11 comments/ 39840 views/ 46 favorites Incest WW2 Style By: monicaelwes Lying on his narrow bed in the terraced house in East London he was imagining that his hand, which was clasped tightly round his cock was her cunt. As he pumped his hand up and down he was thinking that he was fucking her and that as his sperm shot out and onto his chest and stomach he was envisaging her having a massive orgasm with him. Of course it was all in his mind. Of course he had never fucked her or given her a massive orgasm; he was not actually that sure just what an orgasm was! But he so wanted to although deep down he knew it would never happen. That sort of thing just did not go on in the East End of London during the Second World War did it? In the early nineteen forties as the Nazi bombs rained down on London most nights, twenty-one year old nephews didn't fuck their aunts did they? * Charlie was just finishing a degree at London University. He was the first in the Western family and one of a very few from Manor Park to go to university. In the area he was looked on as being a bit special, a brainbox and rather posh. Hence, the tough guys from the area put him down a lot, but did have respect for him as he was a good athlete and had trials for both West Ham and Arsenal football clubs. His dad worked in the docks and his mum worked at the barrage balloon base on Wanstead Flats and part time in the local Co-op on the cheese counter, so they always had a little bit extra. They lived in a small, three bedroomed, terraced house near to Wanstead Flats, which was now a barrage balloon base as a protection from the German bombers for London and the docks. He had a younger brother and sister who shared his bedroom and an aunt, his mother's sister whose husband was in the Royal Navy who had the third bedroom, her house in Barking having been bombed. It was cramped, food was short and life was scary due to the frequent air raids by the Luftwaffe, but somehow life continued and the Londoners made the best of a pretty terrible situation. Rose, Charlie's aunt was gorgeous. She had blonde, shoulder-length, wavy hair, a very pretty face along the lines of Angelina Joli, great legs, a wonderful bum and fantastic tits. Probably C cup, although Charlie knew little about bra measurements or bras come to that, he ogled them when she wore the tight sweaters and blouses that were popular at the time. A high spot of his sexual awakening and lust for his aunt came when the whole family, including Rose's husband Jack went to Southend in the August just before the war was declared and they all swam in the sea, well the mouth of the Thames really. Seeing her gorgeous tits almost spilling out of her one-piece bathing suit had given him an erection. Another recent big event for him was when mum and dad took him and his brother and sister and Aunt Rose to Barking park lido and he saw her in a swimsuit again; he had to get into the water quickly to avoid the rest of them seeing his hard on. Since Jack had been away on a destroyer protecting merchant ships sailing from the US to England across the north Atlantic, he had another major moment with Rose. Most nights they did not bother getting undressed and went straight to the air raid shelter to sleep. One particular night the weather was so lousy that the ARP Wardens 'promised' that the huns would not fly. They had all just got to bed when the wailing of the air raid sirens told them just how wrong were the wardens. He got his brother and sister to the shelter before the others and watched in fascination and lust as Rose bending at the waist came up the three steps and through the low doorway into the shelter that was lit just by candles. Despite the dim light, Charlie clearly saw right down the front of her dressing gown and gazed on her full, round tits and prominent nipples. He was so embarrassed when she looked up and caught him staring. Often before the war on a Sunday afternoon when the weather was nice, Jack and Rose would get the bus over to Manor Park from Barking and would join Charlie's immediate family and usually some friends and neighbours as well for a picnic on Wanstead Flats. After eating the egg sandwiches sitting on blankets on the grass they would play games and have races. Seeing Rose in her khaki shorts and tight tee shirt as she ran with her hair and tits flying all over the place was incredible for Charlie. Equally exciting for him was when on particularly hot days they would paddle in one of the pondss and Rose would tuck her skirt into her knickers thus, flashing her long, shapely legs. Rose was thirty eight and was married to Jack who was in his mid-forties. They had been married for over ten years and had been trying for children for most of that time, but had now become reconciled to the fact that was not going to happen. In the tradition of cockney London, they both assumed that it was down to Rose and not the 'obviously virile' Jack. In the years leading up to the war and Jack being called up to the navy they had a fantastic sex life. Both fairly adventurous with almost insatiable appetites for sex they made love most nights, and sometimes in the afternoons as well. After Jack was posted to the north Atlantic destroyer patrol, in addition to the obvious worries of the dangers of being subject to U-boat attacks, Rose was mortified that he would be away for long periods and she would be alone. She loved him deeply and had never been unfaithful to him, but deep down she could not imagine how she would cope without sex for months on end. Since she was sixteen she had been 'regularly serviced' and in the last few years Jack and she had been extremely active. To go from being fucked five or six times a week to not being fucked at all scared the life out of her. She had of course masturbated frequently in her teens, but then so did most girls especially those with a high sex drive like Rose's. Since taking up with Jack in her early twenties, though, she rarely masturbated by herself. There was not the need for Jack satisfied her sexual needs. She did though jerk off for him as they watched each other. They both enjoyed doing that. Now, though, with her 'sex machine' on a ship in the Atlantic Ocean she had to have sex with herself. However, that was not as easy as it seems. Whilst she had her own tiny bedroom, the house was nearly always crowded and the walls were very thin. Fortunately, Rose had a good job working for the Ministry of War in Whitehall the offices of which had spacious toilets where she was able most days to relieve herself. As Milly, Charlie's sister became a teenager her mum and dad realised that the sleeping arrangements in the house were not satisfactory. Although longer term and certainly until the blitz of night time bombing was over, there was no way alternative accommodation was possible, something had to happen. Charlie's mum and dad solved it by arranging to work nights in the docks and at the barrage balloon station. That enabled Milly to sleep in their room and Charlie to share with George his brother. It also made the house less crowded and gave both him and Rose far more opportunities to masturbate. Several times as he lay in bed awake with a raging hard on waiting for George who was just ten to doze off, he thought he heard sounds from Rose's room. They were like low snoring sounds, but of course could have been moans of sexual pleasure. In his