My Aunt Never Gave Me a Chance

I awoke to the feeling of a hand moving on my chest. I leaned my head to the side and saw Aunt Dee, with no makeup on and her hair messy from sleep, and was overcome by how truly stunning she was. I think she saw it in my eyes, and kissed me.

"Hey there, how do you like waking up next to your incest wife?"

Just like that, I was entranced. The memory hit me of what she'd said before we'd napped -- all the extremely kinky things that had helped her take me over the edge. Had I agreed to something? I couldn't remember details -- only that she'd said my load was going to bind us, or something similar. My load was all too eager to comply with anything she wanted, so that left the rest of me. I was simultaneously confused, horny, satisfied, and in love.

Wait... In love? Uh-oh.

"Come on and get up," she said, pulling my arm, "it's getting late and I want to eat something delicious."

We got ready and headed to a seafood place on the resort that we'd smelled earlier and wanted to try. Aunt Dee was dressed very simply in a short, red dress. It hugged her body without being tight. She'd painted her lips to match, and added a slight touch of color around her eyes. Her confident strut along the pathways and the click click of her heels turned every head we passed. She was a queen, and she knew it.

We sat, ordered drinks and an appetizer to split, selected our main, then just stared at each other. I was at a loss of what to say. I didn't know if she meant the things she'd said earlier or if she'd just been using those fucked up words to send me over the edge.

Knowing something was up, she started the conversation. "Okay, what's on your mind? I've known you too long to not know when there is something you aren't sure how to say."

"Yeah, you always could read me." I knew that beating around the bush would be a waste of time, so I just said it. "A few hours ago, when you... absolutely blew my mind, you said a lot of things that hit me hard and rattled through my entire body. I know people say a lot of things when they are being kinky so I just am unsure what..."

"You're unsure if I was being serious or if I was just messing with your mind to see how hard I could rock you?"

I nodded.

"I saw the reaction I got from you over breakfast, when I told that couple beside us we were newlyweds. You seemed pretty excited, and I had a feeling you were still thinking about it while I was edging you. That's why I said it when I did."

I nodded again. "Makes sense. You do have a way of giving me extreme fantasies, and I guess you added a big one."

"I gotta say though, I liked it." She was looking intently at me, trying to gauge my reaction. "When I said it to that couple, it sent shivers through me. That's why I needed you to get me off right away. I know we haven't been here long, and I know people get vacation-crazy and say stupid things, but I have known you forever. I know that I love you. I love you not as an aunt, but as a woman loving a man. I am feeling things I haven't felt since I was twenty -- the excitement of new love; the thrill of a new lover; the feeling of wanting to spend your every day with someone."

My jaw hit the table. My dream woman was confessing her love for me -- talking about spending her life with me. I knew I had to speak, but I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I just opened my mouth; I was going to be just as surprised by whatever came out of it as Dee would be.

"You haven't felt this way since you were twenty? Well, I've never felt this way. Not even my wife has had me feeling this way. I have had the chance to live out my wildest dreams, and you have blown them out of the water. I can't think of anything better than being your incest husband."

She laughed and giggled and kissed me hard. We ate our meals as we flirted and laughed. We then walked over to a building where there was a live band. We danced to nearly every song, moving wildly to fast songs and holding each other tightly during the slow ones.

As the evening wound down, Aunt Dee pulled my ear to her lips and whispered, "How about walking me home?"

We got to our room, and what followed could only have been called lovemaking. Our lips barely left each other's -- only long enough to whisper words of love. Our hands were clasped tightly with our fingers intertwined, and our legs copied them as best they could.

We ended up in a spooning position. I was in a world of pleasure. I had one arm under her neck, with that hand still joined to one of hers.. My free hand was able to explore her willing body. I would hold her hip and pull her back onto me, I would hold her breasts and pinch her nipples. She took that hand in hers and guided it to her clit. She released me once she was satisfied with its placement and moved her hand to my head. She tilted hers so we were face to face.

"My perfect boy. My good boy. I'm so thankful I seduced you so hard. I'm so happy I never gave you a chance. It doesn't even matter that you are married to someone else; your cock belongs to me. Tell me I own you. Tell me you will never be rid of this lust."

"I can't help it. I tried. I tried so many times to be free of your hold over me. It was impossible. If I even saw a picture of you online. I was lost and would have to jerk off looking at it. Now that I've had you, I will only ever cum thinking about you. Sex with you is better than I ever dreamt of. Your body is made to own me. You own all of me. I am your helpless sex toy. I am so in love with you. I have never had a connection on every level like this. I have to cum for you. I have no choice."

