Returning readers know the score, go straight to the story, don't pass Go and certainly don't collect any money!
For my new readers, and I hope there are some, please read this intro.
This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills.
It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 and read through each part savouring how their relationship develops and changes. However, for those unwilling to go back, each part does stand alone.
Thanks and enjoy
Cat
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Oh my god, oh my fucking god!" banged through my brain as I watched your face contort in rapturous pleasure. The kind of pleasure I was learning that was unique, the slow build up to an exquisite and massive release. I was an eager pupil and you were the perfect teacher. I was lost in my thoughts and how you responded, but my mind was swiftly brought back, though to the ministrations you were making on my cock. Gripping hard and wanking me with a wonderful abandon, almost as if that was natural and you were not really thinking about what you were doing.. Your fingers felt light but with a rhythm that had got increasingly erratic as your sexual state intensified.
I loved what I felt, how you felt, how I felt, how my cock felt and how you pressed yourself against me. Inserting a finger into you I could feel your cunt quivering against me, the slick wet walls hot and soft.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes, oh Matt" you cried, your eyes wide and staring.
I made you cum and I was proud, Fuck!!!! I made you cum, I did that, I felt fucking great! An eighteen year old making an older woman cum! This was awesome!
As I touched your sensitive clit you jerked and gripped my hand.
"No Matt" you gasped "that gets just a little tender." You smiled and I knew it was alright, I hadn't done anything bad, just unknowingly a little insensitive.
As you recovered I thought that figuratively speaking we were leaving Matt the boy behind, Matt the Man was coming through. Matt the lover who wanted to please, who was learning that sexual ego is not built on bragging to his mates about conquests, true ego comes from knowing you have satisfied a woman, that you are considered an accomplished lover... a good fuck. That's what I wanted. Isn't it strange how far you can go in such a short time. Earlier I had seen you masturbate, I had watched your fingers stimulate your clitoris, the same clitoris I had just stimulated, watched as your fingers worked upon the wet lips of your sensitive cunt, the same lips I'd teased and pressed. I'd watched you orgasm, your face contorted in pleasure as the sensations ripped through your beautiful body. Now it was me that was bringing you that pleasure, me that had you gripping at the sheets as your body thrashed on the bed and your cunt spasmed against my questing fingers. And the difference between the two orgasms couldn't have been more pronounced. The first, a spectacle, the second an experience... a great and marvellous experience that was my doing. I had made you cum and cum hard! I felt I had unleashed the raw woman in you, not aunty Cat, not even just Cat, no you had become the wonderful woman in her basest sexual form. There was nothing feminine and dainty about the way you pumped my cock, it was sexually aggressive, an urgent need that was coupled with a desire to have what I could give. I was learning and learning fast!
I now knew that I wanted to fuck you, not to just lose my virginity and cum but I wanted to fuck you to see that look on your face again. The look as your eyes widened, your cheeks flushed; hands grasping for me, sheets or anything. That moment where I know you no longer have control... 'That' I thought 'Is real power.' And then suddenly it hit me. It was so clear in my mind, it struck like a thunderbolt of such obvious thought. That's what I was after, that was what I wanted, needed, and was starting to demand. Power. I wanted power. I wanted power over you. Fuck me, how obvious, how natural, how right? But how? How does an eighteen year old kid get that power? Fuck knows, but soon I'm going to find out I resolved.
"Matt... Matt... yoohoo Matt" You laughed.
"Aye?" I asked, coming back out of Matt's world.
You leant into me, racking your fingers down my back and making me shudder, your lips seeking mine in a long tender embrace. This time my tongue was seeking yours as we wrapped ourselves in each other.
The sensations going through me were amazing. They were fantastic. Every nerve ending was alive to the touch of your body against me and your fingers softly stroking my so hard cock. At almost every touch I felt it twitch, my balls felt tight and ready to explode. My entire body was so incredibly sensitive. I had never been turned on for so long before. I desperately wanted my own release but at the same time I wanted more. And that was power. I wanted to dominate you, I wanted control, but I wasn't ready for that, well not yet I wasn't.
"What do you want Matt?" You asked with a knowing and slightly wicked smile.
"I want to fuck you, can I fuck you Cat?"
"Yes baby. Of course you can"
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There, I had said it. Agreement had been reached, a pact had been made a compact formed. We were going to fuck. We both wanted that. I had crossed that great beyond, that massive taboo, that enormous conditioning. I had said that you could have me and that we would go all the way and have penetrative sex. I had agreed to your request to commit incest, to have sex with a relative, I had confirmed that you could fuck your aunty.
As I lay beside you, my body still tingling from the massive finger induced orgasm you had just given me, I realised things had changed a little. Still holding your throbbing erection and feeling little tremors running through me, I recognised the slight, but significant power shift. I felt that you were ceasing to be the submissive, the led, the pupil. You were flexing your immature, but nevertheless, quite awesome sexual muscles. It was most evident that we had unleashed your innate abilities and added the necessary techniques and confidence to create a youthful powerhouse of raw, straightforward sex. Yes, it seemed clear to me that I had activated the dormant sexual drive that lies in all adolescents and that you were rapidly becoming my sexual equal, you were taking over; it was you who was going to fuck me, not me you.
"But Matt," I went on a bit auntyish, "You must remember this is wrong."
"No, no," you retorted. "It can't be wrong, it's so wonderful, how can anything so beautiful be wrong?"
"Darling," I said, taking your face in my hands, kissing you softly on the lips and smiling. "It is wrong, that's just how it is, life isn't always fair."
"Ok," You replied with the sullenness of a teenager as you squeezed my breast with the touch of a mature lover.
"And you have to promise me something too."
"What? I won't tell anybody."
"I know baby, I trust you, I know you won't, but it's something else as well." I replied slowing the pace of my fingers running up and down your so beautifully sturdy shaft. "We can't keep on doing this you know."
"What having sex?"
"Yes."
"Why not?"