made me yelp. "See look at your fucking nipples, they're like rocks. What's that all about?" "I don't know," I whimpered as you squeezed and pinched them. You still had your knee pushing my right leg open, but you were now almost lying on my back. Your cock was pressed securely against the back of my left, upper thigh and the left cheek of my bum. I was helpless. I felt your hand between my legs, probing and searching and finding my wetness. "You dirty fucking bitch," you snarled pulling my hair and shoving what must have been three fingers in me. "Don't," I moaned knowing full well what you were going to say next. But you surprised me by saying nothing. Instead, I felt your full weight on me, your chest on my back. Your stomach on my buttocks, your legs against mine, your cock on my bum. Different Perspectives Ch. 09 I started to struggle again, for oddly I had forgotten to do that for a while. Why? I had no idea. "Get off, you bastard," I mumbled, wriggling my bum and trying to close my legs. The pain was awful as you pulled my hair very hard and dug your fingernails into the soft flesh on the side of my left breast, which was squashed against the floor. Holding my left tit, sticking your fingernails into the flesh on the side and pulling my hair so that my neck was bent and my head was held up off the floor you wiggled yourself downwards a little. Down so that you was lying completely between my legs, Down so that your cock slid off my bum. Down so that it was also between my legs and down so that you was able to press its bulbous head right on my lips. You moved your hand from my breast and I thought I might have a chance of escaping, but your hold on my hair was too tight; any movement of mine was met by a yank from you, which felt as if the hair might come out by the roots. I couldn't move, I couldn't escape I could do nothing but groan with frustration as unhindered you slid the head of your cock between my lips. "No, no Matt, stop," I said. "Shut up," you said. "You know you want it. Sluts like you, old sluts always want it from young guys like me." You suddenly pressed your finger right against my anus. Not in it, not yet, but on it, right on where I got most sensation. You wiggled it, you probed around the entrance, you opened it bit, anally caressing me with surprising gentleness. I realised that you must have wetted your finger with my female excretions. 'Where the fuck did he learn this?' I found myself thinking. Lots of things this afternoon and evening had shown that you learned quickly but this, well? As you did that with the bulbous knob of your cock snug between my lips, I had the traumatic experience of feeling my hips moving, they were pumping slightly. My body was going out of control, it was letting me down and betraying me. It was going out of sync with my mind, my need for sexual pleasure was overcoming my desire to control my destiny. My sexual needs were dominating my sense of safety and female protocol. I tried to fight those desires, to stop them, to make my common sense and female intuition override what my body was starting to demand. But to my complete frustration I felt my lips quivering, possibly even with a vibration that the end of your erection would feel. And to even more frustration and embarrassment I could feel myself starting to squirm. I began to breath harder, my mouth was open, my eyes closed, my head may even have started to roll from side to side a little. My body, my wanton needs, my female demands were winning. My motherly, my mature, my older woman concerns were losing, they were in free fall. "Oh fuck, oh shit," I groaned. "I said shut up slut," you said pushing the head of your cock a little further, but still not right in me. Just far enough to open and stretch my lips and put pressure on my clit. It was gloriously awful, wantonly wonderful and sordidly extraordinarily sexy. ""Say it Cat." "Say what?" "Tell me slut what you want." "I want to get up, for you to stop." "Tell the truth," you snarled yanking my hair." "I am." You pulled it again. "Come on slut tell the truth." "I am, I want you to stop," I moaned, my mind telling the truth, but my body making its point by making me push against you. "You don't." "I do." "That's bollocks you bitch." "It isn't," you growled this time banging my head on the floor. It hurt. This was awful. How had I gone from being 'darling aunty' to 'slut, bitch and cow' in such a short time? How had we gone from making wonderful love to rape? Where was the tenderness, the education, the adventure the learning? Or were they all the same thing? Was sex just