Damn Computer Games

Damn Computer Games

Thanks Kenji Sato for editing.

The years pass so quickly like beads breaking off a bracelet scattered here and there. Each bead is an experience. Each is a year that passes through a lifetime.

I am Suna. I am now forty-one years old. I work as a mid-level manager at a logistics company. After the pandemic I have mostly continued to work from home. To tell you a little about myself. I am a 1.64-meter-tall, 60-kilogram brown-haired and green-eyed woman. I have been happily married to my husband Mehmet for seventeen years. We have an eighteen-year-old boy and a thirteen-year-old girl born from this union.

My husband works in a law firm where he is a partner. We both have good incomes so we live a comfortable life. We live in the house that my husband inherited from his family. We want to build a good future for our children thanks to the savings we have made. I have been proud of everything I have done so far as a parent.

As the years pass marriage becomes more of a partnership. Our passion and love for each other in our youth gave way to respect and affection. After children unfortunately as in most marriages something ended. Although I try to have a fit body by dieting and exercising my husband does not desire me as much as before. Since I have accepted this I do not have many expectations regarding sex.

My son Veysel is in high school and my daughter Aynur is in elementary school. I have tried very hard to raise them both so that they will be useful individuals in society. I have taken them to courses and social events. There is no problem with my daughter Aynur for now. However, when a boy enters puberty, the things you do are left hanging in the air. I can't get Veysel away from the computer in the time he has after school. He never listens to me. Damn technology has completely taken over his life. He doesn't do anything other than close the door to his room and play games.

He is going to the same school as his cousin and best friend Turan. My big sister Zeynep and I are two years apart. Like me she also has a daughter and a son. We had gotten pregnant in the same year but she gave birth to Turan a month after me. I breastfed Turan when he was a baby because my sister's milk was not enough. I am both his aunt and his wet nurse.

My sister and I were suffering from the same problems. We were worried about their future. They were both skinny and frail young men. If someone saw my son they would think we were not feeding him. Turan was a copy of him. Zeynep and I sat in a cafe and talked about what we could do for these young men. We thought of classic solutions-- guidance towards sports or other activities this way Veysel and Turan would spend more time together.

Some weekends Turan would stay with us sometimes Veysel would stay with them. They would go out together. Study, go to the cinema and the theatre etc. It would keep my son away from the computer for a little while.

I worked from home four days a week and went into work one day. One day when I was home I tidied up Veysel's room while cleaning the house. I was happy that he was a well-organised young man, and that I had raised him well.

The computer light was on. Had he been playing games until morning again? When I touched the keyboard the screen came on. It was as I had predicted. I looked at his browser history to see what he was interested in. He had cleared it. When I looked at who he was talking to on Skype his correspondence with Turan was still there. They had mostly talked about games. When I saw that they were talking about girls at school I relaxed a little. It made me happy that he was interested in something other than games.

There were correspondences about their teachers. They used sexy expressions and made comments like some had beautiful legs, some had beautiful breasts. Teenagers, their minds are elsewhere. They were both ashamed of being virgins.

While I was looking at what else they had written I read the comment Turan had made about me.

"Dude don't be mad at me but my favorite is your mother in this race. She's so sexy." he wrote.

"Your aunt?" Veysel had made fun of him.

Even though I was angry at this comment it didn't hold me back from looking at myself in the mirror after I turned off the computer. Even though my husband was bored with me I was a well-groomed woman. Even though I had given birth to two children not much had diminished. My legs were still good without cellulite. Maybe a small operation on the breasts might be necessary.

On Saturday I was preparing for a charity dinner that my husband and his partners would attend. Veysel and Turan were probably playing games in his room. When I opened the door of my room to get my things from the bathroom I locked eyes with Turan who was coming out of the bathroom at that moment. I was standing in front of him in my black lace bra not fully dressed. After looking at my breasts for a while he covered his eyes with his hand. We didn't say anything to each other. I went into the bathroom and he went into my son's room.