mind as he started to pump his bloated cock they were, of course, the latter. Not just the latter brought on by Rose wanking, but also the latter brought on by him shoving his cock up her and fucking her senseless until she had that massive orgasm. Like most young men at the time, Charlie was quite inexperienced sexually. Although he had kissed numerous girls, had titted a few up as it was called and had even fingered two, he did not have his first sex until he was nearly nineteen. Things had changed a bit when he went to university and mixed with some older girls, but still his 'conquests' were limited. Like many kids his age, though, the idea of going with an older woman was a massive turn on for him and over the past few years the focus of his older woman fantasy had been his lovely, sexy aunt. The aunt who now lived in the same house as him, the aunt who slept in a bed just a few feet from him and yes the aunt who he heard making orgasmic groans as she fucked herself to sleep. Rose knew, or was beginning to realise that Charlie had a greater interest in her than was healthy for their relationship. She saw it in his eyes, in the way his gaze lingered, particularly on her breasts or legs when she showed a little too much, how he went out of his way to be close to her or touch her and how he had reacted at Southend and at Barking lido. She had caught him quite blatantly looking down the front of her dress on a couple of occasions and down her dressing gown that time in the shelter. This was not that unusual for she had young guys, as well as older ones, at work behave in a similar way. She was, though, as many war brides were, intent on being faithful as her little part of the war effort! Of course she had lots of opportunities at work to stray with both senior civil servants and officers in the forces, but she had resisted. Although her sexual frustration at times was extreme, as she loved Jack dearly she managed to resist the temptations that came her way. Rose's war time work week in the ministry was six days spread over the seven with one full or two half days off. A messy situation but one that the workers accepted readily, after all the country was at war. Charlie went to the university in Holborn most days, but sometimes just for one lecture or a tutorial after which he would study in the library. Other days he would work from home or when it was warm and sunny he would sit in Lincoln's Inn fields and read. It was rare for him to go to Holborn, attend a lecture and then come home as he did one Thursday in December. Arriving at Manor Park station on the steam train from Liverpool Street he walked alongside the barrage balloon station and the Flats to the road where his house was located. Expecting to see his mum and dad, but not that surprised to see they were not there he let himself in and saw the note on the table saying that they were shopping in Ilford, one railway stop down the line. He started to go upstairs. He was just over half way when he heard a low moan. It was coming from the box room which was to the right at the top of the stairs. He stopped and listened. He heard it again and knew right away who it was and that it was sexual. He stood still knowing that it had to be Rose. Indeed it was. She had got home from work a short while ago and decided to take advantage of being alone in the house, which was a rare luxury. She had stripped and washed at the sink in the kitchen as the house did not have a bathroom and had crept upstairs to her room with her clothes in her hands. Leaving the door ajar thinking she would hear anyone if they came in, she lay naked on her bed and thought of Jack and his gorgeous cock. Her hands strayed over her body visiting her breasts and nipples and sliding between her legs to find her soaked pussy and her clit. It didn't take her long to imagine that she had sucked Jack's dick and that now he was fucking her doggy style as she knelt on the bed. Charlie was in two minds what to do, but decided quickly to go on. Moving as quietly as he could he got to a point where he could see into her room and was amazed to see Rose lying on her bed stark bollock naked with one hand squeezing her tits and the other between her legs. It was an amazing sight and he could not drag himself away. He was instantly hard and started to rub himself as he watched his aunt bringing herself to a wonderful and fairly noisy climax. As she shuddered towards it she turned her head. Charlie moved away quickly and crept downstairs hoping she had not seen him. As noisily as possible he opened and slammed the front door making out that he had just come in. He was standing by the table in the back room where they had their meals and listened to the radio getting his books out from his case when Rose came down the stairs. His heart started to pound when he saw that she was wearing a dressing gown. It was ankle-length, made from a red silky material and had a tie at the waist. "I was just about to wash my hair," she said looking at him. Charlie was hugely embarrassed and very aroused. This was not just because of what he had seen Rose doing, but also as she was standing near to him in the dressing gown and maybe was naked under it. He was pleased that he was wearing his rather baggy grey flannel trousers for he hoped they would hide his rampantly aroused rather large cock. "There should be plenty of water in the Ascot," he stammered. "And no one will come in the kitchen." The look on his face, his manner and embarrassment told her immediately that he had seen her. When she had turned her head and looked with half-closed eyes through the bedroom door she thought he probably had seen her, but there was just that slim chance that he had not. The way he was looking at her now, though, told her clearly that slim chance did not exist and that the charade of him having just come in the front door was ridiculous. "You didn't just come in did you Charlie?" "No, no I didn't." "You saw me in my room didn't you?" "Yes I did." "I am sorry," she said quietly wondering where this would lead, but at the same time noticing the bulge in his trousers. "Oh don't be Aunt." "What?" "Sorry I should not have said that." "Charlie, I don't understand." Avoiding making eye contact and if anything looking even more embarrassed he mumbled. "You don't need to be sorry." "I do, as I should not have been doing that." Charlie found some confidence from somewhere. "Yes you should." "Sorry, why do you say that?" Again averting his gaze from hers he whispered. "It was the most exciting thing I have ever seen." Rose was now in a quandary. She did not know what to do or say so in a typically British way she said she would make a cup of tea. They sat across the gate leg table sipping their tea. "I miss Jack so much," she told him thinking that taking Charlie into her confidence as much as possible would be the best course of action. The last thing she wanted was him telling her rather prudish sister or, even worse his cousins and friends what he had seen. "Yes I guess you must," Charlie replied enjoying the way that the lapels on her dressing gown gaped a little showing her cleavage. "We love each other so much and it is terrible not being with him," she said near to tears. "When will he be back next?" "He isn't allowed to tell me, but it could be months." "Oh dear, you poor thing." Rose smiled as she was comforted by her young