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21 Feb 2011

Aunt Debauchery




 
I smiled as I replaced the phone back in its cradle. I'd just finished speaking to my sister who had pretty much begged me to have my nephew to stay for a few weeks. By all accounts he had been driving his parents up the wall with the usual adolescent behaviour. Far from feeling put upon I gladly accepted, after all it's not like I had much else to fill my days with.
I'm married to a successful business man and we live a more than privileged lifestyle. But it comes with a major drawback; I rarely get to see my husband thanks to his total consuming obsession with his work. Instead he chooses to humour me with my own platinum card. Shame money can't buy me company...
Still I now had the prospect of a companion in the form of my nephew Matt. It had been a while since I'd last seen him, I smiled again as I remembered the awkward lanky teenager who had barely done more than mutter self-consciously. I certainly hoped he'd have grown out of that when he came to stay....

I drove to the station to pick Matt up as arranged, roof down on my Mercedes SLK, enjoying the breeze tousling my hair and cooling me. It was an exceptionally hot day, and the breeze offered a welcome relief. I also found it secretly arousing, like being tickled by giant feathers on my bare, tanned arms and legs. Arriving at the station, I parked up and climbed out, feeling the heat instantly as I did so. I was glad I'd put my tiny white shorts and vest top on, if I'd had my way I wouldn't have worn a stitch, it really was stiflingly hot.
I kept an eye out for Matt amongst the throng of tourists and travelers who disembarked the train onto the platform. I realised I wasn't entirely sure what Matt looked like. Thankfully it wasn't long before I saw a tall, athletic young man making his way towards me, a lop-sided grin on his face as he approached.
"Matt! Goodness, how much you've grown since I last saw you!" I exclaimed, hardly believing the transformation. Gone was the gawky awkwardness to be replaced with a very handsome young man. There was certainly no awkward moment as we greeted each other and I was pleased that this was going to turn out better than expected. I could hardly take my eyes off him; not only had he grown up but he had a confidence about him that made me stand to attention.
We got in my car and drove back along the coast to the house, laughing and joking as we caught up on recent events. It felt good to have the company of another adult
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Once back at the house, I headed for the kitchen, Matt following. "Can I get you a drink Matt?" I asked, setting two glasses on the side. "Something refreshing?"
He paused, eyeing the bottle of vodka I'd produced, obviously unsure if he was permitted to drink whilst under my roof. I laughed "You're not a child anymore, join me won't you?" I insisted. After all it really wasn't going to be any fun drinking on my own. I bent to pull chilled lemonade and ice out of the fridge-freezer. Matt was animated as he told me about how his parents were always on his case back home. But in the middle of his lament he stuttered for a brief moment. I turned to look at him over my shoulder and could hardly believe it. I'd fully caught him starring at my ass whilst I'd bent over! Rather than chastise him for gawping at me I merely raised an eyebrow and teased "Matthew, did I just catch you staring at my bum?"
He flushed at the question obviously embarrassed that he'd been caught out. I smiled and passed him a tall glass of vodka and lemonade. Our fingers brushed each other as I did so and I could hardly believe the spark of arousal I felt. It was delicious, naughty and incredibly horny. More to the point it had been such a long time since I'd had any sort of physical contact with Greg my husband. Until then I'd just tried to accept it, learnt to suppress my needs.
"Come on; let’s take these out to the terrace." I invited, to break the moment, poor Matt struggling to conceal his blushes.

Sitting out on the sun terrace we chatted about family, his college and his friends as we drank. It was glorious to have such a youthful injection around the place and I told him so.
"It gets incredibly tedious rattling round here by myself." I complained, running a manicured nail up and down through the condensation on my glass. "Greg's never home and even when he is; he's holed up in his bloody office or on his phone!"
"Is Uncle Greg still a total work-a-holic then?" Greg grinned at me across the table, his teeth neat and white against his tan.
"You can laugh!" I chided, "He's no fun at all, always too tied up with some business or other to spend any time or attention on me. Let's just say I'm hardly ummmm fulfilled in the relationship." I smiled wistfully at Matt. He didn't reply immediately. “I mean I'm a woman, I have needs for crying out loud!" Before I could stop myself I began telling him how Greg and I didn't even sleep in the same bed except on rare occasions, let alone have a satisfying sex life. Here I was, a woman in her prime and no outlet. I take meticulous care in myself and my appearance, exercising every single day to maintain my toned, slender figure. I regularly get my hair and nails done, my makeup always immaculate yet I was frequently left feeling bored, lonely and horny with no way of a release.
 "I just don't get it; surely I'm not going wrong somewhere?" I eyed Matt who took a long swig of his drink before shaking his head. "Way I see it Aunty Sylv, you're doing everything right..." he trailed off taking another long gulp of vodka, draining his glass before continuing, "You're in great condition, I mean, you're hot!"
I couldn't help but grin at him; it wasn't everyday a fit young man paid me such compliments. A warm and tingly sensation began to seep over me, a sort of sexual frisson that I didn't want to ignore. I tried to blame it on the heat and the vodka or maybe having skipped lunch but I could not deny the fact he had turned me on. Feeling the effects of the sun, Matt stood and removed his T-Shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a wonderfully toned torso and I bit my bottom lip at the sight of him. "My word Matt, you really have grown up haven't you?" I sighed. If I wasn't much mistaken, I briefly saw the bulge in his shorts before he sat firmly back down, the table offering cover.

