Dominated by My Nephew

As well as more deviant or, as some would call them, kinkier practices, our sex also became more experimental and, at times a little rougher with a touch of BDSM and D/s thrown into the mix. He would smack my breasts, ass and pussy, pull my hair, chew and bite my nipples and clit and suck my tits and thighs leaving fierce looking love bites so that I was almost permanently marked. In my saner, thoughtful moments, which were usually when I was travelling around Europe, I recognised that I was starting to enjoy him doing such things to me and even giving me some pain especially when I was approaching an orgasm as it seemed to intensify it. Try as I might, I just couldn't get my head around that. I mean I hate injections and am petrified of the dentist but having my tits or pussy slapped had started turning me on! But then so did the way that my twenty-four-year-old nephew controlled and directed me. As I lay naked and alone in a foreign bed, perhaps in Paris or Berlin, often my hands would find my breasts or slip between my legs as I tried to work out just what the fuck was happening to me? As usual, though, I rarely got far with answering that question before my orgasm erupted and drove all rational thoughts from my mind.

After the episode when I told him about how I'd had Jill and I had made love, the sex between us got more adventurous and probably more decadent as well. Actually, when I think back it wasn't after that, it was as I'd told him almost blow by blow how she and I had undressed and made love as Kevin, my husband, had watched us that his sexual approach to me got wilder. He loved it when I talked dirty to him or when I told him snippets from my sex life particularly stuff about Jill.

At the same time Neil and I had undressed each other and he fingered me and then titty fucked me before forcing his cock into my mouth and fucking that as well. He had, of course, been there before with his lovely cock but that was when I was giving him a blow job and I was in sexual charge. Now I wasn't because, in a way, if it's possible, he raped my mouth. Having just fucked my tits as I held them together, he had straddled me and pushed the bulbous end of his cock against my lips forcing them wide open so that he could ram himself inside it. He thrust into it as far as he could go so that his balls slapped against my chin. I tried to slow him down and prevent him deep-throating me but I couldn't and he pounded my face as it had never been pounded before. It didn't take him long to reach his climax and after shooting a stream of his spunk deep into my throat he pulled out and erupted the rest of his acrid delivery onto my face and tits.

"So how many times did you make each other cum?" he asked as we lay recovering from our climaxes. That's always a good time to discuss sexual matters and Kevin and I had talked about many things during such recovery times. They included him asking me many times over a few years to go with another woman as he watched but until near the end of our marriage I'd always refused. I had never spoken about what went on during the two times we had sex so when I told Neil it was a new experience for me as, so he told me, him as well.

"It's not like that with a woman," I told him, adding, "Well it wasn't for me."

"What's it like then?"

"Well I found it more like one long orgasm. Jill aroused me so easily almost with the first kiss I was at boiling point and it was like a mini-climax. I wasn't actually climaxing but I had most of the feelings and emotions of an orgasm without the full explosion so really she was able to continue doing what she wanted to me as I rode along on the crest of the climax she was creating and holding me to. If that makes sense, does it?"

"Sort of yes so what did she do to you?"

"Well I told you about how she used her fingers and tongue on me."

"Yes, you mean how she used those on your cunt and clit."

"Right and what I did to her and how it made me feel?"

"Yes but how did you know what to do?"

"Well remember I'd had some experience."

"How old were you then?"

"Younger than you, twenty or twenty-one when I was at uni, but I could hardly remember that so I just did to her what she did to me and what came naturally."

"Including sucking her tits?"

"Yes of course, in some ways that's the loveliest part of sapphic sex," I said grinning as I added, "Using a technical term."

"I prefer lessy sex myself but go on. You mean her tits are lovelier than the rest including her cunt?"

"Yes in some ways as they are more loving whereas down there is more sexual if you get the difference, do you?"

"Not sure really as I think I prefer what you have downstairs above what you have up top, as lovely as they are," he said cupping my breast and kissing it before mumbling through my flesh in his mouth, "So how do two birds fuck each other? I've always wondered."

"Well sometimes one is more the feminine and the other more dykey I guess and she takes over, but when both are like Jill and me."