Looking into each other's eyes, we climaxed together. I was about to roll off, but our bodies refused to be separated. She simply rolled with me, refusing to let go of the moment. She kissed me sweetly, and swore that she would always be my aunt-wife and taboo temptress.

"You haven't lost your erection?" she asked in amazement. Does this new layer to our bond have you that excited? Fuck! I must be irresistible to you. I must have really melted that mind. Married to a sixty-some-year-old woman has your cock rock hard after just cumming? Fuck, yes!"

She sat up on me and began to ride me, looked down at me as a huntress above her prey. "I am not stopping until I satisfy my new husband."

Moan

"You heard me. Your new wife is going to take everything you have to give me."

Moan

I found the will to talk again. "Oh god Dee. You are everything to me. Lover, wife, goddess."

She started grinding harder on me, sweat dripping off her. She pulled me into a seated position and I wrapped my arms around her, trying to reach my head up to kiss her. She instead placed a hand on the side of my head, and with her other, held a breast and pulled my face onto it.

I realized that was the first time I had taken her nipples into my mouth. I was delirious with pleasure; Aunt Dee's breast was in my mouth, and I was using my tongue to play with her nipple. She held my head tightly and shouted, "Harder!"

I started rolling her nipple between my teeth while fighting for breath. I rolled her over and started working on her other breast while keeping a hand on her spit-soaked tit. Every time I pinched, she squealed and lifted her pelvis up against me.

Our fucking started to get more urgent. I could not get enough of her tits; they were the perfect size to suck and play with. She was loving the attention I was giving them, and her moans were spurring me on.

"Your mouth is amazing! Never stop! You can never stop fucking me! I'm gonna marry the fuck out of you!"

"Dee! I am yours. I fucking love your tits. Your pussy! Your ass! Please. Please! Be my wife!"

We were so far in each other's minds that we shouted twisted, taboo wishes at each other until we were once again cumming hard together. Holding tightly to my taboo wife, I didn't merely fall asleep, but fell hard into sleep.. Totally spent, nothing could have kept me awake.

The rest of the week was a blur of lust and cum. We played like new lovers. We made even the youngest couples envy our love. We bought rings and promised to wear them whenever we could. We laughed, danced, loved, and swam in the ocean. Our lovemaking swung between tender sex and curse-filled wildness. Once we held each other, whispering words of devotion until it seemed the pure passion brought us to climax. Another time, I left the washroom after brushing my teeth to find Dee on the bed wearing only a choker and stockings begging me to make her howl. We were everything for each other and were totally satisfied.

Of course the week had to end. The last morning we had together, we woke and packed. We sat on the bus to the airport, my aunt resting her hand on my cock the whole ride. Her flight left an hour before mine, and we held each other and kissed until the last moment, when she had to board. I promised to text when I arrived safe, said goodbye to the greatest wife I could ever imagine, and headed to my gate.

I slept the whole flight. My body was spent. It had been the perfect week, and my heart ached at the prospect of returning to my regular life.

I landed and hailed a cab to take me home. I was already planning how to get away for another week with Dee, and wondering how soon it could happen. I thought, at best, in about half a year we could get away again. It seemed like forever.

I pulled up to my house, tipped the driver, and walked through my door. The house was quiet. I walked up to my bedroom and threw my bag onto the bed. As it landed, I noticed a note. I picked it up and read it:

Hey, if you are reading this, you probably have already guessed.

It was your standard breakup note. My wife had realized that she wasn't cut out for married life. She wanted freedom and travel. She loved me, but knew she couldn't stay. She'd taken advantage of the week to move in with a friend and figure out her next move. That did explain why she didn't ask too many questions about my trip, probably just as happy to have the week with me away so she could move out before talking to me about her decision. I called her cell; she answered, and we talked for about a half hour. She didn't want a messy divorce. We owed more on the house than it was worth, so she didn't want anything -- just a clean break.

I was still somewhat out of sorts when she said to me, "Sorry I couldn't be the wife you needed." That phrase hit home. She was right, even though she probably didn't know why. There was only one person who could be the wife I needed.

We ended the phone call with a plan to file quickly, as we both hated when things lingered. I looked at the phone and knew my next call.

When I told Dee what I had come home to, she said how sorry she was to hear my marriage was ending. There was a moment of silence, then she said, "Sounds to me like this is something you will need the love of family to help you through." There was almost a pleading in her voice. Within ten minutes we had a ticket booked for Aunt Dee to fly out.

***

Two weeks later, I was at the airport, waiting for her flight to land. When I saw her walk through the doors, I ran to her and kissed her deeply. I noticed she was wearing her ring, and she noticed I was wearing mine. We waited for her bags; she'd brought a lot! I drove her home and she admired the house. She excused herself into the washroom and I took her bags to my bedroom. I stood in my bedroom, looking around the room, when a feeling of home came over me that I hadn't felt before. Though my ex and I had lived there, it had felt more like a place to exist instead of the grounded, settled and content feeling I was experiencing.

