Different Perspectives Ch 06

This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew fas they have 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.

Part 6

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Being taught how to kiss was amazing. I had always thought you just pressed your mouths together and that was it. But no, as you demonstrated, there was a whole range of techniques and tricks. Kissing, I realised was whole fucking art form There was tenderness, passion, enthusiasm, creativity and wild abandonment. Our mouths flirted with all of them as our tongues entwined in a lover's embrace. I learnt that kissing fuelled desire, took it onto another level. God if I'd kissed the girls like this I would have either scared them or had them eating out of my hand... or should it be mouth?

I was learning and I loved it, I didn't care that you were my aunt, my mother's sister. Right now you were a woman, the most sexual woman I'd ever imagined. None of the stories I'd read came close, and neither should they. They were filled with women who seemed to look at a man and ended up fucking him. Nothing in between, except of course the blow job, a blow job I thought was on the cards until your soft teasing lips travelled back to mine. The thing was, I wasn't disappointed, how could I be? Maybe if you'd stopped and had second thoughts, maybe if this was all a little too weird. But you hadn't stopped, you left me in suspense, left my hard, rock hard cock twitching with anticipation, waiting to be touched, kissed, licked and sucked into a mouth, your mouth. But if you had, well I would have cum; I don't know if you were ready for that but I didn't want to cum, well I did. Lots in fact, but not yet. I wanted to enjoy what was amazingly happening to me, I wanted this to last, I wanted it all but most of all ... I wanted to be a willing pupil. Anyway, back to kissing, this was even more sexy than the films I'd seen. The DVDs round friends' houses with women with strange tits who after a minute or so were fucking, that wasn't real... this was real and this was more sexy than I could ever imagine.

Oh aunty Cat, hmmm I still struggle with that sometimes but hey. Anyway, your lips against mine, placing little kisses on my mouth, around my lips and seeking out my tongue with yours. Teasing it with just the tip before drawing into your mouth and nibbling the end. The feelings that sent through me! Combined with your hands on the nakedness of my arse, pulling me against you, almost fucking me with the way you ground your glorious body against me. It was amazing, totally amazing how you became almost animalistic. Drawing me into that world of extreme passion.

You then did the best thing you could have. You stopped. I was getting carried away, far too carried away and anymore of our delicious entwining tongues would have sent me over the edge, I was close, no I was very, very close to cumming. You had almost brought me off with kissing alone, was this possible? Is it normal? I buried the worry far to the back of mind reminding myself that this was all new and perhaps in time I could control myself a little better.

Your breathing was almost panting when you said "Do you want to see me naked Matt?" Yet another of those daft fucking questions. Of course I wanted to see you naked, you crazy bitch, I thought, but said.

"Yes, yes please Cat I do... No, I mean yes but...."

"Oh, Matt. Are you OK?" Your worried look was not justified, by that I mean you had nothing to worry about. I realised I might have startled you.

"Yes, it's just. Can I look at you for a moment? Please?" I needed time, I needed to calm down a little and this was the only way I could see of doing that. This way I got to look at you too, not a surreptitious stare but I got to look and admire.

And as you stepped back it was with admiration that I stared at your awesome, well to me at least, body.

I think you realised that, for the look on your face softened again. The sudden trepidation went from your eyes.

Everything from your hair to the way you proudly displayed your tits to me was so fucking sexy. I stared unashamedly, I stared at your nipples, puckered, engorged and desperately inviting attention. Like red acorns sitting atop the coral crinkled islands of your areola and the large, heavy pale skin of each breast. Breaking my stare at your tits I took in your slender neck and gentle lines of your chin, the lips that had until a moment ago been caressing mine with such fervour, then your flushed cheeks, rosy with what I could only imagine was arousal.

And then your eyes, your lovely blue eyes so often soft and playful, motherly and caring. Not now though, oh no, now they were locked, staring at my cock. I squeezed my muscles under my balls making my hard, thick shaft twitch, you didn't see my amused smile as I watched your eyes widen at my little display. I was enjoying every second of this, and as each of those seconds passed my confidence was growing.

