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Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 01

By: Catmoore



It was almost a year since we had seen each other. Twelve worrying months, fifty two weeks when all the time I was on edge. On my gloomier days I imagined the police knocking on my door and arresting me and in my optimistic periods I felt I would never see you again. In between I imagined there was a phone call from my sister screaming about what I had done to her baby or you turning up unannounced and black mailing me into more sex, or worse trying it on and succeeding with Sara. There were so many fucking nightmare scenarios and no good news ones at all.

After that fateful and very long afternoon and night, you had stayed, thank God, for only another couple of days. That was bad enough, though, for Sara came home and I am sure she fancied you like hell.

'How awful' I thought a young woman fancying her equally young cousin. 'Yeah right' I retorted, adding 'That coming from a forty year old Auntie who had just fucked that cousin, her nephew several times' really is rich.

I had turned down a couple of family dos in that period, but my aunt's, your great aunt's golden wedding do was an impossibility to get out of. As it happens and quite fortuitously Sara was away with the school on a history trip that counted towards her GCSEs so she was exempt.

Almost as soon as I walked into the large rambling house in Kentish Town I saw you. I gulped and my heart started to pound. You looked good. You had filled out, you were a few inches taller and your hair was a little longer, less punky. I knew that you were almost nineteen. 

"Hello Aunty," you said as I walked up to where you were standing with Janis, my sister.

"Matt," she said, slightly harshly, "Don't make both of us feel old call her Catherine."

"Thanks Jan," I replied kissing her on her cheek as she leaned forward her loose dress gaping and her cleavage bursting out. "I prefer Cat nowadays, if you don't mind."

'Fuck' I thought my pulse racing and my blush deepening I'm sure when I glanced at you and saw that you were also looking at Janis' ample bosom. She was my sort of build, but after her kids she had done little to hold onto her figure and she must have blown up to a size sixteen with a figure somewhere around 40d 38 42, 'Nearly a real BBW' I thought, thanking someone that I managed, just about, to hang onto my more respectable 36d 29 37 voluptuousness. 

You smiled and winked as you nodded at her chest and I knew immediately that we were both thinking the same: the admission you had made when you came on my tits that you had been fantasizing about cumming on hers.

'Jesus had I really got that deep with a fucking kid old?' I wondered, much of that fateful afternoon and evening now having been deleted from my mental hard drive. Yes was the answer for I had simply taught you too much and too well, although I suspected you knew a lot more than you had let on during that very long weekend.

"Sorry Aunty," you said perversely as you surprisingly confidently put your hands on my shoulders and kissed my cheek. "Hello Catherine, it's been such a time hasn't it? When was it we last met?"

"Fortunately your mother had seen someone more interesting and important to talk to and had wandered off.

"Matt you know exactly when we last saw each other so please don't mess around."

You squeezed my hand. "Don't worry auntie I wasn't messing around then, I haven't since and I'm not now, I am deadly serious."

"What do you mean?"

You leaned close, put your mouth to my ear and whispered. "I want to fuck you again and soon."

"Don't be silly," I said sternly. "I told you that was it, nothing else will happen, it's over." 

You wandered away, looking over your shoulder and smiling.

The party was a nightmare. I was on edge all the time. I saw you sneaking drinks and knew that might loosen your tongue or reduce your inhibitions. Fortunately it worked on the latter and not on the former and luckily just on how they related to me.

We were in a group outside; it was quite a warm evening. I was wearing a white button up the front, silk blouse and dark brown soft leather trousers. As happens at parties whilst one moment there had been six or seven in the group, suddenly it was just you and me. You didn't beat around the bush.

"I have thought about that weekend so much Cat," you came out of the blue with.

"No Matt, leave it."

"No Cat I can't."

"You must. It's over it was a one off its finished."

You grabbed my hand. "It isn't over I want to again."

I pulled my hand away looking round to make sure nobody had seen.

"Matt stop, behave," I said walking round the corner of the outhouses where we were hidden from view. It was just getting dark.

"I have behaved, I have done as you said and not told a soul, not anyone."

"That's good Matt, thanks."

"But I am going fucking crazy thinking about what we did, it was amazing."

"Forget it luv, it was just a crazy time, it was like make believe."

"No," you said quite loudly grabbing my shoulders. "It wasn't crazy, it wasn't make believe, it was real, it was fantastic."

"Matt stop it," I said sharply as you pushed me back against the wall.

"No Cat," you growled pressing your lips on mine. "You know you enjoyed it."

I fought to stop you. I tried to pull away, but you were too strong and your grip was too firm. I squirmed my face from side to side, but you managed to keep our lips together. You pulled me tighter to you. You pressed your body against mine, squashing my tits against your firm chest. Your tongue was probing at my lips. I managed to keep them closed. 

But then fuck it, something happened. My body started to respond, it started to betray me. Where once it had been you restraining me, now you were holding me; where it had been your body pressing against mine, now both were squirming against each other; where you had been urging your bulge against me, now my mound was welcoming its firmness against it. And where my lips had been firmly closed so now they were starting to open and your tongue was forcing its way inside.

I hadn't been with a young guy since we had been together. That isn't because I didn't want to, for although there had been some ugly and clearly unacceptable features of those few nights together, they had given me a taste for youth. They had made me realise what I had been missing. Yes they had made me want to be fucked by young men and, I reluctantly admitted, as young as possible.

I dreamed of the firmness. I imagined the feel of a young back on my hands as its strong front squashed my big tits. I fantasized about having two young men at my beck and call and being fucked almost continuously for hours on end, all evening and all night. But more than anything I visualized teaching young men, educating them, coaching and training them from being purely a fuck machine to becoming a lover.

But, I was scared. With you it had been family. I wasn't sure whether that was better or worse from a danger and being caught point of view. I wasn't sure that if I seduced a stranger whether I would have more or less chance of being caught. 

So I did nothing. I was tempted. I met them at tennis, at the gym, with Sara's friends and doing odd jobs round the apartment complex where I lived. I managed to resist them, just. I watched Notes on a Scandal and The Reader. Both were films where thirty something women seduced teenage boys. Shit was I like them, was I going mad, had I got a perversion?

I only had two lovers in the year between you fucking me and now, well three really for I had recently started having sex with Kevin, my ex, your uncle. He was fine, he'd always been a good lover, his body was in good shape and his stamina for a nearly fifty year old was good. The other two I met through golf. One was well into his fifties the other mid forties. The latter was an overweight millionaire who had a dick that really needed a search party to find, but when he got going he was like a bloody rabbit. The touch of his flabby body on mine was, however, a major difficulty for me to cope with. The other a successful advertising executive was strictly a once a night guy and although I tried to double that up a few times I wasn't able to make it and neither was he.

So as we kissed at that party, as part of my body's betrayal, my mouth opened. Slowly and just a little parting of the teeth at first as your tongue probed, so it opened more as you persisted. And, as you grabbed my bum with one hand and my breast with the other so I gasped and then opened it fully.

Back in the party a few minutes later I was quite mortified when one of my mother's close friends said quite loudly so many people heard.

"What on earth have you done to your trousers Catherine; they look all scuffed, right across that lovely bum of yours too."

"When can I come and see you," I heard you say as I answered my mobile as I drove away from the party.

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Isn't it obvious why not?"

"I am legal you know."

That made me smile so I joked. "That's the reason Matt, you're far too old."

"You laughed down the phone. I'm just right now, you taught me well and I have some experience."

"No Matt, it's wrong."

"You like young kids, you told me enough fucking times. You do don't you?"

Reluctantly I had to agree. "Yes Matt I do."

"Then let's do it, let me see you and fuck you. I'll fuck you all night."

Your words and the enthusiasm with which you expressed them crashed into me, they excited me. They were saying exactly what I wanted to hear and what I wanted to happen. I realised that yes, I did want to be fucked all night.

"Matt its incest you're my nephew."

"We aren't having fucking children aunty, just a fuck."

My resistance crumbled. I was beaten, I gave up and we made arrangements to meet. Hardly an hour went by over the next week when I didn't think about it and regret it. I desperately wanted to back out, but somehow I simply couldn't. I had to recognise that the lure of sex with a young man, no to be truthful with you, was stronger than my self esteem or fear of committing more incense.

I met you at the station. I was illegally parked in the BMW M3 with the hood down. I was getting loads of stares from the city boy traders some of whom tried it on a little. Then you came out of the station and walked across the concourse to me.

'This is fucking madness' I thought as my heart fluttered as I watched your gangly walk towards me.

"Hi aunty."

"Hello Matt," I replied as we kissed each other on the cheek.

"What was that about not staying at the apartment?" You asked.

"We're going to Norfolk," I said gunning the car as you fiddled with the radio searching for some awful music station, but then hey, a woman has to take the rough with the smooth in toyboyland.

As I slowly manoeuvred our through the London traffic I explained that a friend owned a nice cottage right on the beach near Southwold. "It's very quiet and secluded," I told you. I didn't explain that the main reason I had asked Carey if I could use it was because I was worried that a neighbour or a friend might pop into the apartment and how would I explain you. Also, last time we were quite noisy and we did enjoy sex outside, but now the apartment next door had been taken that would not be possible. The nearest house to the cottage was half a mile away; there was a pool, a decent sized garden and then right outside that miles of beach.

On the slow drive through the crowded streets we got loads of stares. It made me wonder many times just what they were thinking. I wondered if any guessed anywhere near the truth that I was taking my teenage nephew into the country to have him fuck me as much as he wanted for the next few days.

*****

In the time since that fucking amazing few days at yours, my mind had wandered many times to our "coupling". During those months, I had had a couple of short term girlfriends, one of which had consisted of nothing more than momentary and brief fondlings. I had expanded my manual skills, had her biting into my shoulder in her room as she shuddered to orgasm, my fingers teasing and probing her deliciously whilst her parents watched some rubbish on television in the room below us. But she wouldn't go any further, being a "good girl"... Yeah right! But good girls weren't what I wanted! The other girlfriend, well we'd gone further than mere masturbation. We'd fucked, and fucked well! She was hungry to explore and my hunger at least matched hers. Cat you had taught me well, very well! 

I'd had several one night stands too, of varying levels of satisfaction but, in my moments alone, my mind returned to your flat and your soft body. Your soft skin, blonde hair, full ripe tits and juicy cunt. The feelings, sensations and depravity that my aunt had fucked me and taken my virginity were never far from my mind, and the times I wanked thinking of you are uncountable.

I was very aware of the ramifications of our very naughty secret getting out and I had no desire to make life difficult for either of us. But in that time I had every desire to see you again, you had become my fantasy. As wrong as it was, even if I had reconciled myself to it, I dreamt of being inside you again. I didn't consider it incest now, I didn't want to fuck my aunt I wanted to fuck you, Cat. 

What made the whole situation more difficult though was having you in the background, not only did I have the regular comments from my parents about you but every time I looked at my mums tits my mind was drawn to you, your tits, her tits... oh god! And then came the news, a family do and you'd be there!