"And what are you both like?"

"Just women luv, just feminine."

"So then what happens?"

"I don't know with others but we sort of took it turns to be the leader so effectively we fucked each other and it wasn't her fucking me or vice versa. It started after we'd both had mini orgasms from the other's fingering and we lay a bit like we are now, she kissed me and rolled on top of me and put herms around me. It was lovely feeling her tits on, well actually almost buried in mine,"

"Then what?"

"We kissed long and lovingly and she slowly started moving."

"How do you mean moving, how did she move?"

"Like you do when you're in me but of course she wasn't in me but our mounds were pressed together so there was pressure on our clits as she slid up and down a little. It was lovely and as I've done with you, I couldn't stop myself from opening my legs wide and wrapping them around her waist."

"Didn't that make you cum?"

"No, well yes but then I was sort of cumming all the time, that's what I told you, girl to girl sex is like having one long orgasm that gets strong then eases off then strengthens again."

"So go on."

"Then we swapped around and I became the man as it were being on top of her and fucking her mound and clit. We both had a climax as I did that and then we tribbed, you know what that is I assume?"

"Yes, sort of but you tell me, I love hearing you talk about sex," he said as I could feel his cock hardening against my leg.

"Mmmm," I muttered pressing against it, "That feels nice."

"That's rich coming from an old dyke like you," he said grinning.

"Hey not so much about the old," I smiled back.

"Well after I'd fucked her we were lying side by side kissing and stroking each other when she sat up and looking right into my eyes she straddled me across my right groin and hip then slid down a bit so that her pussy pressed right on mine and then she rubbed hers against mine. It was a fantastic combination of appearance as it looked amazing, and sensation, which was just like being fucked and then we did both have explosive orgasms."

As I told him about the tribbing so I could feel that he was fully hard and that, what I had told him, the recall of Jill and his hands on my mound and tits got to me and I was near but hadn't orgasmed. Then, with the benefit of his youth and not having cum, with me at least, for some time prior to the mouth fuck, twenty-minutes or so later, he fucked me still with his spunk on my body that he licked off just as he shot his new load deep into me.

Not long later, perhaps an hour or so, after we'd lay in each other's arms in a fairly rare show of affection, he told me, "Go into the bedroom, clean yourself up, undress to your knickers and lay on the bed on your front." As he said that he hardly looked up and gave me no further instructions so I did as he ordered getting quite a buzz from him directing me.

"Put this on," he told me giving me a blindfold when I came out of the bathroom naked apart from a pair of white, flimsy, lacy knickers. I did as he said and was lying on my front on the bed when I heard him approaching. Taking my wrist in one hand, he rubbed that against him. Running it down his chest and placing right on his flaccid cock I realised that he was naked.

"Mmmmmm nice," I whispered wrapping my finger round his cock and fondling his balls as I felt something cold on my wrist. He pulled that above my head and I heard a click, "What the hell?" I grunted as he took my other wrist and repeated the action. 'Christ,' I thought. 'He's handcuffed me to the bed.'

"Be quiet Jayne, you'll love this."

Kevin and I had messed around tying me up a few times, but had used my panties or tights, not bloody handcuffs. I had found being restrained quite exciting as he had, but we didn't get too far into it. This, however, was a completely different ball game, for in addition to being manacled I was also sight deprived. I had never had that before and it both aroused and scared me.

"Get up on all fours and kneel for me," he told me. "Now bend forward and put your face on your hands."

He began to massage my shoulders in slow, sensual movements which was one of a number of things that I particularly enjoyed with my ex but unlike him Neil had this way of introducing complementary aspects and differences into our sex. Aggressiveness and gentleness, sordidness and decorum and romance with raw sex. The combination of being handcuffed and blindfolded with a languid, sensual, caressing type of massage was a classic example. As were the words he used.

"Your tits look fantastic hanging down and wobbling like that, you sexy, dirty old bitch," he said pulling my panties down to mid-thigh but not removing them though uncovering my most intimate places.