We continued to converse for a while longer; I listened as he told me about some of the antics he got up to with his college buddies.” So do you have a girlfriend?" I asked innocently, I hadn't heard him mention if he had or not and was curious. Ok, more than a little curious! It intrigued me whether he was sexually active or not. Surely he would be getting plenty of action; he was after all a catch. To my suprise he answered "No, nothing serious Aunty Sylv, I mean I've had a few dates and stuff..."
"Surely a fit young man like you would have been snapped up super fast? All those young college girls, I'm sure you could have your pick!" I exclaimed, "If I had half a chance I'd be straight in there!" I flirted, winking at him cheekily, delighting again as I saw a faint blush appear. Leaving him with that thought I went back into the house to fix more drinks for the both of us, a generous slug of vodka in each glass. I felt almost breathless, like my insides were fizzing and bubbling away, my mood becoming rapidly more and more aroused by the minute. I paused to run the cold lemonade bottle over my neck, gasping at the cold against my skin but also relishing the shivers it sent through me, like kisses of ice on my neck. I mused to myself at how much better real kisses would feel...
The heat outside was becoming more intense and I suggested having a dip in the outdoor Jacuzzi to cool off. I was desperate to strip out of my clothes, despite them being as lightweight as they were. My arousal was doing nothing to help matters either. Matt agreed eagerly, "Yeah why not." I watched him tip his drink down his throat greedily. Smiling I took his glass, "Better get you another refill eh?" and headed back inside once more to replenish his glass and to change.

I was in no doubt about which swimsuit I was going to wear. Standing in front of the enormous bedroom mirror I admired my reflection, proud that my dedication to exercise really did pay off. I adjusted my round, firm breasts (a gift from Greg when he had still desired me!) so that they sat perfectly in the soft hammocks of the white designer bikini. The briefs flattered my firm cheeks and thighs and the whole look was complimented by my all over tan. Keeping my heels on I made my way back outside to the terrace to find Matt already immersed up to his shoulders in the Jacuzzi.
I felt his gaze before I saw it, watching my every step across the terracotta. Knowing I looked good made me confidently strut towards him, hips swaying, tits bouncing ever so slightly with each step.
If Matt had acted conservatively up to that point he most certainly abandoned any pretense at hiding his lustful feelings thereafter. He sat staring at me, open mouthed, a glazed expression on his face.
Kicking my heels off, I carefully climbed into the Jacuzzi, smiling at Matt as I did so. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know.
Goosebumps invaded my skin as the cold water hit me, my nipples immediately hardening, standing erect under my bikini top. I saw Matt's eyes travel downwards, his jaw dropping open further when he saw their hardness. I watched as his Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard.
"Do you like what you see Matt? Do you like the look of my tits?" I enquired in a low voice, intently waiting his reply. He stammered, obviously struggling with his arousal and with the situation. I continued, "Your Uncle Greg never looks at me like that!....." I slid closer so that I was sat right up next to him, my thigh brushing his as I did so. Matt let out a soft moan which only served to fuel my advances. I felt a surge of lust and desire for this gorgeous young man, a hunger that made me want to devour him completely. Instead I retained control and placed my hand on the top of his thigh, feeling him jump as I did so.
"Oh Matt...the heat makes me so damn horny....." I began stroking my breasts with my free hand, letting droplets of cool water run off my fingertips and down in rivulets between them. I began stroking his muscley thigh suggestively, edging my fingers upwards until they reached his cock. I gasped in exhilaration as I felt its solid length bulging against the material of his shorts. I couldn't wait to free it, to see it in all its glory. Smiling at him appreciatively I looked him straight in the eye, licked my lips and asked him " Would you like to fuck me Matt?...."
I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a total rush of power from feeling how turned on Matt was, how hard his twitching cock was for me. I knew it was an offer he couldn't possibly refuse. All he could do was nod at me, letting out a low moan as I released his engorged member from his shorts, his eyes slowly closing as I wrapped my fingers tightly round his shaft.