that, pleasure, excitement and fulfilment? I now had no fucking idea. You had now stopped digging your fingernails into the fleshy side of my boob. You had slid your hand under it and cupped the orb. You were not hurting it, I suddenly realised. No, you were now caressing it and worse, I was pushing back against it. I must have lifted up, unknowingly to let you do that. Shit, I didn't even remember doing it!! "Come on aunty slut," you sneered. "Say it." "Say what?" "What you want? What all sluts want, especially old sluts like you." Everything was now closing in on me. My resistance was wilting, and rapidly, my desire to stop you forcing yourself on me was being overcome by my need for sexual satisfaction. Pleasure was becoming preferable to discretion. Suddenly it hit me. Suddenly I had to acknowledge it. Suddenly the force, the pain, the hurting, the insults and the abuse all seemed to fuse together into one package of sensations, feelings and emotions. I realised I wanted to be fucked. I wanted my nephew to force himself on me, to take me against my will, to forcibly fuck me. Perhaps it was a defence mechanism against recognising that I had seduced you earlier? You must have picked up my signals or something. "Say it, cow, tell me bitch. Explain what a slut like you, my fucking nympho of a bitch of an aunt wants her nephew to do to her." As you said that you squeezed my tit, pulled my hair and sort of shook your cock against me. ""Say it. Tell me, say it. Tell me what you want," you went on, cruelly, almost, but also wonderfully pinching my nipple. I knew I was lost, all desire to stop you had gone. Everything was now dominated by my need for pleasure and excitement. God what a slut I really was I realised as I softly moaned. "I want you to fuck me Matt." "Louder," say it louder." "I want you to fuck me," I moaned a little louder." "Shout it slut, tell me what my slut wants. Tell me that you are my slut." "I am your slut, your slut aunt," I groaned loudly. "And what does my slut aunt want her nephew to do to her?" "I want to be fucked Matt, I want you to fuck me. To fuck your slut aunt." "Beg me." "I am Matt," I groaned pushing my breast against your hand and squirming my pussy on your prick." "More." "Please Matt, please fuck me, please fuck your aunty. Please make me cum. Please fuck me Matt." Different Perspectives Ch. 10 Returning readers know the score, go straight to the story, don't pass Go and certainly don't collect any money! We're getting there. For my new readers, and I hope there are some, please read this intro. This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone. Thanks and enjoy Cat * Even to my untrained youthful eyes I could see you'd become aroused. Your words belied your voice and body; whilst you complained and protested so the movement of your hips and the lack of conviction in your voice told me more than you could have realised. I wasn't into rape, I didn't want to hurt you, well not badly but I did want to be forceful, I did want to be in control. I wanted to fuck you and fuck you hard, I wanted to degrade you, see you as a slut, a whore that was totally absorbed with cock. I wanted to see my aunt turn from being a moral icon to a cock loving bitch. I wanted to hold you down whilst your body spasmed in orgasm on my cock. I was too lost in the moment to slow down, to become gentle. Besides, this wasn't about gentle, this was about your sopping, dripping cunt taking every inch of my iron hard cock and about you doing anything I wanted. "Please Matt, please fuck me, please fuck your aunty. Please Matt make me, your slut aunt cum. Please fuck me Matt." I smiled, I had you where I wanted you. I was in control, I was controlling you, the nephew was controlling the aunty the pupil the teacher! "And you're going to do anything I want aren't you?......... "Aren't you!!!!!!" I shouted to your silence. "Fuck me, please fuck me" your reply was not what I wanted to hear. "I said, you slut, you're going to do anything I want aren't you?" I pulled harder on your hair making your body push against me, my cock wedged snugly against the wet lips of your cunt and the sensitive nub of your clitoris. I sensed it was pleasure and pain mixed that you felt. "Interesting" I thought. But I had other plans, I was in charge and I wanted it to stay that way. "Yes, yes Matt. Do whatever you want" your breath was rasping, "Make me your slut". "You are and I will" I grunted. With my face inches from yours I moved my lips and kissed you hard, without tenderness, just with a raw passion that I wanted to satiate. The force of the kiss