nephew. "You don't know anything about such things do you," she asked looking into his eyes? That made Charlie embarrassed and nervous. "A little yes." "Why have you ever been in love?" "Yes I think so, well I did at the time, but then we broke up so I guess it was not love." "That's what you never really know," Rose said realising that the gown was gaping so she pulled it more tightly around her. "You never know what you are going to miss about someone until you don't have them," she said lighting a cigarette and offering a Senior Service to Charlie. He didn't smoke much but took one and they both leaned forward as she lit the zippo Jack had given her on his last leave some four months ago. The dressing gown gaped at the front and once more Charlie looked down her chest and saw most of her wondrous breasts. Rose knew that he was looking and surprisingly that excited her so she took her time before sitting up straight. "So what do you miss most about Jack?" Charlie rather naively asked feeling hugely embarrassed at again being caught staring at his aunt's tits, but they were fucking lovely tits he thought. That also made Rose smile. "Now that would be telling wouldn't it?" "Yes of course." "There are so many things, but mostly I suppose just being with him." "How do you mean?" Charlie asked innocently and rather naively. "Let me ask you a question first, ok?" "Of course." "It's rather personal," she said stubbing out her cigarette only half smoked. "That's ok," Charlie replied enjoying both having the conversation with his aunt and being so near to her in her slightly undressed way. "I take it you have had sex Charlie?" she asked peeling the little piece of the cigarette paper that had stuck to her heavily lipsticked lips. 'Oh fuck me,' he said to himself his cock regaining the rigid vigour. "Er, um yes, yes I have," he mumbled wondering just where the hell this was going? "To be frank, it's that I miss him in bed, Jack and I have a very active sex life." "Oh I see," he mumbled quite pleased to hear his dad's key in the lock of the front door. The four of them chatted for a while with Rose explaining to her sister and brother that she was just about to wash her hair and asked was it ok if she used the kitchen sink. Charlie took his books upstairs to his bedroom and imagined fucking his aunt as he wanked himself. * Over the next couple of weeks Charlie thought that he and Rose got on much better and that they had forged a deeper relationship than previously. He put that down largely to the conversation they had that late morning after he had seen her masturbating. It did not occur to him that it could have been the fact that he had seen her doing that and that she was worried that he might tell her sister or some of his cousins, her nephews and as a result she was being extra nice to him. From Rose's perspective that was the case. She was so worried that word would get out and that Daisy, her sister would be totally pissed off with her, possibly to the extent that she would kick her out, that she went out of her way to be nicer and friendlier with Charlie. They had no chance to talk during that time simply because they were never alone. But Rose knew they had to talk more. She had not had the chance to impress on Charlie just how important it was for him to keep his trap shut for she knew what young guys were like and she was petrified it would get out. She looked for a way that they could be together again so they could talk. One evening she and Charlie were doing the washing up after tea. Daisy and Dick were off to night work soon and Millie and George were playing with their friends down the road in number forty two. After the others had left for work, Rose said. "Charlie we need to talk." "Do we, what about?" "The other day." "We talked about it." "Not fully we didn't, oh sod it here comes the kids. Look I am not working tomorrow can we talk then?" "I have a lecture." "Could you not skip it or come home early?" "Yes but mum and dad will be here." "They go to bed until three or so." Charlie was getting excited as he watched his brother and sister playing in the tiny front garden. Anticipating being alone with his aunt tomorrow he agreed to miss the lecture and would not go in at all. With the blackouts due to the Luftwaffe's frequent bombing raids it was difficult having lights on in the house. Also as they would almost certainly have an air raid, Charlie, Rose and the kids most nights went to the Andersen shelter in the back garden that they shared with the next door family. Hence, after Daisy and Dick went off to work they traipsed down the garden in the drizzling rain and went into the shelter. It was not possible for Rose and Charlie to talk much in there so that had to wait until the next morning when his parents had gone to bed and the kids were at school. Again sitting at the table in the back room sipping tea they looked at each other Incest WW2 Style "Charlie, again I want to say how embarrassed and sorry I am that you saw what you did." "That's ok aunt, er sorry Rose," Charlie said remembering that ages ago she had said to call her by her name rather than title when they were alone. "I should not have been doing that especially at that time of day." "That's up to you really Rose isn't it?" "Yes, but I put you in an embarrassing position and I am sorry." "I told it was ok and er, oh I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" For a few moments Charlie couldn't think how to put it or to explain his feelings. Also he wasn't sure he should explain them for Rose might get mad. But he had to tell her, something was telling him. Avoiding her gaze, Charlie said in almost a whisper. "I told you it was the most exciting thing I have ever seen." That pleased Rose, but at the same time worried her for she wondered whether he would be able to resist telling his mates and especially his cousins. "Was it really Charlie?" "Oh my god yes, it was amazing." "More exciting than when you had sex?" "That was different; oh I can't explain what I mean." "Maybe because you should not have seen me doing that?" "Possibly yes, but also Rose you are so sexy and attractive." Rose fell for the flattery, although Charlie did not mean it as such; he was just telling the truth for in reality he was so out of his depth with the conversation. "Am I Charlie, do you think so really?" Charlie looked up and saw the swell of her breasts in the cream, silky button up the front blouse. Their gazes locked. "Yes Rose I do, I always have." "Really?" "Yes honestly." "Oh Charlie," Rose said putting her hand on top of his. Now Charlie was not thinking at all, he was on autopilot. "I think I am in love with you," he mumbled. 'Oh fuck,' Rose thought, but then wondered whether she could turn that to her advantage. "You can't be Charlie." "I can and I think I am." "Charlie listen to me. I am your aunt, your mother's sister and I am old enough, just, to be your mother and I am married." "Yes I know and that's ok." "You know that we could never be together as I love Jack." "Yes I realise that and I should not have told you." "I am pleased you did Charlie, but look you must promise me that you will never mention it to anyone." "No, of course I wouldn't, I promise." "It can be our secret can't it?" Rose said standing up and walking round the table to stand beside her nephew. "Yes, it will be our secret. I promise Rose," Charlie went on looking up at her. Their eyes met and Rose saw the combination of desire and excitement in Charlie's eyes that she saw often in Jack's and now and then in other suitors who she turned down. "You really promise me that Charlie?" She asked feeling a surge of warmth in her breasts as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Yes I do," he responded shivering slightly from the feel of Rose's hand on his shoulder. She bent forward and kissed him on the top of his head. "Thank you Charlie," she whispered as surges of desire ran through her as she thought to herself. 