Distracting Family Love

Distracting Family Love

"Thank you for everything." Lucia smiled, reaching out to caress his arm as Paolo took the turn to bring them into the bustling street where she lived. The pavements were lined with the brightly painted frontages of the apartment blocks that were such a feature of this older part of Genoa. "You gave up two day's work to help me out."

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything," he answered, knowing what he did now, and glancing fleetingly her way before his attention was again fully on the traffic. "Now, I've got to find a place to park...and to say goodbye properly."

He slewed his bright blue van, which had Rossi Elettrica painted on its sides and back doors, into a limited-time parking slot.

"It has become a little crazy between us, after what we did last night." She gazed at him, her eyes shining brightly, wondering if she was on the edge of a tearful farewell. A woman of sixty, his aunt, met the briefest of kisses to her lips and felt the touch of his hand on the soft flesh of her thigh. These shows of affection, and his involvement with her, caused further delay. She tugged on the door handle and soon stepped out of the van. "I must go and understand where this leaves us...after what has happened."

"What we found matters to me, Lucia."

"I know and I felt it. Now I must go...I really must.!"

Paolo nodded and smiled at her as Lucia gazed back at him through the passenger side window, holding a small overnight bag, and before she turned away. She was in her early sixties, with her jet-black hair worn long, to her shoulders, and rebelliously curly. Her skin was wonderfully soft and her figure busty, revealing to his gaze generous curves under a navy-blue V-neck cotton blouse with frilly edges to the neckline. Her long skirt swirled and covered fleshy legs that he had seen more of and touched during the night. He had felt their warmth and surprising strength as Lucia wrapped them around his hips and after they succumbed to the situation presented to them. Lucia had let go of all that troubled her.

"We'll find a way to meet each other again," he muttered, waiting for his chance to merge into the traffic on this busy one-way street. "I won't forget what happened between us in a hurry."

♥

The drive from Genoa had taken them nearly three hours and he had driven carefully so that the attention of the traffic police would not be drawn to them. Lucia's brother-in-law, Luca, was in poor health and she had decided to go to his home in Piacenza and offer support to her sister Rosa. She would have wanted it to be otherwise, to be taken there by her husband, but he could not get away from his work, and her two children lived away from Genoa. So, in desperation, she had asked her nephew, Paolo Rossi, if he could help.

"It's a long drive back to Genoa," Rosa declared late in the afternoon, "so if you agree, you can stay for supper and sleep in the small room off our second bedroom that Lucia will be sleeping in. It's functional and I'll make it as comfortable as I can. e have nothing else in this small place."

Lucia shrugged and accepted the situation that they faced. "I should have remembered, Paolo. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's only for one night. Thank you, Rosa, that would be great. I'd only have to make the journey again back and forth if I didn't stay here."

"Good, that's settled."

Paolo wondered, when it was time for them all to turn in if the room was as comfortable as Rosa said that she would make it. As nothing more than a storeroom, the mattress filled with horsehair had been laid on the linoleum floor and thin blankets put over the sheet that covered it. There was no window, so it was airless, but he was resolved to get through the night. He was young, after all, and his work made him strong.

Besides all that, Lucia would be nearby, and sleeping so close to her would be a first. Horny as he felt with the thought of that, and how they had chattered during the drive over to Rosa's, he decided that he would not make a fuss or be a problem for Rosa who had enough on her mind.

Curious to see what she was making him put up with, Lucia looked at the room once they were alone upstairs and the others were turning in too. However, Lucia didn't like what she saw and soon reached a decision.

"For all we know there may be mice in there, this is an old place after all, and Rosa has no money to improve it. So, if it doesn't bother you, my bed's big enough for the two of us so sleep there with me."

Paolo heard how she had spoken as if she was indifferent to what he decided to do, but in her eyes, he saw a challenging, even-- wondering gaze.

