He felt guilty for having bared one of her breasts earlier and for staring at it and photographing it in secret. He felt ashamed that she was describing her nipples to him because she naturally assumed that he had never seen them. Most of all, though, he felt bad that he was fondling his aunt's breast -- and enjoying it.
Still kneading his erection with her left hand, she unfastened one further button of her nightshirt. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Are you ready, Pete? I know you want to see them -- you've been eyeing me up for days. Are you ready?"
"Yes. Yes, Auntie Jo."
His head was in a spin. He stared at the flap of her striped nightshirt as she peeled it open. His heart was hammering and his cock was twitching in response to her playful tugs.
His aunt's small breasts emerged, fully tanned, then her gorgeous puffy nipples. He had already seen one, but now they were both before him, presented, freely offered to him. Another flicker of lightning appeared and as it did she pulled his head to her left breast.
He nuzzled the rubbery cone of her nipple, then, sensing her anticipation of the imminent thunderclap he sucked it into his mouth, along with her small breast. It thrilled him to have her entire breast in his mouth and as the thunder crackled he sucked hard on it. Her perspiration made her skin salty and he sucked greedily, feeling rather perverted.
His Aunt Jo was shaking and rocking back and forth as she cradled him to her. He pulled away a little, gazing up into her face. Her eyes were closed and she looked serene, despite her fear. He fondled her neck and her soft hair. She raised her hand and pointed to her other small, sweat-beaded breast and he closed in on it. He licked all around her large, stud-like nipple, pressing his tongue hard against it, leaving a trail of saliva to join her perspiration. He began to suck on that breast too.
"Mmmm Pete, feed on it, feed on it..."
He kneaded her left, little breast and tweaked her big nipple with his fingers as he continued to suckle on her. He rested his other hand on the moist skin of her thigh where her nightshirt lay open, and stroked it. Her thigh felt firm as he gently squeezed it.
She was sighing and cooing softly, and her breathing was heavy. She ran her hands over his chest and played with his nipples. He raised his head and pulled her mouth to his. He continued to fondle her breasts and thigh as he kissed her tentatively on the lips. Rain began to beat on the windows and on the road outside.
To his delight she began to kiss him in return, tugging on his lips with hers, seeking his tongue and dancing and swirling hers against it. She felt safe, protected -- and desired, too, and despite her fear she began to savour his touch and his passionate kisses. She had not been in a relationship for a couple of years or so, and now her feelings were awakening. She felt a shudder of guilt as she remembered that this passionate young man in her arms was her nephew. But the shame seemed to make it more thrilling than ever.
Pete had kissed plenty of times before, but it seemed as though he had never done so with such intensity. To be kissing his father's sister somehow seemed naughtier than fondling her. To have sex all the way with his aunt had been a fantasy for some time. But this was not just sexual foreplay, in his mind this mutually ardent kissing elevated them both to lovers embarking on an affair, nephew and aunt experiencing romance as well as sexual pleasure. It added a whole new dimension of taboo.
She sank onto her back on the bed, with her head towards the foot of the bed. Her nightshirt rode up and inside it her could see her crotch. Her lips protruded and were pink and inviting. They were surrounded by verdant brown hair that radiated out in thinner spidery lines.
He knelt on all fours over her. For a few moments he simply stared in wonder at the sight of his near-naked aunt below him; only her belly was now covered by her blue-and-white nightshirt. She had urged him to have her, and he would obey.
Pete kissed her on the mouth again and they snogged passionately, licking each other's teeth, lips and tongues. She caressed the back of his neck with her long fingers, and scratched his scalp in rhythmic movements. He kissed her neck and throat and dragged his tongue downward to her shallow cleft, savouring the moistness of her soft skin and its salty taste. He rubbed his erection against her thigh; its firmness felt deliciously inviting through his pyjamas as he ground himself against it. He licked her breasts and nipples, her arms, and her upper belly. She groaned.
The sound of the rain teeming down seemed to add to the intensity of it all, then there was another flash of lightning and once again the thunder cracked and rattled loudly soon after. He felt her flinch, and her eyes were still closed.
He returned his mouth to hers and knelt on all fours beside her now, his hand running rapidly but lightly over her slightly clammy skin. He groped her breasts, kneading and squeezing a little roughly in his lust. Encouraged by her whimpers and murmurs he found the remaining buttons of her nightshirt and unfastened them.
He sat up and gazed at his aunt, his hungry gaze racing over every inch of her. Above her breasts her skin was showing slight signs of ageing, and although she was quite slim for her age, a few creases in her skin ran across her belly. It somehow added to her appeal. She was tanned all over except for a pale triangle over her crotch and some narrow lines over her hips. Her skin glistened with little beads of her perspiration. He sensed his own sweat trickle down his brow and his back.
He felt his erection glide out of the fly in his pyjama trousers and he watched as, with her eyes still closed, his aunt felt for it and wrapped her palm around it. He watched her long fingers rocking slowly but firmly and rudely up and down its length, where his own fingers had been at work just a few hours ago as he jerked off to the pictures of her that he had so sneakily taken while she dozed in the lounge. He gazed at the rude, purplish tip above her hand. A tremor of guilt shook him, but desire overwhelmed it. She murmured and groaned softly, and he realised that her was doing the same.
He lowered himself and drew his mouth up and down the calves of his aunt's legs and her knees. He alternated licking with kisses and gentle sucks on her soft, moist, salty skin. He licked his lips and resumed his mouth's journey up and over her well-toned thighs.
He steered away from her pouting pussy in case he alienated her, but inhaled its sweet musk and gazed at it, so close, so enticing, as he roved his tongue over his aunt's belly and hip. Her fingers scratched his scalp again. She squeezed his shoulders and caressed his back. Her emotions were as intense as the physical pleasure that her nephew was instilling.
He sat up and stared at her again, and at his hands as he traced over her body. Her hand found his erection again, and once more he watched her hand and its rude, jerking movements. He lowered his mouth to hers and they kissed again, deeply and passionately. He gazed, entranced, at her large, puffy nipples and at his fingers as he teased and tweaked them, and scooped and patted her little orbs.
There was a further lightning flash. She tensed for a moment then she slid her hand down over her belly and to her pussy. He watched, spellbound, as she eased her swollen lips open, revealing the shiny pinkness inside. It contrasted rudely with the brown silky hair that adorned her flaps. He gazed at the raw flesh and at the entrance to her love tunnel.
"Put it in, Pete. Put that big throbbing dick in me and..."
"You sure, Auntie? You sure you want..."
"Do it, Pete. Screw me. Screw your Auntie. Hard and deep..."
Again the thunder rattled the windows and made her jump. Then he guided himself into her enveloping warm, gripping moistness, and began to drive slowly but deeply into her. She moaned and grunted as he picked up the pace, and she drew his face to her shallow cleft, then to her left breast. He reached between their sweating bodies and found her hard clit. He rubbed it with his fingertip. She gave a gasp.