'Why not, it could work, she could trust him she was sure?' Leaving her lips touching his head she stayed in that slightly bent position with her spectacular breasts hanging down in front of her nephew's eyes. God how he so wanted to lift his hand up and cup them or, even more slide his hand up inside her blouse. Almost involuntarily, though he didn't do that, but his hand slid round her waist and rested on her hip. His touch felt incredible to her. It was the first sexually oriented touch she had experienced since Jack left just over six weeks ago. To Charlie the sensation of feeling her hip under his hand was about as erotic and sexually thrilling as it had been when he had first touched Lily Smithson's breasts or when he had got his hand up Emily Groves' skirt and had fingered a girl for the first time. There was just that little excess on Rose's hips that gives an older woman the voluptuousness that differentiates her from a young kid and provides her with the ability to have a deliciously profound sway of the hips and wiggle of her bum. Neither of them moved for what seemed an age. It was as if they were frozen or they had been cast in stone. Similar thoughts, but from differing perspectives were going through their minds. 'Fuck I am touching her hip and she's not stopping me," Charlie was thinking his young, virile mind wondering whether she would let him go further or more to the point whether he would have the guts to try. 'God that feels so good,' Rose was thinking working out in her mind if she could get away with the plan that was forming in her mind. Without thinking any further she kissed his head again and lifted her hand and stroked the back of his neck. Charlie, equally unconsciously, squeezed her hip a little more firmly thinking how sexy it was having his head kissed, something that had not happened to him before. She fondled the back of his neck and pulled it towards her. Leaning even further forward she cradled his head against her full breasts. 'Oh fucking lord,' Charlie groaned to himself as part of his face and head were engulfed in her soft, lovely smelling bosom. 'Shall I? Is it worth the risk? Can I trust him?' she was asking herself as waves of desire and arousal swept over her, but knowing that she could still pull back with no loss of face. 'Will she let me? Should I try something? What if she is just being friendly and I am wrong and she tells mum and dad?' 'What if I am misreading the situation and he does not want me, after all I am his aunt and old enough to be his mum?' 'Can I do something to test the waters?' Charlie was asking himself. 'What if I get it wrong and he tells Daisy?' "Surely a spectacular bird like her could get any man so why me?" "To him I am so old and that might put him off." Charlie turned and lifted his head. Rose moved hers. Their faces were just inches apart. Their eyes met. She parted her lips and then just like in the movies the two faces closed the small gap between them and they were kissing. All thoughts and doubts, concerns and uncertainties left Charlie's mind so overpowering were the sensations as her lips moulded themselves to his. He had never been kissed like it before. In fact he had not really been kissed before as it had always been him leading the way. It was so different to be led. It was also so different to be kissed in the way that Rose was kissing him. Open mouthed, she alternated between kissing his top lip, then his bottom then both together. Her tongue licked round his lips and gums and it found the tip of his tongue that it pressed. As much as she kissed his lips she also sucked them, giving him sensations he had not experienced before. It really was a very grown up kiss he was thinking, but then Rose was very grown up. She hadn't really planned it. She had not thought it through. Even as she had stroked his neck and pulled his face against her chest she had not made up her mind. However, her instincts and sexual needs had taken over when Charlie had lifted his face and looked up at her. She saw the desire in his eyes and felt his hand squeezing the flesh on her hip and then bingo they were kissing. But once their lips met her womanly intuition kicked in and she was determined that it would be the best kiss he had ever had. With her standing and Charlie still sitting the kiss went on for some time. Her hands were mainly on his head and neck, his arms went round her hips and his hands held and squeezed her hips and bottom through the thick woollen skirt she was wearing. At last they broke the kiss and Rose's senses returned. Holding his face in both of her hands she looked at him with a slight smile on her face. "Oh Rose," he groaned. "Oh Charlie," she muttered. "What are we doing?" He stood up his arms still round her. Now, though, their bodies were touching and she realised that he was hard. "I don't know," he sighed leaning forward and going to kiss her again, but she moved her face. "No Charlie we musn't." "Why not?" "It's wrong." "Was I no good?" He asked now totally confused. "No, I mean yes you were fine, but we cannot do it again," she said, knowing full well that what she most wanted right at that moment was to do it again and again and again come to that. Feeling his arms around her and her hands on his neck and back had been such a comfort for her. It had been so long since she had been held and caressed. But mostly it was feeling his erection pressing against the softness of her tummy that had got to her. The sheer sexual magnetism of feeling that against her pubic mound and having her rather prominent clit stimulated by it made her lose her reasoning. And whilst her mind was saying no, her body was screaming yes, yes, yes. "Why can't we do it again?" Charlie asked tightening his grip on her and trying to find her lips with his. Several times she moved her head to avoid his, but the inevitable happened and they kissed again. Again it went on and on, but this time it was not just their mouths that were involved, but their bodies as well. Her full breasts felt fantastic to Charlie as they pressed against his chest in the white shirt. And that squashing of her breasts felt fantastic to Rose as well. She had sensitive breasts and nipples and Charlie's young, firm chest against them sent wonderful shudders of want and pleasure through her. Charlie was surprisingly relaxed, although he was still nervous and had no idea where this was leading. Rose kissing him again had boosted his confidence and holding her tightly with one hand pressing on her bra strap and the other on her waist he pulled her more firmly against his body. At the same time he pushed his lower body forward and thrust his erection harder against her, just as he had found out from doing it to other girls that women like that. That made Rose gasp with pleasure and she moaned. It felt so good, it