I was no longer the bashful youth you had met at the station before, I was assured and confident. I was now growing into the man you had started to mould. Still with the edge of youth but with a physique pushing those youthful boundaries, so much so that I was prepared to stretch any boundaries if I could get you alone at the party! And for a moment I really thought it'd be all in vain until your body took control of your head, then I knew, I knew you couldn't resist.

Three weeks later, sat in your car. My heart in my mouth and an ache in my balls, I was surprised when you started heading out of town.

"We're going to Norfolk" you informed me.

"What's that?" I asked wondering why we weren't simply going to your flat to fuck like two rabbits for a few days.

"Not what Matt, Norfolk's a county."

'Oh fuck' I thought realising I was making a fool of myself.

"Yeah right I know that, but where is it and why?"

I cringed even more when I saw you smiling. "It's on the East Coast about a hundred miles away." 

"Why we going there?"

"I have borrowed a lovely little cottage for us, nice and secluded," you told me adding as you put your hand on my knee and looked into my eye grinning. "We can make as much noise as we like."

That sounds better I thought my cock tingling and balls itching with the touch of your fingers on my leg. 

Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 02



If I had been in an emotional turmoil before that family party, I was now in a mental maelstrom. If I had been confused before we talked, now I was totally puzzled. And if I had concerns about my imaginings about young men before I saw you walking across the piazza from Canary Wharf station, now with you sitting beside me in my car, I had they had become massive worries.

I simply couldn't understand myself and my wants and desires. Ok, it was fair enough for an early forties woman who had been used to pretty stimulating and very regular sex from her partner for many years, wanting to be fucked. It was more than ok also for her to want to be fucked hard, long and often. But for me to want to be fucked by a young guy like you, my nephew, surely that was wrong? You were only eighteen, or were you nineteen now, merely a teenager? But that's what I wanted and that's what this trip to Norfolk was all about. A forty three year old aunt being fucked by her nineteen year old nephew. What the fuck was the matter with me? I had no answer to that.

I also had no answer to the incest thing. As you'd said, it wasn't as if we were going to be producing babies and that was the real incest issue. So I could intellectually discount the fact that you were my nephew, well almost. Instead, as we sped up the M11 and I glanced at you from time to time, I saw a young stud and that made me tremble with both apprehension and anticipation. I wanted you, but I was hoping against hope that in the past tfew months you had not become super experienced, had lots of women, especially older ones and had become too adept at sex. I wanted to continue to teach you, show you the way, educate you and coach you in the wiles and ways of wonderful sex. Jesus what a crock of shit. Was that what I really wanted? And why you? If I wanted a young stud, a toyboy, they weren't that hard to find. Several at the tennis club and a couple at the golf club had 'offered their services,' but no, I turned them down and fucked you, my nephew instead. Was incest the buzz, did I need that to go through with my 'teaching?' Fuck knows. On the boringly straight and tediously flat M11 I was lost in my thoughts, but as I realised I was doing well over a hundred and slowed a bit I tried to rationalise it all and couldn't. So I gave up.

With the roof of the M3 down conversation was difficult, so after trying it a little we both gave up and contented ourselves with our thoughts.

Mine, revolved around just what we would do together over the next day or so. I also mulled over the complicated arrangements that I had mad and the even more complicated excuses and lies I had made up.

I had told Janis that I was taking Sara to Norfolk for a few days and said it would be nice for the two cousins to spend some time together; I could hardly tell her that it would just be you and me. She bought that and agreed that you could come. I told Sara that I had work to do with Mike at the cottage and arranged for her to stay with her dad. I had told Carey and Mike that you and Janis, who they had met a few times, would be with me at the cottage and that she would be going home the day they arrived. Janis had thrown a bit of a spanner in the works when I had said that I was staying up there to work with Mike, which I was, and that I would drop you at Norwich station, by inviting herself up. "I'll pop up and collect him, you can find me a bed for a night can't you?" She'd said. 'Fuck, how could I explain Sara's absence?' I thought. I was quick.

"Yes that'll be fine as Sara is leaving that day so you can have her bed," I'd explained.

It's that sort of stuff that had always, well nearly always, stopped me having affairs when I was married. The lies and excuses get so complicated. 

As we drove round the Norwich excuse for a bye pass I tried to ensure that I had thought of everything; I just hoped I had, but couldn't help thinking was it all worth while just for some time with my nineteen year old nephew? I didn't have an answer to that.

We got to the cottage around five thirty. We took our bags in, but didn't unpack right away. Instead, just like two experienced lovers we fucked. 

It was an easy fuck, a slow one, a good one. I pretty much led and you followed, perfect!

We lay in each other's arms and chatted. You told me about the girls you'd had in the past few months. That made me feel ridiculously jealous.

"Were any er, um older like me?" I asked when you said you'd had a few one night stands.

"No," you replied lifting my breast up and kissing it, showing a level of confidence that hadn't been there before. "Nor were any as sexy as you?"

"How old were they?"

"The youngest was in her teens the oldest maybe twenty three, just kids aunty, not MILFs like you."

I laughed, I quite liked being called that so I straddled you, took hold of your half erect dick, rubbed it on my pussy leaned forward and dangled my tits over your face so you could lick my nipples. You immediately hardened, it was as if I had triggered a switch, was it really as easy as that? Wonderful. I pressed the end of your rapidly hardening cock against my clit, sat up straight, looked you right in the eye, grabbed my own tits, rubbed them together and then let my cunt slide down your cock until it was in me up to the hilt.

"Did any of them fuck you like this Matt?" 

****

The journey dragged, well for me every journey drags. Most is due to sheer boredom, this for other reasons. Having you sat next to me, your hair pinned up, your creamy slender neck leading down to the swell of your ample bosom, a white shirt buttoned to three holes from the top giving me the occasional glimpse of cleavage and tucked in at the bottom into a tight pair of jeans that only fuelled my already racing imagination. 

As we drove I stole looks at you, gazed out of the window and thought of what was happening. Once it would have seemed wrong but I'd managed to put those thoughts behind me as apparently, so had you. It was a weekend of fucking, fucking and fucking. If only my parents knew, especially as they had been delighted when I'd agreed to go to Norfolk with you and Sara as you had told mum, letting on to me that she never was coming.

"It'll be good for you to spend some time in the country instead of milling around here all weekend or getting drunk with your friends." My mum had informed me.

I made a non committal grunt, inside I was bursting though.

"Don't go giving your Aunt any grief while you're up there ok, she works hard and doesn't need you being a yob," I tried not to laugh; I was thinking 'No, she needs me to be hard and full of cum!' 

For some bizarre reason my Mum and Dad thought of you as a steadying influence on me. They thought of you as someone who could talk to me, reason with me and set an example. I thought about the conversation as you drove, so I smiled again, a big smile.

I'd never been to Norfolk before and had never believed anywhere could be so flat; it seemed like field after field as we drove. And finally after what had seemed an age we pulled up, in the middle of nowhere, to the cottage. As pretty as the cottage was I couldn't help but think 'Who'd ever want to live right out here?'

My thoughts were broken when you said "Matt, be a love and bring the bags while I open up?" 

"Sure no problem Cat" I replied as you activated the boot with your key fob.

I followed you through the front door, my sports bag and some supplies in one hand and your small suitcase in the other. As my eyes adjusted to the light inside I thought 'Mmmm, nice and cosy, what a good little fuck nest'.

I put the bags down and looked around whilst you opened windows to 'air' the place.

"Where shall I put the bags?"

"Just pop the food into the kitchen through there" you gestured through a door off the back of the lounge, "And the bags into the front bedroom upstairs."

Having done as asked, I stood with a disbelief and shock in the bedroom. 'One double bed fuck we're gonna sleep together I realised!' For all we'd done in your flat, we hadn't actually done that; I hadn't yet slept with a girl all night. My stomach was full of butterflies at the excitement I felt.

"A penny for them?" I turned and saw you leaning against the door frame, obviously watching me look at the bed.

"One bed" I replied with a grin.

"Yes, one bed," you smiled back as you closed the gap to me "What shall we do about that?" There was a mischievous sparkle in your eye. "There are two other bedrooms, but Carey is bringing new bedding up soon, so we can't use them" you told me. Fuck I didn't care as I would get to be with you all night. You went on, dropping a sleeping bag on the floor. "That's why I brought this so you can sleep in it.

"What?" I said feeling such disappointment.

"Yes you'll be on the settee in the sleeping bag tonight and Sara will sleep with me."

"Oh I see," you laughed.

Your hands reached for the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it up, over my arms which I stretched out above my head to help you. Dropping it on the floor I thought you were going to stroke my chest but was mildly surprised when you unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor I kicked off my shoes and socks before stepping out of them. With a lingering sweep of my body with your eyes your fingers hooked into the waist band of my tight Pierre Cardin boxers; my cock was clearly hard beneath the thin black material. Amazingly and so fucking hornily, you knelt down. Agonisingly slowly, which I think was more for you than me, I felt you roll the boxers down my thighs and slide them along my legs to join the puddle of clothes at my feet. I could feel your breath against my thigh and could see your face inches from my 19 year old cock where it had sprung slightly forward and up against my belly button. The end was an angry red, which happens when I am very, very turned on.

After a moment, you stood, and saying nothing, just pushed me backwards onto the bed.

I lay watching mesmerised as you unpinned your hair, letting the blondish, greyish locks cascade over your shoulders. You "popped" button after button open on your shirt, each opening and allowing a little more to be seen. You pulled it out from your tight jeans and let the tail flap down. With your shirt unbuttoned and gaping open, each edge rested on the tip of a white lace covered breast. Without either of us saying a word I watched you unzip your jeans, your eyes never leaving mine or my cock, my eyes never leaving your body. As your jeans made the same journey mine had moments earlier I could feel my cock twitch as you stood before me in just a shirt, lacy white bra and matching knickers.

We both had a need, there was no drawn out teasing as your shirt joined our pile of clothes, I couldn't move, couldn't speak as your hands reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks. Your bra landed on the pile, your tits swinging free, nipples erect, areolas puckered giving away your desire to be fucked. Without pause, I watched, as you rolled your knickers down your legs and stepped out of them, the little strip of hair showing the gateway to your pussy.

Climbing onto the bed next to me and placing a finger on my lips I got the message to not say a word; this was a fuck, a straight forward, badly needed fuck. The kind of fuck that releases every pent up emotion and feeling, the kind of fuck where you just let go!

Once, I would have dived between your thighs, but as I say "you taught me well". My fingers and lips stroked, probed, licked and nibbled. I concentrated a lot on your nipples, knowing how sensitive they are, and judging by the writhing of your hips, the rasping of your breath and the way you grabbed my hair I knew I was "pressing" the right buttons. Besides, the hardness of them gave you away and stopped any of that fucking aunty pretence. We were two lovers, plain and simple. The fact that you were over twenty years older than me and that you were my relative mattered not a jot; you wanted me, I wanted you and so we fucked. Fucking marvellous and so awesomely grown up.

