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In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 01

By: Catmoore



How a woman, me, is in awe of her 18 year old nephew.

*

As the final waves of the self-induced orgasm crashed over me I clicked the mouse and the PC screen went blank. 

Other than removing my finger from the mouse I didn't move. I remained exactly as I had been as I'd climaxed. Laid back in the leather office chair in front of the glass topped desk, one of my hands was still cupping one of my full breasts the other was between my legs. I also didn't adjust my clothing. The tracky top remained undone, I wasn't wearing a bra. The lycra gym pants, with the elasticised waist, were left around my ankles and the pretty, pale blue, lacy panties stayed half way down my thighs. 

As I lay there, so the feelings and emotions that were becoming quite familiar filled my mind. There was the thrill of "talking" to an almost total stranger in a chat room; the arousal as he became more and more intimate and the excitement as I felt myself responding. There were doubts, of course, but the intensity of a man saying such stirring things to me was such a turn on. The release I gained when my hands roamed my body and the satisfaction when I brought myself to a climax were always awesome. But after, there was always the guilt and the remorse, the feeling that I'd demeaned myself. Demeaned myself with the man but more so to myself. They were particularly strong today for the man I'd cybered with was still in his teens. True his late ones for he was over eighteen, but still young enough to be my son and, worryingly in some ways, I found that added to the thrill.

As I at last moved somewhat reluctantly from the chair and rearranged my clothing so the reconciliation and justification began. It was my enormous sexual frustration that caused this, or so I figured. The frustration brought about by the lack of sex between me and Richard, my corporate lawyer husband. The frustration caused by him seemingly having lost his sex drive. He blamed that on the murderous hours and demanding travelling that the job required. He was rarely at home before eight or nine in the evenings, often had papers to read when he got home and one week in four was spent at the firm's New York office. As a result, sex seemed to happen pretty much only when we went away for the occasional weekend or when we had holidays which, nowadays, as Richard fought hard for his partnership, were few and far between. Richard more and more needed something other than my body to get him going. He seemed to have lost interest in that in most ways apart from photographing it and that had became a key part of our sex life; in some ways I often pondered that was our sex life.

When I thought back to the early days of our marriage I realised, that compared to many, we were not that active and were certainly far from adventurous even then. But Richard was a very conventional man and I came from a solid middle class English background. Such things were just not talked about. I admitted freely that other than in the bedroom our marriage was fine. He was an excellent provider, a caring father to our two children and really a good friend to me. That was significant and has become more so as we passed the ten then the fifteen and now the twentieth anniversaries of our nuptials, he was my friend, not my lover! He was generous, not that I needed that for I have my own money, generally very caring and considerate and never questioned what I did with my time or what I spent on clothes or the house in St Albans, which he knew I hated.

All in all it was an ok marriage, certainly from the outside looking in. We were, I suppose, rich, had a huge, albeit an ugly Victorian pile of house that had been in Richard's family since it was built, god knows why, a son of eighteen and a girl of sixteen both of whom had gained entry to good public schools where they boarded, another aspect of our marriage with which I was not happy, but was powerless to change. We attended grand functions through Richards work, ate at the very best London restaurants and when we travelled it was usually at least business if not first class and we stayed in the top hotels. We generally got on well, rarely rowed and certainly in public gave the appearance of being the perfect couple.

But the lack of sexual action was becoming wearing. To be truthful it had been getting to me for several years now and it was beginning to tell. I was permanently frustrated. Frustrated to the point that some days I walked around like a dog in heat and often found myself masturbating two or three times a day. Hence, the chat rooms. Finding those a couple of years ago had been a godsend to me, and may well have to date saved the marriage. It was a new way of giving vent to my sexual needs without recourse to having an affair. But as time went on I wasn't at all sure that I wouldn't succumb to accepting one of my chat pal's invitations to meet and to having another affair. The sexual pressure and the loneliness were becoming so strong that I was afraid that if the right man came along, as he had just on four years ago when I'd had my only affair, I'd start another relationship. But they were so messy. The lies and excuses, the pretence and the subterfuge had so messed up my mind that I had nearly had a nervous breakdown. I felt that the pleasure and excitement I'd gained wasn't worth the constant guilt and worrying. That's why I was at present fighting hard against giving in again.

The chat rooms, though, had influenced me in other ways for they'd opened my mind up a lot. They had given me a different perspective on sex, introduced me to the erotic and I admit to porn and filth. They had shown me that there were so many people out there with fetishes, with differing sexualities and a really deep interest in an amazingly wide range of variations on the common theme of sex. Until the chat rooms I had no idea just what a huge part sex played in so many peoples' lives and was, I realised with a jolt, beginning to play in mine.

It wasn't just chat rooms although they certainly played a part in me finding a determination a year or so ago to do more with my life. I'd taken up tennis again and had started having golf lessons. I'd toyed with salsa or ballroom dancing but steered away from them in fear of what my reactions might be when in a man's arms being held close to him. 

I'd taken a big plunge though by going into business and I'd started a food shop and posh café in Harpenden just outside London to the north. Although it never really made much money it was a great outlet for me for it gave me another interest. Organising and managing and using my mind to overcome problems had been a great stimulus and had given me a very strong feeling of independence, it also really helped my self-esteem, which had taken something of a battering recently. It was there that I met Amanda with whom I quickly became good friends. It was so good that Amanda would pop in most days for a coffee, so good that now and then we'd have a drink or dinner together, so good that she, a very good golfer, gave me a few lessons. It was so good that slowly Amanda seduced me.

We both knew it couldn't last, but we both enjoyed it. Amanda was by her own admission, "probably b-sexual" but I had never been with another woman. I have to admit, though, that I was a willing 'seducee' and during the affair an avid participant. That was how my excursions into chat rooms and the subsequent email exchanges had enlightened me, opened up my mind and made me receptive to her advances. I wanted to experiment, push out the boundaries and try new experiences. Amanda gave me those opportunities. Our affair petered out after a couple of months when she moved to inner London, but we keep in touch are aware that one day we will probably end up in bed again. 

The short bi affair, apart from opening up my sexuality, also seemed to give me more confidence. I felt more empowered and liberated and my views on self gender sex and erotic matters in general widened very significantly. That, together with my chat room activity really changed me to the point that sometimes I felt that I was beginning to live purely for sex.

"The fucking trouble is though," I often muttered to myself, "is that I don't get any."

Pulling up my loose gym pants and panties I went into my bedroom and showered. As I ran the soap over my, what I knew was still a nicely rounded body, I thought about the eighteen year old boy with whom I'd just masturbated. I'd seen his lean, youthful muscular body on his cam and I had visualised myself crushed against it. I'd seen him cum and then watched in amazement how within fifteen minutes he was hard again. Hard enough for us to play out a scenario in which we pretended to have sex. Well really we did have sex only it was of the very modern electronic kind called cybersex.

I'd been using chat rooms as a masturbation tool for a while now, after all it's much more exciting to type to or, better still see on cam the man I am pretending to fuck than laying on my bed with my eyes closed trying to visualise it. I was beginning to lose count of the number of times and the number of men and since Amanda women with whom I'd "cybered." It was starting to worry me that I was losing control. But did it really matter I pondered as I walked naked into our large bedroom? "So what if I fuck half of America via a screen?" I reasoned, "I'm not hurting anyone and quite frankly I enjoy and more importantly need it."

"Hello Cat."

"Phil, how are you?" I asked down the phone to my sister Phillipa, who lived in Canada.

Phillipa said."I've got a favour to ask Cat?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well Glenn's coming to London for one semester as part of his degree course and I wondered if he could stay with you. It's only for six weeks or so?"

"Of course he can, he'll be most welcome but you know that the kids are both away at school so it'll be pretty boring for him."

"He's there to work hon not have fun," Phillipa laughed.

"When's he arrive?"

"Actually it's all rather sudden and he'll be there in two weeks.

"He's at uni? I'd never have thought he was old enough," Richard said when I told him my nephew would be staying with us for a while.

"He was eighteen earlier this year, don't you remember?"

*

I hadn't seen Glen since I had visited Vancouver some five years ago. In my mind, as I waited at Heathrow for him to clear customs, it was a young teenager who I imagined would emerge through the glass sliding doors. I knew, of course, that he wouldn't look as I recalled him, but I was absolutely amazed to see the tall, blonde haired, ruggedly handsome young man walking towards me smiling. 

"Hi there how are you?" He asked with the typical North American confidence bending down and pecking my on the cheek. "Thanks for coming out to get me."

I never find meeting strangers that easy and although he was my nephew I didn't really know him having only ever met him on two occasions. I hadn't, therefore, been looking forward to the journey or having him stay with us come to that. He was, though surprisingly easy to chat with and unlike many people asked lots of questions. The journey in the Rangerover from Heathrow to St Albans passed amazingly quickly and I was surprised to be turning into our driveway so soon. 

He settled in to the household very quickly and easily. He was intelligent, polite and considerate always willing to help with setting and clearing the table, making his own bed and keeping his room spotlessly clean and impeccably tidy. He was interested in everything that was going on and asked lots of questions about London and life in the UK, about our lifestyle, Richard's job and my business that was now being run by a full time manager. They weren't prying or nosy questions, but ones that created conversations and enabled him and me, and Richard to a lesser extent, get to know each other.

Glenn didn't start the course until four days after he arrived so I showed him around London. We developed an easygoing relationship. Our senses of humour were similar and it wasn't long before he was gently taking the micky out of me and before we developed our own in jokes. Things like intentionally calling my aunt when others could hear.

"Don't do that," I said the first time he'd said it putting on a jokingly stern voice. "It makes me feel old."

"Well if I don't they might think I'm your toyboy," he joked back saying exactly what I had been thinking about people who saw us together.

The "aunty and toyboy" theme became our in joke and cropped up quite regularly over the two days sightseeing. At times, though I felt a little uncomfortable when out with him. Particularly in restaurants or when we had a drink in a bar or pub. I felt that others would be looking at us and thinking that he really was my toyboy and this made me feel embarrassed. It also made me feel rather guilty, but I couldn't put my finger on the reason for that.

The truth of the matter was that as Glenn looked older than eighteen and could quite easily be taken for twenty five or so, and as I have been blessed with looking younger than my thirty nine years at the time, at a quick glance anyone would probably have taken us to be a couple.

"He seems to be a really nice lad," Richard said as we finished dinner at nine thirty a few evenings later. Glenn had eaten with us, but had excused himself to go to his room to study and have an early night.

"Big day tomorrow, start of my course and I'd better be really up for it" he'd said giving me a peck on the cheek and shaking hands with Richard as had become the custom.

"Yes he is very nice and intelligent and so considerate as well," I replied as I cleared away the dishes, noting that Richard didn't help. 

As Richard looked over some work papers, as he did every evening we were in and alone, I watched a little TV and then logged on to my laptop. I checked my "proper" e-mail account and then making sure I'd hear if he came out of the kitchen I opened up the one I used for my chat room contacts. There were several new mails that I flicked through noting the usual sexy and rather crude manner of writing and then I opened up the one I'd been hoping for from iloveolderwomen2000. It was the young guy that I'd been chatting to recently and with whom I'd masturbated several times. He wrote well and expressed himself clearly. Unlike many I had corresponded with he had the knack of being graphic and open with his writing producing a highly erotic narrative yet not sounding crude or too basic.

I never ceased to amaze myself at how nowadays I could read the most intimate of phrases and not feel put off or offended. Sentiments such as 'Cat I so want to fuck you' or 'I want to lick your ass until I make you cum' would previously have appalled me, but now if reasonably well crafted simply excited me. 