and the strength of my tongue against yours took you by surprise and made you gasp, especially as my fingers pinched your left nipple hard at the same time. I broke the kiss leaving our lips almost touching and looked you straight in the eyes. I could see in them your need and desire to be fucked. "You're going to do at anytime anything I want, firstly you are going to suck my cock you whore" I kept my voice even and calm, you couldn't move with me on top of you but my slow grinding of my hips ensured my almost painfully hard cock continued to agitate your sensitive cunt. "No Matt, please don't do that, fuck me but not that please" your eyes were imploring but I was getting far too much pleasure out of dominating you. Taking a firmer grip of your hair I snarled, "No you dirty bitch, I know you love this, you love being a dirty slut and you are going to suck my cock AREN'T you?" Another pinch of your nipple, combined with your head pulled firmly against the floor by your hair and a thrust of my hips against your cunt seemed to get the message through. I wanted to make you totally submissive to me and with a defeated "Yes" from you I knew I had achieved it. In a swift movement I moved from between your thighs to straddling your chest with my knees under your armpits. My cock hard and glistening along the underside, the wetness from your aroused cunt, the bulbous helmet smooth and an "angry" purple colour in a stark contrast from the paler skin of my shaft. All in all it was an imposing site as it bobbed a couple of inches above your lips. My left hand was still entwined in your hair, gripping it on the crown of your head. "Aunty is going to suck my cock, now open your mouth and take it!" I was trembling with excitement as I said those words and looked down at you. I could hardly believe I was saying them. I had no idea where they came from; I hadn't really thought about them and I certainly hadn't planned them, but as I said them, they made me feel good, in fact they made me feel fucking great. Your eyes switched from looking at my cock to my eyes and then back again before hesitatingly your lips parted and with your tongue protruding you tentatively touched the end of my cock with the tip of your tongue. **** I didn't really want to suck your cock. I was far too disorientated and aroused for performing fellatio. Truly good oral need calmness, patience, gentleness and tenderness. I didn't have any of those attributes lying there, on the floor, still partially dressed having been totally and utterly demeaned and abused both physically and emotionally. On top of that I had nearly been raped. The terrifying truth of the situation was that I was enjoying it. Every aspect of it. I had enjoyed you being forceful, enjoyed you hurting me by pinching me too hard and pulling my hair. Enjoyed you forcing me into the most degrading positions, lying on my front, my shorts round my knees, my vest pulled down my chest, my pussy and tits on display. Enjoyed you calling me your slut and treating me like that, for that was what I was, I realised. Lying there totally under your control, I suddenly had some clarity of thought. I was a slut. I was a dirty bitch, a filthy, wanton cow. Alright, I complied with social conventions most of the time, but directly circumstances allowed, my true morals prevailed. That's why I had been masturbating in my shower, that's why I had led you on, that's why I had been thrilled by seeing your erection and that is why I had fucked you in the first place. It was also why my heart pounded when you called me names and took control and that was why I had and would again now, commit incest with my nephew. I was being punished for what I was. Yes, deep down and when the situation was appropriate, I reverted to my real self. A slut, a dirty, no moraled, filthy bitch. Lying there dominated by you, I realised that in some ways I always had been. From losing my virginity, to being promiscuous at uni. From when I was attracted to women, which started in my own bedroom at home with my sister, your mother. From the times I had cheated on lovers and the ways that when 'in love' I was up for anything. And it was due to this spasmodic history of sluttiness that made me know I was going to suck your young cock until I made it cum then let you shoot your spunk wherever you wanted. It was also why when you had said, 'You are going to suck my cock aren't you?" I had said, "Yes." And I meant it. I wanted to suck your youthfully virile cock, to give you pleasure, to obey you and be under your control. More of the slut came out in me by saying