Your hand grasped, stroked and played with my dick, rolling my very full balls gently. I had almost forgotten what that was like, my younger conquests were rarely so confident. As my fingers found your pussy I couldn't believe how wet you were! And as I slid first one and then a second finger into your cunt gently fucking you with them, with my palm pressing against and gyrating against your clitoris you got wetter and hotter still.

When neither of us could hold back anymore I slipped on a rubber and lowered myself onto you and slid inside so easily. No messing around or fucking about, just get on and get in, fucking great. Feeling the hotness of your pussy and your wide open legs wrapping round my waist enhanced the depth of being inside you, the walls of your cunt wet with your juices, gripping me, milking me and coaxing me toward my orgasm. With your tits flattened against my chest, my left hand grasping your hair at the roots whilst my right reached behind you to squeeze your buttocks we fucked. As the feelings washed over me warm and tingling, I bit and nibbled your neck and shoulders. Our orgasms were loud, passionate and intense, both clawing as much from the other as we could. I felt as though at last I had come home.

Afterwards as we lay there, I felt like I wanted to laugh. I had an unusual feeling of euphoria, an unquenched sexual desire but a feeling that as a 19 year old, I would describe as "YES!!!!" with a clenched fist punched into the air. I didn't do that, though, but instead kissed you and whispered with a smile. 

We made small talk for a while, probably twenty minutes or so, before you raised yourself and like a panther, or perhaps a cougar is a more fitting description, you crawled above me, your breasts swinging, your nipples filled with blood, engorged and swollen you straddled me. As you did I felt your soft fingers grab my cock and rub it a couple of times along the lips of your cunt.

"Did any of them fuck you like this Matt?" You asked, but didn't wait for an answer

In one motion you lowered yourself a couple of inches onto me. As you rose and lowered so I went inside you a couple more inches. On the third time all of me went inside you, a low grunt escaping your mouth and a gasp from mine. The feeling was fantastic. The walls of your cunt gripped my cock and you accentuated that by squirming on it, then fucking it. Oh God the wonders of sex with an older woman are simply fucking awesome, what a lucky bugger I am, I thought to have an aunt to teach me.

Reaching down you pinned my arms to the bed by the wrists, your nipples grazing my chest and then we kissed, passionately. Our tongues entwined as you slowly raised yourself to the tip of my cock before impaling yourself on it again and again and again. As our orgasms approached you bounced faster and faster on me. In releasing my arms I was able to pull you close to me, your legs stretched each side of mine, your clit rubbing against the thick base of my cock. Our movements were limited but intensified by the wriggling and position we were now in. I grabbed your arse and let my hands go up and down with you, as I felt the sensations in my balls grow by the second. I knew I was close again and judging by your moans so were you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was wide open, your eyes were clenched and your tits, ah your tits, your big, squelchy tits. They were all over the place, flying around, jiggling and wobbling it almost seemed as if they would come detached from your body. What a marvellous fucking sight they were. I took my hands, slightly reluctantly from your arse and grabbed your flying tits. That held them still!

There was no finesse, just lust and a need to cum. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tighten and release. I felt you shudder and cum. You moaned and groaned, grinding your cunt lips and clit against my pubes my spunk splashing everywhere. Fuck we'd forgotten a condom, I suddenly realised, as I pulled you hard onto me and held you there, my cock rigid right up inside your wonderful cunt.

As we came down from our second fuck in quick succession. I asked 

"So what are we going to do this evening Cat?" Before giving you a chance to answer I added with a smile and a pinch of your right nipple "We could fuck?"

You laughed, "Later maybe, we need to eat to keep our strength up. We're going to the local, just down the road. I'm having a shower and you can have one after me"

You gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and then I watched the sexiest woman I had known in my nineteen years get up from the bed and walk naked to the bathroom.

****

I lingered in the shower rather longer than I intended. Not because I masturbated for that would be the last action I would need in the next few days, I smiled. It was because I was thinking. Thinking what to tell you, how to tell you and if I should tell you. I had alluded to it last time, you had sort of mentioned it and it was kind of laying there between us. The it, was Janis, my sister, your mother. She was a common denominator, a link between us both, a sexual object for each of us. Did it need to be explained? Would it not just be sufficient for you to imagine you were doing things to her as you did them to me, just like last time? Whilst you splattered your amazingly large amount of cum all over my breasts, you had admitted that in your mind they were her tits, which were receiving your offering. 

So she was there then and all my female instincts told me she would be here now during this weekend. Was she something we needed to confront? And if we did how should I go about it? I wasn't sure, but I think I had admitted to you that she and I had 'messed around' when we teenagers of your age. I hoped that perhaps you hadn't taken it in and if you had, perhaps you'd forgotten it.

Then something else hit me. Shit we'd forgotten a condom. I just hoped my pill was working effectively, I didn't want to give Sara a web footed little sibling.

I finishing showering and said that we should get ready for going out to dinner. The tad of trepidation about going out in the village with you in public surfaced as you were showering in the bath, there was no cubicle as there was in my apartment!. Although it was perfectly ok for an aunt to be dining with her nephew, we both knew we were not the typical aunt and nephew. That was witnessed particularly when I sat at the dressing table doing my make up with a towel wrapped round my waist, my breasts bare and you walked into 'our' bedroom naked.

"Oh fuck," you said staring at me.

"What?"

"You look amazing."

I smiled. "Oh be quiet, get control."

As I said that I looked at you and added truthfully "You don't looks so bad yourself like that. Then I saw that your cock was growing. "Oh Matt."

"I can't help it."

"Can you wait?"

"Oh yes, I'm quite used to getting hard ons and not doing anything."

"I promise that directly we get home we will do amazing things. Ok?"

Your beaming smile was a nice reward.

Norfolk is very casual indeed. Wearing long trousers was like dressing up! 

"Most people will probably be in shorts," I told you, "But jeans will be fine."

"Oh great I'll wear my new shorts that mum bought me.

They were, of course the fashionable, beneath the knee ridiculous things with loads of unnecessary pockets and zips, I noticed, thinking 'Don't show your fucking age by saying anything.'

With just them on you looked fabulous and I was tempted to suggest raiding the freezer for a pizza, they don't have deliveries round here, instead of wasting good sex time by going out..

You slipped on a dark, sludgy-coloured tee shirt and flip flops. You were ready.

I put on a pair of tailored shorts and a white tee. I got dressed while you were out of the room.




Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 02



It was a half mile or so to the pub. I was tempted to drive, but having already had a couple of drinks and knowing I would get through at least half a bottle of wine, I thought better of it, even though I knew full well the chance of getting caught was slim. So we walked.

The pub cum restaurant was packed. Luckily I had booked a table and we squeezed into the corner of the bar and sat at the table which was hardly big enough to hold two plates. We sat on stools, which were low and uncomfortable, but were close together and tucked in behind other tables. We were quite secluded. That was nice! What was also nice was that under the table our legs touched frequently and, as a bonus to that, no one could see!

I had a quick look round, hoping that nobody who knew Carey and Mike, and me come to that was around. Fortunately I didn't recognise anyone, but I did notice quite a few people taking sly glances at us. I felt a little embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do, sort of 'made my bed' hadn't I?

We had a simple steak and chips meal, which I knew from previous visits, was delicious. Feeling ambitious and carefree I splashed on a good bottle of claret. It set me back thirty quid, but the taste and sensation as it slid down my throat, although gigglingly making me think of what might be sliding down my throat later as I looked at you, was worth every penny.

"Like it?" I asked as, unthinkingly, I touched my glass to yours.

"Mmmm lovely aunt, er Cat, sorry,"

As you made that blunder, I looked up and caught the eye of the woman at the next table. She smiled, quite knowingly as rather self-righteously she ran her eyes up and down me, over you then back to me. I just knew that she knew we were fucking.

Being so crowded and with the tables so close, conversation between us was difficult. I think we both wanted to discuss what had gone on between us last time. To sort of bring closure to it so we could move on, as indeed we had really. And maybe you did want to talk about Janis, did I, I wondered? But we couldn't do that so, we had some meaningless conversations about the family, your college and Sara, but they were interspersed by long silences. That made me realise just how little other than our desire for sex with each other we had in common; something that other women who'd had 'toyboys' had told me.

As I sipped the wine sitting embarrassed by the, increasing number it seemed, of inquisitive stares and ate my delicious steak, my mind wandered. It went back many years. For some reason, probably your knee prising my bare legs open a few inches and you being so close, it focused on sex. It went back to when I had first had sex with a woman, other than your mum that is. Why? Fuck knows it just did. I remembered her soft breasts on my face and in my hands, her mouth on mine and our lips pressing together. That made me shudder and I cast it from my mind. 

As you told me something about a girl friend, talking a little too loudly, probably due to the wine, your leg pressed more firmly on mine and that took my mind back to sex. This time, though, it was the sex with you. It was what we did, what I did the last time that swirled around my mind. 

It really had been a game of two halves. The first was me leading you; the second was you dominating me. Me teaching you, you hurting me; me, possibly, seducing you, you demeaning me. It had been odd. You had gone from being a virgin to an, almost, sexual expert in such a short time. It was only a few hours between you nearly crying because you had cum in your pants and you nearly raping me.

I remember you had held me down on my lounge floor in the middle of the night, ripped the vest and sleeping shorts I was wearing from me and had then forced yourself on me. I had resisted very strongly, then strongly, then shit I had slowly given up and let you shag me, right there. You had left the next day, thank goodness or, fuck it; I still wasn't quite sure which was how I felt.

I found that my fingers with the white tipped painted, square cut nails resting on the back of your hand. I had no idea how they had got there and I glanced across at the sourpuss, bitch at the next. She wasn't looking, thankfully. 

I leaned over towards you a little, the front of my low cut tee gaping a bit. I felt good when I saw your eyes immediately go there. I whispered.

"Do you remember last time Matt, at my flat?"

"Of course, every detail."

"What did you enjoy most about it?"

"Dunno, hard to say, everything really."

"Have you done much since?"

"Sexually?" You said, possibly a little too loudly for cow face looked up from the next table.

"Yes."

You told me about the two girl friends you'd had and explained that one had only let you finger her. I was becoming certain that the people at the next table knew what we were talking about for they had stopped talking and they all seemed to be leaning towards us.

Whilst I had thought beforehand that I would find people thinking that you were my toyboy embarrassing, quite the opposite was starting to happen. I was welcoming it and feeling excited by it. I held your hand on the table and looked at the next table bitch as she glanced from my face, to my breasts and to our hands.

As I did that, you were saying.

"I've had several one night stands or bike rides as we call them."

"Really, did you enjoy them?"

I heard the woman tut as I said that.

Shortly after that I paid the bill, which I saw she noted with another tut.