I liked his embarrassment. Maybe it was the first time he had seen a woman in a bra in real life. I got ready and left the house for dinner. I noticed that he was watching me with furtive glances on Sunday. He hugged me tightly before returning to his house. When I had free time during the week I was checking Veysel's computer. I was wondering if he had written anything about the incident we had experienced. There was nothing about me other than normal conversations.

A month passed. One night when Turan was staying with us, I woke up to my husband's snoring. I put on my dressing gown to go to the bathroom. I didn't want another accident to happen. There were two horny teenagers at home. I left my room and went to my daughter's room first to check on her. I covered her with the blanket and walked towards the bathroom. Veysel's room was quiet. I thought everyone was fast asleep. When I opened the bathroom door I was shocked by what I saw. Turan was standing and masturbating. He froze when he saw me.

I couldn't take my eyes off his penis. How could such a weak and frail body have such a penis? Had the food he ate gone there? It was both long and thick. Our eyes met again. I felt embarrassed and closed the door. I was overcome with heat. I went to the kitchen opened the window and lit a cigarette. Turan silently entered Veysel's room. After finishing my cigarette I returned to my bedroom. I looked at my husband's penis lying next to me. It wasn't even half as long. I tried to sleep trying to get that huge penis out of my mind.

While the May sun was warming the soul I got in my car to go to the office on Friday. This was the day that potential buyers from Portugal would come to the company to negotiate. There was a high probability that they would be my new bosses. I had done my best to look well-groomed and beautiful. First impressions were important. I was good at my job anyway but no matter what anyone says people always look at appearance.

I left the parking lot as I turned onto the street and headed towards the office. When I stopped at a red light a little further on I saw Turan waiting at the bus stop. Their house was close to ours. He must have missed the school bus. Otherwise he and my son would be at school at this hour. I approached the bus stop and honked. He threw away the cigarette in his hand. I didn't know he was smoking. I wondered if Veysel was smoking too. He approached the window. I signaled to him with my hand. He got in the car. My guess was right he had fallen asleep and missed the bus. Since it was on my way I could drop him off at school.

I had been staying away from him since the day of that accident because I was ashamed. My eyes involuntarily drifted to the front of his pants. Turan kept looking at my red miniskirt and my legs. He kept staring at me without taking his eyes off me. Why did I wear my clothes so short? If my skirt was pulled up any further my underwear would be visible.

"Honey. You can't just look at it like you've never seen it before." I said.

"I'm sorry Aunt Suna. You're so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"Thank you. Still, it won't be looked at. I am your aunt."

"But you looked at my dick." he said.

I stopped the car. I told him to get out of the car. I stepped on the gas. I had gone about fifty meters. I stopped and thinking. "What am I doing?" I put it in reverse and drove towards Turan who was walking on the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry. Please come. I don't understand what happened to me." I said.

Turan got back into the car. Neither of us were talking. When I saw him looking at my legs with sideways eyes again I burst out laughing. I was laughing nervously but Turan misunderstood this and thought I liked it. He put his hand on my leg and started caressing it. I told him to move his hand away. I tried to grab his hand and pull it away but it was hard to do this while driving. I almost had an accident.

After caressing it for a while he moved his hand away. We had arrived at school. When we got out of the car I told him we would talk about this sometime. He smiled at me and walked towards the school yard. I wondered what kind of trouble I had caused.

Contrary to what I had experienced this morning everything went well at the company. The purchase would take place. Except for one or two people from the main staff the management would change. The new owner of the company Ricardo Tavares was an impressive man in his thirties approximately 1.90 meters tall with a well-built dark complexion. We had a celebratory dinner after the agreement. He was very interested in me and said he would leave all the responsibility to me.

Since he would be in Portugal I was going to personally inform him about the work. I would still be able to work from home although not as much as before. This success did not have the impact I expected at home. My husband did not care much. However I had worked for years to reach this point. Only my daughter sincerely congratulated me.