that 'yes,' for I revelled in the additional thought of being a mature, experienced MILF or was I a cougar, I wondered quite forgetting the difference. I thrilled at the idea of being willing to do anything you wanted. God what a total slut I thought. As I licked your entire length I wondered where you would want to cum; on my face, my bum, my tits, my hair or in my mouth. I didn't mind, all were available to you, but then they should be with a slut like your aunty shouldn't they? With you straddling my chest, the cheeks of your tight arse squashing my tits, your erection was vertical. From the position I was in, that meant I could lick up and down its length, but little else, so I grabbed it. God it felt wonderful. "Oh Matt, you are so hard, so quickly," I groaned pulling it almost horizontal and lifting my head. "You like it, you like young cock do you?" "Yes," I breathed licking its slightly wet tip. "Old sluts always want young cock and you are no exception, are you aunty?" "No," I whimpered, half excited, but half ashamed at the realisation and at your words. I put my lips round the big bulge at the end of your cock. It was hot and smooth, it was also damp. I took it further in and then started rhythmically sucking it in as far as it would go and almost taking it out. I was providing you with a surrogate cunt and you responded by meeting my rhythm with your hips. You started to fuck my face and I revelled in the sheer decadence of the situation. I had read about deep throating, but couldn't really work out what it involved so I could only take about half your glorious length into my mouth. As you fucked my face, so you talked to me. I couldn't of course reply, but that didn't matter. The combination of: the sheer sordidness of our position on the floor of my lounge, me as good as naked, you completely nude, you dominating and demeaning me, me sucking your cock, you fucking my face and the commentary you were making was awesome. "Suck my cock, bitch." "I am going to cum all over you." "You are such a dirty bitch, a fucking whore really." "Old sluts like you want young cock, you're like a bitch in heat for my cock aren't you?" "You like fucking kids don't you? I'm too old really, I bet you'd like a younger one wouldn't you?" "Only dirty bitches like you commit incest." "I bet you fuck women as well don't you?" I didn't answer. "Don't you? Answer me cow." I looked up. "You like sex with women don't you?" I didn't reply, "Don't you," you went on tugging my hair. I continued sucking, hoping you would change tack. That was a forlorn hope. As with most men when they get a hint of girl on girl action their interest hits fever pitch. You shook my head and pinched and turned my nipple, very hard. I took your, now pulsating cock nearly out of my mouth to murmur. "Yes." "I knew it. Filthy old cows like you like women, you fucking lesbian," you snarled ramming your cock deep into my mouth making me gag. We restarted the rhythm of you fucking my face and talking. "You must have fucked loads of women, haven't you? Nod or shake your head." I shook it. "Four or more?" I lied, by shaking my head. "Three?" I nodded, now stopping taking your cock right in and instead focusing on the bulge on the end and using the tip of my tongue on the hole. "Oh fuck that's good, that's really good," you moaned. "So you've fucked three women have you?" I nodded. "Liking women and incest, I bet you've fucked your precious daughter, haven't you?" That was too far, I went to take you out and started protesting, but you grabbed my hair and shoved yourself right back in me. "And I bet you and mum have fucked haven't you?" I managed to shake my head, but it was a shake without conviction. "I bet you would like to, though, she's got big tits like you, I've seen them." We were now well back into the rhythm and I could feel you were getting near. "Where do you want to cum Matt? On my tits, my face or in my mouth?" **** I didn't know where I wanted to cum, I just knew I was on that wonderful journey that ends with my balls contracting and a myriad of explosions rocking from my groin through my hips and then deep on into my torso. Somewhere in the distance my mind was evaluating what was happening and what had happened. "Fuck!" It was a far away thought but nevertheless it was there "Fuck! This is my aunty, this is aunt Catherine, she loves it! She's a slut a total slut for sex!" I didn't really understand how a woman could seem to be respectable, yet have so few morals as far as sex was concerned. I hadn't really got into the concept of 'A lady in the drawing room, a whore in the bedroom.' My next words were just an echo of my thoughts. "You love this." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. "You really love this!" These weren't sexual words like I'd fired at you before, they were, I guess, more of a "Boom" realisation. That moment of pure clarity when you see things as they really are. "You are actually a slut, a sexual whore who loves cock! Aren't you? Tell me!" "Yes," you gulped. Your eyes didn't leave my cock for a second as you continued to lick along its underside whilst your right hand rhythmically worked up and down the smooth blood filled shaft. The tingling sensations, as your tongue slid along my young cock, were like small electric shocks. My cock glistened in the soft light from the wet coating of your saliva. "Yes, you're a slut, a slut for cock. My slut aunt." As I said those words, your eyes at last raised to meet mine. You managed to mumble something, I made you repeat it. "You don't understand Matt." "What don't I understand?" "How people can be different when aroused and in a sexual situation to how they normally are," you said pausing, but still holding my cock prfessed against your lower lip. You went on. "Look at yourself and see how you have changed." With so little experience I couldn't get my head round the fact that 'grown ups' could be so proper and self-righteous in normal, non-sexual situations, yet be so squalid in the bedroom. How they could have standards and morals when dressed and be so base when naked and having sex. I didn't understand the 'whys and wherefores,' but I was beginning to see that it was the case and that made me think 'Fuck she's right, I'm not like this normally, it's just 'cos I'm aroused.' Bloddy hell this growing up lark is fucking complicated isn't it? By leaning back and slightly to my left, I found I could keep my cock hovering and bobbing over your lips whilst my right hand stroked effortlessly over your bristled pubic mound. Your pussy lips parted easily as my fingers moved towards your most private of places. The heat and wetness of your cunt was testimony to how much you loved being subjugated, dominated and the truth of the slut you were revealed so graphically. As my second and third fingers found your sopping wetness, so I curled them in, and with one flowing movement sunk them into you right up to my knuckles. Immediately I felt your hips rise to meet me. I pushed them further and the heel of my palm pressed against your clit bringing an instant groan from you. I pressed harder, you pushed back more firmly and groaned more deeply. "You like that Cat?" I asked forgetting the slut thing and instead feeling a surge of tenderness towards you. Your answer was to take the bulbous head of my cock deep into your inviting mouth. I could feel your tongue rap itself around my shaft as your hand pumped harder and faster. It was fucking awesom "Oh fuck yes. Don't stop, please, please don't stop!" All thoughts of the 'game' of domination had gone, all pretence that I was controlling you had vanished. There was now only one thing directing and controlling you and that was the same thing which was doing that to me, lust and sexual desire. I certainly wanted more of that as I strongly suspected you did as well. I was getting the message, understanding the rules, actually realising there are no rules. Well not between a couple when they are fucking. It was anything goes, the wild west comes to the bedroom. Oh my fucking lord was I enjoying becoming an adult. The tips of my fingers stroked the spongelike, soft front wall of your wet cunt, the movement of your hips causing my fingers to slide in and out in a fucking motion. I probed and delved as your pubic bone gyrated against my palm, teasing and working against your clit. More moans came from you, which, together with the flow of warm wetness coming from your cunt, told me you were very close! That really pleased and thrilled me. That I, a mere kid, could force myself on you with such a strong effect that not only had I managed to get you to accept me near raping you, but also I was near to making you cum for the umpteenth time. We were so in this together, that at that moment I fell in love with you. "Oh Cat, I love this, I love you," I moaned softly stroking your face. It was with a slight slurp and a throaty voice that you quietly said "You haven't told me where!" "Huh?" I was slightly lost in the sensations that were roaring through me. Also the way my mind had changed direction and how I was focused on 'being in love' confused me. "Where do you want to cum?" You reminded me, bringing me back