Story Originally Written: April 2023 (finished in April 2023, started in 2021)
Tom was a young man who had recently begun his first semester at a university far away from home and he had his whole life ahead of him. Things were going well so far – he was studying hard, working toward making his dreams a reality and making friends along the way, and he was settling into university life mostly seamlessly. Though he lived far from the university he attended, his aunt lived nearby, and he would visit her and spend time with her before he headed back home at the end of the day as they got on swimmingly and hadn’t seen each other in quite some time.
His visits to his aunt were helping him settle into university life greatly because they had all sorts to talk about and catch up on, so he visited her whenever their time would allow, however, it was never quite often enough or for long enough. That said, today was one of those days, and Tom was on his way to his aunt’s house having just finished his courses for the week. He was going to visit his aunt, spend some time with her – hopefully more than usual because it was now the weekend – and perhaps even stay for dinner before setting off back home. Whatever happened, it was sure to be a delightful evening and he couldn’t wait. It was always the highlight of his day on the days he saw her, as it was his aunt’s.
Tom’s aunt was likewise a very busy person, spending most of her time working, but also lamenting the fact that she couldn’t spend more time with her dear nephew now that he had come back into her life by wonderful chance. Her work often prevented him from visiting even when he was free from his lectures, and it frustrated her that she couldn’t be more present for him. You see, Upskirt Aunt was a bit unfulfilled in many aspects because she was very oddly single. Her previous relationship had come to an end quite some time ago and, despite trying, she could never find the right man for her, so she spent much of her time working to try and keep herself occupied and keep her mind off matters that were infinitely more important to her.
The pair had planned this visit and, with her working day just now finished, Upskirt Aunt eagerly and impatiently awaited her nephew’s arrival. Having seen to her hair and makeup and having changed to don a more appropriate outfit comprising of one or two new items from her favourite shop and catalogue, she sat in the sitting room, her legs beginning to nervously bounce of their own volition as a strange feeling of anxiety stirred within her, all whilst the sound of a whistling kettle in the kitchen began to dwindle. Today had to be the day, it just had to, she simply couldn’t tolerate it any longer. She took a moment and a deep breath to compose herself because that all too familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach had happened again, that unique feeling which was indisputable but one that she also knew was wrong.
Just as she checked the time on the clock on the wall, the unmistakable sound of car tyres rolling over her pebbled driveway reached her ears. Up she shot, her eyes confirming that her ears had not deceived her, and she stared out of the living room window to see her nephew park up beside her car. Upskirt Aunt, clad in a pencil skirt, shot out of the spacious sitting room and hurried into the less spacious hallway, adjusting her outfit as she scurried, making sure that everything looked just right before he saw her, Tom’s aunt barely able to contain her excitement and happiness.
With a final check of her hair and spectacles in the reflective glass pane of the front door, she waited until he was there and then opened it to the sight that was her favourite and to greet her favourite person. “Tom, darling!” she gleamed with her arms wide open, her smile one that could not be feigned, “How wonderful to see you.” They embraced as Tom’s aunt placed a couple of precise French kisses upon either cheek, which wasn’t their usual greeting. Why the departure from tradition? Today was a special day, or so she had hoped, and it had been a week since she last saw him, so she missed him, and her giddiness was ever-so-slightly getting the better of her.
“Come in, come in!” she welcomed her nephew, closing the door behind him and turning the lock, and Tom took the opportunity to compliment her outfit.
“Been shopping at The House of Bruar again, I see?” he asked, rhetorically. “You look magnificent.”
She chuckled to herself happily and a somewhat embarrassed smile emerged on her face, delighted that he had noticed the effort she had made and that he appreciated her outfit. “Thank you, I’m glad you noticed – I was hoping you would,” she replied, “Please, take a seat and make yourself at home, I’ll go and fetch the tea.”
Tom did just that, sitting down in what had, over time, become his place on her settee and he waited for his aunt to bring in their refreshments and join him. A few moments later she returned having already boiled the kettle in anticipation of his arrival, and she placed Tom’s mug beside him and set hers down close beside his before sitting down in her place.
“So!” she started with great enthusiasm, “How has your week been? Please, tell me everything.” Tom’s aunt looked at him expectantly and ardently, with a look that any third party would easily identify as that of pure infatuation. Tom spoke for a minute or so, updating his aunt as to what he’d been up to and how his week at university had been and she listened on intently, seemingly bewitched by her nephew. She couldn’t help but smile. However, Tom eventually got onto the subject of travelling and that doing so much of it was beginning to affect him, especially with all the studying he had to do as well.
