I lie here on my back wondering how I got to this point. My senses are on overload. The smell of raw animalistic sex permeates the room. Most of my body is cold as the sweat produced by heated lovemaking dries. My pussy feels warm, however, as some of his juices flow out of me. I become aware that it is only some of his juices. I dread that most of his sperm is fighting its way into my unprotected and fertile womb. I hear two sets of breathing. I open my eyes to see my naked body forty-six year old body. Then I look next to me. The naked man who is now asleep is not my husband. The naked man, who minutes ago came inside me, is my eighteen year old nephew, Tommy...
My name is Mary. My husband, Daniel, and I had been married and living in a small college town since we were eighteen. A virgin when we met, I had remained faithful to Daniel. Faithful that was until this summer. At 5'4" tall and 135 pounds I was your typical suburban housewife. We were still trying to acclimate ourselves as empty nesters. Daniel and I had sex about once a week or every other week. With our children grown, I had expected more...much more. It wasn't that we were unhappy, it's just that life had become routine and stale.
One day, my sister, Dana called me up for a favor. It turned out that her son, Tommy, had decided to attend college where we lived. Dana wanted to know if Tommy could spend the summer with us to familiarize himself with the town before moving into the dorms in August. No one gave it a second thought. Of course Tommy could stay with us.
Tommy arrived the first week of June. At eighteen years old, he was the picture of masculine youth. He enjoyed spending time in our pool. So, on the first weekend he was with us, I peered through our kitchen window, and got a good look at his tall slender frame. He looked like a young Adonis with his 6'+ height, blonde hair, and sleek, yet muscular, physique. I didn't realize I was staring at him until suddenly I realized he was looking back at me. I quickly looked away in shame and tried to pretend that I wasn't gawking at him. For crying out loud, he was only eighteen and he was my nephew!
The next day I was cleaning the house and collecting the trash. As I began to empty the trash in Tommy's room I caught a strong and familiar scent coming from his trash. Looking down, I found several clusters of wadded up tissue. It took me only a moment to realize that the tissues were full of Tommy's semen. Immediately my mind was inundated with visions. In these visions, Tommy was lying on his bed, on his back, with his cock in his hand. From the tip of his cock, I envisioned spurt after spurt of sperm jetting out into a pool on his young tanned belly and chest. I knew that the tissues had been used to clean up his mess. Instinctively, I reached into the trash and pulled out the tissue wad on top. It was still moist. I recognized that strong familiar smell that drew me in was, in fact, sperm. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, so I dropped the tissue back into the trash and hurried out of the room.
The footsteps had been Tommy's coming back into his room from the shower. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I could hardly look him in the eye. As we passed, I looked back at him. I couldn't believe what I saw. As Tommy entered his room, he was already removing the towel, and I caught a glimpse of his pale tight ass. I was so hot at that point I didn't know what to do with myself. Daniel was out, so I rushed into my bedroom, shut and locked the door, stripped down, and proceeded to use my fingers to try and relieve my suddenly pent up horniness. I finally brought myself to orgasm with incestuous visions of Tommy's ass in my mind, and the memory of his masculine scent in my nose.
As the days passed, I began getting more and more infatuated with Tommy and curious about his body. I was in a permanent state of horniness now, but at the same time disgusted with myself about what I was thinking and doing. I was constantly trying to get glimpses of Tommy's body. Worse yet, on a daily basis I was going into his room and removing the wad of tissues from his trash in order to indulge my sense of smell that was now seemingly addicted to Tommy. I found myself trying to figure out when it was that he was masturbating. I finally decided that he was masturbating every night after going to bed, and other random times as well.
I found myself lying in bed at nights, next to my husband, wondering if Tommy was making himself cum in the room across the hall from ours. I also found myself, during the infrequent times my husband and I made love, thinking about Tommy. No, that wasn't quite accurate. I wasn't just thinking about Tommy, I was wishing he was somehow the one satisfying me.
One particular night after a short love-making session with Daniel, I lay awake thinking again about Tommy. I could no longer take wondering what was happening in his room. I slowly crept out of my bed, while being careful not to wake Daniel. Quietly, I walked across the hall to Tommy's room. He slept with his door slightly ajar. I found myself peering through the opening to discover that Tommy was asleep. I crept into his room. Tommy was completely covered by the sheet. I wanted to remove it but feared waking him. I really hadn't thought about what I would do when I got into the room until I realized that Tommy had probably already had his masturbation session. I quietly approached the trash and found the wad of tissue that I thought I would find. Surprisingly it was still slightly warm and really soaked. He must have just finished and went to sleep. I really, really, really, wanted to taste what was in the tissue but couldn't bring myself to it. Suddenly, Tommy stirred. I got out of the room as fast as I could and back into my bed.
The entire next day I was fully disgusted with myself. However, once again that night I found myself lying awake and thinking of Tommy. Despite my self-loathing, I found myself once again making the trek across the hall to his room. I peered in the door and found that Tommy was lying on his side with his back to me. This time however, the sheet was down to his midsection. His snoring signaled that I could enter his room undetected. As was becoming my habit, I immediately went to the trash and found the warm remnants of his self-gratification. Only this time, I began thinking about the young cock and balls that produced all that seed while I gazed at him sleeping. I wanted to see more of his body, so I carefully pulled down the sheet from his body. I found him wearing tight white underwear that clung to that muscular ass that I had caught a glimpse of previously. I started to walk around the bed to view his front side, but damn if he didn't stir, so I got out of the room as quickly as possible.
Back in my own bed I couldn't sleep. My pussy was soaking wet, but my fingers weren't satisfying me. I tossed and turned for probably fifteen minutes before my curiosity got the best of me again, and once again I headed for Tommy's room. I peeked in and saw that Tommy was now lying on his back. The sheets were down below his knees where I early had early placed them. Quietly, I approached Tommy. I looked down and for the first time saw the outline of his cock through the underwear. I had to know what it felt like, so I reached down and ever so gently ran the tip of my finger across the outline of his soft cock. He didn't flinch. I reached down into my panties with my left hand and inserted a finger into my wetness. With my right hand, I again ran the tip of my finger across Tommy's protrusion. Only this time, I kept my finger on him as I gently caressed his penis through the material.