On Thursday morning I had emailed Ricardo the reports. Then I could deal with the housework. I went into Veysel's room. The devil poked me again. I opened the PC and rummaged through it. I opened Skype and checked the correspondence with Turan. There was nothing about me. I was glad that my son did not know about the events that had developed between us. A new message came to the correspondence window.

"Hi buddy didn't you go to school too?" I panicked for a moment. I didn't know what to do. Veysel could have found out that I was messing with his computer.

"Hello. I'm your aunt Suna. Veysel is at school. My laptop is broken. I'm checking my emails on his computer." I wrote it down. This was the first lie that came to my mind. When he found out it was me he wrote "OK" and closed Skype. I had gotten over it cheaply.

I went out to the balcony to enjoy my coffee at noon. The sun was warming me up very nicely. I received a message from Ricardo saying that he had received my emails. After a while he sent me a request on Instagram. I accepted after all he was my boss. I looked at the pictures and videos he shared. It was obvious that he loved to have fun. He had pictures with beautiful women. I knew he wasn't married. It was obvious that he was a womanizer. I have to give him his due. He was a very impressive man.

It was a beautiful day and I didn't want to stay at home. I wanted to go shopping. Summer was coming. I intended to pack the balcony and leave the house. I received a WhatsApp message on my mobile phone. It was from Turan. When I opened the message I dropped the cup into the sink. He took a picture of his penis and wrote "Have you missed it?" I was very angry. On the other hand the monster in the picture made me horny. I deleted the picture immediately but it was already in my memory.

"If you do something like that again I'll tell your mom." I texted.

What was I going to do with my nephew and his big dick that I couldn't forget? I found myself masturbating in the shower. It had been so long. It was a good thing no one was home.

Fortunately, ten days passed and then school went on holiday. I felt a little relieved. Also Turan would not be seen for a while because he was working at his father's workplace. Despite what he had done I wasn't angry with him. Puberty and hormones must have affected him this way.

My sister invited us for dinner. My mother and father had also come. It was a very joyful night. Turan and I would occasionally make eye contact. My sister wanted to have a week-long holiday together. She had found a hotel with suitable conditions. Our husbands said they couldn't come because they were busy. I didn't really want to but when Veysel and Aynur heard about the pool and slides they insisted. My sister had already made a reservation. While Veysel and Turan were high-fiving each other Turan was looking at me.

The next day I told Ricardo that I wanted to use my annual leave. He gave me permission saying that there was no problem that he would be here on the dates I asked for leave. A week later we set out by bus as a holiday group of six people. I appreciated that my sister had found such a luxurious hotel at such an affordable price. In fact she was a very intelligent woman. She did not work when she got married.

After we checked in at the hotel we settled into our rooms next to each other. The kids put on their swimsuits and ran to the sea. My sister and I walked around the hotel. After putting on my green swimsuit we went down to the pool. The hotel was very crowded. We could barely find two sun loungers for ourselves. I was finally having the vacation I deserved with sun and cocktails.

My sister said to me "You didn't want to but look we did a good thing by coming."

We clinked our drinks with little umbrellas. After a while the kids came to us. The girls couldn't stop talking about how much they loved the slides. The young guys were trying to act cool. Turan looked me up and down with his eyes. For a moment I was really scared that my big sister would notice. The already hot weather was getting even more stifling. My sister and I went into the pool. We had a hard time swimming because it was so crowded.

I held on to the edge of the pool. The water was taking away all my tiredness. I put my head on the stone and relaxed a little. Someone touched my leg under the water. When I raised my head Turan was next to me. I looked around in a panic. My sister and the children were playing in the middle of the pool. I threw a harsh look at Turan and shifted a little to the side.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I said.

He laughed.

My anger was getting to me. I wanted to turn around and swim away. He hugged me from behind. His big penis was in my ass. He was pressing against me from under the water. I looked to see if anyone from my family had seen it but everyone was having their own fun. Even water couldn't cool the heat inside me. There was a thin piece of cloth between me and my nephew. I got rid of him and got out of the pool.