“Oh, darling, I am sorry about that,” Upskirt Aunt frowned with empathy. “It is a long way to go back and forth all of the time, isn’t it?”, and she worried that his visits to her were tiring him further.
“Not at all!” he stressed, his visits to his aunt were always the highlight of his week and were what he looked forward to most. All that travelling was worth it just to see her, he explained. “Oh, stop it, you are such a charming young man,” she lightly blushed. Regarding university, Tom’s aunt changed the subject back to the topic of his life there, though with a bit more specificity and with a question that was a tad more personal.
“Have you met anybody yet?” she asked, clearly insinuating ‘anyone’ as those of the opposite sex to him.
“Oh, no,” Tom chuckled, “Not like that. There are plenty of nice girls at university, but nothing like that.”
Upskirt Aunt complimented her nephew, causing him to blush this time. “How is it that a handsome, funny and charming young man like you is single? Surely the girls at university are all over you?” she teased, though her compliments were heartfelt. She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t understand why the girls at university weren’t doing everything in their power to get her nephew into their panties.
With that said, Tom being unattached was truly music to her ears. Alas, a student she was not, though her desire to have certain people in her panties remained nevertheless. That look of infatuation she had given him earlier was exactly that, because she was infatuated with him. Furthermore, Upskirt Aunt didn’t yet know the true reason why Tom hadn’t found a lovely girl to go out with. She didn’t believe for a second that he hadn’t been sought after – was he holding out for a certain special someone, perchance?
“What about you?” Tom asked in return, “Are you seeing anybody at the moment? Whatever happened to… what was his name… Roger?”
Upskirt Aunt rolled her eyes at hearing that name, then explained that she hadn’t been seeing anyone or dating at all since she split from Roger quite some time ago. Likewise, Tom himself couldn’t understand how his aunt was single, she was gorgeous! He’d had a crush on her for some time, perhaps naturally for his aunt was stunningly beautiful and beyond charming. There was nothing wrong with having a crush on his aunt, was there? He wasn’t going to act on his lusts, so what harm was there in simply admiring her charm and beauty?
Besides, it wasn’t his fault that his aunt always dressed and spoke so provocatively, he couldn’t help his eyes and mind from wandering, it was just his virile, curious, and perhaps perverted instincts. The conversation between the two covered many a topic, the single couple enjoying conversing and laughing with one another with Upskirt Aunt flirtatiously teasing her nephew with a naughty innuendo here and there as she was so apt at doing. Take, for example, Tom commenting on how well-kept her garden and bushes were, having noticed them when he arrived earlier. Upskirt Aunt could not miss the opportunity to bask in the compliment, take pride in and allude to indeed how well-kept her bush was while she proudly sipped her tea at the innuendo and adjusted her spectacles nonchalantly.
Tom laughed it off, though on the inside he was embarrassed because he knew what she was insinuating and he found it most arousing, naturally. He quickly moved on, knowing that he shouldn’t be thinking about such things or find them arousing, not because he didn’t find women’s bushes arousing, but because it was his aunt’s bush they were indirectly talking about. Upskirt Aunt uncrossed and crossed her long and resplendent legs with suggestive subtlety, though it did not escape her nephew. Tom swiftly took his teacup to his mouth and took a sip, clearing his now clammy throat.
The conversation continued but Upskirt Aunt, herself not failing to notice her nephew’s response to her subtle actions, could not wait any longer. It was eating her inside and she couldn’t withstand it anymore, she needed to know and needed him to know.
What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
The familiar words of Chris Isaak resonated within her, words that had been resonating within her for the longest time – to feel such a way about someone she shouldn’t, and dream about someone she shouldn’t. She loved Tom, of course, however, she had not planned on falling in love with him, and a part of her didn’t want to because she was sure that the world would, indeed, break her heart, like Chris Isaak suggested it would. However, by denying her feelings for him, her heart was already breaking.
She had been and was hoping that Tom would be her own personal SAS and would rescue her from the solitude she couldn’t bear any longer, and, as she had planned, today was the day that she was going to make her move, for the song that remains unsung is the one that plays the loudest in one’s head. She who dares wins – carpe diem.
“Tom…” she coyly began, “May I ask you a question?”