Oh and how amazing it felt to feel the heat and thickness of him in my hand. As I began expertly stroking him he groaned in pleasure and I could feel my own arousal mounting, intense heat mounting between my thighs, my pussy beginning to swell. I needed to taste him, a need so strong that I ordered him to sit up on the shallow steps of the Jacuzzi for me. I wasted no time at all and inch by delicious inch I took his cock in my mouth, consuming it greedily until its swollen tip hit the back of my throat. I then slid him back out, running my tongue down his shaft and began licking and sucking on his tightening ball sac, swirling my tongue over his balls before plunging his cock back into my throat. Salty pre-cum smearing my lips as I did so. I could have easily cum myself at the sheer pleasure I felt at having his cock in my mouth, at his musky, salty taste. I wasn' t the only one overcome by pleasure. I felt Matt's balls retract and tighten, his hips pumping and grinding as his cock twitched, signaling he was about to cum for me. He groaned loudly as he lost control and fired jet after warm jet of salty cum into my mouth, until he had no more to give.
He looked down at me, knelt between his thighs, obviously feeling embarrassed and disappointed that he had cum so fast.
"Oh I've far from finished with you yet Matty..." I grabbed his big strong hands and thrust them towards my tits, certain I would go crazy if he didn't touch me there and then. Without any hesitation Matt roughly grabbed at my waiting breasts, before taking them in his mouth, nipping at my painfully hard nipples as he did so. Without any instruction he immediately began sucking furiously at them, his eyes fixed on mine with such a filthy stare.
"Oh Matt! Yeah that's it; suck my tits, hard, yeah that's it!" I cried out, " I'm so fucking wet after taking all your cum in my throat!..." I moaned dirtily, reveling in the filthy words that poured from my mouth. Snatching his hand once more I forced his thick fingers deep inside my aching pussy, plunging them in over and over. "Can you feel all my lovely cunt juices Matty? Oh please, fuck me hard with your fingers! Get my pussy ready for your cock!...." I snarled between clenched teeth as I ground my cunt down onto those amazing fingers of his.
I could see that he was instantly turned on; by the effect he was having on my entire body, by my dirty talking, the whole scene, a fact that was confirmed when I grabbed hold of his prick once more. He was already growing harder by the second, a look of amazement flashed over his wonderfully chiseled features as he continued to furiously hammer my pussy with four fingers.
"Fuck yeah! You're hard for me again Matt!..." I moaned in ecstasy at this. Matt's confidence soared as he realised his cock was hardening with a vengeance and he said in an authorative tone "I'm glad you made me cum before, now I can fuck you good and hard. Is that what you want?"
"Oh Matt, I want you to fuck me really hard!..." I wailed, turning away from him to face the smooth side of the Jacuzzi. I jutted out my hips and arse, offering myself to him and as I did so I looked over my shoulder at him. Needing no further prompting Matt got right up behind me and parted my arse cheeks, rubbing his cock over me, teasing me with his girth, nudging his cock ever closer to where I needed him most.
"Fuck me now Matt! I mean it, fuck my pussy good and hard!" I pleaded with him, already feeling the first spasms of climax. With that Matt furiously rammed the entire length of his dick right inside my soaking slit, slamming it in and out repeatedly making me scream in an all consuming mixture of pleasure and pain. He tore at my breasts as he fucked me and I threw my head back, my hands between my thighs furiously rubbing at my clit. Never had I felt so filled, so totally invaded. Matt gave me such a great hard fucking, never relenting until I finally began to cum. It was the hardest I've ever cum in my life and I shouted and moaned and screamed as I felt my pussy contract in what seemed like a million spasms. At feeling my cunt muscles gripping every part of his shaft, Matt started to cum again and I took every last bit deep inside my swollen, dripping pussy.

It took us a good while to recover, clinging to the side of the Jacuzzi, gasping and panting. We were both completely sated. I couldn't help but break out into the biggest, widest grin ever as I felt the last waves of my orgasm melt away....
That summer Matt and I were inseparable, spending most of the days and nights exploring and invading each others bodies until we were too exhausted to go on. I have so many horny, dirty tales I could tell you of those secret, hidden moments we shared....but they're stories for another day.


17th November 2009 SMG

2 comments:

  1. Excellent. Thanks. My cock got swelled and disturbed me.

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  2. The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.

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