Claire

Claire Ch. 01

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Claire adored her nephew, Phil -- and Phil adored Claire. To Claire, Phil was the sweetest boy and she found it hard to refuse him anything. For Phil, it was slightly different. At 19 and without ever dating a girl of his own age, Phil thought his aunt was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

Not that Claire thought of herself as sexy. At 38 she was unfashionably voluptuous, with large breasts which always seemed to be trying to break free of her bra and her dark hair hung down past her neck, seemingly caressing those full breasts.

Her plump thighs and calves were deliciously shapely and, when wearing the slim, high heeled, strappy sandals she once read made your legs look slimmer or the sheer tights or stockings she favoured because she also read that they gave larger legs better shape, she could easily have been a 1950s pin-up model.

This was reinforced by the red or pink lipstick and matching nail polish and the thick mascara she wore on her soft, chocolate brown eyes -- not to mention the way her skirt stretched tightly across her thighs and her ample bum.

Claire always worried that she was a little on the plump side but most men thought she was the perfect size: ample and curvy. Claire wouldn't have agreed but Phil certainly thought she was perfect, as did Claire's fiancé, Dave.

At 32, Dave was a few years younger than Claire and having been brought up in an all-female household, with his mum, aunts and even his older cousins sporting prominent busts and plump thighs, it was no surprise that Dave developed a liking for the fuller figure.

Given the way that Dave's aunts and cousins made a fuss of him but also teased him -- and also at times seemed oblivious to him when they applied their make-up or even lifted their skirts and adjusted a suspender clip -- it was also no surprise that Dave developed slightly passive, voyeuristic preferences and was very excited by Claire's appearance - and also her behaviour.

But that didn't mean he was entirely happy with the situation unfolding in front of him ....

Claire was sitting at her dressing table putting the finishing touches to her make-up. She was wearing a satin bra that wasn't strictly speaking a push-up bra but was having that effect on Claire's rather large breasts. The soft flesh above the bra cups jiggled each time she moved. Today, she had opted for sheer, flesh-coloured stockings with a pink suspender belt which pulled the stocking tops taut. Her panties were also pink -- and were also half way down her thighs.

"Now Phil, I know we agreed you could experience feeling a woman's legs while she wore stockings and suspenders but I also said that I had to be wearing panties," said Claire, leaning forward to touch-up her lipstick and inadvertently pushing her breasts together to form an impressive cleavage valley -- and doing nothing to actually stop Phil sliding her panties down her stockinged thighs.

"But Aunt Claire," countered Phil, continuing to let his hands roam her thighs, "I didn't actually remove them, I just adjusted their position a little."

"No dear, you shouldn't be doing that to your aunt. Especially with Dave here. After all, he is my fiancé."

Hearing Claire talk about him gave Dave a start, as if he had been woken from a dream. He certainly did dream about watching other men fondling his lovely fiancé's legs but he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it happening in real life, especially by her own nephew!

"But Uncle Dave said he likes the idea of seeing someone fondle your legs -- he told me so himself!" replied Phil innocently, "Isn't that right, Uncle Dave?"

"Hmm that would explain a lot," said Claire, moving on to her mascara, "Is that why you like me in that very short skirt when I wear stockings and suspenders?"

Dave ummed and ahhed, his face flushed, as he tried to think of a suitable reply. Although Dave found it exciting at the time to tease his young nephew with talk of his voluptuous aunt in sexy outfits, he now wished he hadn't been quite so open when Phil asked Dave for details of any fantasies he had. Especially as Phil's hands roamed higher and higher up Claire's stockinged leg and Claire didn't seem to be doing anything to stop him.

"Claire! Are you going to let him just fondle you as he wants?" asked Dave, slightly exasperated but also slightly excited.

"I'm just in a quandary," said Claire, seemingly ignoring her nephew now openly fondling his voluptuous aunt's plump, stockinged thighs, "I don't want to upset you but you know I find it difficult to deny Phil anything."

"But I bought those stockings especially for you to wear for me, as my special treat -- and the first time you wear them I don't even get to feel them. I have to watch your nephew enjoying them instead."

"Oh, you'd love them, Uncle Dave," said Phil, with a little more enthusiasm than Dave was comfortable with, "Aunt Claire's legs feel so good and the sensation of these sheer stockings over them is really exciting. And thank you for getting a pair with seams. I love running my fingers up the back of auntie's stockinged legs, my finger tracing the seam."