to earth as you continued. " Shall I make you cum on my tits? Over my face? Or in my mouth?" There was a mischievous sparkle in your eyes as you asked the question. A sparkle that said you were now in control, but that no longer mattered for it was our bodily needs that were the real controller. The tightness in my balls increased a notch at hearing you talk about where I should cum, my breathing was ragged and I was so close and god it felt good what you were doing to me. "Your tits, I want to cum on your tits **** As I wanked you, as you plundered my cunt, as I sucked you and as you mentally and physically abused me, my mind was in a complete whirl. On one level it was in sync with my body; totally aroused. Yet on another, it was still evaluating and analysing just what was going on, what had been going on during this amazing afternoon and now evening and what was likely to go on later. The mood changes amazed me. From you naiveness and shyness at first, through your inquisitiveness to you acceptance stage, thyen on to your dominance and now to a feeling of partnership. That we had gone beyond all reasonable boundaries of sex, there was no doubt. It was the why that was the question? Sure, I liked sex, but I had never gone this far. Sure, I was prepared to extend the boundaries of my sexual thinking and experiences, but I hadn't realised I would be breaking down so many boundaries yet alone so many taboos. Yes, I'd had slight submissive tendencies before, but never to the point where I wanted to be as abused, demeaned, degraded and downright emotionally trodden on as I had with you. And all this was with a kid, my nephew, my sister's son who I had cradled as a baby and had seen grow up. Was that why? Was it because I was the experienced one, the person supposedly directing events, the leader and the teacher? Was that why I had gone this far? Was there some perverse logic that changed me from being in control to being totally under your control? Was there something that happened when I had got what I wanted, seducing you, that made me then want to compensate by submitting myself to your wants? Fuck knows. I couldn't help asking myself, though, was that why I had done all these things with you and were still doing them? Was that why I was lying on my lounge floor, my sleeping vest and shorts still on my body, but pulled down and to one side so that all my womanly places were exposed and available to you, as I sucked your cock and rode on the three or four fingers you had wedged up my cunt? Were these all the reasons or part of the main reason? Were they? Or are they just excuses, not reasons? Was the main reason that simply I was a slut? A slag with no real, other than social conditioning, standards and morals? Or maybe I was a truly sexually liberated female, at least in the privacy of my home in the company of an eighteen year old? Maybe I truly did embrace the 'lady in the drawing room the slut in the bedroom' concept. Fuck me it was complicated. As I sucked your cock I momentarily forgot who you were, I forgot who I was, I forgot about our relationship, your tit of a father and my sister. All that mattered was us, our bodies and most critically the cock that was in my mouth; everything else seemed to fade into irrelevance compared to that. Different Perspectives Ch. 10 I put all the rationale and analysis to one side and instead concentrated on the now, the you, the me, the us, your cock and my cunt. That was my world, it was our world, that was all that existed, mattered or was of concern. Nothing else. Just you, me, us, my cunt and your cock. What a world? What more was necessary to a slut who lusted for cock and lived for her cunt to be satisfied? Alternatively what more could the 'slut in the bedroom' want?' I was in turn sucking and then rubbing your, what was to me, imperious cock. I had never had a cock like it. It wasn't its size, although in length and girth it was more than adequate in fact, with both it was impressive, it was its amazing ability to reharden so quickly after cumming. Ladies and even sluts, approaching middle age, should be careful with young men, they could lead to heart attacks. As I licked the damp glistening end tasting your precum, I almost giggled, perhaps teen boy's cocks should be stamped with a health warning like ciggy packs "Fucking with this can seriously damage your health" maybe. I also thought that might be the reason why we wrinklies aren't supposed to fuck with young guys. It hit me like a bolt from the blue, it's not to protect them, it's for us old biddies. If we were allowed to shag