“Please do,” he replied, and Upskirt Aunt took the plunge and inquisitively and bashfully asked her nephew.
“…Do you like me?”
“I’m sorry?” he responded, slightly dumbfounded by the question, “Of course I like you!” Of course he liked her, she was his aunt and they got along with each other swimmingly.
“No, but…” she started, her nephew interpreting her question and answering it slightly differently to how she had intended, “…Do you like like me?”
Oh, did he like her like that? His face started to flush red as his eyes danced around the now very stuffy-feeling room and his throat again closed nervously.
“Erm…” he clumsily began, clearing his throat, “…What do you mean?”
Tom knew full well what it was his aunt meant, but he was shy and trying to delay answering the question, or even avoid having to answer it altogether.
Tom knew what his answer was, but he also knew that his answer was most inappropriate and, in fact, taboo. He couldn’t possibly confess to that. So, rather than answer the question, he cleverly asked her the same thing in return. “Do you like like me?” he asked in kind, and suddenly the shoe was on the other foot. Tom himself was confident even if not sure of her answer, hence why she had asked him in the first place, but it would reassure him to hear her say it first.
“Tom, sweetie…” she paused, putting her cup of tea down, sure of her feelings but unsure of what to do with them due to their taboo nature, “I…”
Her heart fluttered like the wings of the butterflies in her stomach, and Upskirt Aunt twiddled her thumbs before collecting herself, about to take a most inappropriate risk that could have catastrophic consequences, but she was ready to risk it all because that is what she truly wanted. “Yes, yes I do like you, Tom, I do like like you,” she began, unable to look him in the eye at first as she all but confessed her love for him. “I fancy you, and I desire you. I’m sorry, darling, I know that I shouldn’t, but–”
“I like you too,” her nephew interrupted. “I do like like you, and I fancy you and I desire you too…”
Upskirt Aunt’s head shot up as she corrected her posture, Tom visibly anxious and seemingly shocked by what he had just confessed and said out loud, though he had done so because he had gained the courage to do so through his aunt doing the same.
“You do?” Upskirt Aunt’s face lit up like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, this inappropriate burden she had been bearing was one that her nephew had also been bearing unbeknownst to her, the pair helping each other ease their respective and identical burdens. A relieved yet awkward silence filled the room for a few seconds, two hearts racing in synchronised, pounding chests, neither of them quite sure what to do or what to say. Tom was the one to break the silence.
“What happens now?”
It was a good question, one that Upskirt Aunt wasn’t sure she knew the answer to. This was terra incognita for them both. However, despite the hitherto untread path, Upskirt Aunt had an idea.
This unspoken back and forth of theirs – their subtle flirting with one another – had been going on for a while, Upskirt Aunt not having gotten her name for no good reason. The ‘Aunt’ in her name was self-explanatory, and the ‘Upskirt’ surely wouldn’t take much figuring out either. The first time that it had happened was truly by chance, ‘it’ being Tom seeing up his aunt’s very many decidedly short skirts, however, all the instances thereafter were of Upskirt Aunt’s design – some subconsciously, and others very much not.
Even though it had been going on for a while, they hadn’t had the chance to act upon or explore these feelings with time and responsibilities always getting between them, but ever since Upskirt Aunt began Upskirt Aunting they only ever thought about each other, every single minute of every single day, and it was dreadfully distracting. When Upskirt Aunt masturbated – which she did frequently – she fantasised about her darling nephew doing unspeakable things to her. And when Tom masturbated, frequently like his aunt did, he fantasised about doing unspeakable things to his aunt. These were things that they didn’t yet know they had in common, masturbating often over the thought of one another. How terribly depraved, yet how wonderfully naughty.
They shouldn’t act upon these feelings and desires, and they knew that, but that fact only made it all the more tempting, more alluring, more difficult to resist and only served to make them want it and each other even more. She was his aunt, he was her nephew, it was wrong, and it was taboo, and they loved each other in a way that maybe they shouldn’t, but oh lord it just felt so right. They were conflicted, desperately wanting to act on their shared urges and desires, to let go of their inhibitions, to give themselves to one another and to have each other.
But things had been like that for some time now, and these days whenever they spent time with each other it was very difficult for Tom to see his aunt in a normal way – it was like being a hormonal teenager all over again as his thoughts flooded with those of a most debauched nature about his aunt. And it was even more difficult for Upskirt Aunt to prevent herself from controlling her even more deviant thoughts still, thoughts of teaching her nephew everything that she knew. It had become unbearable. The pair were a ticking, passionate, hormonal and sexually deprived timebomb, and were it to go off, the result was sure to be spectacular.