As we were walking through the bar on our way out, I saw a couple I had met through my friends Carey and Mike who owned the cottage. I had been at dinner with them and Carey at their house. They were talking to a couple of guys, who looked rather camp, so I guessed that there were two gays in this village!

"Hello, Catherine isn't it?" The woman said.

"Yes hello Julia, how are you?"

"You remember Catherine don't you Brian?" She said to her husband.

"Of course I do," he said. He leaned forward and slipped his hand onto my side, his wrist pressing against the edge of my boob, a trick quite a lot of guys do. It made me remember that he was a bit of a letch. "How could I forget?"

"These are our friends Mark and Gary," Julia said, adding to them. "This is Catherine and er um....?" She said looking at you.

"Oh this is Matt, my sister's boy, my nephew," I explained gushing out the information. I could see the disbelief on the gays' faces.

There was hellos all round and they asked us to join them for a drink, which I politely declined.

"Have you seen Carey and Mike recently?" Julia asked.

"No but I will in a couple of days time, they will be coming to the cottage, we have some work to do together."

"And what about you Matt?" Mark the older gay asked, looking right into your eyes, rather longingly I thought.

"Er what," you mumbled.

"How long will you be in Norfolk?"

You looked at me for help. "Actually just until the day after tomorrow, his mum is popping up to collect him. She's coming up tomorrow evening so you'll probably meet her in here, or around the village the next day."

"Is mum really coming?" You asked as we wandered slowly down the unbelievably dark road holding hands.

"Yes I'm afraid she is."

I explained that Mike, Carey's husband, designed and produced websites and he sometimes commissioned me to write the content. We had one that had to be completed later this week, so they were coming up to the cottage and we would work on it together.

"You had sex with him?" You asked completely out of the blue.

"That's irrelevant," I said, going on to explain that Janis had asked if she could come and stay a night or two. As that fitted in well with the new arrangements with Carey, I had agreed.

"Fuck, so we only have tonight together?"

"And all day tomorrow, she won't be here until the evening," I said, trying to put a positive spin on the situation as I stopped, turned towards you and put my arms round your neck. "But you have to remember that Sara has been here and we dropped her off in Norwich, ok?"

"Yes sure," you said rather sulkily.

"Come on Matt cheer up."

"But just one fucking night Cat, I thought we'd have three of four."

"So did I, but everything got so bloody complicated, but don't worry, I'll make tonight really special," I said just before my mouth closed over yours. We kissed deeply and you manoeuvred me back into a shallow shop doorway. Your tongue was deep in my mouth. 'Mmmm good,' I thought 'He hasn't forgotten what I taught him.' Your hands were all over me; on my back, in my hair, all over my bum and on my tits. Mine were doing the same as I ground myself against your fabulously hard cock. 

I'd only had sex with older guys since that amazing time with you so the feel of your back on my hands and your erection on my stomach sent enormous shudders of want through me.

Your hands went up my tee shirt and yanked my tits out of my bra. Jesus you were such a quick learner I remembered. You bunched my tee round my neck as several cars whizzed past, making me wonder what they could see. 

Although being groped like this outdoors was a tremendous turn on, I had to stop you. If we got caught it would be awful both for me and Carey and Mike.

"Stop Matt, we can't here."

"Why not?" You grunted, you mouth full of my left tit.

"Because darling," I said sliding my fingers down your shorts and stroking the end of your dick. "I want to take you home, pamper and massage you and then suck your cock until you cum. I assume you haven't had that on any of your bike rides have you?"



Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 03



Cat and her nephew get much, much bolder.

Can incest between a forty something aunt and an eighteen year old nephew ever be justified?

*

I had felt very grown up in the pub. I had felt older than my nineteen, well eighteen and threquarters, years. It was amazing being with you in public, just like a date. I wanted things like that to happen more; I wanted us to 'go out' like a boy friend and girl friend. As we'd started walking home I had thought I would ask you if we could now go on dates and stuff like that, but when you told me that my mum was arriving tomorrow, my mind went off that. 'Fuck' fuck' fuck fuck,' I was mouthing to myself when you told me the bad news. 

Then, though, as you can so easily do, you took my mind off that as well by pulling me into a shop doorway and kissing me. We had a good grope. Doing it like that in a doorway was more like what I was sued to with the girls I'd pulled so I felt more confident and really went for it.

Directly we kissed, my cock reared up and, though it got caught in my pants it made a large bulge in my shorts. I was pressing that against your soft belly and didn't feel at all embarrassed as I sometimes did with girls more my age. Also, unlike them, you didn't move away. No, experienced women like you want that so I revelled in you squirming against me. Not only did that feel good, but it also freed my cock from the restrictions of my boxers so it was straight up my stomach and, come to that yours as well. I sort of dry fucked as you leaned back against the shop door, well I suppose it was more us dry fucking each other for, as usual, you were as much into this as I was. Something else you don't get with the kids I usually go with. However, pulling your tee shirt up and over your tits and yanking them out of your bra was in more line with the sort of gropes I generally have. But the tits I yanked out of your bra were much different to the tits I'd yanked from other bras. There had been girl's tits, your's were the tits of a woman. Big, round, full and heavy with pronounced, but not huge nipples, which always, though, seemed to be hard, fucking lovely.

I wanted to shag you right there and then, right there in that doorway. I wanted to turn you round, get your shorts down, push your thong to one side and fuck you from behind as I squashed your bare tits against the glass of the shop doorway. But you stooped me.

"Why not?" I asked feeling fucking annoyed and bloody frustrated when you said we had to stop. You explained about the situation for us and for Carey and Mike if anyone saw us, and as your fingers, which were down the front of my shorts, fiddled with my knob you almost made both that and my mind explode when you said that you were going to take me home and suck my cock. Fucking hell what a thought.

"But can we have sex outside some time?" I asked as we walked with our arms round each other down the dark road, removing them each time a car came past.

"Who said there'll be other times Matt, we can't keep doing this."

"Why not?" I asked again feeling pissed off. I was surprised by your answer.

"Hmmmm true, why not, perhaps we can, now and then."

"I won't be a pest aunty, honest," I said my fingers on the hand round your shoulder finding the top of your breast.

"I know you wont, baby," you replied pulling me behind a bush and kissing me. "And yes we can do it outside, would that turn you on even more?"

"Fucking hell would it," I replied getting hold of both of your tits. "Let's do it here."

"No somewhere where we aren't known at all."

"Oh come on Cat," I persisted again pulling your tits from the cups of your bra.

As I said that the headlight of a car came round the corner and it slowed down right near us. We broke apart and walked round the big bush, the car had stopped right there. We looked in and saw a couple kissing, presumably a bloke dropping his girl friend or just having a quick grope. We smiled and walked on your tits I noticed jiggling wonderfully out of your bra under the thin top. You left them like that for the few hundred yards left to the cottage, fucking brilliant.

***

The pub had been a bit of a reality check. It had also been fucking exciting, if that's not too much of a contradiction.

I had been embarrassed at seeing other people looking at us. I was sure they were thinking 'poor old cow, can only get kids to go out with' or something along those lines certainly some were thinking, I was sure, 'how pathetic, obscene even was the spectre of a forty plus year old with a teenager.' Deep down I actually agreed with them.

Putting the embarrassment to one side the other aspect of the pub was that we were sort of on a date. And that simply didn't work. Other than sex and the family we had little to talk about. I'm not big on football or the latest X Box games and acid house music had never been my scene. After a few minutes I doubted whether you knew the PM's name or where Afghanistan is and you had no views on the typical topics discussed on dates or even round dinner tables. That said, being close to you, feeling your leg on mine, thinking that other people, particularly the women, were assuming, correctly, that we would soon be fucking, having your eyes continually 'undressing' and knowing that shortly you and your awesome cock would be mine to do with as I wished as I 'continued teaching you' had me tingling all the time we were at dinner. And walking home, kissing and groping took me back to my teenage years in some ways; they certainly made me feel as if I would cum.

When you got me in the shop doorway I really did want you to shag me. My body, especially, but also my mind was screaming out for you to fuck me outdoors in a place where we could be caught. Somehow my 'better' self' prevailed. It was just too awful a though that one of Carey and Mike's friends might see me leaning against that door, my tits out and my shorts and knickers round my knees as my sister's son, took me from behind. 

What made me leave my tits out of my bra as we strolled the last hundred yards or so I don't know? But knowing that they were bare under the thin top kept my arousal at boiling point. Watching you watching them jiggle and wobble added to that and presumably ensured your blatant hardness was maintained until we eventually got inside the cottage. We soon got rid of that though.

We didn't bother to go upstairs; we didn't even put the lights on. We didn't kiss or cuddle each other and we didn't have any foreplay. We simply looked at each other, undressed then fucked on the floor of the lounge. 

There was nothing spectacular in the way of the position. I was on my back, legs spread, you were between them, my ankles were crossed round your waist and you were deep inside me in a flash. 

"I forgot....." You started to say as the glory of your hardened length and girth slid into me.

"Fuck the condom baby, just fuck aunty without it. I take it you prefer bareback."

"Other than earlier this evening I had never done it that way, but yes Cat I do."

It was over quite quickly. But then such fucks always are. In any case we didn't need a long, drawn out session. The atmosphere in the pub and certainly on the way home had primed us and all we needed to do was keep our powder dry for the last few yards and then we could let fire. And boy oh boy did we do that. It was certainly the most explosive fuck we had had so far.

***

It was turning into a strange evening. On the one hand I was on a date with a real woman, a MILF, a cougar an older woman. Shit did I feel grown up as the people in the pub stared at us. The men thinking how clever I was to have pulled you, the women wishing they had been you. No one was fooled for one moment about me being your nephew, even though I was. They knew I was your toyboy, your young stud, your fuck for the night. They must have, surely. 

Certainly the group we had met as we were leaving must have thought that. The two gays eyeing me up surprised me. I had never been interested in that sort of thing, but, for some reason, the way the better looking one had stared at me made me tingle and wonder just what it would like to be with a man. 

Whilst a lot of things were grown up and sophisticated, others were right up my street. Touching your legs with mine in the pub, snogging in that doorway, almost getting you to let me fuck you there and then and then getting your tits out behind the bush were all the sort of things I do with the birds I pull.

Once in the cottage, though, we went back to being grown ups. It was so fucking horny watching you undress I almost exploded before I could get my stuff off. The thought that you were willingly, eagerly even, taking your clothes off for me was fantastic. And seeing your great body gradually being stripped bare was mega hard on stuff, not that I needed that for I was like fucking granite. 

To top it all you didn't go to the bedroom, you didn't lie on the sofa, and you didn't aim for the bed you simply laid down on the carpet, stark bullock naked, opened your legs, drew your knees up and beckoned to me to get between them. I was in there like a fucking rabbit. You said that I didn't have to wear a rubber and the feel of your cunt gripping was so much better, bareback as you called it. But the other fab thing was how you wrapped your legs round me. It felt as if you were pulling me further and further and deeper and deeper into that amazing cunt of yours. 