Clair gave a low moan as Phil's fingers did just that and she gave a surprised squeal when his fingers continued past the stocking tops, along and then inside her bare thigh and traced her pussy lips over the top of her satin panties.

Dave's erection gave an involuntary twitch at hearing his wife moan as her young nephew teased her thighs and her panty-covered pussy. "But this was my fantasy." he complained, "You agreed you would dress up and let me fondle you. You even made me abstain from touching my cock for a month so I would be even more excited."

Claire stopped applying her make-up and stood and faced Dave, her hands on her hips. "And who had the fantasy about a young innocent lad fondling me?"

"Yes but not.."

"Who enjoyed me talking about inexperienced hands caressing my body?"

"Well, OK but.."

"And who was quite happy for me to brush my panty-clad bum cheeks across his erection while we talked about it and even to let his cock rest in my cleavage? Well?"

"But once I was that excited from not cumming for a whole month and with all your teasing but not finishing me of course it sounded exciting. But I didn't know you meant your nephew," whined Dave.

"Well, a deal's a deal," said Claire, brushing Phil's hand away from trying to slip inside her panties. "Once I asked Phil if he would do us a favour there was no going back."

Dave noticed that Phil's fingers were once again slipping under Claire's panties but she didn't stop him this time. "But watching him running his hands over those stockings and suspenders makes me unbelievable horny. Can't I at least feel your legs while I watch?"

"I'll tell you what," said Claire, sitting down again, "it's time for Phil's special request. You can finger me while I give him his treat. Are you sure this is what you want, Phil darling?"

"Oh yes please!" squealed Phil, "like in the photo."

As Dave looked on, partly horrified and partly more excited than he had ever been in his life, his lovely, shy wife crossed one stockinged leg over another and eased first one and then the other of her large breasts over the top of her bra, looking both obscene and beautiful in equal measures.

"Can I really squeeze them around my dickie?" asked Phil, a pleading note in his voice.

"Of course! A promise is a promise," replied Claire, "Would you like to feel them and suck them first?"

"Yes please!" squealed Phil, grabbing one large breast and squeezing it while his mouth latched onto the other, the first breast he had known since Claire's sister had stopped breast-feeding him.

For the first time today, as she felt Phil's inexperienced hands fondling her big breast and his mouth sucking on her nipple, Claire didn't feel as much in control as she would have liked, "Dave, my pussy. Now!" she gasped, as she uncrossed her legs.

Dave obediently knelt alongside his wife's leg and ran one hand over her stockinged thighs before slowly stroking her pussy lips. His other hand gently touched his own excited penis.

"Can I do it now, Aunt Claire? Please?" begged Phil, "Like in the photo?"

And Dave watched as his lovely wife took a large breast in each hand and squeezed them back into her far-too-small bra and then eased her nephew's hard cock into the cleavage formed by her plump breasts.

Of course, feeling those big, soft lovely titties around his young cock was too much for Phil and he immediately and involuntarily started thrusting his erection between his aunt's breasts as he gasped and moaned excitedly.

Claire knew he wouldn't last long and each time the head of his cock poked out from her cleavage, she gave it a little kiss or a lick. Phil gasped "Oh Auntie!" and as Claire circled her bright red lips around Phil's cock as her tongue explored the sensitive underside of his cock-head, he shuddered and his cock exploded in a torrent of thick spunk, hitting Claire's mouth and falling over her lips and trickling down her face before dripping onto her breasts.

"Mmm! MMMM!" she mumbled and Dave knew what she wanted. He flicked his tongue across her engorged clit as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her until she also shuddered, hugged her nephew and melted into her own orgasm.

With Phil and Claire now satisfied, Dave looked to his own needs. He gently rolled Claire onto her back and parted her stockinged thighs. "No," whispered Claire, "Let me lay here with Phil for a while. You don't mind finishing yourself off, do you?" And with that, Claire turned back and faced her smiling nephew, giving him a big hug and stroking his head. She marvelled that his cock was already hardening again as it nestled between her stocking tops.

Despite hating that he was being sidelined again, Dave was so horny he meekly accepted and gently rubbed his already fit-to-burst cock against his wife's plump bum-cheeks, now once again encased in her pink satin panties. He used her bum-cleavage to wank his cock and as he saw Claire move her face forward and give Phil a long, slow kiss on the mouth his cock exploded over his wife's sexy bum.