"Well!" he said in some dismay at what she had suggested, "yes okay." The woman in her blouse and skirt, voluptuous and the object of his teenage fantasies of what he would have liked to do with her, turned on the weak bedside light on her side of the bed and strode across the room to turn off the main light. "I'll change in the small room and wait for you to get ready for bed, shall I?"

Lucia nodded. "Do that. I'll leave the light on so you can see your way over to me."

The way she now spoke, and the lightness of her tone, suggested that she was not the least bit concerned about what had been agreed. They were family.

He fingered his prick, the thought of lying beside her arousing him, and stripped off down to his briefs. Deciding to keep on his T-shirt, he stepped towards the partially closed door and saw Lucia getting into her nightgown, her back turned towards him until she pulled her nightdress down over her body, adjusting the fit over her pendulous breasts, and then moved to tug away the thin blankets.

Casting only a fleeting glance at her he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed and flopped down, resting his head on folded arms and gazing across at her. This woman, his aunt, retained some of her youthful beauty and now he could feel her warmth.

"Settled, are you?" she asked, and he felt Lucia move to turn off the bedside light.

"Yeah, as far as it's possible lying here beside you."

His prick ached from how hard it had become thinking of her and what she brought to his sight. She was so close that he could feel her body heat under the sheet and blanket that covered them.

"We're family, and you've been in my life a long time and so, we have no secrets." She went on when he gave her no reply. "I'm glad that it's you who was able to drive me here. I should have asked you first, but I thought that it would be too much to impose on you...that you are driving an old aunt to be with a member of the family and not being at work."

"I'm here and want to be here, Lucia." He felt her shift and lie a little closer, her hand brazenly clamping on his erection and slowly jerking him off. "Go on if it pleases you."

"It does and I'm glad to hear it and that we're here, lying close and talking and learning from each other. I want to do that for a moment as I'm feeling sorry for Rosa and what she's going through. It can't be easy."

"No, I guess not." Paolo knew that he had little experience of a family crisis to be of help and, besides, his mind kept wandering to what he had seen of her fleshy body as Lucia got undressed and slipped on her nightie. It felt strange, wonderfully so, to be asked by a woman to come to bed with her. Usually, he did the asking or coaxing.

"Lie close to me and talk. If it doesn't scare you, I'd like you to hold me."

As she said it, Lucia moved to press back against him and he put one arm around her, shifting to lie on his side so that it was easier to do so but his body was not in full contact with her so Lucia could not feel his erection that strained against the front of his briefs.

"That's it, that feels better mi guapo...isn't this better than that cramped little room and being alone?" she asked and gripped his hand that lay on her hip. Lucia squeezed it.

"Si and lying here feels good and different from how it usually is between us." He realized that Lucia had never called him 'handsome' before, and this time there was a different meaning behind her use of the word.

She sniggered and half turned in his embrace and reached up to caress his face. "I can feel how different it is for you."

"Yeah," he said in some dismay before they fell into silence, his groin aching from the lust he felt for the woman lying so close beside him and his cock twitching as his mind was assailed by images of her naked and in his arms. "Listen, Lucia...I'm...I'm here for you."

She spoke after a few moments of silence and moved her body to press against his erection.

"I know and I'm having to deal with this too, now, how you feel about a woman as old and fat as I am and who we are to each other."

"I see a woman, not fat and old, Lucia. Besides that, we've been close for a long time, and this is just different and means something to me." He hugged her tighter and was no longer ashamed to have her feel the state of his arousal. "I think you're beautiful and uncle is lucky to have you..."

"And that's the trouble for me, he no longer has me...or seems not to want me. But I have feelings and needs."

"That's crazy..."

"Tell me about it," she answered, but without bitterness. "Now, I am with a young man who is making me forget all of that and he has me wondering if either of us will get any sleep with you so hard and me feeling the way that I do...because of you."

Lucia pushed back, even closer, and wiggled her fleshy buttocks against his erection.

