Dominated By My Nephew Pt 3

A message from the author.

This is a difficult story for me to write as it involves me having sex with my twenty-four-year-old nephew. That in itself is difficult enough but what makes it even more so is the nature of the sex we had when he stayed with me for a few months working on his PhD. He took me over and dominated my mind and body in every way. He made me his submissive which no other man had previously attempted let alone achieved. And I enjoyed every second of it.

I'd love to hear from you especially if you've read the two previous parts and/or intend to read the subsequent ones.

Hugs,

Jayne

aka Westjayne495

How about we order a Chinese?" Neil asked when he called me on my mobile as I was driving home from a meeting in Birmingham some 120 miles from where I lived, "It'll save you cooking," he said with a smile in his voice.

Touched by his thoughtfulness I replied, "Good idea Neil, thanks."

Getting home around eight, I showered and dressed in a pair of silvery blue combat pants and a long-sleeved white shirt with buttons right up the front. I made sure that neither garment was tight or in any way provocative hoping that the evening could pass in a pleasant way without any untoward sexual diversions. I still hadn't come to terms with what had happened between Neil and me over the past few days since the visit to Annabel's. What I found much harder to understand was how and why I had so quickly fallen under his spell and was, effectively, becoming his submissive. Over the past few days I had thought of little else than how I could change so much and be so different with him as I had been sexually with my ex-husband and was business-wise at work. It was as if I became a different person around my twenty-four-year-old nephew.

Neil arrived home shortly after me and as he gave me a peck on the cheek said, "Welcome home had a good day? I've ordered the Chinese and it'll be here in half an hour. Give me time to grab a shower. Let me pour you a glass of wine," he rather untypically gushed. As he showered, I sat in what we call the family room, although, of course, there was no longer a family here, sipping my wine, watching TV and wondering just what the evening would bring.

"OK let me get things ready. Shall we eat here or in the kitchen? What do you think?" Neil asked returning to the family room wearing tight blue jeans and a white, equally tight tee shirt. He had bare feet I noticed and, to my horror, I found myself thinking that he looked good.

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

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

He got plates and bowls, chopsticks, forks and napkins and sat opposite me across the low coffee table drinking a glass of wine as we waited for the delivery.

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

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

"I've never had it that way."

"Oh really ma'am?" he said putting on a posh voice, "You must have led a very sheltered life. May I enquire which ways you have had it?"

The clever double entendre made me laugh and forgetting the rule I'd mentally made with myself to stay completely away from doing, saying or acting in any way that might encourage him I replied, "Oh, just the straightforward one, sitting down and finishing it all off in one go?"

"So, no seconds usually or repeat orders?"

"Er no, not so much in recent years."

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

I thought it best not to reply to that and instead asked, "May I have some more wine please?" holding out my glass.

"Of course ma'am, you can have anything you want," Neil replied pouring the wine as he looked deep into my eyes so that he almost missed my glass.

Laughing and joking just as we had before anything sexual had happened between us, we ate the food which was delicious. I began to forget the episodes at Annabel's and on the way home, the escapades we'd had in the kitchen and my adventurous 'tit show.' I began to relax and enjoy myself. We had been alone all yesterday and night and for a couple of hours today and Neil hadn't tried anything and had made no advances. 'Perhaps he's realised how wrong it is?' I thought as I sipped my wine.

After finishing the meal that he insisted on clearing away, we were sitting side by side, but a little distance apart, on the sofa with the TV on although, we were hardly watching it. We had drunk almost two of the bottles of wine and I, certainly and I guessed him as well were at that stage of inebriation where we were 'gigglingly tipsy'.

We were laughing at the silliest little thing. Making inane jokes and finding humour in the most ordinary of things. Neither of us were drunk, just pleasantly mellow and invitingly relaxed. It was just how things had been before and just after he moved in when we had always got on very well more as friends than relatives and certainly not as lovers.

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

I turned towards him and smiling said. "And so did I and I thanks for thinking of it and arranging it Neil, it was thoughtful of you."

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

I looked at him looking at me and unconsciously I took in his broad chest with the tee stretched tightly across it, his muscular, tanned arms poking out of the sleeves, his flat stomach, his shapely muscular legs in the tight jeans and the bulge at the top of them. He looked so good and, I couldn't help thinking, very attractive but I knew I had to stop thinking like that. I had resolved to resist whatever he might suggest and no matter how I felt, I wouldn't give in again as I had other times I'd decided.