young blokes regularly the middle age female population might be decimated. You were ready now. Slobbering over this shaft of such pleasure all thought of reprimanding gone, you pushed deeply to the back of my throat, I made love to it. I rubbed it all over my face, I licked it, I kissed, sucked and gently chewed it. I had fallen in love with it. Was that possible? A grown woman falling in love with a kid's prick? I just could not get enough of it. I squeezed it between my hands, rubbed it against my neck, my collar bones, my chin, my lips and the cheeks of my face I pressed it against my tits and each nipple. I put it between my tits and squashed them round it and I wrapped my hair round it, holding that as you thrust against it. 'He's fucking my hair,' I thought, wrapping more of it round you. God this was so sensual, so erotic and so fucking horny. I had lost all control, nothing other than my, your and our sexual pleasure mattered. As much as I was being affected by your cock, I was also being stimulated by your words. Where the fuck, I thought, does a kid like him get even an appreciation of being dominant and submissive, of demeaning and abusing, controlling and directing? How does a virgin pick up on the nuances and subtlety of the more sophisticated aspects of sex? As you age, sex becomes more, much more than just a fuck. I mean if a woman averages sex, say three point five times a week i.e. every other day, from the age of eighteen to forty she will have been fucked over four thousand times. There's only so many variations on a fuck, so we look for other things. To get to that point after one fuck is nothing short of incredible, I thought. I also realised the mood between us had changed. It was gentler, less abusive and more tender. We had peaked with our dom/fem 'game' and were now back to normality. You were stroking my hair, not yanking it, caressing my nipples not pinching them and stroking my breasts not squeezing them. Your fingers up me were considerately probing as you learned about the innermost cavities of a cunt, they were no longer thrusting painfully against my tender insides. We had started to make love. It was certainly a million miles from forced sex, eons away from dominant sex and a distance apart from seduction by me or abuse my you. "I love you" I heard your groan. I knew that in many ways that was bad news, but it was not an issue I could cope with now. I had other things on my mind. I was cumming all the time, both from the physical stimulation you were providing on my pussy and breasts and from the mental stimulation of your words, the sordidness of our position on the floor of the lounge and the decadence of me fucking you, committing incest with you and wanting more. It was also coming from the way we were now 'making love.' Jesus what a fucking mess. I was a slut, of that I was now convinced, but a part time one, I smiled. But was I that different to many others? I had felt bad when I first had sex with another girl, but then, after doing it and listening, talking, reading and checking it in books and later, many years later, on the net, I found I was not that unusual, well not in having sex with another female I wasn't. I guess the fact that the female was my sister, your mother, sort of complicated matters, but then sisterly love and all that is not that uncommon, I think I have read somewhere. It was quite amazing just how much thinking I was able to do whilst, at the same time, enjoying you finger fucking my cunt, having an orgasm, wanking you and adoring your cock all over my body. Women certainly can multi-task when they want to. "You adorable boy," I mumbled in between taking mouthfuls of your cock. "You amazing lover," I groaned thrusting myself harder against your fingers. "Yes," you grunted back, "I'm just what you want and need aren't I?" "Oh yes, yes, Matt," I moaned. "You want a stud that can fuck all night don't you?" "Yes." "A kid that can cum again and again." "Yes." "And you are exactly what I want Cat?" "Am I?" "Yes I want to have you all the time, to fuck you and make love to you all the time," you groaned?" "Matt, I want to cum, cum with me. Oh shit" I mouthed as you rammed more fingers inside me, temporarily I hoped breaking the tender mood. 