I wondered what you were thinking, I certainly realised how surreal our situation was. I was naked in front of my aunt who in turn was half naked in front of me. I had an overwhelming desire for you, yet it was no more than that. I was able to appreciate and understand that I could not tell anyone about us. If you had been a school teacher I would have been tempted to brag about it to my mates, but this was so different. It somehow made it more exciting, the thought that this was our total secret. In future visits or family gatherings we would look at each other and know that we knew the other sexually. That thought sent a delicious thrill coursing through me causing me to make my cock twitch again, causing your eyes to widen again and the very tip of your tongue to touch your top lip.

You broke away from your reverie, taking a deep breath and bringing your attention to my face.

"Do you like what you see Matt? Are you ready for the next step? Do you want to see me naked now?" you whispered.

All I could do was nod and croak "Yes please."

"Come with me then lover boy" your grin was once again playful and your soft words controlled.

I followed you expecting us to go to your bedroom so I was surprised when you walked past the door and into my room. I was puzzled, but the thought of asking why as you closed the door behind us never really entered my head. After all you were in charge and knew what you were doing and what needed to be done when a man and a woman are about to make love. I had no fucking idea.

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We were now clearly so close to consummating our remarkable new, sexual relationship. Or were we? I didn't know. I still wasn't sure just how far we would go. How far we should go? How far I could go? Could I actually let you fuck me? It was an almighty step, an irreversible one, it was just like pregnancy, a woman can't really be a little pregnant, she either is or isn't, just as this we either would fuck or wouldn't. It was an act that could have such enormous, long-lasting and, if anything went wrong, devastating consequences. For Christ' sake if my stuck up prick of a brother-in-law found out, and despite all your heart-felt promises, I couldn't discount that he might, I would be ruined with my family, friends and maybe my daughter.

But we had come this far. You had seen me masturbate; I had made you cum, undressed you and was now in the process of baring myself for you. Was that any different? Yes it was vastly different. Actually, having you inside me, penetrating me and fucking me would be so different that it really was, I thought, chalk and cheese.

I couldn't take you to my bedroom. I couldn't lay on my bed with you. I knew that if I did the later memories of whatever we did on the bed, would be too vivid, the guilt and remorse too much when I lay there on subsequent nights alone. Hence, the spare room.

"Lie on the bed." I ordered, very schoolmistressy. You did. You looked fabulous. I scanned your firm, lithe, youthful body, your not unhandsome face, short hair and colt-like limbs. Your slender thighs and long legs. You're almost hairless chest, flat stomach and the profusion of brown pubic hairs from which exploded the epicentre of my lust; your young, proud, rigid and so appealing, erect cock.

Your confidence had grown. As you lie naked on the bed with me standing alongside it, my trousers open at the zip held up more by willpower than anything else, well also by a little excess on my hips, your gaze roamed unashamedly over my body and, more significantly, you idly stroked your searing erection. I adore seeing men masturbating or touching themselves so, what you were doing was a big turn on for me.

"You look wonderful Matt, I said huskily, sliding my trousers down and letting them fall into a pool of grey material round my feet.

I was now just wearing the, what looked like, 'black and white' striped thong. It was fairly full, probably fuller than ideal at the front and was trimmed with some pretty lace. It fitted me snugly and fully covered my small thatch of tawny pubic hairs that, I suddenly thought with relief, I had trimmed just that morning; a premonition maybe? The waist-band was simply a single strand of black, satin covered elastic, which cut into the spare flesh on my upper hips as it made its journey round my body to meet the back of the sexy garment. That was also made from the 'black and pink' striped material which was really strips of see-through, pink, my flesh, and opaque, black lace net. The back, which eventually becomes the gusset, was a nice size. I'm not keen on those thongs that are just the merest slither of material at the back. Not only are they rather uncomfortable between the bum cheeks and don't cover what they are supposed to between my legs, but also I don't think they are as sexy as ones such as this where there is more material. I find it so sexy where that material flares out from the wisp of a waist band, and circumvents the cheeks of a woman's bum, before plunging deep into that crevice between them to then vanish between her legs cuddling her cheeks and soaking up what may dribble from her simply by wearing such lingerie. And when that material is predominantly black and is contrasting so magically with the creamy flesh of her bum it just increases the sexiness exponentially.