The mail from Jason was exciting me. Reading him describe what he'd done as we'd chatted was arousing me. But then I thought any woman who'd become a chat room aficionado couldn't fail to be aroused by passages such as:

"I was naked and rigidly hard at the mere thought of caressing those beautiful big breasts that I've only seen in that topless bathing photo. I was stunningly hard, almost frighteningly so. For that's what you did to me. What you did by telling me I'd aroused you, by explaining that you were getting "warm and tingly." The mere thought Cat of me being able to make you feel like that so got to me. You know because I told you that it got to me so much I had to touch that hardness you'd created. Touch it, feel it and bare it. But as I bared it for me and for you my lovely I knew that I would have to be naked. Completely nude as I would be were I with you. And that's how I was even before I mentioned it , I hope you understand Cat that as we simply discussed how I've always been attracted to older women that I was sitting before my PC naked and so strainingly hard for you jacking off."

Or.

"Oh Cat the feel of myself in my hand as you told me to imagine that was your pussy. Your wet pussy you said. Your wet and throbbing pussy. Yes the feel was sublime. Outstanding. It was as if my hand was your pussy and my fingers your lips that were gripping me. Yes the palm of my hand that I was thrusting into became your cunt Cat so I was fucking your cunt."

And

"And when you told me that your top was undone, that your nipples were achingly hard and you were pinching them imagining it was my teeth I thought I would explode. As you described the way you stroked your breasts and slid your fingers down your loose gym pants. As you told me that those pants were being pushed down. As you said your pale blue, lacy panties were down your thighs. As you told me all that and as you described how you were starting to cum I did explode. I exploded with such a force. So powerful an ejaculation. In my mind my sexy darling I was cumming in you. It wasn't my hand pumping my cock but you Cat. Yes as I came so strongly I was shooting the spunk from my cock right up your hot, wet, ready cunt."

Reading those words from the young man I'd cybered with aroused me. My frustration hit me, it began to boil up.

"I'm going up," I said poking my head into the kitchen. "Will you be long?"

"No I shouldn't be, just ten minutes or so."

I went upstairs and Richard finished reading the document that he'd be negotiating tomorrow. I heard him locking up, switching off the lights and climbing up the stairs that he'd descended at five thirty this morning. I was already in bed when he came into the bedroom. The room was lit only by the low wattage bulb in his bedside table lamp. He quietly undressed.

"It's ok darling there's no need to be quiet I'm not asleep," I said as, naked, he lifted the bedclothes and slipped into bed. I cuddled up to him. There was little response. He didn't reach out for me. He didn't turn towards me or cup a breast as he used to. I pressed my 36 C/D cup boobs into his back, put my hand on his chest and started running it downwards. I badly needed sex.

"Cat I'm sorry, I'm beat," he said. "I was up at five this morning and I've got to be up at five tomorrow. Night love." 

That infuriated me, I hate being rejected and felt that he could at least have given my a quick finger fuck. I threw the bedclothes back and jumped out. "Fuck you Richard and fuck your fucking job," I shouted, forgetting Glen was in the house. 

"Oh come on Cat don't be like that," he replied sitting up, looking at me and seeing that I was wearing a black lacy thong. It was a particularly sexy one that I sometimes keep on in bed knowing that it turned him on, well used to. 

"Don't be like that? I shouted back at him. "I'll be like I want to be. You never feel like it, you're always too fucking tired or too fucking busy."

"Please Cat," he replied with the infuriating measured way of lawyers when arguing. "You have to understand, I'm in the middle of one of the biggest deals we've ever done and tomorrow there's a crucial meeting and on top of that please don't shout we do have a house guest you know."

That got me even madder. "There always seems to be something........And don't be so fucking supercilious" I snorted walking to my closet and pulling out a silk robe.

I went to my study. I was shaking partly with temper, partly from the cruel rejection and partly from the sheer arousal over what I was about to do. I logged on. I checked my business e-mails and then my other ones. Nothing. The house was quiet. Richard wasn't coming after me as part of me had hoped. As I logged onto messenger and several names lit up indicating we were online I felt pleased he hadn't.

"Hi Jason," I typed.

"Oh God Cat I'm so pleased you're there, How are you?"

"Like shit actually."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"Husband trouble?"

"Yes."

"Hmmmm he's such a stupid jerk you know if you don't mind me saying."


In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 01



"That's ok, I agree lol."

"So bloody daft to not make love to you properly so that I can electronically."

"Can you Jason?"

"Yes if you want me to. Do you?"

"You want me to be honest Jason?"

"Of course I do."

"OK. Right at this moment I want nothing more in the world than to be fucked. Is that honest enough for you?"

"Perfectly, love, what are you wearing?" He asked as his totally naked form came up on my screen. 

As usual seeing his gorgeously, youthful tanned and toned body and his delicious, mouthwateringly big, hard cock made me shudder with desire and expectation.

It didn't take long. But then it rarely did on here nowadays. The robe came open but wasn't removed just in case Richard came down. I didn't even take the thong off, there was no need. But my hands were not at all restricted and almost greedily I followed Jason's directives.

"Cup those lovely, big tits for me Cat."

"Squeeze them and roll them together."

"Pinch your nipples, pull them and twist them just as I would with my teeth if I was there."

"Slide one hand over your panties. Are we wet?"

"Yes very."

"Rub yourself there for me. Rub yourself right on that lovely clit that one day I want to chew for you."

"OK Cat, now inside those lovely little black panties. Slip your hand in for me and imagine its my cock in there with you. Now one hand on your tits and the other on your cunt make yourself cum as I am going to do."

"Yes Jason make me cum, please make me cum." I moaned as I watched him pump himself faster and faster. 

The feelings welled up more and more and as I watched him throw his head back and with one final thrust spurt his cum all over his flat belly, up his body and onto his chest; there was so much. I came at the same time, heavily and strongly.

As the final waves of the self-induced orgasm washed over me, I clicked the mouse button and the screen went blank. 

*

"Was there a problem last night Cat?" Glenn politely enquired when he got back from college the next day. "I heard some shouting and you going downstairs."

"Oh just Richard and me having our regular row."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Married couples do you know."

"Yeah mum and dad really get going now and then but they make up quickly. We can hear that."

"How?"

He looked at my smiling as he raised his eyebrows and said. "By the bed creaking."

I laughed. "Well I doubt you'll hear us make up."

Just then there was a ring on the bell and a dozen red roses arrived. "The note said "Check yr e-mails." For one awfully scary moment I thought that somehow Jason or one of my other web admirers had found my address. Realising with relief that was impossible I opened up my business mail and there was one from Richard.

"Darling. Again I am so, so sorry. Keep Friday night free for dinner a deux at the Ivy." I wasn't that impressed but at least he'd tried I thought. And dinner at the Ivy the most prestigious and booked up restaurant in London was some achievement suggesting he, or more likely his stuck up PA had made an effort.

The feeling as Richard's penis sunk into me that night was almost as if I was having sex for the first time. As he'd turned me onto my side and pressed his erection against me, I had quickly thought. "When was the last time?" I realised that it was over six weeks. His hands were squeezing my breasts and he was sucking and chewing my nipples as the delicious feelings of being filled swept over me. His cock was now pounding in and out of me as we both rushed towards our climaxes.

It was the third time he'd made me cum. The first was with his fingers after he'd coaxed me into kissing and cuddling him. The second was with his mouth as I sat open legged on the edge of the bed squeezing my own breasts with Richard knelt between them sucking and licking my pussy. That was so wet and throbbing that it needed only the slightest amount of licking for me to start all over again. That night, unlike the previous one I didn't sleep in the spare room, but in my husband's arms; I was in love again.

"It's just totally unavoidable I'm afraid" Richard said on the phone at around three on the Friday afternoon. "Take Glenn it'll be an insight to a side of London few see" he'd suggested.

I was bloody mad, but could understand it for in the heady world of corporate finance the clients and the deal was everything. The thinking was you get paid so much that you have to accept the inconvenience. And on top of that he had made love to me the other night and I was still in the afterglow of that

"Wow," Glenn said when I called him on his mobile and told him.

Although I felt a little embarrassed at the thought of going to a restaurant like the Ivy with a man that everyone might think was my toyboy, the idea of an evening out at a top place like that chatting to him was appealing, so I spent the rest of the late afternoon and evening getting ready.

"Wow," was the term that Glenn again used when I came downstairs to join him for a drink before the car would pick us up at 7.30 for the hour or so drive to the West End. 

"You look fantastic, an absolute knock out" He gushed as his eyes roamed over me making me feel a little uncomfortable, but at the same time pleased that I was still able to impress a young man. I was wearing a simple black, sheath dress. It was tight all over and the thin, silky material moulded itself to my body accentuating my curves. It was high at the neck and the skirt ended a couple of inches above my knees. I was wearing the black hold-ups I had bought specially to excite and thank Richard for the night out and very high heels. My ash or champagne blonde hair tumbled onto my shoulders and having just been blow dried was nicely puffed and full. I felt good and Glenn's remarks confirmed that to me.

I needn't have worried about being an older woman with a younger man for there were several couples like that in the Ivy. In fact hardly any of the pairings seemed to of the same age for there were numerous older guys with young women as well. 

We had a superb meal and drank two bottles of wine. As surreptitiously as possible we looked around to see if there were any stars in the restaurant, for it is famous for that, but could only see a couple of minor celebrities, and a footballer who I recognised, but couldn't name, a couple of soap characters and one film star. Overall, we had a thoroughly good time. As we left we had to fight our way through the paparazzi, who always guard the restaurant in search of photos of stars. Just in case we were famous they snapped away at us making us giggle. As we posed for the paparazzi Glenn slid his arm round my wais and lightly squeezed my hip. He kept it there as we walked to the waiting car supplied by Richard's firm. 

"You silly bugger" I said. "Posing us like that?"

"Just a laugh Aunty," he replied slurring a little.

"It was fun though wasn't it?" I responded looking up at him. He was sitting in the middle of the seat, his leg pressed against mine, thus pushing me into the corner of the Mercedes. His arm was draped along the back of the seat.

"Yes it was and the whole evening's been fabulous." He said looking right into my eyes. "Have you enjoyed it Cat?" 

"Yes, yes I have very much" I replied a little hesitantly.

I felt an intimacy and closeness in the atmosphere. I felt an attraction to him of the nature that clearly I shouldn't. It felt as though we were on a date and that we really were partners. 'I can't think like this' I told myself. It's wrong. Not only am I having such thoughts about someone that isn't Richard, but that was nothing new with my web activity, but it's my sister's boy for Christ's sake. In any case he's probably feeling nothing at all." 

I hadn't noticed that he'd moved his arm, which was draped along the back of the seat so that his hand was dangling downward, but I did when his fingers touched my shoulder. I hadn't really thought that much about our legs being pressed together or of his body squashing me into the corner of the wide seat. But as we silently looked at each other all of those things suddenly struck me. Their significance registered with me. They didn't now look like unrelated incidents brought out by the make believe famous couple game we'd played outside the restaurant. No, they now looked as if they were all part of a pattern that I somehow must have made happen, for it couldn't be him, could it?

Then I felt Glenn's hand on my shoulder. It was just touching it or brushing against it. My body stiffened. I didn't know whether that was with fear or excitement concern or pleasant anticipation. I turned and looked at him as the pressure on my shoulder pulled me round a little. As I did so his hand immediately slid down my back and rested between my shoulder-blades right on my bra strap. We looked at each other. We stared into each other's eyes as he applied more pressure to my back. It was trying to pull my body forward and with it my face towards his. 

I should stop this. Stop it now. I knew I should. The responsible family member told me clearly that I should, but the female part of me fought against that. The aunt said. 'No don't kiss the nephew,' but the woman in me, the recently sexually experimental woman in me said. 'Yes, kiss the attractive young man.'

And then somehow we were kissing. And it wasn't the kiss of a nephew it was a kiss of a virile young man. And my response was not that of an aunt but of a woman. And not just any woman but a frustrated woman whose entire body and being was crying out for love and sex. 

Almost as soon as Glenn's hand pulled me forward and his face closed the few inches between us our mouths slightly opened. As soon as our lips touched our tongues were delving and probing. Our rwo mouths were grinding together in a kiss of intense passion. A kiss where so many dormant emotions suddenly exploded. Involuntarily my arms went round his neck pulling his mouth more firmly against mine. He pulled me hard against him so my breasts were squashed against his firm, youthful chest. And the kiss went on and on. 