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

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

"It doesn't matter the results are the same Neil we can't go there again so forget it," I said sharply starting to get up.

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

"We can do anything we want Jayne," he said his face moving very close to mine. "We're two grown-ups and you enjoyed it the other night didn't you?"

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

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

"Please don't start again," I said panicking a little for I was feeling both slightly scared and rather excited. I was shocked at just how easily he had got me going and into this state of arousal where my heart was pounding, my breasts felt full and heavy and, already, I could feel that I was wetting my knickers with my female juices. He was holding me tightly and was pressing me back into the depths of the sofa. His face hovered close to mine and then moved forward. I turned mine away so that his lips found my cheek instead of what I assumed was its target, my mouth.. He kissed that and pulled my body against him, squashing my breasts against his broad chest.

"Kiss me Jayne, kiss me."

"No Neil, no."

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

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

I tried to keep my mouth still, but I knew it moved a little in response to his lips. I tried keeping my mouth closed, but it slipped open. I tried not moving my body, but as his chest pressed so firmly against my breasts I knew that I squirmed a little. I tried especially hard not to move my tongue when he slid his inside my mouth and pressed it against my teeth and gums but I felt it pressing back against his. And then his hand found my breast. He squeezed it, rather hard. He pinched the nipple, just a little too firmly. The combination of those and his mouth on mine was quite explosive and incredibly powerful waves of arousal roared through my body. With a grunt and a deep moan my lips opened fully. They moved against his and my tongue met his. My head rolled from side to side but not with efforts to escape. No, I was now kissing him back just as I had in the taxi and in the kitchen the other evening.

"Come to bed with me?" he rather unwisely asked for that broke the mood and changed the atmosphere. He'd released his grip on my arms and had moved his leg so I could move. I stood up and said as sharply as I could muster.

"No Neil, I keep telling you, we mustn't do that."

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

"I do mean it. Now stop this once and for all," I said as I went to walk past him, but he stopped me by putting his arm out in front of me and pulling me close to him with our faces almost touching.

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

"You were okay the other night showing me your tits."

"That was different?"

"So flashing your tits and letting me feel them's alright is it?"

"No, no it isn't."

"But it was then."

"No it wasn't alright, it was crazy and wrong."

"Then why did you take your top off after golf and your bra?"

"I don't know, but it was wrong I shouldn't have done it."

"But you did, didn't you and you enjoyed it."

"Yes, but I shouldn't have."

"So you did enjoy showing me your tits?"

"No, I didn't mean that."

"Then why say yes?"

"I meant yes I did do that not that I enjoyed it. Now stop Neil, stop it now," I pleaded pushing against his chest and trying to force him off.

"No you know you want it," he snarled stumbling a little as I squirmed away from him.

"I don't want it, we mustn't you're my nephew, my blood relative for God's sake," I whimpered pulling away from him.

He lost his grip on me and I managed to get away but only for a few yards. He was just too quick and strong and as I darted across the room he caught me by the waist band of my combat pants and pulled me backwards the waist of the pants slipping down a little to around my hips. I stumbled and started to fall pulling him with me as we fell onto the floor. I was on my side with him lying half on top of me. I couldn't move, I was completely trapped. His weight held me there stopping me from getting away. I knew that the fighting and squirming had made a couple of buttons on my shirt come undone and although I couldn't see I knew from the cool air on my skin that he'd pulled the waistband of my pants down at least a few inches and I wondered just how much of my buttocks were on view.

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

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

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

"No way I don't want you any way, I've told you how wrong it is and I just can't do it."

"What, can't do this?" he asked slipping his fingers inside my bra right onto my nipple. "Don't tell me you don't like this?" he went on squeezing the pink bud that I knew was already hard. "You loved it the other night, what's changed, what's different?"

"Nothing's changed, it was wrong then as it is now?"

"So's speeding or smoking joints wrong but we all do it."

"I don't."

"What speed? you did when you brought me home."

"No, I meant I don't smoke cannabis."

"Don't split hairs you know what I mean. So come on now."

At the same time he moved his body a little so just as I had the other evening I felt his erection against my leg. He started to make little humping and thrusting movements against me as he pushed his hand further into my bra cupping and squeezing my entire breast. He again pinched my nipple too hard which was, nevertheless, satisfyingly pleasant and that infuriated me as I was being stimulated simultaneously both above and beneath my waist.

