After The Funeral 7

The people in this are real and over 18, but this is a fictional situation.

On a cold Sunday morning whilst on my morning walk I got a phone call from my cousin Sandy. I was surprised as we haven't chatted in a long while. I answered and it was indeed Sandy, but she sounded distressed. I asked why?

Her husband Greg (they were married for 35 years) had suddenly died the night before in his sleep. I decided at short notice to get a flight to Melbourne so I could be with her (Sandy was there for me when my father passed away).

I landed in Melbourne and got a ride share to her place. With her daughter living in England and her son on his way back from a work trip I was the first to arrive.

I greeted Sandy with a peck on the cheek and a hug, her face and eyes were so red from crying it was sad to see her like this.

Sandy showed me to the spare room and put my suitcase on the floor. A few hours later the door knocked and it was her son Steven that arrived from his work trip.

I answered it and he and his wife Stephanie naturally had sad faces on them. I shook Steven's hand and Stephanie a hug and got Sandy from her bedroom.

The day of the funeral came and the entire (apart from Sandy' sister Denise) family were present. After the wake Steven and his wife and his sister Nicole (Sandy's daughter) had left to catch up with their friends and Sandy and I went back to her place.

When we got back Sandy decided to crack open a bottle of champagne to celebrate Greg's life privately with me. Sandy sobbed and sobbed and I hugged her. That night we must have drunk 3 bottles of champagne that early evening and Sandy decided to get into something less formal than the black dress she attended the funeral in. I did the same and was in tracksuit pants and a T-shirt.

We turned the TV on and sat on the lounge and ordered in some food online for delivery. When our food arrived we ate it and had some more champagne. By this time Sandy was using my lap as a pillow and was then abruptly woken by my cock hardening. I was perplexed why this was happening because it was family. Sandy was attractive, but I didn't have any feelings of a sexual nature until it seems now.

I apologised to her, but Sandy insisted that she it, I said okay. I removed my tracksuit pants and my underwear and the 7 inches of my thick cock sprang out. Sandy inhaled like she had never sucked on a cock before. While Sandy was sucking on my dick I took her pants off, she then reluctantly then lifted her mouth off my cock and took her top off revealing an awesome set of boobs especially for someone in her mid 60's.

We agreed we should take this to the bedroom, so we shut off the TV and made our way to the bedroom. Once we got to the bedroom we just looked at each other in our nakedness and decided to passionately kiss. Our tongue probing kisses lead to Sandy sitting on the side of the bed spreading her legs open demanding me to eat her pussy. I did as she told me and ate her bald pussy lips. This went on for a while until we both moved onto the bed.

Sandy then spread her legs and I entered her pussy smashing it with long and deep strokes. We were fucking like teenagers on heat, talking dirty and none the wiser we are cousins having an incestuous sex romp.

Sandy started using her pussy muscles to milk my cock and my balls started to twitch, I said to her that I was about to cum and she told me that she wanted my cum inside of her and for me to treat her like a whore. Sandy started getting loud calling my name (even calling me my late fathers' name at one point) as I penetrated her sacred hole filling it up with my baby batter. We must have fucked for hours and hours as we were in a variety of positions (Including the 69er position.

I finally started to get soft and we looked at all this cum flow out of Sandy's pussy onto the bed and fell asleep in each others' arms knowing how wrong we were by having sex.

The next morning I woke up and noticed Sandy was up and so was I again when Sandy brought in breakfast. She told me her sister Denise was flying in today and staying with her. My cock twitched when she told me, but our lust for each other was between us only.

Before I left the following day I showered we fucked again twice, once in the shower that morning and other in the bed smelling of sex from the previous night.