Our joined heads rolled from side to side, I ran my fingers through his hair and I squirmed my upper body against him. His knee was now between my legs opening and pushing upwards as we continued kissing. I felt his hand on my breast and I pushed towards the pleasure giving object as I slid my hands up and down his broad back and ran my fingers through his hair.

But at last my senses returned. At last my mind overruled my body. At last I was driven by common sense and not a bottle of wine. At last the responsibility of the relative took over from the needs of the woman. I pulled away.

"No Glenn, no" I said pushing him from me. "No we mustn't, we shouldn't have done that."

Before he could reply, though, we were pulling into the driveway of the horrendous Victorian pile that Richard so loved and I so hated. We got out and thanked the driver, there being no need to pay for that along with the bill at the Ivy was charged directly to Richard's business. I felt so small and embarrassed when the chauffeur said. "You're welcome ma'am, I hope you had a pleasant journey, good night."

I saw that the lights were on in the hallway and in Richard's study indicating that he was home so that night Glenn and I didn't have the opportunity to talk about what had happened. It was equally frustrating over the weekend for, unusually, Richard did little work and the three of us were together most of the time. I got a little worried when Richard invited Glen for a round of golf at his club on the Sunday morning, but clearly nothing was said for they were both fine when I met them for to lunch at the club.

It wasn't until Glenn got back from college on the Monday afternoon that we were alone together and had the chance to talk.

All weekend I'd been running over in my mind what had happened and still couldn't really work out whether I'd encouraged him, overtly or covertly even, or whether he was the instigator. Maybe he's just a little forward for his age I wondered, thinking, not that convincingly that it may have been the drink that caused us to behave in such an untypical way for an aunt and nephew.

"Was it him or me?" I asked myself so many times as I also hoped against hope that he would never mention it to anyone.

I had another worry, however, for whoever had started it, there was no excuse for my reaction. I couldn't get it out of my mind how I had responded so eagerly, avidly even. I could see no excuse for a nearly forty year old woman reacting the way I had to the advance of an eighteen year old boy. And even less of an excuse for an aunt charged with looking after her nephew I had thought many times that weekend filling myself full of guilt and remorse.

"Glenn," I began nervously standing leaning against the large freezer in the kitchen as he sat at the table sipping a cup of tea I had made him when he got back from college at just after three. 

"Yes Cat," he replied looking up at me. I had been food shopping in Waitrose and was wearing tight blue jeans tucked into black leather, mid-height heeled boots, a white shirt and a black leather blouson.

"We need to talk."

"Do we? Why?"

"About Friday." I went on trying to remember the script I'd prepared in my head and had practised several times. With him there, though I was forgetting almost every word. 

He looked into my eyes and, smiling, slowly drawled, "It was great wasn't it?"

His deep green eyes boring into made me made me feel confused and I, almost, visibly shuddered with the desire I suddenly felt for him.

"No, no Glenn it wasn't." I blurted out.

"You mean you didn't enjoy it?"

"No, no, well yes, yes I did but, er, um, oh shit" I groaned running my hand through my hair in frustration

"But what?"

"We mustn't ever do it again and you musn't mention to a soul. It's so wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

"Because, well because it is. We're related, you're my nephew for Christ's sake, my sister's kid."

"So?"

"Glenn for fucks sake its incest" I blurted out.

As calm as anything and actually sounding a little like Richard he retorted. "Actually Cat a kiss in the back of a car can hardly be incest."

"You know what I mean."

"Maybe."

"What do you mean maybe?" I asked becoming more and more confused and probably rather incoherent.

"I mean Cat that I reckon that you possibly feel that if we kiss like that again then we will go further and that might be incest. Yes?"

"Er no, well yes I suppose so, but that doesn't mean I don't want to go further."

"Even if we did Cat, I don't expect that we were going to have children" he murmured as he stood up, walked across the room and stood stood before me.

"No Glenn" I said very sharply as I saw his hand moving towards my shoulder. "No don't, don't touch me."

He stopped his hand half way between us and with a slight smile on his face he placed it on the fridge supporting him as he leaned closer. He smiled. He looked into my eyes, I looked away and he whispered. "Cat look me in the eye and tell me you don't like me touching you and kissing you."

I couldn't stop myself from doing as he asked and I looked into his eyes. My heart was pounding. I was finding it difficult to breathe properly and worrying how on how poorly I'd done with my pre-arranged speech. I knew that I wouldn't be able to frame my words properly, 'God this is madness' I thought as his aftershave wafted into my nostrils and his eyes bored into mine.

"Glenn, oh Glenn," I whimpishly whimpered. 

"I know Cat, I know," he whispered his arms going round me and pulling me to him so my head rested on his chest. He ran his hands through my hair whispering. "Shush Cat, don't say a word, just be quiet."

It was a lovely feeling simply being held. It was wonderful a man being tender towards me, it had been so long. I felt so secure and warm in his arms. So comforted and so wanted. His hands stroking my hair and pressing into my back suggestively right on my bra strap were such intimate gestures. I knew, though, that I still had to fight, to try to resist and overcome the forces that were pushing us towards such a taboo.

Somehow I managed to once more find the resolve to wriggle myself away from him.

"No we can't, we mustn't."

His hand, though, remained on my shoulder the slight pressure feeling lovely. My resolve didn't extend to turning and walking away as I knew I should.

"Cat," he murmured, "I know that some may say it's wrong. But it's not. We're not that close, we're not looking at marriage and we're not thinking of having children. What harm is there if we make love? What harm can there be in two people who want each other having each other?"

"Glenn you're my nephew and I'm married."

"Hmmmm yes so I've heard and seen."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on I can tell the two of you have hardly any relationship. For God's sake you don't even sleep with him some nights, do you?"

"No," I whimpered quietly feeling very surprised at both his perception and his maturity. I was also very surprised, pleasantly yet worryingly at the way he communicated his thoughts.

"And Cat you do want me don't you?" He asked, letting his hand slide onto my neck. "Don't you Cat?" He went on persuasively his knee now touching my leg. "Don't you?" He repeated pulling me against him. I felt my earlier resolve simply melting away. All my good intentions just vanished. I had lost complete control of both the situation and myself. I could feel myself slipping more and more under his influence as more and more my body took over from my mind. As more and more the woman, the frustrated woman, took over from the family relationship. It more and more began to seem such an attractive proposition, such an exciting opportunity, it no longer felt wrong, it was simply a fuck wasn't it and during my life I'd thousands of those I said to myself.

"Yes," I heard myself saying with some horror.

"You do want me don't you?" he whispered in my ear as his arms circled me and crushed me against him.

"Yes Glenn," I sighed just before our mouths merged and we kissed deeply.

*

Part 2 is almost complete and should be on Lit within a few days. Write and tell me what you thought of this part so I can amend Part 2 if necessary.

Thanks 

Cat



In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 02



Richard gave me the worryingly, exciting news that evening when he got home from work around nine, his usual time.

"Yes it will be over the weekend as well" he'd said after telling me he would leaving for New York on the coming Thursday for five or six days. This wasn't anything that unusual for he always had a heavy travel schedule, but it concerned me greatly because Grant my eighteen year old nephew from Canada was staying with us and I knew it would be difficult being alone with him for that time. "You'll be alright," he'd said laughing as he added. "You've got Glenn to keep you company," startling me with the way he said that for it sounded almost as if he guessed something had gone on between us. I felt a pang of guilt because something had gone on.

I'd argued about him having to be away over weekend but he'd insisted it was essential for the deal, his normal reasoning. I knew that both the Saturday and Sunday would be more R & R than real work and felt, maybe unreasonably, that he should have declined, but possibly that was a defence mechanism about being in the house alone with my nephew.

We'd rowed again that evening when we got to the bedroom and once more I stormed out and went to my study at around eleven thirty. This time, though, when I logged on none of my friends were on-line. I went into a couple of chat rooms and followed, without joining in, several conversations that became more and more lurid and graphic. I hadn't the motivation to join in for my mind was on the events of the afternoon.

Sitting in the big office chair clad just in my robe, I hadn't worn my teasing thong tonight, I ran over what had gone on. 

I was trying desperately, as I had been all evening, to get my head round what was happening to me. I usually have a fairly analytical mind and apply sound thinking to problems to come up with logical solutions. This though was beating me. That I was attracted to a younger man I could understand and accept. Lots of older women have such feelings and more and more nowadays, from film stars to ordinary people, women have toyboys. So the principle of having sex with an eighteen year old did not theoretically worry me too much and even morally I was fairly comfortable. The fact of going outside my marriage for affection did worry me though. I was intellectually ok with 'playing away' to gain sexual excitement and fulfilment, but to need to get affection, tenderness and love, even, that way really did concern me. I could reconcile the need to seek sexual pleasure on the basis that Richard was driving me that way. I'd been there before when I had both my straight and my bi affair with Amanda that, incidentally lately, was beginning to be rekindled in the conversations and e-mails we were exchanging. It was so hard and complicated to accept that I would go with anyone to gain affection, but that was what I seemed to be seeking from Glenn, as well as of course frequent, hard sex.

Also it was, of course, the fact that Glenn was my nephew and that, therefore, we shared blood and thus it was incest that most worried me. It was the most taboo of all taboos, wasn't it I asked myself time and time again? That my sister, who I loved dearly, had entrusted her son to my keeping, albeit that he was eighteen, also weighed heavily on me; I was in danger of betraying her trust. And of long term concern was the future. How would I be able to visit Phillipa? How could I lookher in the eye? How could I ever be in the company of her and Glenn knowing that I'd committed incest by fucking her son? I didn't, somehow, have the same concerns of being with muy husband and my potential young lover, odd!

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. As I walked down the hall I saw myself in the mirror. I stopped and looked, feeling rather horrified that I was thinking 'What would Glenn think of my body?' The top of the robe had parted and most of both of my full breasts were clearly on view. The skirt part had fallen away from one leg. I pulled the other side away. I also pulled the lapels away so that the only part of my front that was covered was that where the tie went round my waist. My legs, my pubes, my tummy, my chest and my breasts were all on show. 'What would he think?' I asked myself imagining Glen staring at me. 'Shit what the fuck is going' I wondered?

I was pleased with my body. At nearly forty and after two children it was, I knew, still quite good. My stomach, due to the strict regime of exercises I'd undertaken after both children and my regular exhibitionism at the gym, was flat. No swell or bulging at all I noticed sipping my wine. My waist was as trim now, well almost, as it was before the children and my hips had a pleasing swell to them giving me what Richard often called 'a rounded and very feminine look.' My eyes ran over the rest of my body. The largish patch of tawny pubic hair, this was before landing strips and the suchlike, protecting my mound and guarding the my clit and my pussy, the shapely, lithe thighs and long slender legs that I knew looked their best in dark, lacy topped holdups and mid height heels. 

I stared at my breasts. The breasts that seemed to draw so much attention, which I, along with most big breasted women part enjoy and part hate. I stared at my bare, large, but not udder-like, nicely shaped C to D cup breasts. They were capped by the dark pink, rather too protruding nipples that always gave me so much trouble when I wore tight tops. They frequently embarrassed me by standing to attention at the most inopportune times and God were they sensitive!

And as I gazed at my breasts I recalled Glenn's hands on them this afternoon. Every detail of him pressing me back against the large fridge, our mouths clamped together as his hand slid up my body and cupped them one at a time came into my mind. I recalled him squeezing and kneading them as I frantically, almost, ruffled his hair, stroked his neck and cuddled his body to mine. First, his hands were outside my blouse, but then quickly they were inside it right on my thin bra. I recalled how, with absolutely no resistance from me, he'd pulled both boobs out of the cups, squeezed the soft flesh of each tit and had pinched both nipples almost to the point where they hurt but, in reality with exactly the right pressure needed to inflame me even further. In retrospect I could hardly believe he was only eighteen! Walking back into the study the open robe flapping around my nudity I flopped down into the big, easy, recliner chair I often sat in when reading. I flipped the foot rest up so that I was laying almost flat in the semi-darkness. Closing my eyes I let my mind run riot as my mind was filled with what we had done earlier.