I just lay there on my side, my shirt undone, one breast now pulled out of my bra and my trousers half down the cheeks of my bottom. I couldn't escape and didn't know what to do. His hand was all over my breasts and nipples pinching and squeezing, his erection was squirming its hardness against the cheek of my ass and I was concerned that I wasn't as afraid as I felt I should be at being in a near rape situation. And I had to admit that I was feeling some sensations that I would have preferred not to have felt. I knew that my resolve was weakening and my defences were crumbling because, fuck it, I was becoming aroused.

He pushed his tongue into my ear as he tore the rest of the buttons undone on my shirt and quite roughly pulled my other breast out from the flimsy, lacy bra, which did nothing to hide my tits, but gave them the support that their D cup, middle-aged, child suckled orbs nowadays required.

"God your tits are so fucking beautiful," he whispered running the tip of his tongue around my ear as he caressed each in turn.

"Let me go Neil, let me go," I replied lamely as he twisted the hard and aroused nipple between his finger and thumb.

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

Now more in fear of my own reactions than of what he was doing to me I didn't reply. Forcing himself on me as seemed to be his intention had lost the horror I had at first felt. The thought of him taking me by force, raping me really, didn't alarm as much or fill me with the dread that I thought it should. But then, I managed to reconcile as I lay there, I had shown him my breasts and let him play with them and several times now he'd fucked me when I masturbated. I was starting to think as he pinched and pulled my nipples, 'Is there that much difference between what goes on as I masturbate than in real life?'

"You are enjoying it aren't you, you old tart, like all old tarts would."

"No I'm not this is madness," I said probably sounding totally unconvincing.

"Then why did you show me your tits the other night, you liked doing that didn't you?"

I felt him turning me so that I was almost lying on my front with my face and bared breasts pressed against the carpet. "That was different," I moaned.

Whispering, "Not really, it was sex just the same as this is," he said pulling on the back of the collar of my shirt so it slid down my back, away from my boobs and down my arms so my tits were completely bare. He pressed one of his hands firmly in the middle of my shoulders holding me still although, I was realising, that probably wasn't necessary as my will to fight him was waning. My desire to get away was reducing and my resistance to the idea of being fucked by my nephew was slipping away from me.

I felt his other hand on the waist band of my combat pants and them being pulled downwards and I put up a struggle that deep down I knew was only perfunctory."No Neil no, you mustn't," I moaned. "Stop now and we'll forget this ever happened."

"Don't be fucking stupid we'll never forget it we'll both always remember that your nephew, over twenty-years younger than you fucked you on your family room floor."

"Stop it, don't say that," I groaned struggling to keep my pants in place

But now both of us knew that was merely a token gesture. The pants slid over the swells of my ass cheeks to be rumpled around my upper thighs. I pressed my legs tightly together still playing the game that my more responsible side expected of me, but now with a rapidly reducing commitment. I felt him tugging the waist band further down my legs so that the crotch of the combat pants slid away from my pussy. Stroking the skin of my bare ass murmuring and sighing at the smooth, soft flesh under his fingers he croaked right into my ear, "Mmmm, oh yes baby, you have such a gorgeous ass, maybe I'll fuck that instead of your cunt which at your age after the amount of fucking that's had, might be loose and as saggy as your tits are."

I felt a shudder run through me and fervently hoped he hadn't noticed that it was a shudder of want not of distaste as I was now definitely becoming aroused. I had no idea if he had noticed it or not but I knew that he most certainly had noticed my thong for he asked, "Did you put this on for me Aunty?"

"No, of course not?"

"Did you wear it because it doesn't cover that gorgeous ass or much else come to that?"

His attention was now fully on my ass that was just inches from his face and which he was caressing and stroking. I felt him plucking the slither of material of my thong that snuggled between my cheeks. It was frilly, lacy and delicate. A trivial garment, one that was hardly worth wearing for all the cover it provided. One that really had no other meaningful purpose than to excite and thrill. As I lay there with my ass in his face I was thinking, 'He really is wondering if I put it on with the expectancy of being undressed?' And that made me wonder whether unconsciously I may have done just that?

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

I know that I have a shapely ass, especially for a woman of my age whose had two children, and that it looks good in a thong. I was equally aware that I had a sensitive bum. And I was keenly aware that his manipulation of the thong, the stroking of my flesh and his strong and arousing words were getting to me. I could no longer even put up the pretence of struggling. I could no longer make verbal objections or try to get away. I hadn't yet given in completely, but I knew that my capitulation was nigh. Yes I knew that having sex with my nephew was inevitable as, I was realising, it had been from when we kissed in the back of the limo on the way home from Annabel's!