Fuck knows how long we lasted. A minute, an hour, I had no fucking idea, but I suspect it was very quick. I came a lot, I know that and shot all of it deep inside you, fucking brilliant, but I hoped against hope you were careful with taking your pill!

***

"I need a drink," I said getting up in the dark "Would you like a beer or wine matt?"

"Wine if you're having that" you said remaining lying in the middle of the lounge floor.

I poured the wine and brought the two glasses and the bottle, which I suspected we would finish, back to where you were sprawled on the floor. Seeing you laid out like that suddenly reminded me of that night in my flat when I had gone to bed and you 'trashed' the place. Not a nice memory. Another vision also came into my mind, the bottle or a glass of red toppling over and making a fucking great stain on Carey's cream coloured carpet; I had enjoyed fucking on it, but doubted I'd enjoy cleaning it.

"Come on," I said, grabbing your hand.

"What?"

"We aren't drinking red wine on that carpet,"

"Where we going then, the carpet in the bedroom's white."

"Come with me, I need fag in any case."

"What?"

"You wanted us to have a fuck outside earlier, so now we can have a cigarette or two together out there, it's a warm night."

"Oh right, fucking brilliant."

At the back of the cottage there was a small courtyard, it was totally secluded and even if anyone came to the front door they wouldn't be able to see anything. We wandered out there and sat side by side on a low bench looking out to the countryside, which was lit up by the bright moon. My nipples were soon hard again, this time, though it wasn't with sexual arousal.

You put your arm round me and I cuddled up to you and tucked my feet under my bum as we both lit Marlboro reds. I don't smoke that much and never with non smokers, but a few drinks before and a few fags after with a fellow addict is fucking marvellous I think.

We chatted quite easily. It wasn't like before in the pub. There was no pretence of a date here, we didn't need to make small talk or search for items of common interest. There was only one item on our agenda, sex. We talked about last time, of course, but didn't get into the way we had fought when you had dominated me. We chatted about the pub and the walk home.

"God I so wanted to fuck you in that doorway," you said stroking my boob.

"I know baby."

"Have you ever had sex in places like that Cat?"

"What sort of places?"

"Where you might get caught? Does that turn you on or am I just a pervy kid"

"I have actually yes and no you aren't," I said looking up and pecking you on the cheek, "You're aunty Cat's tomboy, that's what you are baby." You smiled. I went on. "I think it's quite a common sort of fantasy really, lots of people want to try it. Exhibitionism it's called."

"Can we some time?"

"We'll see," I replied quite wary of thinking about what might happen in the future, that's if there was one for us.

Slowly our conversation became slightly more stilted, we began to run out of things to say or, was it that we wanted to discuss one topic in particular, I wondered as I felt you fingernails grazing across the top of my left tit? I stroked the inside of your leg and, looking down saw that you were hardening. Were you thinking the same as me I wondered as the sight of you mother, my sister Janis, filled my mind.

"So you enjoyed going out to dinner with me did you?" I asked.

"Yes it was fantastic, I want to do it more, can we?"

Again I was as non-committal as I could be.

"Maybe." I changed the subject. Smiling I said. "Well it looked to me like you made a conquest in the pub."

"What, who, oh him, the queer?"

"Not queer luv, gay is better."

"OK gay, don't be daft, I'm not that way."

"You never know Matt," I said carefully. I was remembering that I had admitted that I had slept with women and may even have told you, or at least implied that something had gone on between Janis and me. This was a ticklish topic. "Lots of people Matt can enjoy both ways you know."

"Yes I know and you said you did, didn't you?"

I was stroking your leg as I said this and accidentally I ran it up too far and touched your balls; it took me a moment to realise that your cock wasn't hanging down as it had been just a moment ago I looked down. It wasn't at full mast, but it was at a good half lying horizontally across your lower stomach. Something was arousing you? Was it my nudity, talk of the gay guy or of me having gone with women? I decided to find out so I stroked your cock. Its warm half hardness was lovely.

"So my superstud, what's caused this?" I asked. "Are you thinking about something in particular or............" I paused before adding "Someone in particular."

***

So many fucking brilliant things had happened to me since that first time I came to your flat. The few days there ending up with us having an afternoon and evening of awesome sex had been incredible and now, in a different way, similar things were happening. 

We'd only been here about three fucking hours, I smiled realising that for once I was using fucking appropriately, and we'd fucked already fucked three times. There was clearly more to come including you coming through with your promise to suck my cock. Alright you had done that at your flat, but that was a bit forced. This time you had said you wanted to do it. I was wondering whether you would let me cum in your mouth and even more incredibly would you swallow my cum.

The fuck on the floor was fantastic as you let me do it bareback and you'd followed that up by taking me outside and sitting smoking and drinking stark, bullock naked. How about that for classy fucking sex, I thought.

Since that time when I had held you down on the floor in your flat and interrogated you about sex as we sort of reversed roles and I took over, I had tried to make my mind up on a couple of things. I was sure you had admitted to having been with women, so I had accepted that you were bi. That actually fuckingwell thrilled me and I'd had numerous wanks visualising you with a number of famous birds. The thing I wasn't so sure about, though, was if anything had gone on between you and my mum. I knew we had got onto that topic and I recalled saying that when I shot my load over your tits I was imagining that they were hers, which I was. I think I also told you that I fantasised about having sex with her. You were very understanding about that as you had been about so many things; that really had helped me 'grow up' so quickly sexually.

At the flat, as the evening had worn on I really had begun to think you were some form of slut. I had no comprehension of the concept of being wanton and lewd as part of sex, but being sophisticated and respectable at other times. So after you let me fuck you and we did all those things together, I was confused. I was also a little pissed and reached a totally incorrect conclusion. Over the ensuing months I had read a lot about sex and I had understood more about how you could do what we had done together, yet still me my well respected aunty Cat. You really were able to be a lady in the drawing room and a whore in the bedroom and by fuck, didn't that make me a lucky boy.

All these thoughts and more: the near sex in the doorway, the way that gay had looked at me and made me feel aroused, thinking about you with other women, being naked with you and having your hand stroking up and down my inner thigh was making me harden. Not fully yet, that was too soon, after all I hade only taken my cock out of ten or fifteen minutes ago and I had cum three times in a short while. But I knew it wouldn't take long. I had been with that young slag Tracy all one afternoon and evening and we'd fucked six or seven times and she wasn't a patch on you.

To be truthful, though, it wasn't just your naked body, your hand on my thigh, my fingers on your tit or the other things I had been thinking about, which was reviving my hard on. It was also thinking about my mum. Since I had last seen you at the party and between then and that first time in your flat, I had found it almost impossible to think of you without my mum's image also entering my mind.

I was so fucking curious about you and her, I just had to know. Yet at the same time I was so horny about her. It had taken me a lot of soul searching and research and reading to recognise and accept that I wanted to have sex with my mother.

So when you asked whether I was thinking of 'someone in particular,' I knew the taboo topic was rearing its head. 

I felt fucking terrible. I felt like a little kid being asked to own up to something. I was embarrassed, guilty and ashamed, but so fucking aroused that I'm sure my cock twitched.

I mumbled something like "Thinking about you and other women."

"Really?" You replied quietly, your soft fingertips just millimetres from my balls.

"Yes, it excites me."

"So it does most me, Matt, that's very common, men like a bit of lessy action."

That made you laugh a little.

"Yes I watch it on the porn sites with me mates."

"Naughty," you said giving my leg a slap. "I bet you've got some girl rock or film stars you really fancy haven't you?"

"Yes, yes of course I have."

"So do you imagine me having sex with them?" You asked as your cool fingers snaked around my cock.

I didn't reply for a moment or two as I enjoyed the sensations of your fingers on my cock and tried to imagine what it would feel like when it was your lips wrapped round it. It was probably a wrong move, for I let you work me up too much. Not so that I was near to cumming, there was plenty of time before that. It was so that my inhibitions seemed to vanish. I felt able to do and say anything.

"No Cat, not with them."

"But you presumably visualise me doing it with someone don't you?" You asked so fucking provocatively you must have known what you were doing.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Want to tell me who Matt?"

In what was probably no more than a whimper I stammered. "I don't know."

"Matt I think you do know and I think you should say. Please?" You asked so pleadingly that I simply couldn't refuse, not that I wanted to really.

Just one word slid so quietly and easily slid from my mouth. Even though neither of us may have heard it we both knew full well what that three lettered was.




Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 03



***

So there it was. It was in the open and on the table. The issue between us, the one that intrigued each of us and the one that in some ways bound us together, the almost unspoken, taboo had been announced.

I hadn't even thought that when I raised the gay who looked at you in a very fancying way, where it would lead. As we chatted about me being bisexual I hadn't considered that it could take us down the route it did. I guess deep down, though that when I asked whether you imagined me being with other women and who they were, I was starting to see a glimmer of light at the end of our tunnel of ambiguity. And when I 'insisted' that you tell me who I think I knew that the one word answer that you whimpered to me would be.

"Mum."

As you said that I felt your body shudder. You were crying and my heart went out to you.

"Come on baby, let's go in?" I said stubbing my Marlboro out and making a mental note to clear the stubs up before Janos arrived tomorrow.

You held my hand as we walked in and I shut and bolted the doors.

"Let's go to bed shall we Matt?" I asked softly.

Your sobbing had stopped.

"Sorry Cat, I'm acting like a kid."

"Oh darling don't be sorry, there's no need," I said my heart going out to you as I closed the gap between us, took your face in my hands and, standing on tip toe, reached up and planted little kisses all over your mouth. "It's ok, you're with me, you're with Cat, your aunty, and you don't have to worry or be sorry about something like that."

We kissed properly then and moulded our bodies together. Your nearly full erection pressed into me and I squashed my tits against your firm, slim and so wonderfully taught chest. My hands ran up and down your equally taught and muscular back eventually finding the two pert cheeks of your youthful bum. I squeezed it and pulled you harder against me thinking 'Young men are fucking wonderful' as I savoured you body against mine.

I broke my mouth away and put my lips against your ear. I poked the tip of my tongue in a little and then whispered.

"Come on baby, let aunty take you upstairs and suck that fabulous cock of yours."

***

I felt fucking stupid crying, but somehow it all just got to me. But why fucking cry? Fuck knows, whoever he is, I didn't.

It was, though something that troubled me. I couldn't talk to anyone about the fact that I fancied my mother and wanted to have sex with her, it was simply impossible. But I had to get it out of my system, I had to bare my soul as it were and I wanted to tell you, so I did.

As usual you so amazingly understood. I had just told you, my aunt, twenty five years my senior that I fantasised about you and my mother, your sister, having sex and what did you do? You kissed me, shoved your tongue in my ear and said that you wanted to take me upstairs and suck my cock. How fucking cool was that?

"Do you fantasise anything else about Janis?" You asked as you laid me down in the middle of the bed. "Just a sec," you went on walking out of the room and down the stairs. 