made her head swim and her legs go weak. At that moment she knew that they would have sex. It had now become imperative, hugely attractive, inevitable and totally unavoidable, but still she knew risky and taboo. Charlie was not so sure. He had been this far with girls before only to have the prick teasers stop him. So, as he thrust his bloated cock at his aunt he was still concerned that she might push him off. With his rigid and clearly generous sized cock on her mound, clit and tummy sending such wonderful sensations through her that was the last thing on her mind. She ground herself back against it, writhing and squirming her body as she tried to wring every last ounce of pleasure and arousal from it. Her hands were all over his head and back as she caressed and fondled her nephew. "Oh god Charlie, oh my god," she mumbled between kissing his lips and pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Rose, Rose," he groaned back his hands involuntarily finding the soft eroticism of the cheeks of her symmetrically perfect bottom. "This is so wrong, it's so bad, we should stop," "We can't Rose, we just can't." "But Charlie not only am I being unfaithful to Jack it's illegal," "Not to kiss it isn't." "But to go further is." "Are we going to go further Rose? Do you want to, will you let me?" "Do you want to Charlie? Do you want to make love to me?" "Yes Rose yes of course I do I have wanted to for so long." She kissed him again. It was more fervid and hungry this time. Her lips writhed against his and her tongue plundered his mouth; he loved it. He was being kissed as he had never been kissed before. He returned his aunt's vigour and tongue duelling with a passion that he rarely showed to anyone let alone a bird he was about to fuck. In such situations he always played it cool, the bloke who had done it all, was used to getting laid and was almost doing the girl a favour; with Aunt Rose all that went out of the window and he lost his cool as much as she was seeming to be doing. Rose could hardly believe just has how much passion she was feeling for Charlie, just how much she fancied him and how much she wanted him to fuck her. As his hand cupped and squeezed her breast so almost unthinking hers slid down between them and grasped his cock. Even through the thick, grey flannel it felt wonderful and was impressively thick, something she missed with Jack who was modest in both length and girth. Charlie had probably never been as aroused as he was now and Rose had probably never wanted to have sex as much as she did right now. "Oh Charlie, Charlie," she groaned. "This is so, so wrong." "No it isn't Rose, we both want to so we must." "But you know why I want to don't you?" She moaned into his ear as she felt him pull her blouse out from her skirt and slide his hand inside until his fingers were on the bare flesh of her breast. It felt fantastic. Charlie was very bright and intuitive and was under no illusions. He combined his educated intelligence with a street-wise nature. "Yes because Jack isn't here." "And baby you do know that I love him and would not do this if he was here," she said kissing Charlie. "Rose," Charlie began hesitantly. "I understand exactly what is happening and I am as happy as Larry to be your surrogate husband until he returns," he said gaining more confidence with each word, returning her kiss and squeezing the deliciously erotic, soft flesh of her killer tits. Rose rubbed Charlie's so appealing cock through his trousers as he fumbled the buttons on her blouse undone and slid his hand inside. Her hands went to his belt and undoing that she fumbled two or three of the buttons open on his fly. Just as Rose plunged her hand inside her nephew's trouser and grasped his stunningly hard, big cock, common sense suddenly clicked in. "What if they come down?" "They won't they never do." "But they might and we would be undressed." "Let's go to the shelter," Charlie rather intelligently suggested. "But what would we say if anyone caught is there." "That we were cleaning it up." Beaming him a big smile she said. "You clever boy, you are sure you have not done this before?" "No of course not." Grabbing his hand and holding the sides of her blouse together Rose led him through the scullery and out the back door. "No wonder you are the first in the family to get to university," she said as they walked down the crazy paving pathway to the left of the well-kept lawn and approached the shelter. "Bugger, I forgot the key." "Stay here, I'll get it," Charlie said running back up the pathway. As he got the key he was so excited at what was going to happen that he did not lose his erection at all. They were quickly in the shelter. Being no electricity in there, Rose lit a few candles and Charlie locked the door. They turned to face each other and for a few moments said or did nothing. The enormity of what they were about to do gradually sunk in. Rose let go of her blouse that fell open so that her breasts, which were spilling out of the size too small bra that Jack insisted she wear, were on show to Charlie. "Charlie," Rose whispered. "You are sure about this aren't you?" "Yes very sure Rose." "You know that you can never tell anyone about it don't you?" "Yes I do." "Promise me Charlie." "I promise Rose I will never tell a soul." "And you realise that when Jack is home on leave and when the war is over we will have to stop." "Yes of course." "Ok then Charlie," Rose said pausing and looking deep into his eyes before adding what were the sexiest words Charlie had ever heard. "Let's get undressed?" Her heart was pounding and Rose could not remember being as aroused as she was as she undid the last couple of buttons on her blouse and took it off. The combination of the impending sex with Charlie, the forbidden nature of the taboo of incest and the risk they were taking by doing it in the air raid shelter whilst her sister and brother, Charlie's parents, slept upstairs was so powerful they almost made her forget. "Have you got anything?" She asked. "What?" "A rubber, a condom." "Oh sod it, they are in my room." "You had better get them, but be quiet we don't want to wake them up." Charlie ran up the garden again hoping the neighbours would not see him and crept up the stairs. He listened at his parent's door and heard the low snores of his dad so he went into his room and got the packet of three that he kept tucked away where mum would not find them. As quietly as he could he went back downstairs and out the back door. He ran down the path and into the shelter shutting and locking the door behind him. It took a moment or two for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did his pulses raced. Cat was lying on one of the mattresses under the sheet and blanket. She smiled up at him. "Why don't you get undressed and join me Charlie," she whispered. 