*** This is the third story I have published, and first about incest. Please feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism as it will help me if I decide to write more in the future. I also rushed to enter this in the Nude day 2021 contest so please be gentle with grammatical errors as I am a builder not a novelist. Thankyou. ***
Our Desire
It was the early 2000, my aunt was 35 and I was 18. She was a single mother and what you would call a bit of a MILF, long blond hair, a curvy size 14 with nice high breasts and long legs. What was most attractive though was the air of confidence, she also always had advice that an 18-year-old guy could relate too. I was 6ft, blondish and had been doing building work for a few years so starting to build some muscle, and being 18 I was always horny so her being hot had not escaped me or my fantasies.
Most Friday nights I would spend at my aunt's house; we ordered pizza and drank bottles of red wine. It had been this was for over a year, I would turn up and we would chat, drink, and eat as we watched the latest friend's episode. Then after we would smoke some weed, drink some more and chat until the early hours.
At first, I think, as she had been single for a while with a small child it helped her relieve the boredom of the weekends, for me, it gave me somewhere to smoke and drink away from my parents. After a while of doing this though our conversations developed and we started to trust each other with more and more secrets and fears, the nights went on, and later in the evenings the drink would free our inhibitions and talk would turn to deeper more personal things.
We started to talk about sex a lot, at first it was just what we had done and when we lost our virginities. Then talk turned to technique and positions, she wanted the male perspective and I the female, so we started to ask each other the questions you could not ask a lover during sex. All sorts of things were covered, hip movements, angles, speed and the big one for guys...size.
I found out it was not just me with the high sex drive, we both had started masturbating well before the average age and always wanted more. This was revolutionary for me, I had talked to and done more with my male friends, but now I was getting a female perspective on masturbation. I really probed her on this subject, discovering that she masturbated about twice a week, nearly always about an ex's or man she had met, she used her fingers most of the time but had a dildo for when she wanted to feel "full".
It had just been talking, but now by the time she went to bed each night I was wound up like a spring and always masturbated a few times to the thought of her doing the same upstairs.
It was after one of the nights where I had brought up the size topic again, she went silent then said she had to tell me something and looked a little shy. My heart leapt as it sounded serious, I thought something must be wrong, but she reassured me it was not bad but didn't want me to be embarrassed. I asked her what it was and reassured her it takes a lot to embarrass me as it does her. She smiled and looked at me "You have nothing to worry about down there, you are long enough and more importantly have the girth". I laughed off the slight embarrassment as she had caught me off guard, and asked how she knew. She told me the last time I was babysitting I had not deleted some webcam pics from the recycle bin. She had seen them but deleted them afterwards. I was far more relieved that I had a good-sized cock than embarrassed that my aunt had seen me at full mast.
As I was a little drunk, I told her it was my turn to confess a secret.
Years before it was the middle of summer, I had come downstairs at home to see my aunt sat at the table talking to my parents. I reached under the dining room table for my trainers, as I looked up, I saw my aunts' long legs. Instantly horny, my eyes traced up her smooth legs and at the top froze, fixated. She was wearing denim cut off shorts she had made, and they were not a tight fit, as she sat with her legs open under the table, I could see the crotch of the denim had fallen to one side. She had no underwear on, her perfectly shaven lips were fully on display for me.
What I did not tell her was I fumbled around for as long as I dare and then left the house to find some where to relieve the fire in my groin.
She had a shocked expression at first then started to laugh exclaiming that she remembers the pair I was on about and threw them away when her boyfriend noticed the same thing.
"Well now we are even." She said.
Without thinking I laughed and said, "not really you have seen me at my most aroused".
Our chuckles both petered out and even though there had always been chemistry, that was the first time I remember feeling a strong sexual tension between us.
I do not know if that was a catalyst, but a few weeks went by, our late-night conversations progressed and became more intimate. We started to discuss our fantasies, telling each other in great detail the ones we had lived out, and how we saw the ones we hadn't yet done happening if we ever did. During these times, I was continuously erect, feeling the wet precum soaking my underwear.
One of these nights my aunt was telling me about a control fantasy she was having. She got to the part where she was tied to the bed on her knees in the downward dog position, he is knelt behind her ready to penetrate her, she is apprehensive but eager, she knows he is going to thrust deep into her in this position. He grabs her hair twisting it around his hand, then thrusts into her, instinctively she tried to pull away as the pleasure and pain course through her body, but his hold on her hair pulls her head up and body back. This keeps him buried to the hilt, her neck exposed to his caress and bite as she pulses and stretches to accommodate him. Then he fucks her with long slow stokes at first, feeling her hips move in response. Slowly building his pace until he feels her pussy contract around him more and more, stronger and stronger it squeezes him, as she cries out in pleasure, slamming back into him, every primal urge in her body wanting him deep inside her, pushing him over the edge he explodes, roaring as she feels him flood her with his warm cum.
As usual I was straining in my trousers, feeling flush and my lips dry, but this brought to mind a question.
I asked her how hard should hair be pulled?
You could see her visibly coming down from her erotic high. She thought about it then went to grab her own hair, stopping part way she looked at me and said I can't explain it or show you; you will have to do it. She saw my confusion, chuckled and told me to sit next to her on the same sofa. I had become expert (or so I thought) at hiding my erection. Covering the bulge with my arm I moved across the room and sat next to her. She leant forward and turned so her back was half towards from me. Now grab a handful of hair she instructed me. As I did it her soft hair and the smell of her shampoo only heightened my arousal, the wet spot was starting to show through my grey jogging bottoms.
I grabbed the hair and she stopped me, instructing me to grab closer to the root, I did this, but it still wasn't right, so she told me to loop it in my hand as much as possible before pulling. Letting out an exasperated sigh I let go as she turned her head back towards me. She cant have missed the flush of my cheeks and as she looked down, I know she didn't miss the wet spot at the waistband of my trousers.
Looking back up to me she said it was the wrong position, without another word she knelt into the doggy position in front of the sofa turning to look at me she caught me staring. Her Pyjama bottoms were stretched tightly, showing the curve of her cheeks before dipping into the crevice of her ass.