The sight of your bare arse wiggling as you went across the room was only matched by the sight of your bare tits jiggling as you returned. Each of those sights, though were almost surpassed as you went round the room placing and lighting a number of lovely smelling candles. Standing beside the bed you looked fantastic with the light flickering across your body.

"So do you?" You asked getting in the bed, pulling the light duvet over us and cuddling up to me, your fingers running up my nearly erect cock as if to check that it was still there.

In the bed, in the semi darkness, my arm round your shoulders, your head on my chest your blonde hair grazing my body, I felt better, more relaxed and less inhibited. I felt more able to open up as I wanted to.

"Yes I do."

"Do you want to tell me bout it Matt or, shall I guess?"

"I'll tell you," I replied loving the feel of your body in my arms. Fuck, I thought, it feels so good to be with a woman lime this, the sex is hardly needed.

"I imagine me having sex with her as well, is that terrible?"

"No, it's quite common, loads of blokes do."

"Phew that makes me feel better," I replied as I felt you lightly kissing my chest.

"Good, that's what aunties are for, to make their nephews feel better," you said quietly as you licked and kissed further down my chest, nearly to my waist. The duvet had slid down a bit, but half your head was now under it.

"Have you done anything?" I heard from under the duvet.

"Er no, well not really."

"What do you mean, not really, have you or not?" you said as my body jumped when I felt your tongue licking my stomach.

"No, all I've done is sort of walked around a bit in my pants or wrapped in a towel."

"How did she react?" You asked taking hold of my dick.

"I don't know, once as I came out of the bathroom we almost bumped into each other and she looked me up and down."

"What sort of look."

"She looked like you did just now standing beside the bed."

My body jerked for instead of replying you licked the tip of my cock. It was fucking amazing.

"How do you mean Matt, turned on as I was?"

"Yes, exactly."

"I see," you said just before I felt the most marvellous sensation as your mouth slid down my cock.

***

As I slid your cock into my mouth I was wondering whether, perhaps, more had gone on between you and Janis, than you were letting on to. I licked and sucked, slurped and kissed your dick, bringing it another marvellously hard erection as I cupped and gently squeezed your balls. You were moaning, groaning and sighing, clearly loving all I was doing, but then I would fuckingwell hope so too. I as good as took it out and just held the bloated tip resting on my lower lip.

"Nice, baby?" I asked stroking your balls.

"Fucking amazing Cat," you groaned your hands running through my hair.

"So nothing more has happened between you and her?"

"No, just looks several times. I even left my door open once when I was naked and I saw her looking at me."

"She didn't do anything though?"

"No.

"But you wanted her to?"

"Oh God yes, I can't explain it."

I pushed the duvet back so you could see me sucking you. You tasted good and felt even better on my tongue and lips. 

When I really fancy a man I simply adore fellating him. Isn't that a great word? So much more evocative than the female equivalent of cunnilingus, what a crap word that is!

Although I'd 'fellated' you before, you tasted so much different this time. Now it was mutually tender lovemaking, well at least two way sex and not the rough 'suck my cock bitch' type of thing it had been on my lounge floor. I gave it all I had.

++++

It was incredible. Fucking you is amazing. The feel of your tight, hot, wet cunt gripping my cock as I slide in is awesome. That's better than the feel of your mouth, tongue and lips, but sucking, somehow, is more intimate and more giving on the woman's part than is fucking. You are doing something to and for me; when we fuck we do it together. When you suck me I am totally yours, so I lay back and love it, fucking marvellous.

I had nothing to compare your oral skills to. The young birds I got didn't do oral. Instinctively, though, I knew you were good, I knew that before you bobbed your head down my body, your ash blonde hair caressing my stomach. Before you licked me and kissed me, before you slid my hardened cock into your mouth, before you plunged it up and down and before you almost took it out and kissed and licked the bulbous end. I knew it before you licked my balls and sucked them individually then together as you softly masturbated me with your soft fingers. Before you took me back in your mouth and used your fingers to gently squeeze my balls and rub me between my legs on that patch between my scrotum and bumhole. God, I wondered, how did you know just the most perfect things to do and the by far best places to touch me? My entire body felt as it was undergoing a series of electric shocks, you were stimulating me everywhere. It was absolutely fucking amazing.

+++

I love it when a man really reacts to me sexually. When his whole body responds to what I am doing and when our physical and mental states are in sync. As I used every trick, I knew ours were exactly that.

You were moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing. Your head was rolling from side to side, your eyes were clamped shut and your mouth was open as if you were gasping for air. My tits felt incredibly heavy and burning hot. My nipples felt ready to explode there was so much pressure and my clit seemed ready to explode. Your hands were alternating between gripping the bedclothes and my hair as mine moved from your now perfectly rigid cock to your nice big bag of balls and then to between your legs.

Your actions were giving you away; they were betraying you, signalling what was happening to you. You cock was almost vibrating; it got even harder, your body tensed and your hips started to move. Slow at first and then slightly faster you started pumping, pushing with little surges, modest thrusts. Yes slowly, but surely you started to fuck my face, it felt wonderful.

+++

Were you really going to, I wondered? Was it actually going to happen? Surely I couldn't be this lucky? 

A few guys I know had said that a girl had let them cum in their mouth and one boasted that his bird swallowed, but I had my doubts.

We were, though, now well into the swing of it. We had gone past, it seemed to me, a quick suck, this was full oral sex or what my mind considered that to be. We had found a rhythm. My hips started to move in time with your mouth. Your fingers and hands were now fully part of what we were doing, they were wonderfully everywhere and I was loving every bit of it. I just wished I could get my hands to your tits or, better still your pussy, but I didn't have the nerve to move you, I thought maybe not being able to touch you was part of the sucking etiquette.

I knew I was about to cum. Should I warn you? Should I yank it out? Or could you tell that I was near? Again I had no idea what I should do. If I cum and you didn't want that, I'd be in trouble, yet if I pulled out I might miss it. Fuck, what should I do? I was getting very near and my hips were moving, almost of their own volition, in time with your mouth sliding up and down me.

I squeezed your head.

"Oh Cat I am so near, I'm starting," I groaned.

+++

You were considerate enough to warn me, to give me the chance to take you out. I liked your thoughtfulness, but had no intention of doing that.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned through the flesh I had in my mouth sinking my lips further down it.

+++

My balls were tightening, my cock was twitching and throbbing uncontrollably as my cum built up and started its journey.

"Oh God Cat, yes, yes," I groaned.

+++

I smiled as I thought that in porn stories 'His spunk would splatter against the back of my mouth' whereas in the reality of that cottage bed, your cum more squirted and oozed onto my tongue. It isn't a particularly noticeable taste.

Physically, it's not really anything for the woman to let a man cum in her mouth. You don't get a surge of physical feelings as he cums, nothing in your body is particularly sensitised by a gush of semen on your tongue and in your throat. But the emotional outpouring can be huge. And it was for me then. I was doing something to you that I am not too keen on. Other than giving a man my bum, letting him cum in my mouth is probably the biggest gift I can give him

+++

I felt I had done as I should. I had warned you and sort of offered to withdraw. You hadn't let me so I felt that it was ok to cum.

I didn't shoot a big load, but then I had already performed three times in as many hours. It did though feel to be a reasonable amount. It also felt fucking fantastic, so rude, filthy and wanton to be oozing cum straight into your mouth, God it was an amazing feeling. 

I just lay there loving the feeling of my spent cock still in your mouth.

+++ 

After cumming, your cock immediately softened a little. Not that much, but the rigidity went from it. In some ways it felt even better in my mouth, different, but certainly as nice as when hard.

I looked up and sort of smiled. You smiled back. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth a little and then with an exaggerated gesture I swallowed your cum.

+++

"Oh fuck Cat, that's incredible" I gushed as I watched you swallow. I'd read about it and that prick Stevens said a bird had done it for him, but to actually see a woman, my aunt, you really doing it was something else.

+++

Although you had cum, I hadn't, I was still on a sexual high, I was still aroused.

Swallowing your juice was also more of an emotional thing than anything physical, but I loved your reaction.

"Was that good baby?"

"It was incredible."

"You enjoyed it then?" I asked wiggling up the bed and cuddling you.

"Mmmm it was fantastic, thank you," you said kissing me making me half wish I had kept some of your sperm in my mouth, but you probably were not ready for that so it was as well I hadn't.

"You were thinking of me weren't you Matt as I sucked you?" I asked.

I didn't wait for a reply, but went to the bathroom across the landing and gargled with mouthwash.

+++

I dozed. I felt I fucking well deserved it. I felt proud of myself that I had performed four times in about four hours getting completely hard and cumming quite a lot each time. Smiling, I just hoped you were beginning to realise fully how good young blokes can be; what we may lack in technique we certainly make up in fucking power. 

As my heavy eyes started closing I glanced at my watch and realised with a thrill that we still had hours left tonight. I also realised with yet another thrill that we were actually going to sleep together. The idea of you lying naked beside me in my arms as we slept was almost, but not quite, enough to start another hard on.

As you messed around in the bathroom, a couple of times walking out past the bed to get things from your bag, so I suddenly realised it was a little bit like being at home. 

It was like it was sometimes when dad was away and it was just mum and me there. How she would be in the bathroom just round a corner from my room, just a few feet from me, probably naked as I lie in bed my erection growing by the second as I thought of her, visualising her big tits, bare and sagging a bit. That would put some young blokes off I knew, but not me, I love big tits even if they are a bit saggy.

When I hear mum turn the bathroom light off I always go completely hard, as I know she will come into my bed to say good night and give me a kiss on the cheek. Naturally, but frustratingly, she will have slipped into one of her several dressing gowns. I like the pink, silky full length one best. It has plunging lapels that I am always hoping will slip just a little further apart showing me here tits. Opts almost happened numerous times, but always, right at the last second she seems to catch them and pull them back together again. It's almost as if she's teasing me. I sometimes wonder if she is and what she would do if I grabbed the fucking lapels, pulled them apart and buried my face between her doubled D saggy tits.

The 'night night' kiss is absolutely magic and so fucking horny I almost cum.

She half opens the door and nearly always whispers "Are you awake Matt?" I say no and she opens the door and stands there for a few moments the light from the landing behind her. I often wish she had one of those thin gowns that go almost see through with the light behind them.

"I've just come to say good night," she says, moving over to the bed. 

She has to bend over of course and that is fucking marvellous. I see more and more of her tits and I just know one day I'll cop a gander at the lot, yes I'm sure that soon she's going to flash them at me, or is that totally wishful thinking?

As she leans over me and her lips brush my cheek I wonder how I stop myself reaching up and grabbing her boobs, they're so close. I know that one day soon I will forget and will do it.

I sometimes think she sort of lingers leaning over me, but I can't be sure. I just wish I knew what to do.

It was just so like at home then, for you opened the door and stood momentarily with the light from the landing behind you. There were two differences though from when mum does it. Firstly you were totally naked and secondly when you came to the bed I did grab your tits.



Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 04



To gain a better understanding of the characters and the plot, I strongly recommend reading some earlier parts, although this should stand ok by itself.

*

I couldn't sleep. For a start I was now unused to sharing a bed and every time you moved and every small noise you made seemed to keep me more awake. But mostly it was thinking about us and what I was doing that prevented sleep. 

I felt a lot of guilt and shame, but in the main was able to suppress it and had got used to living with it. What was nagging at me, mostly, was that tomorrow Janis, your mother, my sister, would arrive and the three of us would be together all the evening and night and the next day. On top of all that there was another issue troubling me. There really was just one usable bed, the one we were sharing, the one I would tell Janis I had shared with my daughter Sara and the one that tomorrow night I would share with her.

Inevitably, my thoughts went back all those years to when she and I were both teenagers; there is only thirteen months between us. We had always been close, sharing everything and doing most things together, we were as inseparable as most twins.

We had sailed through puberty and were in our late teens. Whilst neither of us was particularly promiscuous, we had numerous boy friends and by the time she was nearly twenty and I was a year younger the days of losing our virginities were dim memories.

I had just been given up by an older bloke. I came in crying. Mum and dad were away for the weekend. I went straight to my bedroom and undressed. Janis asked what was the matter? I didn't want to tell her at first, but then I did. She came in, she was in a dressing gown, and I was in my nightie, a baby doll I remember. She consoled me. 

How the hell that consoling necessitated us lying on my bed I had no idea? 

How helping a sister overcome being given up required me to be in her arms our bodies pressed together from head to toe, I didn't know.

How Janis' hand on my breast was supposed to be comforting, I couldn't tell.

And how her mouth closing on mine and her tongue edging past my lips, which I welcomingly opened, was part of a reassuring process I just couldn't fathom.

What I could tell, understand and fathom was that I enjoyed it. I welcomed it in fact and I started to give back as much as she gave me. 

And then I could understand why we cupped each others breasts, why my baby doll slid off me and why her dressing gown was open right down the front. Yes then I did appreciate why we were both naked and my nipples were in her mouth and my hand was between my sister's legs.

That had been the start. It went on for around a year or so I suppose. It wasn't an every night, day or week event; just something we did when we both needed it. Of course we drifted apart when we both married and lived miles away, but I never stopped thinking about her and those few months when we went further and further with our bisexual sibling, incestuous love.

+++

Although I saw you in the doorway, although I saw you naked and although when you came to the bed, unlike mum, you got in and I held your tits, we didn't have sex. I don't know whether that was down to you or me, but I felt absolutely fucked and was soon asleep. I remembered nothing more until I suddenly woke up wondering where the hell I was. 

As was quite usual, though, I had a hard on. The difference was that this time it was pressing against your bum and that made me aware of where I was. Your bent back was 'staring' at me. I touched it hoping I wasn't dreaming. It felt real. I slid my arms round you and cupped your breasts. God they felt good. Heavy and full, smooth and malleable. They were lovely. I squeezed and was rewarded by your body jerking slightly and by hearing a low moan as, suddenly I realised I wouldn't need to have my usual morning wank to get rid of my hard on; I could fuck you instead.

I stroked your tits and found your nipples as I pressed against you, my cock nestling into that mysterious, to me, crevice between your nicely rounded cheeks.

"Mmmmm, that's nice baby," I heard you sigh. 

I decided to try it on. Why not I thought? Most of the time, quite naturally, you directed and organised things. You were the teacher and I was the pupil. You called the shots, decided when, where and how we would do it. So it seemed right that it was now my turn. My turn to lead, my turn to direct events; yes my turn to initiate a fuck with you.

I kissed your neck. I licked up and down it as with one hand I continued fondling your tits and with the other I grabbed my cock. I pushed it between your legs. It was a tight fit and I wasn't quite sure what to do. The precise geography of 'down there' was still a bit of mystery to me. I smiled, though, as you moved your legs and the tip of my cock found your slit for I was thinking 'Later I would get you to let me have a really good look at your pussy.'

+++

I lay there being fucked from behind. I didn't have to do anything, not that there was much I could do, being on my side and bent at the middle with your arms round me and your hands gripping my tits. It was gorgeous. 

Before you'd got going, you had taken a bit of time getting your angle right and I'd had to help you. Once in me, though, your natural male instincts took over and you started to shag me with nice, long, deep and even thrusts.

Although it was lovely, my mind began to wander, daft bitch that I am. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only six, but then, I remembered we hadn't been late last night. I thought ahead to the day that we would spend together and then to the evening when Janis would arrive. Shit that was going to be hell. I suddenly also realised that I hadn't seen her without her husband or my ex for many years and certainly we hadn't been alone together, as we would in bed tonight, probably since we left our parent's home.

You increased the depth and pace of your urges in me and that brought me out of my reveries. 

"Oh fuck Cat, this is amazing," you grunted.

I pushed back against you. "What is baby?"

"Fucking from behind like this."

"None of your bikes rides let you do this the?"

"No," you gasped "It's my first time."

It didn't take much longer for you to be near.

"Oh God yes," you moaned holding yourself stiff and still right up me.

I wanted to cum, in fact having missed out when I sucked you last night I needed to. I squirmed on your rigid cock and pushed my tits hard against your hands. At the same time I reached down and behind me and managed to find your balls. I squeezed them, bringing a lovely sounding groan from. That did the trick and just as you started to spurt so my emotions overflowed and I climaxed.

"What a brilliant fucking start to the day, baby," I said turning round and kissing you.

"Mmmm it was fantastic, thanks."

"No thank you," I replied starting to slide out the bed. I grabbed your hand "Come on," I said pulling you.

"Where we going?"

"You'll see," I responded.

++++

It hadn't really registered with me until you had fiddled your bottom around and I had slid into you that this would be my first fuck from behind. Although it was hard getting in you, once in it was fucking amazing, or even amazing fucking, dependent upon your perspective! 

Not only did I seem to go deeper into you, but it was fantastic being moulded round your bent back with my body squashed against yours from my mouth in your hair to my toes which were pressing upwards onto the soles of your feet. But the icing on the fucking cake, of course, was being able to reach round you and hold your tits. As you were leaning forward a little on your side, they were hanging loose as it were. That made it easy for me to cup, squeeze, caress, fondle and knead them. They seemed even bigger, fuller and heavier like this. I lifted them up, pushed them together and pulled them apart. I pinched and pulled your nipples and squashed the whole lot into one mass of tit flesh. God it felt sensational. And to be able to do that with my cock buried deep in you as we fucked was simply out of this world.

It didn't take me long to be near to cumming and I have to admit I had forgotten about you. The sensations of this new way of shagging had made me lose all thoughts of everything other than fucking you and my pleasure. Everything was tightening up in preparation to me delivering my load when I felt what was simply the most sexy fucking thing I think I had ever felt. Your hand reached around your body and grabbed my balls. That put me right over the top and I shot my lot in you with a strength that I was surprised didn't make my stuff come out of your mouth.

I think I made you cum, but I wasn't sure, but to be truthful I didn't really care. 

I'm sure I softened and probably my cock slipped out of you, but I don't remember, for no sooner had I shot my lot up you than, so it seemed, we were both asleep.

I woke up when you grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I asked where we were going, thinking it might be a bath together, something we hadn't done yet, but was something I really wanted to do. It wasn't though for you led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I saw the clock and realised we had slept for two hours.

"What's happening?" I asked when you undid the back door and led me through the courtyard where we had sat smoking last night. You didn't reply. Not that I cared for I was walking slightly behind and to one side. Your bum was wobbling and wiggling wonderfully and your boobs were bobbing and bouncing beautifully; you were quite a sight.

"Oh yes, fucking great," I gushed as you turned round the end of a shoulder height hedge and stood beside the pool.

Turning to me you pressed your naked body against mine and said.

"This'll help us clean up and wake up. You ever been skinny dipping before Matt?"

And with that you turned and dived gracefully into to pool.

I knew I would simply have to fuck you in that pool before I went home.

+++

It's so lovely to swim naked, I always think. It's such a nice feeling, but of course it cannot be divorced from sex. It is an overtly sexual act. Naturalists may dispute it and they probably have the emotional make up to back it up, but I can see no other reason for swimming naked than to be fucked.

I did a quick two lengths as my eye watched you firstly standing on the side, soft, then sitting, half erect and then standing in the pool. I swam over to you.

"Ok Matt?"

"Wonderful," you replied cupping my breasts.

I reached down and grabbed you. My heart leaped when I felt how hard you were. You were ready again.

"I bet none of your bike rides has let you fuck them in a pool have they?"

"Of course not aunty," you jokingly replied pressing your cock hard against me. "Are you going to let me?"

I didn't reply. Instead I put my arms round your neck, kissed you and using the buoyancy of the water, lifted myself up and wrapped my legs round your hips. You grabbed me under my bum and held me there your cock pressed against the length of my slit, the top of it pressing right against my clit. I could have got myself off like that!

+++

As usual you surprised me, and what a fucking surprise this one was. I couldn't stop getting another erection as I watched you swim up and down the pool. Your bum was breaking the surface of the water and your tits were hanging down as you moved up and down the pool. It really was as sexy a sight as I had seen for ages and since knowing you I had seen a few.

When I got in the pool, rather self-consciously hiding my hard on, for I thought a grown up should have more control, things got even sexier. You were all over me and I realised that I wouldn't have to wait too long for that dream of a fuck in a swimming pool.

Actually it was bloody difficult and, although the thought that we were shagging outside and in a swimming pool was fucking exciting, the actual act was nowhere near as amazing as I had thought it would be.

Despite you climbing all over me and pressing your pussy right against my hard on, actually getting it in you was bloody awkward. You were hanging onto me round the neck with your legs wrapped round my waist. Lovely. Your tits were squashed against my chest and we were kissing. Bloody brilliant. My cock was pressed right against the open lips of your pussy. Fucking marvellous. But each time I moved you away a little, got hold of my cock and tried to shove it in you, the fucking water got in the way. It was like, as they say, pushing water uphill, in fact I was trying to push water uphill. Every time I got myself lined up to shove it in you so a fucking wave would wash over my cock and fill your hole.

I started to panic a bit. I thought it was just me, that it was my fault, that I was deficient. I thought that you had probably been fucked in this pool, maybe by that bloke we met in the pub or by Uncle Kevin, many times and I visualised you having powerful orgasms with them unlike the dowsings you were getting up your pussy from me.

+++

Kevin and I had shagged in swimming pools several times and I knew it was a little like anal sex; more an emotional than a physical delight. It's so bloody awkward that the end result hardly warrants the effort, but I knew it would excite you and, after all I was educating you. Wasn't that really the main motivation for me, your Aunt, having this affair with my nephew, an eighteen, nearly nineteen year old? Yeah like fuck it was, but I could kid myself couldn't I? The main reason was right at that moment trying to wiggle its way inside me after doing that most satisfactorily a couple of hours ago and several times in a few hours yesterday. Yes I had fallen for young cock and boy did you have that.