I thought of how the kiss had immediately been intense and so very passionate. How almost as soon as we had started kissing we'd struggled my blouson off and how his hands had, with no inhibitions at all, gone to exactly where both of us wanted them to be, on my breasts. 

Laying there in the darkness my hands found those breasts. But as I cupped and stroked them it wasn't me who in my mind was doing that. It wasn't my fingers that were pinching and pulling at my nipples. It wasn't my hands that were sending such deliciously arousing sensations through my entire body. No, my mind was filled with an image of Glenn. My thoughts were imagining that it was his hands doing that just as they had this afternoon as he crushed me back against the large fridge. Just as he'd, almost, torn at my shirt, ripped the buttons open and plunged his hands inside. Laying in my big, leather office chair as my hands and fingers worked harder and faster on the soft flesh and puckered nipples so it was his mouth I remembered sucking my teats, just like my own son had done all those years ago. 

I was shuddering as I recalled the forceful way he'd yanked each breast out of the flimsily, expensive lace bra. How he'd pinched them and sucked them more fiercely than I was used to. How I'd assumed it was just that he was so worked up and how that had acted like a chain reaction arousing me even more.

As my hands slid down my body I thought of how his had done that. How they'd slid across my lower chest and how he'd wiggled them inside the belted waist of my jeans. How, finding that too tight, he'd then pushed them between my legs that I'd found myself clamping tightly around his hand and whimpering in his ear as I felt the pressure right on my pussy. The pressure similar to that I was feeling now. I recalled vividly how my body had reacted to his hand for it was just as it was reacting to my hand right now.

As I stroked and caressed my pussy fumbling my ultra-sensitive clitoris from its protective hood so my mind and body exploded with sensations and emotions. Just as we had earlier in the kitchen when he'd pushed me backwards until the back of my legs were pressed against the large pine table. He pushed more so that I fell back flat on the table my feet off the ground and my legs hanging over the edge, slightly open. They'd continued exploding as one of his hands had roughly rubbed between my legs while the other pinched and squeezed my breasts so hard he made me wince with pain, but also gasp with pleasure. 

I knew that laying on that on my kitchen table my blouse undone, my breasts pulled from my bra and with Glenn's hand between my legs that I'd started to cum. Just as I was starting to cum now. Whether it was that or the somewhat sordidness of being half undressed on the kitchen table or whether it was realising the enormity of what was happening as Glenn tore his belt open and started pushing his jeans down I didn't know. But from somewhere I found the resolve to stop him. I pushed him off, sat up and said that we had to stop. The look on his face scared me a little as he said that he couldn't. But I managed to insist, somehow. He tried hard to persuade me to continue. He crushed me in his arms, pawed at my breasts and tried to undo my belt. He pressed my hand against his rigid erection and told me how much he "wanted to fuck me." It had been a tremendous effort on my part, but I managed. I pushed him off and got off the table. He again took me in his arms and pressed me back against the wall shoving his knee between my thighs and his erection into my stomach; it felt so good I nearly succumbed to him as his hands pinched and kneaded my breasts. He was tearing at my belt trying to undo the complicated Gucci clasp that fortunately didn't give way too easily. I was telling him to stop, albeit probably rather half-heartedly for deep down a goodly part of me didn't want him to; like many woman I have a fascination for forced sex, near rape if you want. He kept on. I managed to break away and started to leave the kitchen but once more he grabbed me this time from behind. The feeling of his cock pressing right against my arse in the tight jeans thrilled my, but I didn't want it to. His hands around me, one on my tits the other rubbing my down my stomach, onto my mound and slightly between my legs had excited me so much I nearly gave in, but again I fought, amazing myself at my resistance given just how much I wanted affection and needed to be fucked. He was just too powerful though and he'd pushed me forward against the work surface so that I was bent over with my chest squashed against the granite surface, my boobs feeling the coldness on the bare flesh. All the time I had been saying we had to stop, that it was wrong, that we shouldn't do it as all the time he had been pleading for me to let him undress me, let him make love to me and saying that there was nothing wrong with it really. As he again tried to undo my belt I had begged him to stop and suddenly he did. He apologised saying that he'd just got too excited and had been carried away. I'd smiled in understanding as, with him looking on, I had rather embarrassedly eased my boobs back into my bra, done up the buttons on my blouse and tucked it back into my jeans. "Don't worry luv, I do understand" I said very truthfully half withing now that I hadn't stopped him. God how this was messing with my mind and body.

All those memories flooded through me as I lay in that chair with my hands between my legs. My fingers became Glenn's cock. The long, hard, young cock I'd felt through his jeans. The cock that had pressed deep into my belly and had so thrilled me when it was pressed against my bum. The cock that at that moment I'd like to be inside me. Yes the cock of my young nephew that I was imagining was fucking me. It wasn't my three fingers that were pumping in and out of my cunt, but Glenn's hard, youthful cock. And in my mind it wasn't my fingers that brought on the shuddering climax but Glenn's dick that was fucking me hard and deep. As I climaxed so wonderfully I was thinking two things: 'Incest in these circumstances isn't too bad, is it?' "Wouldn't it be wonderful if Glen walked into the study right now?'

*

Glenn had gone to his room immediately after we had eaten dinner almost in silence.

"Early start tomorrow," he'd explained, "lots of studying to do."

"Hope it goes well," I' had replied. "Sleep tight."

"Oh I don't think I'll do that."

"Oh. Why?"

"I'm sure you can guess why," he replied rather gruffly.

"Look Glenn I'm sorry for this afternoon I should never have let it go that far. It was my fault and I apologise."

Ever since the episode in the kitchen I had reprimanded myself for letting him start anything, for my enthusiastic response and for letting things get out of control. What had happened in the back of the car was bad enough, but could just about be blamed on the booze; there was nothing I could blame for what I had let happen this afternoon. I knew that in a way I'd led him on and I realised how hard it is for men to stop when we've gone as far as we had. I was the older, more mature and experienced of us, I was his aunt and it was my responsibility to set and apply standards. I had failed abysmally. 

I continued. "Can't you see how wrong it is Glenn? Phillipa, your mother, my sister has entrusted you to my care. How can I abuse that responsibility? How could ever look her in the eye again if we made love? I don't know how I'll be able to now even."

"But I want you so much Cat," he replied taking my hand. "And I know you want me, you said so."

"Please Glenn don't let's go there again. Please just let's stop now."

"OK I'll stop but I know you want me and one day I'll have you. I'll be there when you're ready for me."

After that Glenn had gone to his room and had missed Richard's announcement about going away.

In his room Glenn thought of little else than Cat. He'd come so close to making it with her this afternoon and the fact that he hadn't only served to make him want her even more. He'd always had a big thing for older women and in the few years he'd been sexually active he'd been lucky several times. He'd had four older women including one that he paid for, one he'd met on a plane, one that he worked with on a vacation job and one that was one of his mum's best friends. He was sure that Cat was going to be the fifth.

As he undressed and showered his mind also ran over the events of the afternoon. He tried to think whether there was anything he could have done differently. Whether perhaps he could have been more forceful? 

Like he had with his mum's friend he recalled his cock hardening as he thought of the rather overweight woman he'd fucked on the floor of her lounge just a few houses down the road from his parents' house. They'd chatted a few times, he'd done some work in her garden and she'd given him a couple of beers. One thing had led to another and a few days later they'd kissed. No more happened that day for her husband was due home, but she had asked if he would cut the grass the next morning. He knew full well the bloody grass didn't need cutting, He knew that it was just a pretence to get him there at a time when her kids would be at school and hubby at work. He was sure he was going to score with his fourth older woman.

She'd tried to say no he remembered when really she meant yes. She'd played at trying to stop him after he'd had his tongue in her mouth, after sh'd let him squeeze her big soft tits and after he'd shoved his hand up her skirt onto her rather chubby thighs. She'd said no when he got his dick out. Said no when he pushed her skirt up round her waist and said no when he turned her round and bent her over the back of a chair. She'd, half-heartedly he thought, tried to stop him when he pulled her big knickers down round her thighs, but he knew she didn't really mean it. She was just embarrassed at a near forty year old wanting to be fucked by a kid so many years younger. She didn't really put up much of a fight when he pressed his cock against her big, round arse. She didn't try to get away, although she did ask him to stop a couple of times when he pressed his rigid prick right against her cunt lips that, he noticed with a smug satisfaction were soaking wet. And once he was up her she soon stopped the dithering and hesitation and she let him fuck her twice in quick succession, almost screaming with pleasure at the multi-orgasms he gave her.

He'd known it would be like that for he was sure she wouldn't cause any rumpus in the small community where they lived on Vancouver Island. How could she explain away why he was in her house? How could she say that she'd asked him there and that she'd let him play with her tits and stroke her thighs? 

And that's how it might have to be with Cat he thought as he lay down on his bed and started stroking his cock. If she didn't come across willingly then he knew he'd have her forcibly. After all she wanted him, she fancied him and was turned on by him. It was only the silly old convention of not having sex with relatives and his age that was stopping her. And he determined that wasn't going to stop him. If push came to shove he would have to make up her mind for her! Somehow, he thought as his strokes became longer, he'd have her. Someway, he reckoned as he felt his balls tightening, he'd get her clothes off, get those nice, big shapely tits out, get her naked and fuck her. And it wouldn't be just the once. No the gorgeous old biddy was going to find out just what it was like to have a young stud around. He would fuck her several, maybe five or six times in quick succession, as only guys of his tender years have the stamina to do. She wanted it and needed it. He knew that she and the wet dickhead Richard hardly had a sex life and guessed from the way she had reacted in the car and at first this afternoon that she was frustrated. He was also sure that once he'd fucked her few times in an afternoon or evening then she'd be back for more big time. He was looking forward to the rest of his time with Aunty Cat.

He resolved to himself as his climax built up. 'After all the silly old fart Richard didn't look after her so I will.'

And boy how he'd look after her he thought as he now slowed his strokes on his achingly hard cock holding back his climax. Oh yes he'd fuck her alright he was sure as his hips began to pump up and down on the bed. He'd fuck her so hard and so deep she'd beg for more he knew as he began fucking his hand. And he'd make her cum so hard and often she'd beg for more he thought as his cock erupted and stream after stream of his cum splattered onto his chest and stomach.

*

I didn't see either Richard or Glenn before they left the house the next morning for after my time in my study I'd gone to a spare room and had eventually fallen asleep around 3.30. That had been hard, for my mind was a whirl of conflicts.

The fact that I had reacted so enthusiastically to Glenn shocked me; particularly as it had happened twice. After all I never did that, well not often even though I had with Amanda. But that was different, having sex with another woman isn't cheating it's exploring one's sexuality, I believed or kidded myself. So was it just the sexual frustration brought about by sometimes going weeks between sex with Richard I pondered? My response to both questions had been quite extreme and that worried me as I couldn't really understand it. I'd never been like that in the past and other than the frustration I couldn't think of a reason as to why I should so relatively easily nowadays lose control of myself and become so enormously aroused, seemingly so easily. That it was happening in the chat rooms and with the lurid email exchanges I had with numerous men and women was bad enough, but letting it happen with such a young guy in reality was terrible and that it was happening with my nephew was unforgivable.




In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 02



I had, however, just about, reconciled the fact that I was attracted sexually to a boy who was young enough to be my son, in fact he was younger than my son. After all lots of women were, many had toyboys, Glenn was handsome, well-built and sexy and offered me virile sex in a relatively easy situation. It wouldn't be like having an affair for he lived with us. It would be simple to have sex during the day without having to make excuses as to where I was going, something I found so hard with my affair. So I felt able to deal with that part of the complicated equation, but it was what was at the heart of the dilemma that kept me awake most of the night worrying 'how the hell can I live in the house alone with him for a week and not give in to him and my need for sex?'