"Who needs sleep?" he chuckled and began to caress her thigh as the hem of her nightgown was pulled up. In response, she clenched his hand and threaded her fingers with his before they began to stroke caresses over her thigh, slipping down between her legs and trailing slowly up until they pressed against her knickers, an only too functional garment for a woman of her age. Paolo felt the coarseness of her pubic hair under the thin material and rubbed slowly, sensually.

She squirmed to meet his touches and reached back to grab his neck and draw him into their first lover's kiss.

"Go on, cariño!" Lucia kept moving her hips as his caresses to her mound, over the fabric of her knickers provoked her to push back against his groin. "Touch my breasts.... caress my tits and hold them...if you can...I know that they're big!"

Lucia wasn't waiting for his answer and moved to draw her nightdress over her body. Paolo eased her out of his embrace and they both sat up, the bed creaking softly as they shifted their weights and undressed. They then fell back on the bed, naked and their hands offering questing and clamping caresses, their kisses prolonged and deep.

"They're beautiful...heavy and wonderful."

She was lying on her back, and Paolo now trailed caresses and kisses over her body, his hands gripping and squeezing her breasts and feeling how big and firm they were. His lips sucked and tugged on her erect nipples, stiff and hard. He feasted on them, her hands on his head pulling him down onto them as he claimed them lustfully, and as his fingers teased over her knickers and pressed into her slit.

"Take them off!" she demanded, and he did so, roughly but she did not complain.

"You know where this is going, don't you?" he said before his mouth crashed onto her parted lips and silenced Lucia' soft groans of pleasure as his fingers slicked and poked over and into her pussy, the lips were already swollen in readiness for his entry.

"Yes, I know and it's evil...but I need this and from you!"

She kissed him back hungrily, feeling both longing and dismay that her fleshy body should have aroused such a frenzy of kisses and fingering of her. She thrashed her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to meet the claims of his fingers, then the probing of his tongue, his mouth kept wide and almost covering her slit as he lay between her legs.

Paolo felt her hands on his shoulders, then pulling on his hair as she kept him to her. "I need you and don't want to wait any longer."

He moved to kneel between her legs, her feet planted on the bed, and he trailed kisses over her skin and pressed his face to her slit, tongued Lucia deeply before kneeling and succumbing to her claims on his trembling and ragingly hard penis, her hands stroking and squeezing on it, then guiding the tip to her pussy. He lingered before pushing up her breasts and kissing the clammy warmth to be found underneath them.

Then he prepared to enter her body and to be claimed by this voluptuous woman with her soft silken skin, her warmth, and uncontrollable ardour.

"You're going to be a tight fit, you have so much for me," she groaned as he was guided to the slicked lips of her pussy and he dipped his hips and sinuously pushed inside her heat. She gasped out of pleasure to feel him enter her body, to rock and sway as he pushed in deeper and deeper.

"Aieee...you wonder!" he groaned, his voice deepening as he felt thrills possess his abdomen as Lucia tightened her clamps on him. There had been moments, at family gatherings, when he had lusted over the fleshy woman who now worked him in a desperate effort to forget whatever it was that played out in her home life.

"Deeper go deeper...and...go faster!" she demanded, meeting his snatched kisses as he kept sinking in and withdrawing before their bellies brushed and crashed against each other. She was pulling on his buttocks, clamping them hard in her efforts to have him plug her deeply. Lucia's knees were bent, and her big soft thighs were spread wide on each side of his hips. "You know how it goes...you know how it goes!"

"And now I learn some more and with you."

"Go slowly and make it last," she murmured, biting on his ear lobe as she clung to him and felt Paolo fucking her with deepening thrusts and a wilder tempo. She marvelled at his control and wondered how he kept his climax at bay when she claimed him so tightly and demanded so much of him as they fucked.

Softly, and with her lips pressed to his throat or Paolo's chest, she began to moan, to make little humming sounds as her body writhed, as her pussy's muscles clamped around him and her hips rose off the bed to meet the rhythmic pounding of his body and the searing slicks of his penis into her.