'Fuck is she naked?' He asked himself undoing his shirt and tearing that off. He was a little embarrassed taking his trousers and pants off as she looked on and even more so taking his socks off as he almost fell over. He got over that, though, when Rose said. "Oh Charlie you are beautiful, come here." He had never been told that he was beautiful before, but to Rose, his aunt, that was exactly how he looked as he covered the few feet to the bed. "You have a gorgeous body Charlie and you're so wonderfully well-endowed," she went on lifting the sheet and blanket to invite him into her bed and at the same time show him her body. As he slipped in he whispered, "And you are beautiful too Rose and have a fantastic body." "Make love to me Charlie." They kissed and their naked bodies pressed together for the first time. It was sublime for both of them. His slightly hairy chest invigorated Rose's breasts and erect nipples and his swollen cock pressing up the length of her stomach aroused her to a level that she had not experienced since her husband had gone to war. Her breasts against his chest, the softness of her stomach welcoming the rigid hardness of his cock and the smoothness of her skin all seemed new to Charlie. Yes he had held naked girls before, yes he had pressed his cock against them and yes he had squashed their breasts against his chest, but none had felt like this, none had felt like Rose, no none had felt like his aunt did as he held her in his arms. "Make love to me Charlie, please make love to me," Rose moaned feeling the need to have a cock inside her as being so important. Yes of course she wanted him to kiss her breasts, suck her nipples and lick her cunt. And yes of course she wanted to lick his balls and suck his cock. Naturally she wanted them to have foreplay, of course she wanted oral sex with him, but not now. Now was not the time for niceties, now was the time for a quick, urgent and dirty, incestuous fuck. Charlie got that. He understood, he saw what she wanted. What he did not know for sure was why? Rose knew that she would cum very quickly. She knew that he would hardly have to touch her and her orgasm would burst over her and she needed to, as it were, get that out of the way. She knew also, well strongly suspected that her young nephew would not last long and that he would cum quickly. So almost in a calculated way Rose cajoled Charlie into fucking her quick and urgently so that they could move to the second half and maybe even the third very quickly. He rolled on top of her. That was the only position he knew. None of the girls he had been with had straddled him or been interested in him fucking them doggy style. He and Rose kissed more, he liked that, she was so good. She was the only girl he had been with who kissed with her whole body and not just their lips. Rose's plundered his mouth, her hands gripped the taught, pert cheeks of his arse, she squirmed her gorgeously full tits against his chest and she embraced his achingly hard cock with the softness of her stomach. Incest WW2 Style Rose could not remember a time when she had wanted to be fucked so much as she did right now. "Do it Charlie, do me?" She groaned into his ear as she ran her hands up and down his back and opened her legs. He slid between them and the bulbous end of his cock nestled against her lips. "Now, do me Charlie, fuck me," she grunted pushing downwards. At the same time Charlie eased his hips forward and marvellously for both of them his cock slid all the way into her making her grunt and groan with pleasure. He could hardly believe that he was actually fucking his Aunt Rose. It seemed incredible to him that he was inside her with his cock up her cunt. The incest thing had not registered much to him so he felt no guilt or shame in that area. Sure his mind dwelled on Uncle Jack who he got on very well with and who he considered had been instrumental in his football prowess, but only marginally. In Charlie's mind if it was not him fucking Jack's wife it would be someone else, for he had heard that many of the war brides had guys on the side just as Rose was having him. He started moving inside her, he began to thrust up and down and go in and out of her sending such sensations through her sex starved body. Every move, every thrust every time he went in and out of her as he began fucking her was so intense for her. The pleasure was ecstatic, the excitement amazing and the sensations searing through her body as her young lover roared her towards a climax were like nothing she had experienced before. Her fingernail dug into the soft flesh of his arse and raked up and down his muscular back as without thinking she opened her legs wider and wrapped them round his waist crossing her ankles on his back. That was new to Charlie as was the added depth of his penetration as Rose's unstretched by childbirth lips gripped his cock so tightly. He could feel his balls building up to his ejaculation and was so pleased to hear her moaning and feel her grip on him tightening as her whole body started to shudder and shake. She was moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing as Charlie exploded and his cock spurted out his spunk as, just like his masturbation fantasies he gave her a massive orgasm. * They had sex again that morning. The second time was more relaxed, there was less urgency and they took their time investigating each other's body in more detail. Although Rose stroked Charlie's cock she didn't suck it or lick his balls, just as he did not try going down on her, not that he really knew how to do that. They developed a pattern for their lovemaking. It would either take place in the morning in the shelter with Dick and Daisy upstairs in bed or at night when they were at work. After George had gone to sleep Charlie would creep into Rose's room and they would have sex in her bed. That was Charlie's favourite time for occasionally they would actually sleep together with him holding her. Fortunately, somehow Rose managed to wake him in time for him to get the kids up and ready for school. Other times, they would stay downstairs after they had gone to bed and they would have sex on the sofa or on the mat on the floor; oh how they wished for a thick pile carpet for when they rolled around on the floor the lino was cold on their naked bodies. They both quite quickly became attuned to their 'new life.' They were convinced that none of the family had any suspicions and other than when they went to the shelter they did not go out or put themselves into situations where anybody would see them. Their early lovemaking formed a pattern. They would usually do it twice within an hour or so, but on one occasion when the others were out and they were alone all afternoon and evening Charlie came four times, fucking her three times and Rose wanking him once. At first, though, it was not very creative or adventurous. Usually they would undress themselves, but now and then Rose would leave her underwear including her suspender belt, stockings, knickers and bra on for Charlie to remove. He particularly enjoyed doing that, but then she did too. She was enjoying the obvious adoration that Charlie showed towards her, but worried on two counts. The first was whether the others would notice it and the second was how the hell was he going to contain it when, and if, Jack came home? There was another slight worry that as their lovemaking went on and became more intense, her feelings for him increased. He was becoming rather more than a sexual item and she was finding her affections for him growing. They had never been put to the test with Jack as she had not got close and certainly had not had sex with anyone else. Now, though, having regular and frequent sex and spending more time talking with her nephew made them very close. Although she hated thinking it she loved the differences between him and Jack and many of the others in the family and the neighbourhood. She loved his