That was the question that kept reverberating around my brain all night and the next morning. It was also the question I decided I would discuss with Amanda, the only person in the world I felt who really understood me and the least judgemental and open-minded individual I knew.

"How about lunch today luv?" I'd asked on the phone.

Amanda arrived at just after twelve looking, as usual, her drop dead gorgeous self. Her long chestnut hair tumbled down over her shoulders in that wild and unkempt way that I knew she paid a fortune to have created by a top hairdresser in Docklands. She was wearing a thin, white, button up blouse that looked as if it was made from silk and dark brown leather trousers. Over the blouse she was wearing a chunky button-up sweater that she'd left unbuttoned. Both the trousers and blouse were fashionably tight showing off her full and fairly voluptuous figure, wonderfully feminine figure to perfection. As she often did, Mandy had left one button too many undone on the blouse and her tits just seemed to be everywhere. He cleavage looked to be so deep that I felt I would be able to vanish in its erotic confines.

"Hi, how are you luv?" Amanda whispered as she came in through the front door. She put her hand on my hip and we looked into each other's eyes as we pecked at the other's cheek. "Mmmm you smell good," she went on lifting her hand and touching my hair but not moving her lips away.

"And you Mand, as always you look lovely," I replied still standing just inside the closed front door as my excitement grew at being so close and intimate with her. 

Amanda moved forward a little so that our breasts just touched. She slid her arm around me and whispered as I kicked the front door shut. "It's been too long Cat." Our lips met and we kissed lovingly and tenderly. I put my arms round my neck as the kiss became a deeper and more intense. I felt myself, as usual responding to my friend and lover. The four fulsome breasts moulded together so easily sending shock waves of sensation through both of us. God how that brought back the memories of being naked with her and us pressing our masses of tit flesh together.

"Yes Mand it has but not now luv I have to talk to you."

We went into the family room that occupied most of the basement of the large, rambling Victorian country house. I told her about Glenn's visit, but not about the kiss on the way back from the Ivy or of the temptations I was feeling.

"So what is it?" Mandy asked lighting up a Marlboro Light and sipping the red wine I had poured without asking her.

Feeling embarrassed and unsure of myself, I took my time explaining making sure I covered most details and each incident. I explained about the dilemma over incest, being given the responsibility by my sister and of course being unfaithful to Richard. Amanda listened intently without interrupting, sipping her wine and smoking her Marlboro.

"Well let's discount being unfaithful completely," Mandy said lifting her hand up and pushing my hair away from my face. I loved seeing her do that and couldn't help noticing the way that the raising of the arm tightened the already tight material of the blouse emphasising even more her full breasts which jiggled so enticingly with the movement.

They laughed as we talked about the infidelity issue for being occasional lovers themselves it was rather ironic.

"You know full well that sooner or later you're going to have another affair so cut the bullshit about being faithful, please."

"True," I smiled topping up our glasses and feeling a little shiver run through me as Mandy rested her hand on my hip as I leaned forward pouring the drink. "Ok let's call that a red herring and forget it" I went on perching on the arm of her chair unconsciously, almost, resting my hand on hers.

"The incest thing luv. Well it's religious and health isn't it? Certainly it seems as though blood relatives shouldn't have children. I mean look at the hillbillies in America and the royal families of Europe where there's been loads on inbreeding. All as mad as hatters. But then on the other hand when you see Princess this marrying Prince that their second or third cousin, then it's a bit of don't do as I do, do as I say. One rule for them a different one for us. But then I assume you're not planning to run off and make babies are you?"

"No. No of course not" I laughed feeling so pleased I'd asked her advice. "As we say Mands, a problem shared is a problem halved isn't it?" I went on looking down and seeing Amanda's hand resting on my leg just above my knee and slightly beneath the hem of the blue pleated Jaeger skirt. Her fingers on my bare skin sent a shiver of desire through me and momentarily I hoped that Amanda would slide her hand upwards. But being aware that I never knew what time Glenn would return from college I put my hand on Amanda's.

"Now now" I said lightly.

Amanda looked up at me her big brown eyes open wide. "Not interested any more Cat, now you've got your young man?" She asked lightly.

I lifted Amanda's hand and kissed the back if it. "You know it's not that Mand, I just never know what time Glenn will be back and I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be in bed when he returns. We'll make up for it soon I promise."

Over lunch we chatted more about my problem with Glenn and although Amanda tried to be both supportive and helpful she wasn't able to give me any really useful advice.

"I just don't know what to say lovely. In the end you either fuck him and wait for any consequences or forget it. I don't know."

"Same here, I just don't know. The worst thing Mands is that I've now got six or seven days, or more to the point, nights with him."

We continued chatting about the situation for a while until I heard the front door opening. "Oh shit he's back, that's the front door."

"Well he's certainly bloody lovely," Amanda said an hour so later when we were alone after the three of us had chatted for some time.

"So, would you Mand?"

"On a purely hypothetical basis yes I probably would, but as you know I'm a celibate now." Amanda said as I leaned against the work surface in the kitchen where I was making tea. We were standing close together and as I said that ran the back of her hand across my boobs.

"You reckon that what we did was you being celibate?" I said quietly not moving my chest away from her hand, which had slipped down, turned and was now cupping my breast.

Amanda smiled and ran her hand down to my hip. "I mean with men luv, not you."

We both laughed as our faces moved closer, our lips opened, I whispered. "Soon Mandy soon" and we kissed. As we broke she said huskily. "Make it very soon Cat, very, very soon."

"Well Amanda's here and Glenn's home," I said to Richard on the phone. He'd called to say that he'd be home early for he was going to stay in a hotel near Heathrow tonight to avoid the tough traffic in the morning. He'd suggested we have an early dinner and he'd then arrange for the car to pick him up around nine. I'd cattily made a remark about how funny it was that he could get home early when he wanted to but that fell on relatively deaf ears as he said. "Well we can all go, ask Amanda too."

It really was a strange experience for me in the restaurant. I sat alongside Amanda on a bench seat with Richard and Glenn opposite us. To have the outside of my leg pressed against my lesbian lover while the young man that might well make love to me soon sat opposite with my husband next to him made my head swim. I knew that Amanda was aware of it and would have noted the irony of the situation for the pressure of her leather covered outer thigh on mine frequently increased and her foot occasionally pressed on top of mine.

The meal was good but the atmosphere was somewhat stilted. I was hardly talking to Richard while Glenn could hardly stop talking to Amanda to whom he seemed, not unnaturally, to be attracted. Amanda, as usual, was coolly flirting with both him and Richard in words and with me with her leg and foot. Several times I felt slight pangs of ridiculous and unwarranted jealousy as the pair of them laughed at a remark or one made a joke. It dawned on me that it might be all round better if I 'gave' Glenn to Amanda, but I knew that was impossible, I would be so consumed with jealousy. It was when we were drinking our coffees that the subject of Richard's trip came up. Amanda had asked how long he expected to be in the States. As he replied that it would six or seven days I saw Glenn staring directly at me and I watched as a grin lit up his face. I think it made me almost blush.

*

"So Cat?" Glenn said as we stood at the front door waving goodbye to Richard as the chauffeur driven Merc vanished down the driveway.

"Yes?" I replied closing the door the full realisation of us being alone in the house hitting me, for Amanda had left immediately after the dinner.

"Six or seven days together, alone." He said standing very close to me.

"Yes," I repeated again saying it very quietly.

"I told you the other day that I'd be ready and waiting when you're ready didn't I?"

"Now look Glenn," I said in a firmer voice as I started to walk down the hallway away from him. "This has to stop."

"But Cat we haven't started yet."

"Well no I know we haven't," I mumbled sounding rather confused.

Glenn followed me down the corridor and caught hold of my elbow. He stopped me and pulled me round so we were looking at each other. With a smile on his face he said. "But of course we always could if you wanted to."

I couldn't help smiling at his cheek. "No that's ok but thanks for the offer."

"You're most welcome Aunty" he quipped back. "Like a cup of tea or coffee or something stronger?"

"Actually a cup of tea would be lovely I replied walking down to the family room as he went into the kitchen.

Amanda had left straight from the restaurant whispering in my ear. 

"He is rather lovely Cat, but I just don't know what to suggest. Whatever you decide I'll support you. Have fun whatever you do and call me at any time if you need me." "I will" I promised. As she pecked me on the cheek she whispered. "I want to hear every lurid detail should you fuck him darling."

I sat in the dimly lit, large family room my mind whirring with all the conflicting thoughts I had been and still was having. I was wearing a skinny knit, quite tight yellow sweater and a blue Jaeger skirt, which was slightly flared and pleated and ended about two inches above my knees. The sweater was also fashionably short so that if I stretched or bent an interestingly alluring band of flesh was revealed just above the waist band of the skirt. As it was still quite warm despite it being autumn and I had nicely tanned legs I hadn't bothered with stockings or tights. As I sat there cross legged the hem of the skirt rode up a little showing probably about six inches of my bare legs. When I heard Glenn coming down the stairs I uncrossed my legs, pulled the hem of the skirt down as far as I could and flicked the TV on.

We drank our tea in silence watching the television as the atmosphere seemed to get heavier and heavier. Glenn kept looking at my legs and, as most women usually are, I was aware of that and, again like most women, I quite liked it. I really wanted to cross one knee over the other, for it was far more comfortable, but I resisted doing that feeling that it would only provoke his interest. The ten o'clock news came on.

"Well I guess its bed for me," Glenn announced. "Another early start to morrow. You coming Cat?" 

"No I think I'll watch the news, you go on though," I said smiling more with the relief that he was leaving me alone.

"Hmmm shame I thought we might go together." Glenn laughed back.

"Please Glenn stop that."

"Why should I you know perfectly well how I feel?" He retorted in a firm voice walking over and standing next to my chair.

"Yes Glenn I think I've got the message."

"Maybe you have and maybe you haven't." Glenn said in an almost snarling tone making me look up at him. His face was very serious, almost dour.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We'll see, we'll wait and see."

I hardly slept at all that night thinking that every creak and groan from the old house was Glenn moving around. I was petrified that he would come to my room. I was worried that he might try to force himself on me. I was more worried, though as to what my reaction would be if he did!!!

The next day Mandy was on the phone early.

"Good girl, well done" she enthused when I told her nothing had happened. "Because you stopped him or because he didn't try" she went on laughing.

"A bit of both actually." I smiled back down the phone. "So onto tonight then. Do you think you'll give in, hold out or seduce the hunk?"

"Well to tell you the absolute truth Mands who the fuck knows I don't!"

*

I am just completing Part 3, which I'll submit in a few days. Let me know what you think of this and please make any suggestions for changes.



In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 03



This is the last part of my trilogy about my attraction to, and affair with, a younger man. He is my sister's eighteen year old son.

I have enjoyed recalling the events and reliving the traumas, the guilt, the remorse and the amazing excitement and huge pleasure I derived from being fucked so many times in such a short period by him. It was this that truly made me in awe of him.

*

"How about I bring Chinese in?" Glenn asked when he called me on my mobile just as I was driving home from my workout at the gym. "It'll save you cooking."

Touched by his thoughtfulness I replied, "That's kind of you Glenn thanks."

I showered and dressed in a pair of silvery blue coloured combat pants and a long sleeved white blouse that had buttons right up the front. I purposefully made sure that neither garment was tight or in any way provocative hoping that the evening could pass in the pleasant way our sightseeing trips had been.

Glenn arrived shortly after with the three bottles of wine. "I've ordered the Chinese and it'll be here in half an hour. Give me time to grab a shower. Let me pour you a glass of wine Cat" He enthused adopting.

As he showered I sat sipping my wine, watching TV and wondering just what the evening would bring.

"OK let me get things ready. Shall we eat here or in the kitchen? What do you think?" Glenn asked returning to the family room wearing tight blue jeans and a white, equally tight tee shirt. He had bare feet I noticed.