I looked at you, the term 'rabbit in the headlights' came to mind again as you looked without any hesitation right at my pubis. I held my breasts, loving the feeling of my fingers digging into that sensual flesh and your adoring gaze, arrogant bitch as I can be. I turned so you could see me from behind.

"Oh God aunt, Cat, that's fabulous," you groaned as, I saw looking over my shoulder, you started to rub your erection.

Turning to face you again I slid my hands into the front of my panties, I touched my mound, my hairs and the dripping mess at the front of my lips, just where they join up, just where my clit is hidden. That made me jerk, so strong was the surge of sexual electricity.

"Stop that Matt," I said probably far more sternly that I meant.

"What, oh sorry Cat, I wasn't thinking."

"Oh it's alright baby," I cooed genuinely. "I love seeing men do that and I want to see you sometime, but not now," I went on as I started to slide the thong down my legs.

"Ok, sorry," you whispered huskily, your gaze taking in every millimetre of what I was revealing for you.

"You don't have to be sorry Matt. It's just that I don't want you to cum that way." I said pushing them down so that the top of my pubes were revealed.

"No, huh, oh, what?" you struggled, clearly half-confused and half- so expectant.

"No Matt, not that way, another way," I moaned, now fully turned on as I saw you looking at my pubis.

"What other way Cat?" You stammered your hand still running up and down your erection, but now less firmly, even as I slid the 'black and pink striped' material further down my thighs.

Further down, revealing more, showing you what you had only ever seen once before and that was me as I masturbated in my bathroom earlier. Yes, that material went further down so that the place where my lips join, the place where my clitoris lurks beneath the folds of pink, petal-like pussy flesh, the place that was a now a soaking mess and the place where I get fucked was exposed to your gaze.

Suddenly, finding what had a moment or two ago been an erotic plaything, now a hindrance and a nuisance, I quickly discarded the thong so that I was naked. So that we were both naked, so that, I thought to myself, we were both ready for sex.

"Yes Matt," I whispered, running my 0fingertips down my tummy, across my pubic mound, through the patch of hairs and onto the wet and glistening lips of my pussy. "The other way, that's how I want you to cum, that's how I will teach to cum, Matt."

"Oh yes, please," you whimpered your hand gripping your cock, hard

"I am going to teach to cum baby by fucking me with your big, hard cock right up my hot, wet cunt."

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My mind swam with the wonderful confusion of the incredible position I was in; I had no idea where it would lead and to an extent I didn't care. I was so totally overcome with lust, a lust created by you, a lust increased by me lying naked with my cock rearing hard and proud and my balls full and aching. Every nerve ending in my body was alive to the slightest touch. I couldn't help but stare, and every second that passed my desire to go further grew. I wanted to devour you in every way. I no longer thought of any consequence of what we were doing, you were no longer my aunt. You were female, I was male. You were "ying" and I was fucking "yang".

I knew you were enjoying our very dangerous liaison too, I guess maybe I subconsciously wondered how you came to terms ethically with what we were doing but it certainly didn't figure in my priorities of the moment. What did figure was the sight of your slightly wavy, grey blonde hair curling down under your chin, giving a haphazard sweeping direction for my eyes to follow. A path from your sparkling and mischievous eyes, soft but glowing cheeks and slightly parted lips, across your neck to the swell of flesh that became your tits. I stared in lustful wonder at the fullness of your left breast, how gravity took it toward the mattress. The nipple hard and full like an acorn, the skin across and around it taught and crinkled. As I reached forward you backed away from the bed a little and stood, silently gazing at me.