sharp, analytical mind, which was not that uncomm0n for cockneys who are known for their wit and humour. Where Charlie was different and what she found so attractive was that he was also educated. He knew facts and information that no one else round Manor Park did; he was more like the well-educated officers and civil servants with who she worked. He was also very caring and affectionate, considerate about pleasing her and he did not feel the need to play the 'hard nut' that Jack and the others round the East End did. There was also the sex. Jack had a fair physique but at forty-eight he was becoming a bit flabby and had a distinct beer drinker's belly. Whilst not that distasteful to Rose she could not help comparing that with Charlie's lean, toned body, flat stomach and muscular chest. Being held against his taught body made Rose feel so womanly and sexy. Although technically probably not as good a lover as Jack, Charlie more than made up with enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. He had a bigger, thicker dick than her husband and the cheeks of his arse were tighter and more pert than Jack's. She tried avoiding making such comparisons, but the longer Jack was away and Charlie played the part of her surrogate husband the more areas she found where her husband did not compare favourably with her young nephew. And of course the most significant one of these was in stamina and recovery powers. Charlie could last ages without cumming and he could cum four or five times in an evening, or in their case often a morning, a sexual attribute that Jack had lost ages ago. The sex they had in the first few weeks was pretty basic. It revolved around them kissing, pressing their bodies together, Charlie fingering her sometimes to a climax and Rose rubbing his cock. They would then move onto sex with Rose the first time in a session usually on her back and Charlie between her widely opened legs. The second time was often with them lying on their sides spooning or Rose on her front and Charlie entering her from behind. Gradually, though, they became more adventurous and Rose delighted in straddling him and Charlie was thrilled to fuck her doggy style. It was just a couple of weeks after their initial fuck that Rose sucked Charlie's prick for the first time. It was not planned, neither of them spoke about it, he didn't ask her to do it, even though he was dying for it, she didn't suggest she should, even though she wanted to, it just happened. It was spontaneous, one of those wonderful spur of the moment things that just happen. It was late at night. The children were asleep and they had fucked downstairs on the mat in front of the fire. It was not really as risky as it might appear for the old Edwardian house had, as most did, very squeaky floorboards and they would hear either of the children if they got out of bed. That would give them plenty of time to 'make themselves respectable' should the kids come downstairs, although there was no reason for them to do that. "Let's go to bed and cuddle up," Charlie suggested. "Just cuddle up?" "Well let's see shall we auntie. You go first," he said picking up his pyjama trousers and woollen dressing gown that his mum and dad had bought him last Christmas. "You only want me to go first," Rose said collecting her nighty, knickers and silk dressing gown where Charlie had left them after undressing her. "Because you want to look at my bum." Smiling, Charlie reached round Rose and gripped one of her cheeks. "Not just your bum auntie," he said slipping his fingers between her legs and right onto the lips of her pussy. "This as well." "What my minge Charlie, you want to see that as well?" "Mmmm yes," he replied following up the stairs staring at both parts of his gorgeous aunt. Rose's room was at the back of the house. In normal times it was lit from a streetlight in the alley that ran along the bottom of the garden, but since the blitz had started they had to comply with the blackout laws. So there were no streetlights, there was heavy, thick curtains at all the windows, they were not allowed to put the houselights on and the only light permitted had to come from candles. As they went upstairs, they both carried one in a holder so not only was he able to see her bum and pussy, but also he could enjoy the romantic atmosphere the light created. At the same time Rose was very aware that Charlie's face was just inches from her private parts and that excited and aroused her. As they lay on her narrow bed naked in each other's arms so Rose's arousal increased. It had been only half an hour or so since they had sex, but already she could feel stirrings in Charlie's cock. This was such a wonderful thing for her as it would be for most women of her age. To have sex as good as on demand as frequently as she wanted was amazing. Rose reached down and held it. Her touch confirmed that indeed there were stirrings for he was already semi-erect. "God Charlie," she whispered. "You're incorrigible." "Not complaining are you auntie?" he smiled. "No complimenting in wonderment," she said turning the bedclothes back and looking at his growing cock in the flickering candlelight. She stroked it and rubbed his balls. "Nice?" She asked, "Mmm lovely," he replied. The last few times they had been together she had been contemplating going down on him, but was still not sure how he would react. Jack had told her several times that some men found the whole oral thing distasteful and others thought it was dirty. "They think licking what you piss from is out of order," he had said, avidly licking her cunt. Charlie, almost desperately, wanted her to suck him. He had heard other guys say that their girlfriend had given them a suck or a blow job as some called it, but he was not totally sure what it entailed. There were no books that mentioned it as they were censored and there were no porn movies so how could he know other than by word of mouth? Talking to some guys at uni had helped, but he was never quite sure just how much of 'boys chat' was true and what was bravado. As they kissed and she caressed his cock so she began to make up her mind. Bending she licked her way down his neck and chest and onto his little boobs. Sucking a nipple into her mouth and biting it gently she was thrilled to feel his cock responding in her hand. She slid her face down a little further and pushed her tongue into his navel as, at the same time, she rolled his balls around. 'Fuck she just gets better and better,' Charlie thought wanting to hold her tits, but as he could not reach he gripped her head and ran his hands through her hair that was tumbling onto and tickling his stomach and thighs. In the dim light and with her hair all over him, he could not see just what she was doing, but felt her lips and tongue go further down licking and kissing his flat stomach. 'Oh my god is she going to?' He asked himself. 