'Is he trying to fist me?' I wondered? It hurt, but it thrilled me, pain, lust and pleasure combined. "You like that do you, four fingers up your cunt and my thumb on your clit? You like me making finger love to your cunt do you Cat?" I moaned, part in pleasure, but part in frustration at enjoying my degradation by a 'mere child' so much. The truth, which I didn't want to verbalise to him, was that 'Yes Matt, I liked it very much, very much indeed.' "You really are a dirty, fucking whore aren't you?" I nearly tried a joke for I thought of saying 'What you are getting is free buster, whores charge" but thought better of it. "Yes, Matt," I moaned kissing your cock, I am." "But not really Cat. You're not really like that are you, just with me, just when you are with a man?" you whispered showing an insightfulness so far beyond your years that I felt myself welling up. Lying there, with your fingers up my cunt, alternating your delicious cock between my mouth, face and tits, I revelled in the fact that you realised the situation, that you understood the difference between the 'dining and the bed room and that you were starting to learn the 'rules of the game of sex.' And if you did, as I most certainly did then, then those rules were saying one thing right at the moment, 'Fuckingwell get on with it.' I wiggled down a bit. Still with you astride my chest I positioned your cock so the end of it was just lower than my tits, which were I noticed without your legs pressing against them, sagging rather alarmingly to either side. Reaching up and holding your cock with my right hand, oddly the only one I can masturbate a man with, I pressed the inside of that arm against my right tit. I did the same with my left arm, but cupped your balls with my hand. With both arms pushing my boobs inwards they looked respectably pert, well as pert as C going on D cup sized tits can, and created a deep cleavage "So you want to cum on my breasts, do you Matt? On your aunty's tits?" "Yes," you grunted, now having forgotten or given up on giving me pleasure for my cunt was frustratingly empty. "On my big titties, that's where you want to cum, isn't it? "Yes, on your soft, lovely tits." I began the slower, longer movements that are usually the precedent to ejaculation. You were grunting and thrusting back in my hand, fucking it as you had fucked my face and my cunt and as I now knew you would fuck me many more times in the future. I scratched my finger nail across the slightly puckered skin of your tight balls. "Nice?" I asked. "Mmmm, fucking lovely." "Are you ready Matt?" "Nearly yes?" "Ready to cum on my tits?" "Yes?" "Have you imagined cumming on a girl's tits as you have jacked off?" I asked feeling the throbbing increasing in your cock. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was open as I rubbed my finger all round your balls, between your legs, onto that patch of skin between your balls and bum crease and slightly into that. "Oooooo, oh my God," you groaned as I touched, but quickly removed my finger from your anus, thinking 'That's for another day.' "So have you?" "Have I what?" You answered rather harshly. "Wanked, thinking about cumming on a girl's tits?" "Yes." "What girl?" "Any girl?" "Me?" "Yes." "Your mum?" No answer, but instead a deep moan as you started to cum. "Have you?" I persisted, squeezing the end of your cock stopping the eruption. Another groan. "Well Matt?" "I can't." "You can." "I want to cum, let me cum." "On my tits?" "Yes on your fucking tits." "Just like you have imagined cumming on your mum's tits." You thrust hard against my hand in an effort to break free and ejaculate. I wouldn't let you. "Let me cum." "Cum then Matt," I said loosening my grip and loving the gush of cum that shot from your young cock. "But not on my tits." "What, er, what?" you asked streaming your spunk over and between both my pushed together tits. "You arent' cumming on aunty's tits Matt are you?" A deep growl. "Are you?" I asked as a splash of sperm hit my cheek. "No, Cat, I'm not." As the stream of sperm stopped and with me still holding your amazing cock, I asked softly. "So where did you cum in your mind, Matt." You didn't reply. I rubbed your, slightly, softening cock. "Where did you cum, baby." "I can't, you'll hate me, you'll think I'm a real perve." After what we, or more to the point I, had done today that seemed so incongruous. It made me smile. "I won't Matt, remember things are so different in the bedroom when having sex to at any other time." That seemed to get through to you. You seemed to relax a little. You sighed as I whispered. "Come on darling tell me." "Tell you what Cat?" "Whose tits did you cum on Matt?" "On my mum's tits, that's where I shot my stuff." "There baby that wasn't too bad was it?" "No, no it was ok," you whispered. "And you want to fuck her, don't you?" "Yes," you sighed, a tear starting in your eye as you fell forward onto my body, "I want to fuck my mum."