I watched, again the voyeur, as you slowly and deliberately hooked your fingers into the waist band of your trousers and eased them over the flair of your hips. Although your trousers were falling, it was a little like a curtain rising before a long awaited show. As they fell to the floor they revealed so much of the stage upon which I was soon to play the most demanding part of my life, a teenage lover to an older woman; total bliss. I let my eyes swiftly make their way up past your knees, over your smooth and nicely toned thighs. I was drawn, so totally and suddenly focused on the small triangle of material between your legs, the light sheer black and pink material, the last piece of material, which was set off in contrast by the paleness of your skin. I couldn't help but stare, I wanted to stare, I was allowed to stare and I stare I did with a total unashamed abandonment. I stared at the way the material was stretched across the fleshy mound above your pubis, the sparse hairs that were just visible through the material. I watched the way the material stretched over and encompassed the fleshy lips of your cunt. If I had a fast forward button I would have gone straight to seeing your womanly body naked, legs open and cunt waiting.

You slowly turned in what seemed to be an, almost, choreographed display, a practised move I wondered? And with your back to me I gazed with total lust as you bent slightly forward at the waist, the cheeks of your bum stretching as the muscles tightened, the same with your thighs, becoming taught and accentuating the filled material that was now before my eyes, that small piece of cloth covering the most intimate parts of you.

"Stop that Matt," Your words brought me back, I hadn't realised I was openly wanking myself.

"What, oh sorry Cat, I wasn't thinking." I felt no embarrassment for what I was doing for I had no control over myself; I was lost in your actions, but your amazing words grabbed my attention.

"Oh it's alright baby, I love seeing men do that and I want to see you sometime, but not now."

'She wants to see me wank,' I realised; fucking hell what a blast that would be.

I watched transfixed as you slowly inched the thin waist band of your last vestige of modesty over your hips and toward the floor. Centimetre by centimetre the most wonderful sight in the world was being exposed to my virgin eyes. And there it was, your cunt. You had trimmed your hairs so that they hid nothing, not one scrap of that most marvellous and, to me, mysterious place, a woman's cunt, your cunt. I saw the lips glistening with your wetness. It hadn't fully registered with me until that moment that you might be turned on. It hadn't occurred to me that you would be aroused, but then I had no real idea how a woman looked when she was sexually excited and certainly I didn't know just how wet cunt lips get when a woman is in that state. It hit me with a massive realisation that you wanted this and wanted it quite badly, maybe almost as much as I did. No, that wasn't possible, but you clearly were very into what we were doing. My hand, as if with a mind of its own, again found its way to my cock and idly started stroking up and down the long, hard thick shaft.

I half took in you saying about teaching me how to "Cum", but became totally aware as you continued with "I am going to teach to cum baby by having you fuck me with your big, hard cock right up my hot, wet cunt."

I swallowed hard, as you said "fucking me with your big, hard cock right up my hot wet cunt." I had never heard a woman speak like that, I was amazed and shocked. I immediately grabbed my cock and rubbed it. Those dirty words crashed deep into my brain. My aunt had used fucking, cock and cunt all in one sentence

"For now though Matt, I want to show you how to touch me, first my tits and nipples, then my cunt, ok Matt?"

"Oh yes, yes..." I must have had a stunned look on my face judging by the smile on yours.

"Matt, firstly you must understand that when it comes to sex everything has a proper name, do you understand?"

I didn't, I had no idea of what you were talking about so I just shook my head.

"Well, in the bedroom my breasts become my tits, not boobs or anything like that they're my tits. So you can hold my tits, squeeze my tits or suck my tits and nipples. Conversely, my pussy or vagina becomes my cunt. I believe as lovers we should call them as they are ok?"

"Sort of" I stammered.

I had never heard dirty talk before in such a situation, but then I'd never been in such a situation. I was, though, loving the situation and was starting to love the dirty talk as well. I had read about it in some of the magazines and only dreamt that such things happened. If my face was a picture before it must have been a whole gallery now and the look of amusement on yours grew.

"Good, so, you will soon touch the wet lips of my cunt, I will hold your cock and wank you. Consider this as a little lesson description ok?"

"Yes Cat, so can I touch your tits now please?" I somehow found the pluck to ask.