"Oh fuck Cat," I'm sorry, you groaned missing the target for about the third time.

+++

I just couldn't get my cock at the right angle to really shove at you and even when I did the force of the fucking water stopped me getting in. I felt a right prick and apologised to you.

"Don't worry love, it is hard I know, even Kevin had difficulty. Here try like this," you replied turning round and holding onto the side with your hands. 

That made your bum stick out nicely. As I bent my knees to lower myself I saw that you'd opened your legs. You looked great and I felt fantastic as I realised it wasn't me being a stupid, inexperienced kid.

I got hold of my cock again and had a shock. The fucking thing was going soft. That had never happened before. It was the bloody cold water, it had to be.

I tried shoving it in like that, but it was hopeless, it just didn't have the rigidity to push through your lips let alone the water as well. I began to panic and that just made things worse, I came out completely. As I did I lost even more of my hardness, the fucking thing had shrivelled up to its usual flaccid size, fuck it.

+++

I wanted you to fuck me, so when it was clear that you were struggling to find the right angle for proper penetration from the front I turned round. Leaning on the side of the pool I offered myself to you so you could, as you had in bed this morning, have from behind.

I was leaning with my arms straight out in front of me, my body at an angle to the floor of the pool and my legs quite wide open. My tits were hanging down just right for you to be able to hang onto them as you fucked me. I couldn't work out for a while what was happening for you were pushing against my lips, but nothing was going in. 

I grunted. "Let me help," and reached down to get hold of you, but you moved away.

"No it's ok" you said.

"Well come on I'm bloody well gagging for it," I smiled looking forward to that marvellous feeling as a cock surges up me.

I felt a few more fumbles on my pussy and then it struck what must have happened. I turned and cuddled you. You tried to stop your body touching me beneath the waist and I quickly reached down. Yes you'd gone soft.

+++

'Oh fuck,' I thought as your hand found my pathetic excuse for a cock. 'How can I cope with that?' But as usual, you were brilliant.

You took my hand, pressed it on your breast so that my palm was on your nipple, your very, very hard nipple. You said.

"It's bloody cold in here isn't it? Come on."

You climbed out your great arse grazing against my head. Reaching down and dangling your tits most appealingly in front of my eyes you put your hand out and helped pull me out of the pool.

We stood on the side naked and dripping water onto the fake grass like they have on some football pitches. The sun was warm as we fell into each others arms and kissed. It really was a great feeling to be standing outside, totally naked, with your body pressed against mine, our mouths clamped together and our lips and bodies squirming against the other.

You broke the kiss and without looking down at my embarrassment or even mentioning it, you took my hand and led me away from the pool towards a big willow tree. You leaned forward against it, stuck your bum out, opened your legs, looked round and said as you saw my now stunning erection.

"I get the impression you like fucking aunty from behind Matt."



Perspectives the Sequel Ch. 05



I could hardly believe that when we went back to the cottage and I saw the time that it was only eight o' clock. At home with mum and dad in the holidays that was before my getting up time, but here in Norfolk with my amazing aunty, I was up and about and had had two fucks before breakfast. 

Although, of course, to get rid of the traditional morning hard on I often had a wank before getting up, I'd never had sex before in the morning. I did, though, often imagine that I had sex, for as I lay in my bed, covered just with a sheet and sometimes not even that, jacking off, I could here mum in her room or the bathroom or downstairs. I would take risks, leave the door open, have my body uncovered, almost wanting her to see me.

I would imagine her walking in and catching me and staring at my hand wrapped my stunningly hard cock. I would look at her guiltily, but wouldn't stop. I imagined her saying something like, 'You shouldn't really be doing that Matt,' and me replying 'I know, but I can't help it?' I hear in my mind her saying 'And why is that baby?' and me replying as we look at each other 'You know why mum don't you?" Time and time again, I then hear her saying 'I know you can't help it baby, and I know what you are thinking, would you like me to help you?'

Of course she no more says that than does it, but its fantastic wank material, even though it has been somewhat surpassed in the last year when at least as many of my wanks have been over you.

"You want a fried breakfast, just cereal or shall we go out?" You said, pulling me away from imaging mum laying beside me, undoing her dressing gown and lolloping her big tits out as she moves my hand away and grasps my dick.

"Er, I don't really mind," I reply "What would you like to do?"

"Tell you what, let's get dressed, go into Aldburgh, have some breakfast and do a little shopping. Ok?"

"Yeah sure," I replied not really giving a fuck what we did as I suddenly remembered mum would be here this afternoon and that would bring and end to my sex with you. Still I thought, what a jerk off scene I would have tonight; imagining the two of you in bed together.

++ 

We drove into town had breakfast in a nice café on the beach and then wandered round the old town peering in the antique, arts and crafts and clothes shops. It was actually good fun and in a weird way it made me feel young again, as if we were boy and girl friend. At one stage as we walked up an empty street we even held hands.

"I'm really enjoying this," you said squeezing my hand, "Can we do it more often when we get home?"

"We'll see," I replied totally non committedly for I was dreading the future. Dreading it because I didn't want to leave you, but I knew I could handle that. More because I knew that the more often we saw each other the more the chances of being caught out increased and that scared the shit out of me. At the same time, I knew that I was now obsessed with sex with a young man. It suddenly occurred to me, that if it wasn't you then it would probably be another eighteen year old for I didn't think I could now do without what youth supplies. But with another kid there wouldn't be the added buzz of the forbidden, I realised.

My phone rang. I answered it.

"Fuck," I said cutting the link.

"What?"

"Janis is going to be early."

"Bollocks, what time?"

"About three,"

"Oh shit and fuck."

I smiled at how easily and crudely in a nice way we could swear like that.

"I'll pass on the former, but we ought to do something about the latter."

"What?"

"Let's forget the shit and instead let's fuck, come on."

You laughed. "Ok cool, let's go."

++

I really couldn't believe just how horny and how adventurous you were.

Once in the car, still in the car park, you kissed me. As we drove out of the town you put your hand on my leg and once we were in the country, you slid your hand up so it was pressing against my bulge. I started to get hard. 

"We didn't come this way did we?" I asked.

"No this is the scenic route," you replied

"How come, it looks all the same to me bloody flat."

I was gobsmacked when using one hand you undid your blouse so I could see your tits in the tight, see through bra.

Smiling at me you said. "There that's scenic and not too flat isn't it?"

I laughed. It was fucking great being grown up I thought as I reached across and fondled them. You didn't seem to care about oncoming cars, but then I doubt they could really see anything.

I had no idea where we were going and quite frankly I couldn't give a fuck for I now had both of your tits out of your bra. Then you pulled off the road and we were hidden from view in a little wood. You stopped the car, but left the engine running.

"Put your left hand down the side of the seat," you told me.

"What for?"

"Just do as you are told and find the button that pushes the seat back."

I did.

"Now the one that reclines a bit."

I did. "Hey where you going?" I asked as you got out.

"I'm too old to climb over the gear stick," you replied walking round the car and opening your door.

++ 

I hadn't planned any of this. I was purely going with my instincts, doing what the combination of my mind and body said I should. It was wonderful being miles away from home in the country where nobody knew me. I felt free and liberated, adventurous and ambitious, but most of all I felt super-randy and was thinking 'Fuck it if anyone does see me.'

"What's going on?" You asked

I looked into the car and smiling said.

"For what I have in mind Matt, I think you are overdressed, push your shorts down."

I didn't really need to look, but of course I did. You were hard. Your sturdy, quite long cock was laying stretched up your wonderfully flat stomach seeming to be waiting there for its next customer. I couldn't help letting out a small gasp. "Pull your tee shirt right up."

You pulled it over your head.

"No keep it on love, just in case," I warned.

"Oh right yes I see what you mean," you said putting it back on.

"No roll it up round your neck, baby, I want to squash my tits against your chest."

"Oh fuck Cat," you groaned doing exactly what I wanted.

I was looking right into your eyes as I reached up my skirt, found the elastic of my thong and in one quick movement pulled it down my legs and off. I went to throw it onto the driver's seat, but you caught it. Looking right into my eyes, you brought your hand up to your face and rubbed my panties all over your cheeks and lips. You pressed them against your nose.

"You smell fantastic cat."

Now it was me who was learning, I'd never had a man sniff my panties before.

I don't know what made me say it you as I started to get into the car on your side facing you, with my back to the windscreen.

"Do you do that to mum's pants Matt?"

"Yes," you stammered, "Sometimes I do."

"Like Janis' is it Matt, the smell?"

"Yes, just like mum."

With some, no actually with considerable, difficulty I straddled you. I had left my blouse undone so it was quick and easy to slip my tits out from my bra. I held them and pressed them against your face. You licked them, it was nice, but I was realising that I really was getting too old for sex in a car.

++

Another first. I was going to fuck in a car parked in a wood. Fucking brilliant. 

You'd left the windows down a bit. 'To stop us steaming up' you'd said and the smell of the countryside was drifting in and mingling with your perfume and that musky aroma of sex. It was incredibly heady stuff particularly when you pressed your tits against my face, reached down, grabbed my cock, straightened it up, positioned me against your lips then slowly let yourself sink down on it. Was that some fucking amazing feeling or not.

"Fuck yes Cat, that's incredible."

++

I'm not sure there is any sexual action that compares to a cock going up you as you lower your cunt onto it. In part it is the sheer depth of the penetration and in part the way the man stimulates your lips, insides and clit all at the same time. Overall though a key differentiating feature is that the girl is on top and in control.

As I did that to you, I know I let out a deep groan.

"Yes baby, yes," I sighed wiggling my tit closer to your mouth as I grabbed your head burying my hands in your hair, which was now much longer than the rather punky style you'd had when we first had sex.

I started to fuck you. Up and down, wiggle a bit, caress the clit on the hilt of your cock then more up and down and in and out. I was really getting into the rhythm of being on top and I liked it, but then I was the teacher wasn't I?

++ 

We had some grocery shopping to do so we eventually got 'home' around one. The fuck in the car had been fantastic. 

Although I have this yen at times to take over and dominate you, it was still fucking amazing to give into an older woman's desires and have her fuck me. My mates would be so sodding envious, but of course I could never tell them, well apart from Robbo that is, but then we tell each other simply everything.

I felt rotten as we took the packages of food and the tees shirts you'd bought me as presents into the cottage. This was all going to end within the next few hours and I had no idea for you had given me no clue as to whether we would see each other again after I went home with mum.

"So she's going to be here when?" I asked as you packed the groceries

You were reaching up into one of the cupboards your top riding up and flashing the skin of your waist and back.

"About three, she said."

"Fuck just two hours."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but remember we took Sara to the station this morning and you slept on the sofa last night, don't forget that will you?"

"No I won't, don't worry. I don't want mum knowing I have been fucking her sister."