With one hand he softly massaged my back and with the other he pinched my nipples hard making me gasp with the sudden pain. His hands slowly moved down my arms, pausing to fondle my breasts softly before cupping them and then, after removing his hand slapping them, again making me jump and gasp with the stinging pain. He moved onto my hands that he massaged including every finger which he also sucked almost as if they were a cock.

Still kneeling in the rather undignified position on the bed with my bare butt in the air and my boobs hanging down I was, maybe wrongly, sinking into a relaxed state as he turned his attention to my back and buttocks. I didn't object or try to wriggle away when he massaged between my cheeks pausing right on my anus before rimming me for a good few minutes.

"Hold this," he said passing me something that was fairly heavy and cold and seemed to be made of metal or maybe glass or plastic. "Warm it up."

I held it in my hand and pressed it against the bed as he rubbed warm oil into my buttocks, thighs, calf muscles and feet. Then his hands were between my legs and he started to stroke my sex. My first impulse was to push back against his hand and open my legs more to give him greater access. I guessed, though that if I did he would only push me down again so I stayed as I was and revelled in his fingers applying slow and so fucking sexy strokes to my lips and clit. My skin tingled when he leaned forward and hovered his body over mine, kissing me softly on the back of my shoulders. He took the mysterious object from my hands and I felt more oil being dripped onto my back. His magic hands continued their seduction of my skin; I could have purred.

Comfortable?" he whispered right into my ear.

"Mmmmm blissfully so," I sighed.

"You need to pull your knees more under you, but keep your head on the bed.

I did as he told me aware that my bum was now even more on display making me feel very exposed and vulnerable. In addition to the pleasantly erotic sensation of the sight deprivation, I was pleased that I was blindfolded as, in a way, it gave me a degree of anonymity although I knew full well that he could see everything but I couldn't see him looking. He covered my back in light kisses and soft licks, gradually moving further down my back. Then, my insides somersaulted when he ran his tongue down my spine from the back of my neck all the way to my clit, passing across both my anal hole and my vagina lips in one long lick. That was sensational.

He whispered in my ear? "Jayne, I need you to stay relaxed and not overthink what I am going to do. In a moment I am going to prepare you for the fuck of your dreams, but you must trust me, okay?"

He said that with his sexy as fuck voice that had mesmerised me since we first met. He could have been saying anything to me and I would have gone along with it. With one hand under me cupping and squeezing my breasts and nipples he gripped the slight excess of flesh on my hip with the other as his fingernails dug welcomingly painfully into it. He licked and kissed from the bottom of my spine to my clit that he sucked into his mouth. He sort of growled as he often did when aroused before saying, "You are fucking beautiful down here Jayne, you have a gorgeous cunt and arsehole. I look at them on my laptop every night," reminding me about the photographs that I had posed for him.

"Mmmmm," I sighed probably too far gone to put a full sentence together or worry about the photographs as I did when not sexually aroused.

He muttered, "Don't move," as his fingers parted my folds for his tongue to inflict the maximum devastation on my self-control. His licks and kisses and the flicks of his tongue all over my pussy and clit quickly had me panting and I wanted him to put me out of my misery and fuck me. But I didn't say anything as from previous experience I knew that he didn't Iike me asking but preferred begging instead and if I got it wrong, I'd get nothing and he might, as he had a few times, simply walk away. I was becoming a junky for his continual torment and teasing and I was both pleased and relieved when I felt his fingers sliding into me. I writhed against them in an effort to wring every last bit of pleasure from the penetration. Somehow, he managed to get his tongue on my clit at the same time and that made me feel as if I would cum very soon.

Just when my release was imminent, he stopped and removed his fingers. I thought I might explode with frustration until I felt his finger pressing on my anus gently probing it. Lubricated by my own juices, it went in quite easily, probably up to the second knuckle. Then so fucking frustratingly he removed it. I almost screamed with the loss of that finger of pleasure. Then I felt warm oil being drizzled on to my lower back and gained a lovely sensation as it ran down between my bum cheeks. He rubbed me there including on and just inside the hole. Then the pressure on my bottom returned, but it was different and increasing. At the same time, his fingers slipped back inside my pussy and began pumping slowly up and down. That, together with the increasing pressure on my anus created a feeling of sublime fullness that was accompanied by an inexplicable expectation of something but just what I had no idea. This was another aspect of my involvement with him that made it so intriguing, mysterious and deviant, I suppose. Every time seemed different, he kept coming up with new ideas and ways to excite me and make me cum.