Neither of them had told the other this but they both suspected it of each other, and it had been eating away at them. Who knew that wanting something or someone that you shouldn’t could be so thrilling? They wanted each other, badly. They wanted to submit to their base desires, to fulfil their fantasies, to sin. They couldn’t, or, at least, they shouldn’t. She was his aunt and he was her nephew, it was taboo, and it was forbidden, but that just made them want it and want each other even more passionately.
No amount of wanking and masturbating over the thought of one another was going to fill the void that they both felt, and they had both already figured this out for themselves. Upskirt Aunt barely spent a moment without a dildo stuffed deep inside her pussy and a vibrator pressed hard against her clitoris these days, and Tom likewise seldom didn’t have his proficient hand wrapped around his cock. And yet, as lovely as that always felt for them with their thoughts populated with dreams of one another, it was never, ever enough.
They wanted each other more than they could quantify, but what if someone were to find out? What they both wanted was taboo, but there just had to be a way. This is where Upskirt Aunt’s idea came into play. Their relationship had been rekindled by Tom going to university not far from where Upskirt Aunt lived and by visiting her frequently and as often as time allowed. What if, she wondered, Tom came and lived with her rather than travelling back home every day and just visiting her from time to time? They would then be able to spend most of their time together, in private, even during the witching hour. The only thing that would get in the way of them spending time together would be their work and their studies, and they could be free to feel how they truly felt, free to explore and walk this yet untrodden and forbidden path together.
“You know, you would be more than welcome to stay here if you would like to? While you go to university?” she very kindly offered, “If you think it might make your life easier? I only live a few miles away from campus after all…”
She would simply be offering her nephew a place to stay while he was at university, so she would reason, to ease both the physical and financial burden of further education. It would save him travelling, therefore reducing his stress and saving him money, and it would be no trouble for her at all she would explain, no-one would know or suspect a thing. There was no other way that she could see them getting together, see them getting what they both truly wanted.
Upskirt Aunt palpitated at the thought of having her nephew live with her, what they’d finally be able to do after all this time, and it gave her butterflies in the pit of her stomach again, a feeling that the sophisticated, mature woman of the world hadn’t felt for a long, long time before her nephew had come back into her life, and since then it had been a frequent occurrence. “Besides, it gets ever so lonely living here by myself, Tom, with nobody to keep me company. And I absolutely adore your company”. Tom likewise adored her company and was wholeheartedly onboard with this idea, though not without courtesy.
“Are you sure?” he asked, wanting to check whether his aunt was sure she wouldn’t mind him living with her and all of what that would imply between them, though he didn’t specifically say that.
“Sweetie, I would love for you to, it would be my pleasure for you to live with me. We would be able to spend much more time together and properly get to know each other, don’t you agree?”
Upskirt Aunt very much meant that in more than just one way, and Tom gulped as his nerves momentarily got the better of him. He might be young, but he wasn’t naïve, and the thought of getting to properly know his aunt and his aunt properly getting to know him was both an exciting and nerve-wracking prospect.
“What do you think?” Upskirt Aunt pressed the matter, eager to discover whether her future would play out like her dreams and fantasies always did. She bit her lip in anticipation, briefly afraid that he was going to spurn her advances. However, after a few moments of deliberation, Tom graciously agreed to it and put a giant smile on his aunt’s face, something that he was already good at and was perhaps going to get even better at still.
“I would love to!” he answered, and immediately Upskirt Aunt started thinking about how soon he could move in and got a bit ahead of herself.
“Oh wonderful!” she exclaimed, “When do you think you could get everything moved in?”
Sadly, logistics were a hurdle, but only a minor one, so he wouldn’t be able to move in immediately. “Not until early next week I’m afraid, I still need to go back home and get everything.”
“Oh, yes, of course, silly me,” Upskirt Aunt apologised, slightly deflated.
“But I could stay here tonight if you wouldn’t mind me doing so and using your shower?” Upskirt Aunt’s deflation was brief as her young, yet mature nephew suggested this most brilliant of ideas.