"I've...I've never felt this good before...held off for so long," he gaped as they rutted, all restraint forsaken, their hungering kisses silencing the noise that they made and calls to each other. The sound of night traffic passing the block, and outside their window, helped to maintain the secrecy of their tempestuous tryst.

Lucia, groaning in pleasure, pulled her mouth away long enough to say pantingly, "Really give it to me now! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Paolo was ready for this, and he began to ferociously pound it to her, but the harder he did so the more energetically and demandingly Lucia humped and bucked, demanding even more. The woman he had thought of as so controlled and proper was now moving her hips so fast, and to fuck so lustily, that he could no longer quell the rise in pressure in his balls, the gnawing ache in his groin.

"You made me love it...now...now I'm losing it!"

Lucia silenced her cries of rapture against his lips as their shared orgasms began and their movements intensified. Their hands clawed and their bodies met the other in a dance of carnal pleasure as they discovered what a wasting lover they had found, who they were to each other, the family bond, of no consideration and exercising no restraint.

"Oh darling, fuck me to the end!" she gasped and dug her fingers into his buttocks, or pricked the base of his spine with her nails, as he climaxed. Paolo shuddered and spurted rope after rope of semen deep into her accepting body. Her shudders underneath him, her squeals silenced by his kisses, let him know that she had been found. He flooded her and she demanded it all from him and, demandingly, draining whatever reserves of energy and lust that he felt for her voluptuous body.

They clung to each other in a silent, irrepressible, orgasm. Then, on a long-drawn-out breath that they shared, they collapsed, Paolo crushing her breasts against his chest and his hot breaths searing against her throat. They lay there panting, silently, and with his penis still claimed in her pulsing, slithery cunt.

"How could I have kept away from you for so long?" he asked, finally, slowly easing out of her body and feeling her quiver as the domed tip of his penis offered a last caress to where she had so eagerly taken him.

"I don't know, darling, but we have to find a way through what has happened." She kept from saying that it had been the best fuck she'd had in a very long time and when her life with her husband was good, attentive, and loving.

"Sleep now, we both need it after such a long day and busy night."

She lay against him, in Paolo's embrace and she fell asleep without realizing the caress of his hands on her breasts, and how eagerly her nipples were still being claimed. Paolo kissed her back and felt her heat radiate through his body as he made sure that they were in full contact with each other.

The time might yet come when he could explain it all, what had happened so tempestuously. But right now, with her pressed against him and her pussy leaking all that he had expelled into her onto some tissues she had taken from a box on the bedside table, he wanted to pursue the claims that he had made on the buxom woman who now lay drifting into sleep beside him.

♥

He looked in the rearview mirror as the traffic stopped and he had not revelled so far.

Lucia remained standing on the steps of her apartment block and was gazing his way. Perhaps she was remembering how often they had fucked in what seemed a night of so few hours. They had slept and been woken by the touch of their hands, his or hers, and they had fucked until the cold light of dawn and the sounds of the traffic became impossible to ignore any longer.

They had resisted the temptation, during the drive back to Genoa to give in to their longing for each other, and his touches to the smooth skin of her thigh, under that swirly skirt, or her fingers brushing the bulge in his pants, failed to fully satisfy.

They would have to wait and plan for the next time.

It could never be called an affair; it would be too dangerous for them to keep on meeting except in carefully planned moments that were furtive and not as pleasing as that night in her bed and with relations sleeping close by. They remained oblivious to what had been shared, the mattress in the small room lain on for moments of a rushed tryst that they could not prevent from happening.

As he moved off, and Lucia was lost to his sight, he knew that they simply couldn't get enough of each other. No one else could have a more seductive and passionate relative than Lucia, the woman who asked him to give her a lift to see relations in distress.

He had helped her to deal with her troubles along the way.

♥