A minute and the goal was one. I had been stressed all day because of my nephew. After dinner I retired to my room but something different awoke inside me at night. The next day we spent time in the sea and then in the pool. We celebrated Turan's birthday at noon. When Turan hugged me he grabbed my hip. No one noticed but I felt weird.

When I told my sister that I wanted to go up to the room and rest a bit Turan said he would come with me to the bathroom. I thought he had something evil in mind again. When we got on the elevator there were two elderly tourists a husband and wife. They were staying in the next room on the same floor.

"Turan. What you're doing is very shameful. I'm your aunt. There are many beautiful young girls. Spend your energy on them not on me."

"None of them are as sexy as you. Also today is my birthday."

"Leave me alone so I can enjoy my vacation. Please."

"Okay on one condition. I bought you something. If you wear it for me I promise I'll never come near you again." he said.

"Okay. Deal."

When the elevator reached the floor where our rooms were we got off. He entered and took a package from his room. We entered the my room together. While he was waiting outside I opened the package he bought for me in the bathroom. He bought a pomegranate-colored bikini with six strings in the bra section of which was tied crosswise.

There was no way I could wear this but if I was going to get rid of Turan I could wear it once. I took a deep breath and opened the door. It only covered a part of my breasts. I had never worn something like this even for my husband. He got up from the couch. I walked towards him. It was very embarrassing. I spun around once or twice.

"Okay? Now go and leave me alone." I said.

He said he wanted to watch this beauty a little longer.

"Enough someone might come into the room."

"Nobody will come. Look. They are playing in the pool." he said, pulling the curtain aside and showing the pool. I approached the glass from the wall. My sister and the children were playing in the water.

Suddenly he hugged me from behind. His hands grabbed my breasts. They were already free of the little piece of fabric that held them. He took my nipples between his fingers while squeezing my breasts. He pressed his penis against my hip from below. He started kissing my neck. My insides started to boil. My breathing quickened. I was not resisting him. I was looking at the pool with my eyes. He took his left hand from my breast and untied the strings of my bikini bottom. When it fell to my ankles my wet vagina and my nephew's penis were touching and rubbing against each other.

I had given up on everything. I held his penis with my hand placed it in my vagina and leaned both my hands against the wall. He slowly broke through my vagina and entered me.

"Ahh.Oyy." I moaned. There was a penis inside me that filled my entire vagina and almost went into my stomach.

Turan started to accelerate by holding my hips. As I got used to it I started to enjoy it. My moans got louder. The old couple in the next room definitely heard my voice. The hunger that had been going on for months had ended. I missed being fucked.

The room echoed with the sounds my nephew was making while fucking me. We were both screaming. Especially me. I was watching my children playing in the pool. I was cheating on their father for the first time. I came very violently my legs shaking. It didn't take long before Turan came inside me. His sperm the proof of my whoredom was flowing down my legs.

I sank to the ground. I was trying to catch my breath. When I looked up Turan was sitting on the couch in the same state as me. Even after his ejaculation his penis was greater than my husband's. I forced myself to stand up. I walked to the bathroom. After taking a shower Turan was not in the room. I lay down. My vagina and stomach were hurting. I woke up when my daughter Aynur shook me. It was evening.

There were a lot of missed calls on my phone. My husband had called three times. I frowned. He was also to blame for what had happened. I called him. I told him everything was fine. Ricardo had written something on WhatsApp. He had asked where I was and which hotel I was at. I answered even though I didn't know why he was asking. I was chatting with my sister at dinner and was avoiding Turan's eyes. He was in a good mood. We went to the show area for the evening event.

After Turan brought his mother's and my drinks he asked "Are you okay?"

"You pierced my inside. How can I be?"

"You liked it didn't you? Even though it was my first time I was good, wasn't I?"

"Yes. You were okay. Don't tell anyone about this."

"Shall we do it again?"

"Not today." I laughed. I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I was flirting with my nephew to fuck me again.