“What a splendid idea! Of course, you would be more than welcome to stay here tonight, and I can give you a clean, fresh towel for the shower. You are so clever, darling. Say, now that you’re going to be living here, why don’t I quickly show you around the house? You haven’t seen it all yet, have you?”. Indeed, he hadn’t and Tom thought that was an excellent idea. “Grand!” Upskirt Aunt cheered and again she shot up off the settee, “Follow me, darling, I’ll show you around.”
The pair left their unfinished tea in the living room – something they’d never done before – and headed off on a guided tour of Upskirt Aunt’s grand abode, and Tom’s aunt led the way with Tom trailing behind her, the young man watching every step that she took in her short skirt, attentively looking at her luxurious legs and wondrous arse with an unspeakable amount of admiration. “You’ve seen some of my house already, I’m sure” she talked as she walked, not stopping to show him parts of the house that he had already seen, such as her kitchen, so they trod on through there without stopping and headed into the hall.
Tom was familiar with much of the downstairs but wasn’t familiar with the upper floors of her house. “I think you’ve seen all of the downstairs before, darling, we’ve sat in the study before if I recall correctly,” she said, quickly poking her head in there. “Yes, let’s head upstairs and I’ll show you the bedrooms.” They set off for the staircase, Tom still following behind in their convoy, but before she started climbing Upskirt Aunt popped off her shoes. Tom followed his barefooted aunt upstairs, her short skirt providing him with a view up it that he could not help but stare at which almost caused him to stumble and miss a step in his distracted state.
They made their ascent up to the first floor, Upskirt Aunt sensing her nephew’s gaze going up her skirt, and a hint or two of her panties and the surrounding skin of her arse were blessedly flashed to him here and there. Tom held tightly onto the handrail with his feet firmly set on the steps, trying to maintain three points of contact, whilst his eyes firmly maintained two points of contact up his aunt’s skirt. His gaze was perhaps perverse yet full of love for whom said flesh belonged, and it was not at all unwelcome.
Tom had never been up here before and this was all new ground for him, and Upskirt Aunt showed him his room first to show him where he would be staying. “This will be your room, sweetie,” she started, making her entrance through the doorway and into the impeccably kept room. Tom followed suit and noticed that the room was spotless, like you’d expect to find at a five-star hotel, and almost as if Upskirt Aunt had kept it like this in hope and anticipation of a certain someone staying over.
That was exactly what she had been doing, this fantasy of hers keeping her going and occupying her mind non-stop over recent months, and keeping this room tidy in hopeful preparation for her nephew’s tenancy kept her as busy as her work and masturbation habits did. At last, her vacancy had been filled, or at least one of them had. “Oh, wow…” he admired, looking around the spacious and welcoming room, “Thank you, this is fantastic, I’ll be able to keep all of my stuff in here.” His approval made Upskirt Aunt extremely happy, not that Tom was ever going to do anything but approve of this.
“Would you like to see my bedroom?” she asked with a subtle devious grin on her face, and his answer again made her extremely happy. “Follow me, darling, it’s not far.” Upskirt Aunt again led the way, Tom exiting what would soon be his bedroom in his new home and followed the homeowner to her very own bedroom. It indeed wasn’t far at all and, before he knew it, the young man was standing in his aunt’s bedroom. This in itself wouldn’t normally mean a great deal but for their feelings for each other, and being in there with their feelings in mind made it feel like it meant something more.
“This is my bedroom, Thomas,” Upskirt Aunt flirted, never having called her nephew by his full name before and carried on her tour. It was equally as impeccable as the guest room was, the bed neatly made, the room was bright and spacious and there was no clutter to be seen. Tom’s guide directed his attention to her bed, explaining, “I prefer having a bigger bed, as you can see, so I can stretch and sprawl out and assume all manner of comfortable positions,” perhaps hinting at activities other than sleeping.
Moving briefly onward, Upskirt Aunt stood at another doorway in her large room and, without going through it, told her nephew what was through there. “In here is my dressing room and just beyond that is the bathroom, you are more than welcome to use both and don’t worry at all if you need to use the bathroom if I’m in bed, just walk on through. It won’t be a bother at all, I am sure.” She moved back toward the frequently inhabited and comfortable double bed in her room and sat alone on the end of it.
“There are some other rooms to show you upstairs, but they can wait – just my office and some storage.” Before she had a chance to invite her nephew to sit with her, Tom invited himself to sit beside her.
“May I sit?” he courteously asked, his aunt immediately admiring his respect and gallantry, and Upskirt Aunt welcomed him.