'Shall I or not?' Rose was thinking. Charlie groaning. "Oh yes," and gripping her head tighter was the deciding factor. Lifting his half hard cock away from his stomach, Rose kissed the tip of it. That brought another. "Oh yes, yes," and an even harder gripping of her head. "Yes Charlie," she whispered licking the length of his dick. "Yes, oh yes, yes please Rose," he moaned back. Rose then went to work with all the oral expertise she had gained from sucking Jack's cock for almost twenty years. Alternating between licking and sucking it she gained the wonderfully exciting pleasure of making it grow in her mouth at the same time as enjoying hearing Charlie's moans and groans of pleasure as quite quickly she brought him to the edge of his climax. She could feel it harden even more and almost begin to pulsate as the signs of his impending ejaculation built up. Just before it erupted, she took it out of her mouth and finished him off by masturbating him until his spunk shot out all over his stomach. It was just a couple of weeks later that she did it again, but this time did not take it out. This time she kept it in her mouth, this time she kept her lips tightly closed round it, yes this time she let her nephew cum in her mouth and this time she looked into his eyes and quite pointedly swallowed him. * "Have you ever kissed a girl down here?" She asked him grabbing his hand that was rubbing her pussy. It was mid-morning and they were having sex in the air raid shelter. "No, not really although Ethel Smithers did let my kiss her here," he replied touching the top of Rose's pubic patch. "Would you like to?" Rose asked not at all sure that he would as Jack had once told her that some men found it distasteful. "Oh Rose, yes, yes of course." Rose adored oral sex, both giving, but especially receiving. Jack was a master at it or so she believed not having had any other man's face down there. "Then do it Charlie," she said feeling oddly nervous as she pushed his head down her body. "Lay between my legs," she went opening them wide and raising her knees. He scrambled down the bed in the shelter and laid between his aunt's opened thighs. The sight of her minge in such close up was so exciting that he was not sure he would last long. He had been hard for about half an hour and Rose had been stroking it quite a lot. Putting his arms under her legs and placing his hands on their tops he edged forward. He felt Rose's hands on his head, stroking him and ruffling his hair. "Lick it Charlie, lick right along it," Rose said sounding rather hoarse. He did as she asked and as usual that sent shock waves of sensation through her. "Oh yes," she grunted her body going taught as involuntarily she arched her back and pulled on the back of his head trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure from it. Charlie's first thought was how warm was the inside of her cunt. Warm, wet and smooth he was thinking as he repeated the licking movement of his tongue along his aunt's lips. It was so long since she had been licked like this and although she and Charlie were active with full penetrative sex, having her pussy attended to always gave her such an enormous arousal. "Oh fuckin 'ell Charlie yes, yes," she gasped grabbing the young man's head and pulling it more firmly to her. At the same time she pushed her thighs together holding his face between them. Charlie felt pleasantly trapped between his aunt's legs with his mouth full of her pussy. It was an amazing and incredibly exciting experience for him. "There, here, right there. Lick me here," Rose garbled sliding her hand down her stomach and pressing her clit. "Oh my god, oh my fuckin lord," she moaned far louder than was wise given where they were when he pressed his tongue firmly against it. Rose started to cum. Charlie realised that and quite rightly continued licking and tonguing her. He ran the tip of his tongue round her lips and pushed it as far as he could get it up her cunt loving the feel and taste of her. Rose was shaking and arching her back as wave after wave of sensations from her orgasm washed over her. Reaching her peak, she just about managed to stop herself screaming although her moans and groans were very loud. At last she started to calm down and the raging tempest of feelings was replaced by a warm glow that filled her breasts and stomach. She was sobbing and nearly crying from the sheer power of the climax her young nephew had given her. "Oh Charlie, oh my darling, my lovely boy that was so good," she sighed as he moved from between her legs and laid beside her. They cuddled and she covered his face with little kisses and licks. Charlie held her tight as she came down from the heights of her orgasm. His tenderness and consideration was so lovely, far more so than Jack showed to her. "Oh Charlie you are so lovely," she groaned holding his head in her hands and planting kissed over his face. "I love you, you know that don't you?" "And I love you Rose, so much, so very, very much," the young man responded as he cupped his aunt's spectacular tits. She felt so close to him and at that moment thought that anything was possible, even them living together should she leave Jack. The unthinkable something that had been going through her mind recently. She pulled him to her smothering his face and neck with kisses as she squirmed herself against him revelling in the rigid length of his cock that reared up her stomach. That made her realise that of course he had not climaxed, which in turn made her feel a little guilty at having taken her pleasure and given nothing back. Taking his gorgeous cock in her hand she stroked it lovingly and whispered. "Oh I am so sorry my baby I had forgot." "Forgot what?" He asked loving being pressed against her nudity with her hand rubbing his erection and balls. "Silly," she said looking into his eyes and smiling. "You haven't cum." "No, but it was wonderful doing that to you, almost as good as cumming." "But not as good is it Charlie?" "Was it good Rose? Did I do ok?" "It was wonderful ducks and you were marvellous," Rose replied cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing gently. "Really Rose?" He asked again kissing her full on the mouth and squeezing her breast. Although she had cum strongly just five or ten minutes ago, Rose felt the stirrings of another orgasm. Her body and her mind were reacting to being in the young man's arms. She had become more and more aware over the past couple of weeks that her feelings for him were strengthening, that their relationship was deepening and that to her he was now more than merely the fuckbuddy and husband sexual replacement that he had been such a short time ago. "Oh yes luv, really, really, really," she moaned her emotions rearing up as she felt such love accompanied by utter lust for Charlie. She started to cry. "What's the matter Rose?" Charlie asked worried that something was wrong. "Nothing my darling nothing at all, I am just so happy and I want you so much, I have to make you cum." "Oh Rose yes, yes please." "Make love to me baby, take me Charlie, fuck me please fuck me," she groaned laying back and inviting him between her legs. "Oh bollocks no." "What?" "I forgot to get any rubbers." "Don't worry do it without." His bare, stiff cock sliding up her fully lubricated pussy was fantastic for both of them and they had probably the most marvellous fuck since they had started. * In the almost three months they had been having they had developed a full repertoire including oral both ways, penetrative sex in most positions and mutual masturbation. The latest addition had happened just last night. She had been sucking him. He was kneeling beside her as she lay on the quite threadbare rug in front of the fireplace downstairs. He was reaching down and rubbing her clit and sliding his fingers along her fully lubricated pussy. They were both very near. "Let me, can I, oh fuck?" he muttered.