"I don't mind, let's stay here shall we it's nice and comfy?"

"Ok ma'am you're the boss here it'll be."

He got plates and bowls, chopsticks and napkins and sat oppositeme his legs stretched out drinking a glass of wine as we waited for the delivery.

"Jesus Glenn you've ordered enough to feed four or five, you expecting someone?"

"No but I thought if we got peckish later we could heat some up, Chinese is great like that, we do it all the time at home, sort of midnight snacks" he said with a near smirk on his face.

"I've never had it that way."

"Oh really madam?" Glen said putting on a posh voice. "You must have led a very sheltered life. May I enquire which ways you have had it?"

The clever double entendre made me laugh and forgetting the rule I'd mentally made with myself to stay completely away from doing, saying or acting in any way that might encourage him I replied.

"Oh just the straightforward one, sitting down and finishing it all off in one go?"

"So no seconds usually or repeat orders?"

"Er not so much in recent years no."

"Well maybe tonight then madam you'll be able to try something new. A different way and lots and lots of seconds."

I thought it best not to reply to that.

"May I have some more wine?" I asked holding out my glass.

"Of course madam, you can have anything you want." Glenn replied pouring the wine for.

We ate the food laughing and joking just as we had on those days out around London. I began to forget the kiss after the Ivy, the escapade we'd had in the kitchen just a couple of evenings ago and all the foreboding I felt. I began to relax and enjoy myself. We had been alone all yesterday and night and for a couple of hours today and nothing had happened. Glenn had tried nothing and had made no advances. "Perhaps he's realised how wrong it is?" I thought as I drank yet another glass of wine.

We were sitting side by side, but a little distance apart, on a sofa with a long coffee table in front of them on which the cartons of food were spread out. 

We had drunk almost two of the bottles of wine and I certainly and I guessed Grant as well were at that stage of inebriation when we were "gigglingly tipsy". 

We were laughing at the silliest little thing. Making inane jokes and finding humour in the most ordinary of things. Neither of us was drunk, just pleasantly mellow and invitingly relaxed.

"Well I thought that was great." Glenn said laying back and resting both arms outwards along the back of the sofa, one of them going behind me as I was still leaning forward.

I turned towards him and smiling said. "And so did I and I thank you for it Glenn, it was ever so thoughtful of you. I'm very grateful"

His hand dropped onto my shoulder as he replied. "How grateful? Grateful enough for a kiss?" as he pulled gently on my shoulder.

I looked at him looking at me. His broad chest with the tee stretched tightly across it, his muscular tanned arms poking out of the sleeves, his flat stomach, his slim muscular legs in the tight jeans and the mound at his crutch. He looked good. He looked handsome and he was so attractive to me. But I knew I had to resist. I'd come to that conclusion, that resolve. Whatever he suggested and no matter how I felt, I wouldn't give in was what I'd decided.

"Now come on Glenn you know I can't."

"Can't or won't?" He asked increasing the pressure on my shoulder.

"It doesn't matter the results the same Glenn we can't make love so forget it." I said sharply starting to get up. 

But his hand stopped my. It gripped my shoulder and as I started to rise so he pulled me backwards. I tumbled into the corner of the settee and he was quickly right alongside me his arm now completely around my shoulders, his leg pressed against mine his chest grazing my breasts.

"We can make love Cat" he said his face moving very close to mine. "We almost did the other night and you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Glenn I'm not going through that again. Now let me go."

"No, no I won't. I want to kiss you."

"No Glenn please don't start," I said panicking a little for I was feeling slightly scared. Yet worryingly, at the same time I also felt excited. 

He was holding me tightly and was pressing me back right into the depths of the sofa. His face hovered by mine and then moved forward. I turned mine away so that his lips found my cheek. He kissed that and pulled my body against him, his firm chest squashing my breasts.

"Kiss me Cat, kiss me."

"No Glenn, no."

"I said kiss me and that's what your fuckingwell going to do, you know you want to." He snarled at me his hand suddenly gripping my chin and roughly pulling it round. 

I stared shocked and startled into his eyes as his lips found mine and ground against my mouth. Whimpering I tried to move my mouth away from his. Moaning with fright, I thought, but wasn't sure, I tried pushing him away by placing my hands on his chest. He was too strong and simply pressed his body forwards trapping my hands between our chests. He lifted his leg and pressed that against my leg locking both of mine against the arm of the sofa. With my legs held like that, my arms trapped between our bodies and his arm around my shoulders I was powerless. So as his mouth again met mine there was nothing I could do. As his open lips engulfed mine I couldn't get away. As his tongue probed my mouth open I was hopelessly ensnared. And as he ground his lips against mine I had no alternative other than to try to remain passive. 

I tried to keep my mouth still, but I knew it moved a little in response to his lip movements.

I tried keeping my mouth closed, but my lips slipped open. 

I tried not moving my body, but as his chest pressed so firmly against my breasts I knew that I squirmed a little.

I tried especially hard not to move my tongue when he slid his inside my mouth and pressed it against my teeth and gums but I felt it pressing back against his.

And then his hand found my breast. He squeezed it, rather hard. He pinched the nipple, just a little too firmly. The combination of those and his mouth on mine was quite explosive and incredibly powerful. 

With a grunt and a deep moan my lips opened fully. They moved against his and my tongue met his. My head rolled from side to side but not with efforts to escape. No I was now kissing him back just as I had in the taxi and in the kitchen the other evening. 

"Come to bed with me?" he rather unwisely asked for that he broke the mood and changed the atmosphere.

He'd released the grip of his arms and had moved his leg so I could move. I stood up.

"No Glenn I keep telling you."

He stood as well and put his hands on my shoulders. "You don't mean it, you don't want to turn me down, you know you want me."

"I do mean it Glenn. Now stop this once and for all." I moved to walk past him, but his strong arms stopped me and held me close to him our faces almost touching.

He tried to kiss me again but I turned my face away. The almost manic look in his eyes and the powerful grip on my shoulders together with the intimidating phrases he was using were frightening me. I felt out of control, under his spell and completely out of my depth. Never before had anyone forced themselves on me. Never had I been involved in unwanted and forced sex and never had I been in a situation where I had to fight a man off. But in those moments when I had been laying alone in my bed, my hands loving my breasts and my fingers finding my clit sending my mind and body into an orgasmic wonderland, I had at times imagined almost precisely this scenario; near rape. 

"Stop Glenn, stop it now," I pleaded pushing against his chest and trying to force him off. 

"No you know you want it," he snarled stumbling a little as I squirmed away from him. He lost his grip on me and I managed to get away but only for a few yards. He was just too quick and strong and as I darted across the room he caught me by the waist band of my combat pants and pulled me backwards the waist of the pants slipping down a little to around my hips. I stumbled and started to fall pulling him with my. We fell in a bunch. I was on my side with him laying half on top of me. I couldn't move, I was completely trapped. His weight held me there stopping me from getting away. 

I knew that the fighting and squirming had made a couple of buttons on my blouse come undone and although I couldn't see I knew from the cool air on my skin that he'd pulled the waistband of my pants down at least a few inches and I wondered just how much of my buttocks were on view.

"Darling stop fighting me," Glenn whispered into my ear as his hand roamed down my front into the gap at the top of my blouse and onto my bare skin above my bra. "You know you want me, you do don't you for you've said so."

"No Glenn, no I don't want you," I replied sharply. "Not like this."

"So if not like this how then?" he came back quickly his hand moving further down my chest right onto my bra covered breast. He caressed and squeezed that.

"Oh no way Glenn I've told you how wrong it is and I just can't do it."

"Not like this?" He asked as his fingers slid inside my bra and right onto my nipple. "Don't tell me you don't like this?" he went on stroking and squeezing the pink bud that to my consternation I felt harden under his touch. 

At the same time he moved his body a little so that as I had the other evening I felt his long hard penis press against the cheeks of my bum. He started to make little humping and thrusting movement against my buttocks as his fingers pushed further into my bra cupping and squeezing my entire breast. His finger and thumb pinched my nipple, a little too hard, I thought with some relief for that stopped the feelings of pleasure building up in me as simultaneously I was caressed above and beneath my waist.

I just lay there. On my side, my blouse undone, one breast now as good as out of my bra and my trousers half down the cheeks of my bottom. I couldn't escape and didn't know what to do. His hands were on my breasts and nipples his erection was squirming its hardness against the cheek of my ass. I was slightly worried that I wasn't as quite as concerned as I felt I should be, not quite as scared as being in a near rape situation suggested I should be. And I had to admit that I was feeling some sensations that I would have preferred not to have happened. 

I knew I was becoming aroused.

His tongue ran around my ear as he tugged more buttons undone on my blouse and quite roughly pulled both breasts out from the flimsy, lacy bra, which did nothing to hide my tits, but did give them the support that their D cup, forty years plus, child suckled orbs nowadays required.

"God I your breasts are so beautiful," he whispered pushing the tip of his tongue into my ear as he caressed each in turn. 

"Let me go Glenn, let me go, "I replied a little lamely as he twisted the very evidently hard and aroused nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Don't say you aren't enjoying this, your nipples are so hard?" 

Now more in fear of my own reactions than of what he might do to me I didn't reply. The idea of him forcing himself completely on me had somehow lost the horror I had at first felt. The thought of him taking me by force, raping me really, didn't alarm me or fill my with the dread that I thought it should.

I felt him turning me so that I was almost laying on my front my face and bared breasts pressed against the carpet. He pressed one of his hands fairly firmly in the middle of my shoulders holding me still although, in reality, I was starting to realise that probably wasn't necessary. My will to fight him was waning. My desire to get away was reducing and my resistance to the idea of being fucked by my nephew was slipping away from me. I felt that I was a like a young horse that fights and bucks as it is broken in, but then eventually gives in and lets someone ride them.

I felt his other hand on the waist band of my combat pants and them being pulled downwards. I put up a perfunctory struggle.

"No Glenn you musn't." I moaned. 

But now both of us knew that was merely a token gesture. The pants slid up each hillock of my bottom over their peaks and down the delicious slopes to be rumpled around my upper thighs. I pressed my legs tightly together still playing the game that was expected of me, but now with a rapidly reducing commitment. I felt him tugging the waist band further down my legs so that the crotch of the combat pants slid away from my pussy.

He stroked the skin of my bare ass murmuring and sighing at the smooth, soft flesh under his fingers. "Mmmm oh yes, oh yes baby," he cooed.

I felt a shudder run through me and fervently hoped he hadn't noticed it for I knew now that I was definitely becoming aroused; it was a shudder of want not of distaste . As it happened he hadn't noticed it for his attention was on my ass that was just inches from his face and which he was caressing and stroking. He looked at the beautifully shaped cheeks, the walls of the erotic cliffs that plunged into the crevice of the crease between them. The narrow waist, the flare of his aunt's so womanly hips and the smoothness of her tanned thighs with the tiny, golden hairs on them. And there around her gorgeous body, circling her waist and snuggling betweenher cheeks was her thong. Frilly, lacy and so delicate. A trivial garment, one that was hardly worth wearing for all the cover it provided. One that really had no other meaningful purpose than to excite and thrill. Maybe, he wondered as he stared at it and ran his fingertips round the lacy waistband and along the slither that slid between my buttocks, the thrill was as much for the wearer as for the viewer. Maybe, he also wondered had she worn in the expectancy of being undressed?

"Oh fuck me this is such a view Cat. Your ass is so incredible and that amazing thong" he muttered hoarsely as he pulled on the lace and silk stretching the thong even more tightly between the cheeks of my bottom.

I knew that I had a shapely ass and I knew that it looked good in a thong. I was equally aware that I had a sensitive bum. And I was keenly aware that his manipulating of the thong, stroking of my flesh and his strong and arousing words were getting to me. I could no longer even put up the pretence of struggling. I could no longer make verbal objections or try to get away. I hadn't yet given in completely, but I knew that my capitulation was nigh. Yes I knew that having sex with my nephew was inevitable as it had been from when we kissed in the back of the limo on the way home from The Ivy.