"Oooooooh nephew!"

I was teased out of my reflective moment by a sweet voice, dripping with honey. I turned around and felt the wind completely leave my body. Aunt Dee was wearing a white lace teddy. She was smiling ear to ear.

"I thought this would work as a wedding dress." She moved to me, skillfully undid my pants, then pushed me onto the bed. "Do you take me to be your unholy wedded wife? To obey, to serve, to love? To hold me till death do we part?"

"Oh my god yes!" I shouted.

"Good answer!" Aunt Dee then held my cock, opened her mouth and absolutely swallowed it. It was bliss -- wedded bliss. She gave me the best blowjob of my life, her head and hand working in perfect unison. When I felt my cum rising, I warned her. She looked me in the eye, hummed, and brought a huge load out of me. She drank it down with a smile. "I realized I never did that on our getaway. I thought I should remedy that. Now, isn't there something you should be asking me?"

She laid down and spread her legs apart. I kissed her thigh. "Do you take me to be" kiss "your unholy wedded husband?" kiss

I was going to keep asking, but she grabbed my face and pulled it tightly into her.

"Yes yes yes yes! I'm your fucking wife!" She came so hard that I thought she would break my nose. She was so loud, everyone in the neighborhood must have realized I was doing just fine after the separation.

She pulled me up onto her and kissed me passionately. She rolled me onto my back, positioned my cock, and sat down onto me. I looked up at my aunt, my fantasy, my wife. She was everything a woman should be. She rode me with the love and lust we had developed together.

For the next twenty minutes, our bodies were one. Every thrust felt like the first time we had been together. My body seemed to know that it was where it belonged. As we rolled around the bed, my new wife's sweat settled into the sheets and her intoxicating aroma surrounded me. Like a predator marking its territory, that bed and my body belonged to her. I was completely helpless against the vixen who had long ago insinuated herself into my mind as the pinnacle of womanhood.

She knew when I was going to cum. "I own you now. No more dreaming about a woman you are not with. You will never again have to close your eyes to picture me! Look at me. Look at your new wife, begging you to give it all to her. Now cum in your aunt!"

We exploded. The kinkiness and love was overwhelming. Afterwards, we talked, basking in the afterglow, holding each other, making plans for the future. She decided to sell her house back home, and to tell people she wanted a new start and decided that helping her favorite nephew through a difficult time was the perfect excuse to make the move permanently. Then we would sell my home and find a place that was more meant for us. My home had several bedrooms, which had seemed like a good plan for a young couple.

She looked in my eyes and her voice took on a serious tone. "You know what you have agreed to, right? I can't give you a family. I am in my sixties. We can't visit home and be a couple. Tell me you understand all this."

"Dee, you have always been the one I wanted. I don't care about any of that. I can't imagine a life better than one where you are my wife."

She looked at me, then laughed as she noticed my cock was fully erect again. I laughed. "I don't know what to tell you. Would you believe that I am usually a 'one and done' type? That's never been the case with you."

"You do love being married to me, don't you? Well, I suppose we should really put this away." She swung her leg over me, and once again I was fucking my aunt. "After this, we will need to order in. And we might as well get extra food for tomorrow. We are on our honeymoon after all, and I am not letting you out of this house. Now, fuck your fantasy!"

*Epilogue*

I got to read this before Will, my nephew, submitted it. It seemed incomplete to me. This story happened 7 years ago. I thought I would let you know how it's going. My nephew and I are still living together very happily. We wear our rings constantly. People look with raised eyebrows at us, but we don't care.

Will works hard and keeps us comfortable, and I have assumed the role of housewife. I also have started teaching yoga. I do two or three classes a day for people over fifty. I can't ride him like I used to, as the years are catching up to me, but that doesn't matter. Sex with him is fun. He is always so present. He told me that there is no better feeling than looking at me while we make love. I gotta add, looking at the lust and admiration on his face when we are together makes me feel so sexy and wanted that I never have to fake an orgasm. Being with him does help me feel younger on the inside. I still don't dress my age, and he likes it that way. On extra-special occasions I will wear things teenage girls put on. I wouldn't go out wearing that stuff, but when he sees me, he goes weak in the knees and gets that mindless look in his eyes as I lead him wherever I wish.

Whenever I start to feel age creeping up on me or worry about my appearance, my wonderful husband fixes that. He looks at me like a lust-sick fool, and I know that to him -- the only one who matters -- I am sexy and perfect. I'm also the only one who makes him cum.