The pressure against my vaginal wall was increasing from both sides, but for a moment or two I could not work out how or why. Then it hit me. He was penetrating my anus with either, a dildo of some form or, a butt plug. Then, of course it hit me that was what he had asked me to warm up; it was a butt plug, another first for me.

Neil again managed to get his head between my legs and quite unexpectedly, he sucked hard on my clit. The combination of everything that was going on was far, far too much and my orgasm exploded over my body and in my mind with such a strong force that I may well have momentarily fainted.

I couldn't work out what was giving me the most pleasure and arousal. His fingers and mouth on my clit and pussy or, the butt plug that fitted so neatly into my anus. He had so far respected my reluctance to being fucked up there but his tongue and fingers had been into it. The warm metal of the plug was, however, a whole new ball game I was thinking with a wry grin as I changed that to bum game. But it wasn't just that, nor was it just what he was doing to me at the front. Again, like so much of the wonderful sex I was having with this twenty-four-year-old son of my sister, it was the combination of things he did to me and the extreme taboo nature of our relationship that were the real thrills. As also, was what he said to me throughout our sexual interplay and now as he whispered, "You know Aunty that before I go home, I will have to fuck your ass don't you?" I nearly didn't reply mainly because I couldn't put a rational sentence together with my orgasm raging so I simply whimpered,

"Yes Neil."

"Right go and have a bath then come down and you can get dinner I'm famished."

"Okay young sir," I replied half-joking though I knew he liked me calling him such things, "What does my lord and master want for dinner?" I asked as he removed both the blindfold and the handcuffs. It was only as I started to sit up that I realised he'd left the butt plug in me. Thinking it was a mistake, I looked at him and went to grip it.

"No leave it right where it is until I tell you to take it out."

"What while we have dinner?"

"Yes, now go and get it ready."

"Let me shower and dress first?" I asked standing up from the bed and rubbing my wrists where the cuffs had irritated them.

"No get it ready as you are and don't you dare take that fucking plug out of your ass, got it?"

"Yes Neil, I've got and I won't," I told him falling into my meek mode.

"Good, I've got some work to do," he said walking out of my bedroom, going into his room and slamming the door. He seemed to be annoyed which was a typical mood swing for him that I never understood.

Although as I moved around preparing the spaghetti and bolognese sauce I kept thinking the plug would slip out and I'd be in big trouble. Fortunately, it didn't and actually as I got used to having it in me it was not at all unpleasant. That, combined with my nudity had me in a state of mild arousal as I finished the cooking, and set the kitchen table.

"It's ready Neil," I called out to him, turning as he came into the kitchen and being surprised to see that he was fully dressed, "What's happening, why are you dressed?"

"We might pop down the pub after dinner," he surprised me by saying as we very rarely went out together. "Give you a chance to get used to the plug."

"What with it in me?" I asked probably sounding incredulous as that's how I felt before stammering on with "It might fall out."

"It won't, that's why they're shaped as they are. It'll get your bum used to having something big up it for when I fuck you up your ass."

"You sure about that?" I asked as we walked from my car to the pub.

"Yep certain," he replied

"We had an agreement didn't we?"

"Yep."

"So why do you think you'll do that?" I asked when we had our drinks and were sitting at the bar.

"Because the agreement was that I wouldn't fuck you up there," he said worryingly a little too loudly making me look around to see if anyone would hear him before he continued with, "Unless you wanted me to."

"Well I still don't."

"What's it like sitting there with that butt plug up there, is it okay?"

Thinking that I was being led into a verbal trap I played things down, "Yes, it's okay."

"I meant both how does it feel and how do you feel with all these people around some of who you've known for years and you know you've got a butt plug stuck up your ass, what would they think of that?"

"Stop it Neil and keep your voice down please."

"It's nice isn't it?"