I could feel the material being pulled tightly around my tummy and across the lips of my pussy. I felt the slither of lace that formed the totally inadequate gusset of the thong sliding inside my lips. And most alarmingly and most arousingly I felt the front of the thong, where the gusset met the tiny pouch that endeavoured, usually unsuccessfully without strict trimming or shaving, to cover the wearer's pubis, pressing firmly right on my clitoris. As he pulled the underwear back and forth so the combination of the material sliding between my lips and the pressure on my clit was so intense I felt myself starting to cum. It took an almost superhuman effort on my part to resist giving into the feelings. It was only by wiggling my torso as though still trying to get away that stopped them. But seeing my bottom squirming and that making my cheeks wobble simply inflamed Glenn even more.

Oh fuck this is incredible," he grunted pulling harder and harder on the thong, almost fucking me with it. 

It was now biting into me and hurting a little, but then suddenly there was a tearing sound and I felt the material split. The pressure was relieved around my waist and between my legs as the torn material flapped in his hands. 

'Jesus,' I thought 'he's ripped my panties off me.' I'd never had that done to me before and it was somehow symbolic of what my nephew was doing to me now; it seemed to fit perfectly with what was happening. It was a sort of signal that by taking me, to some extent, by force that he was overcoming the incest thing. That by ripping my underwear from me that he was removing the last barrier. Taking away the need for me to give in, acquiesce or agree to his demands.

As he did that he pushed his knees between my thighs using one of his on the inside of mine to open my legs wide. He started stroking and caressing my bum again, but now also was able to stroke the inside of my thighs as well.

I tried several times to close my legs, so that he wouldn't be able to get to my pussy, but each time he stopped me. He was just too strong. So I was forced to lay there on my front, with Glenn's side and arm pressed into my back, his leg between mine holding one down and keeping both open. My pants were now half way down my thighs and the waistband of the ripped thong was still in place, but the back and gusset of it had gone leaving the crease of my bum and my pussy completely bare. 

Murmuring and muttering about how lovely I was he was running his fingers all over the two cheeks, between and up and down my thighs. Almost as if leaving the best to last for he hadn't yet touched my pussy, all the time his fingers were moving nearer. And then on one sweep up my thigh he didn't stop and he brushed the tips of his fingers along my lips. The surge of sensation hit me and I grunted and jerked my body. I wiggled under his weight trying even harder to get away for now I had another reason as well. I felt the fingers return and this time it wasn't a brief touch but a purposeful slide right along the slit between the two lips. The two pink, bloated lips. The two sensitive lips. The two, I realised, soaking wet lips.

"Mmmmm that feels nice , doesn't it?"

"Stop Glenn stop," I said sharply wiggling my bottom and trying to squirm out from under him.

Of course he didn't. "Oh no I can't stop now. You don't want me to and I don't want to."

"I do want you to, aaargh, ooooo." I grunted as felt his fingers slide inside me. 

I tried hard to resist. I tried desperately hard not to let the fingers go inside me or to let the feelings take me over. I fought so hard mentally trying to stop my mind accepting what my body was screaming out for. But of course I couldn't. Things had gone too far now. Physically and emotionally I was now drained and primed. Drained of the will to fight and primed to accept the orgasm that he'd been slowly building in my.




In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 03



And then he started pumping them. Easing his straightened fingers in and out of me, up and down mey. Using his fingers as a surrogate cock to fuck me. Using them to excite my cunt to the level it needed to make me start to cum

"Is that nice Cat, is it auntie?" he joked at me as I felt the inevitable sensations on the inside of my most womanly place being caressed.

I didn't know what to think. Whether I should be disappointed or pleased, happy or sad, relieved or frustrated. But the fright and the scaredness, the feelings of being demeaned and degraded and the concern over being forced to submit to him were now being taken over by other feelings. Arousal, excitement and heightened sexual sensations were starting to pervade my body. I fought as hard to resist those feelings as I had to resist him but the outcome was exactly the same; I completely failed. 

Laying there trapped and helpless, humiliated by my position and feeling so sordid by how my clothing was in disarray I realised that I was starting to cum. I started to pant and sigh. My body jerked several times and my fingers dug into the carpet. My mouth was open as I struggled for air and my eyes were tightly closed. 

His fingers probed deeper and pumped harder and I reacted accordingly. 

I groaned with annoyance at myself as I felt him pulling my knees upwards. I felt so humiliated as my tummy was lifted from the floor, as my pussy was pushed upwards and towards him He was winning, I knew that and that so frustrated me. 

I was now half-kneeling my legs wide apart, my head resting on my arms, my chest and stomach raised from the carpet, my ass and pussy in the air as my nephew finger fucked my cunt. And finger fucked it so well that his aunt, his blood relative, his mother's sister was climaxing on the end of those fingers.

"Is it good? Is it good for you?" Glenn whispered.

"Oh you bastard, you sod," I moaned back as the sensations built up more and more inside my mind and body. His other hand had now reached round me so that it was underneath me stroking my clit, running up my stomach and onto my breasts. But still the other hand pumped in and out of my pussy thrusting in as far as the three or four fingers would go then almost slipping out as we withdrew.

I was now fully in the throes of a full blown orgasm.My mind had been completely blown by the sensations my body was experiencing and I was writhing and squirming trying to wring every last ounce of excitement and pleasure I could from the horrible yet marvellous things he was doing to me.

"Oooooooooo," I sighed, "arrrrrrrrrggggh," I moaned as my orgasm completely exploded.

"Is that good Cat is it, is it?

Although part of me so hated saying it I couldn't stop myself from being truthful. "Yes, yes Glenn it's sooooooooo good."

Then I passed over the crest of my orgasm and started that lovely, warm, soft descent down the other side. I sank to the floor, he slowly removed his hand and gently pulled at my body indicating for me to turn over onto my back. He was kneeling beside me looking down at me. He smiled and I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. I was in that tender, loving and such sensitive post climax state when women need to be handled carefully and shown that what we've just given of ourself is special. And I felt that Glenn was doing just that.

His eyes bored into mine as he took hold of his tee shirt and pulled it up over his head and said. "That was marvellous. Thank you so much."

Feeling now close to him I ran my gaze over his firm, tight body almost shivering with the anticipation of being crushed against it as I heard him continuing. "You are so beautiful and so sexy, I want you."

I didn't reply. This time I didn't reject him or say that we shouldn't or couldn't for I was watching transfixed as his fingers undid the brass buttons on his jeans. One by one they came undone until he was able to peel the denim down his legs. He wasn't wearing underpants I noted the realisation of that sending a thrill through me for some reason. Then the jeans were pushed off and for the first time I saw my nephew naked, I saw my nephew's bare body I saw my nephew's rigid, straining cock. 

And it was a lovely cock. In fact, I thought, it was a beautiful cock. Long and slender and smooth and silky looking it soared up his wonderfully flat belly until it reached his naval. Uncircumcised, it was shaped like a rocket ship I thought, with a bulbous end and a vividly purple tip straining through the foreskin. It wasn't massively long, about average I guessed from my limited experience, but it was sturdy and thick and, overall I thought, rather guiltily, it was bigger and lovelier than my husband's. He rested his hand on it and looked at me. I suddenly realised that he was no longer restraining me, he wasn't holding me back or stopping me from moving or leaving. He wasn't forcibly doing that, but there was something even more powerful keeping me there. A stronger force was stopping me from leaving. A more restraining influence was working on me. And that was my need to be fucked. My need to be fucked here and now by my nephew!

"You like?" he asked meaningfully stroking his erection as we smiled at each other now we both knew we were at peace.

I sat up and, looking him straight in the eye, I slowly undid the last few buttons on my blouse. Neither spoke as I took that off and dropped it on the floor beside me. He could see my heavily erect nipples poking over the thin, cups of my flimsy bra and his cock seemed to harden even more, it certainly twitched. His fingers closed around his cock and he stroked himself as I reached behind me and unclipped the bra. That too joined the other clothes on the floor. I got up and slid the trousers off and momentarily stood before him dressed just in the ripped thong the torn back of which was hanging down between my legs. I was fiddling with the lace waist band of the thong contemplating whether to remove it. I thought it was quite incredible how the mood had changed. No longer was I scared, or concerned at what he might do, for now I wanted him to do just that. Something had 'flipped' in my mind, something had clicked in my emotions. All my earlier reticence had gone, my inhibitions had vanished and I felt in control. I sort of realised that the slut that existed inside me, which enabled me meet men and women in messenger and masturbate with them was rising to the surface right now. And those same slut standards I recognised were going to let me, no make me, fuck my nephew.

I looked right into his eyes as I pushed my hips forward.

"You said to tell you when the time is right Glenn. When I want you. You said you'd be waiting didn't you?

"Yes I, yes I did" he replied looking almost hypnotised by my fingers holding and twisting the lace around my narrow waist.

"Well Glenn," I said in almost a whisper as both hands gripped tightly on the material. "I want you now," I went on my hands suddenly pulling hard on the lace tearing it apart and ripping the remnants of the thong from my body as I continued. "I want you to fuck me Glenn and fuck me now."

*

And fuck we did. 

All that evening and most of the night. He fucked me six or seven times, I thought, although I may well have been wrong because one bout of lovemaking seemed to roll into the next. The whole period from around eight o'clock that evening until ten or eleven the next morning, when we eventually got up, became to me one long fuck. I'd never experienced anything like it in all my life. I'd never been fucked so many times in such a short period and I doubted whether I had ever enjoyed being fucked as much as I did that night with my nephew. 

With him I felt insatiable. I felt adventurous, wild, abandoned and ambitious. I felt so feminine and so wanted. It wasn't that he was a great lover for really he wasn't. He was too rushed, a little too interested in his own satisfaction and slightly too eager to actually fuck as opposed to make love but he made up for those shortcomings and more by his stamina and his recovery powers.

He firstly fucked me on the floor of the family room. After I'd ripped the remains of my panties from my body and had told him that I wanted him to fuck me he'd taken me in his arms and crushed my naked body against his bareness. He'd squashed my breasts against his firm chest. He'd pressed his long, hard cock into my stomach. He'd run his hands up and down my back groaning and moaning with pleasure as he cupped the mounds of my ass sending sharp shocks of pleasure through me as he squeezed and pinched them.

It was such a wonderful feeling to be crushed against such a firm, taught and muscular body. Being used to the softer, flabbier, approaching middle age body of my husband it came as such a pleasantly, thrilling surprise to feel the body of a young man. The litheness and the firmness. He had no excess flesh on him. His chest was muscular, his legs and arms were lithe and sinewy and his belly was as flat as a washboard. And his cock was so hard. Much harder than Richard's ever was nowadays and I guessed had ever been. It pressed insistently and so invitingly into my soft tummy as, kneeling, we kissed and ground our bodies together.

All thoughts of the taboo side of what we were about to do had been pushed to the back of my mind. It was as if the fact that he had forced me to submit to his will had overcome that consideration. By taking me to an orgasm without my agreement, by making me cum without my invitation and by almost raping me, albeit with his fingers, it somehow changed my view. It made having sex with my blood relative, nephew more acceptable for some reason.

"Maybe," I thought as he pushed me onto my back. "It's that I'm so aroused, but I feel no guilt."

"Possibly," I continued thinking to myself as he lay on top of me. "I'll regret it later."

"It could be," I mused as he wiggled downwards his cock slipping between my legs that I opened. "That it is terribly wrong."

"Perhaps," I went on thinking as I felt the tip of his cock nuzzling right against the folds of my pussy. "We'll do it just the once and then we'll both come to our senses."

But as he pushed his hips forward and the delightful feeling as his thick, hard cock slid effortlessly up my welcoming pussy all such thoughts were rudely pushed from my mind. As I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around him encouraging an even deeper penetration, so there was only one thought in my mind. That was gaining every bit of sexual pleasure I could from his young firm body and magnificently hard cock.

It didn't last long. Time and patience weren't necessary for either of them. Guile and subtlety in their lovemaking wasn't on the agenda, even if Glenn was able to have sex that way. No raw, hard, fast sex was what the situation called for and that's exactly what we had.

Hardly was he fully in me than I wrapped my legs round him. He'd only just started to thrust up and down me when both of us were grunting and moaning with the feelings we were experiencing. It was just a short while before he was thrusting hard and deep with the sort of movements that a more adept lover would have saved for later. As both of our heads were rolling from side to side as we panted and gasped kissing was difficult, but we slobbered on the others chin, cheek or neck trying to combine oral with penetrative sex. Everything became flustered and urgent, fast and really out of control. But still it was exhilarating for both of us.

My feelings and emotions were running wild. At the forefront of them was the fact that I was being made love to by a man with a virility I had forgotten existed. A young man was filling me to overflowing with a beautifully thick cock that was of a hardness I could hardly remember. A body was against mine and I was being held by one that had the firmness, sharpness and smoothness of youth, features of men that were to me well in the past. That it was my nephew was a concern. That I would always now have trouble facing my sister was a consideration. And that I was committing incest did worry me. But, as I'd sort of reconciled earlier, the forcible way that he'd made me submit to him and the humiliating manner in which he'd made me cum against my will gave me some form of justification, didn't it? 

"I didn't fuck my nephew willingly, he forced me!" 

And that seemed to make it more acceptable, not right but just about ok enough for me to push it to the back of my mind and to revel in the physical enjoyment and pleasure he was giving me.

"Oh fuck fuck," he moaned his body going rigid in my arms. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

"I know. Yes Glenn cum for me, cum with me," I grunted as I felt his body go tight and his cock strain even more as he held it still deep inside me.

We climaxed together. It was a good orgasm and he poured his sperm into me in stream after stream of energetic eruptions. He was noisy and he rolled his body around as he grunted and moaned how, "Fucking marvellous it was."

Mine was strong, but was not overall totally satisfactory. Almost as soon as he'd ejaculated he withdrew and rolled onto his back leaving me still jerking and shaking.

"Oh fuck me Cat that was fabulous" he'd moaned seemingly unaware that mine was still going on. 

In that tender, sensitive, immediate post orgasm state I wanted to be held and cuddled, whispered to and gently kissed as my mind and body returned to normality after the extremes of the sexual agitation. He wasn't experienced enough to understand that or, was it that he didn't care and lacked sensitivity.

But even when I rolled onto my side, pressed my breasts against his arm and ran my fingers over his broad, tanned chest he didn't respond but repeated how amazing it had been. Even when I brushed my fingers through his hair and whispered. "Yes it was good Glenn, very good," he didn't react in a tender way. But amazingly, when I ran my hand down his body and onto his flat stomach, he did react. Not with tenderness or sensitivity. Not with a gentle kiss or a warm cuddle. Not with soft, loving words. No, such things were clearly unknown to him. Such behaviour was foreign to him and I mentally registered, quite shocking myself, "I'll have to teach him." What came so naturally to him, however, could well be a strong compensating factor though, for as my hand slid down his stomach his penis was laying sideways across it semi hard. And even more incredibly as my fingers closed round it I felt it start to grow and harden.

"My God Glenn, I don't believe it," I murmured as he turned and looked at me.

"I've always been able to get hard a second time almost immediately," he smiled.

"Mmmmmm wonderful," I smiled lovingly stroking his increasing girth and hardness.

"I want you again," he said; that was music to my ears. He kissed my chin and cheeks ands grabbed one of my breasts. "Do you want me? Want me to fuck you again? Fuck you with my hard, young cock? Do you? Do you I?"

His words seemed to mesmerise me. "Yes Glenn I do. I want you to fuck me again," I replied my body reacting to the growing hardness in my hand, the feelings he was stirring up with his fingers on my breasts and the effect of his and my words. "I want you to fuck me again and again and again Glenn," I went on as our mouths met and we kissed deeply.

"No like this," I said turning onto my front and kneeling on all fours. "Like this Glenn, doggy fashion as we call it." My b

Now it's my turn," I said huskily straddling him across his thighs and reaching down and behind me to guide his erection into me one more time.

That's how that extraordinary night progressed. 

From the initial rather frightening "finger rape" of me, through the two times we had sex on the floor of the family room to us going to the spare bedroom and I being on top as I screwed him.

They showered together drank more wine and around midnight we did heat up the Chinese food and ate that sitting around in dressing gowns in the family room where it had all started. 

As well as making love, well having sex really for there was no lasting love involved, we talked. In fact we seemed able to talk more and easier now that we were lovers than we had before and we weren't exactly tongue-tied then. He told me about the girls he'd had explaining his love of older women giving me, perhaps rather too much, details about those he'd been with. 

He asked about my relationship with Richard and I was honest explaining that I did still love him but that due to his almost total lack of sexual interest I was being forced to look elsewhere.

"Hence you get lucky," I laughed rolling over on top of him. "Affairs are just too messy."

"So you've had some have you?" 

I laughed. "Now that would be telling wouldn't it?"

I did tell him though. I told how I'd had two affairs, the last about three years ago and the first about five. 

As the night wore on we would doze and then wake up, have more sex then doze off again. In between sex we chatted and chatted not just about sex but many different things as well.

At last we slept. It must have been after three and I thought we'd probably had sex at least four and maybe five times. As I dozed off slightly drunk and amazingly well satisfied I couldn't help thinking how wonderful young men can be as lovers. I also couldn't help wondering just what else was in store for me while my husband was away and Glen and I were alone in the house.

*

We didn't go out of the house much the rest of that Saturday or the Sunday. We didn't need to for what both of us most needed was right there. Each other.

It became a quite amazing sexfest, an incredible lovein and a fantastic sexual tutorial.

As I became somewhat of an addict for the firm, taught youthfulness of his body so I also gave him little tips. As I started to understand the attraction I'd read about and some friends had told me about of young men so I coached and guided him. As I started to become used to being with a man who was able to be hard again almost as soon as he'd gone soft, one being able to cum again within half an hour of the first time and one having the stamina to cum four, five and even six times in a night, or day, so I returned those with the sort of sexual education only an older woman can provide.

Through that weekend and the early part of the week we thrilled and enjoyed each other to the full and at the same time taught each other.

"No not as hard as that." I told him when he held my breasts too firmly.

"Don't squeeze my nipples so tightly Glenn, that hurts, just gently pinch them."

"Yes there, right there," I advised and encouraged him as his fingers fumbled around the lips of my pussy. "It's best right alongside my clit Glenn not on it," I whispered gently stroking his head as I lay with my back against the headboard, my legs wide open, my knees drawn up and Glenn's mouth between my thighs.

"Take your time darling, don't hurry, don't rush just enjoy my body and love my breasts and pussy." With advice and encouragement like that Glenn became such a better lover over that weekend that the thought of being alone with him for the next few nights made me shudder with the sheer sexual expectancy of what we would get up to. 

Now, being able to combine, gentleness, patience and consideration for the woman with his incredible stamina and sexual energy, Glenn was turning into a very formidable lover indeed. "Or", as I mumbled, through mouthfuls of his cock that I was sucking. "You're my sex machine Glenn."

I was teaching him I realised and he was a quick learner. He started being more subtle with his lovemaking, He stroked my full breasts rather than grabbed them, pinched my nipples nicely as opposed to squeezing them painfully, caressed my pussy lips and clit instead of rubbing them. He became more patient taking his time to fully arouse me before entering me. After I explained at some length about the difference between a man's and a woman's climaxes he held me and cuddled me after he'd cum while I was still tingling and shaking with the aftermath of mine.




In Awe of a Young Man Ch. 03



The week passed by in one riot of sex. 

That first Friday set the pattern for the next few days. He'd come home from college and we would make love, usually on the sofa in the family room Sometimes though it would be with us standing up or with me bent forward over a chair or with my chest flat on the table or work surface. We'd have a meal either staying in or popping to one of the local pubs or bistros. I'd got over my concern about being seen in such places with a much younger man. Now I readily held his hand and even exchanged kisses and caresses in public. After dinner we might watch TV or a DVD or listen to music as one way or another we built up to their evening excitement. I might give him a massage or he might rub my back or feet as slowly, now, we moved towards having full sex. Usually we'd do it twice in succession before relaxing for a couple of hours before going to bed around 10 or 10.30.

We slept together every night having a languid and quite long fuck involving lots of foreplay and oral before dozing off in each others arms.

The mornings were especially magical for me I had never, other than few times on holiday, had sex in the mornings for Richard was off to work so early. With Glenn, though, I had the extreme thrill of being woken up most days with his erection pressed against my bum or tummy or thigh, his hands stroking my breasts or his mouth on my nipple. And I responded to those advances. On the mornings where I woke first my arms would encircle his lovely body sliding down the flatness of his belly to find his genitalia. I loved just laying there, my breasts pressed into his back, my hands stroking and caressing his cock and balls feeling it harden and stretch. That was such thrilling sensation for me. To experience the hardness increasing, the length and girth growing and the flesh becoming warmer was wonderful and for me so new. As his erection grew so he'd wake but lay still letting me pleasure myself by using his body as my plaything.

We both knew that it had to change of course once Richard returned. 

Sure our late afternoon, sometimes morning and early evening fun continued but we clearly couldn't sleep together. I did, though, a few times leave my marital bed, ostensibly to sleep in the spare room, and waking Glenn had sex with him in my study once and in the basement family room a few times. We couldn't either romp around naked in the early evenings, though I was able to be half undressed or clad in sexy undies when Glenn came home from college at times when Richard couldn't possibly arrive home early. Not that he ever did.

So, although we had to take more care and we had to be less adventurous in where we had sex, our affair continued until Glenn finished his course.

I did at times wonder if Richard suspected anything for following his trip to New York and until after Glenn had left I never once made any advance towards him or even hinted to him that I "required servicing." Also Richard made a number of remarks about 'your toyboy' and 'your young friend' making me think that he knew but of course he couldn't. I had really got to like Glenn but more as a sex partner than as a person. He had that mean and rather selfish streak in him and was the type that knew exactly what we wanted and would let nothing, even a woman saying "no", get in his way. He told me about two women back in Canada who, like me, he'd forced to have sex with him. He really was of the 'treat 'em mean, keeo 'em keen' school of manhood. I had always thought it was the type that some women seemed to go for big time, but which had no appeal to me. How wrong was that I sometimes wondered?

There were many things I enjoyed about my fling with my nephew. The main one being was a liking, no more than that, a passion almost, for young men. 

I couldn't get over the beauty and the firmness of his taught body. The feel of that against me. The firmness of his chest and his stomach. The tightness of the cheeks of his ass. And of course I was amazed by his recovery powers and his incredible stamina that he, modestly, told me was nothing special and that most of the guys he knew that were "players" had such powers. I really did find the prospect of having all of that taken away from me somewhat alarming. I realised that I was now in awe of him and all my earlier reservations, though still in my mind palled into insignificance when compared to that.

Even as Glenn was still with us my mind was, rather ambitiously and probably totally ridiculously I knew, trying to think of a way that I could replace him.

I'd been able to, just about, reconcile and put to the back of my mind the incest problem and I was remarkably relaxed about being unfaithful to Richard. But how I'd ever be able to look my sister in the eye again I had no idea. The mere thought of being in the same room as her and Glenn filled me with a tremendous dread.

At last the day came for him to leave and it was a fairly tearful departure. He telephoned a few times immediately he got home but, inevitably, the frequency of the calls slowed down after a couple of weeks. 

It must have been about that time that I decided to go to confession and mass. I was a very lapsed Catholic, but occasionally I felt the need to pick up on my religion again and this was one of them. It didn't help much though.

So it was with great trepidation that one Saturday a few weeks later I said to Richard.

"Richard I have something important to tell you."

"Oh Yes I what is it?" He asked hardly looking up from reading the FT.

"I'm pregnant." I said quietly.