“Of course, darling. Please, join me. You read my mind. Well?” she continued, “What do you think? Do you think you’ll be ok living here? I think there’s enough space for the both of us.”
Tom concurred with his aunt’s modesty regarding their potential living arrangements. “Absolutely,” he responded, “There’s plenty of room for me, as long as I wouldn’t be imposing on you?” Again, he respectfully asked his aunt whether she was sure, simply out of courtesy, though he already knew that her mind was made up, as was his.
“Please, Tom, you would be most welcome to live with me. There’s more than enough room for us both, as well as your studies and my work, and if there are any kinks then we can simply work those out when we get to them.”
Even though Upskirt Aunt had brought a premature end to the tour of her wondrous house, she had no intention of stopping the touring here as there were other things that she wanted to give her lovely nephew an extended, guided and very, very personal tour of. The pair sat on the bed close beside each other for a few silent, nervous seconds, their respective butterflies fluttering away in their stomachs could sense the other’s. Biting her lip anxiously and with subtle provocation, Upskirt Aunt broke the silence.
“Tom…” she uttered suggestively in her mellifluous voice and with the cadence which she knew always got a rise out of him, “…About what you said earlier, that you like me?” Upskirt Aunt looked into her nephew’s eyes, and he looked back at hers, and her hungry eyes said everything. Her hands subconsciously ran down the enticing thighs that her skirt tried – and failed – to cover, and it was both an act of nervousness and seduction. Tom looked down at his aunt’s thighs and the rest of her stunning legs, the angle he was sitting at giving him just a minor glimpse between her thighs and up her skirt. His heart rate was noticeably increasing, and he mirrored his aunt’s nerves by gulping.
“What about it?” he asked in response, averting his gaze away from his aunt’s legs so as not to stare.
“What about me do you like?” she teased, moving her leg closer to his before becoming more overt with her line of enquiry. “Do you… think I’m attractive?”
Of course he did, she was stunningly beautiful, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, yet the thought of admitting that to her made him shy despite it being the truth. That said, he wanted to be completely honest with her, so that’s what he told her.
“Oh, goodness, thank you, sweetie,” she began, blushing herself, “You are far too complimentary.” Upskirt Aunt looked her nephew in the eyes, his eyes looked back at hers, and it was almost too much of a cliché. The silence was deafening as the pair looked at each other and several moments passed by unspoken until Tom’s aunt broke it with her alluring voice. “Thomas…” she started, “Have you ever thought about… kissing me?” She wasn’t simply talking about French kisses either, a couple of which she’d cheekily placed upon his cheeks when he arrived earlier, she was talking about kissing her romantically, passionately and perhaps, sexually.
Had Tom ever thought about kissing her? You bet he had. Upskirt Aunt could tell what his answer was without him having to speak a word, so she asked a follow-up question. “Would you like to?” Tom’s eyes lit up with both anxiety and excitement as his aunt invited him to kiss her, and it was a step he wanted to take but he didn’t know how to take it. It wasn’t just any girl or any woman he’d be kissing, it wasn’t simply one of his university girlfriends whom he’d regretted making out with once or twice, this was his mature and sophisticated aunt. His aunt that he like liked, his aunt that like liked him, and his aunt that had no doubt got years and years of experience doing such things and, by comparison, he was new to this.
Upskirt Aunt shuffled closer to her nephew and looked him up and down, this moment having been played on repeat in her mind for months on end. She leant in and, as she did so, her nephew mirrored her, and after a moment they felt each other’s breath brush against their skin. Tom gulped nervously as the two got closer, and closer, until their lips touched, then locked, for the very first time. Their respective heart rates had skyrocketed over the last 30 seconds or so, though kissing each other for the first time actually made them both relax a little bit, as though they’d taken the first, big step in… whatever this was between them.
Upskirt Aunt led and Tom followed her lead, and for a few wonderful but fleeting moments this aunt and this nephew all but made out gently yet with a clear passion on the former’s bed. Just as their tongues were about to get involved, they stopped in tandem, aware that what they were doing was wrong but the feeling of it feeling right being unanimous, then their lips parted ways. Tom felt like apologising, but the look in his aunt’s eyes conveyed to him that he had no need to. This was what she wanted, and the only apology she’d accept from him was for not doing this sooner, for longer, more passionately, or rougher.
“Well?” she prompted, biting her lip gratifyingly almost like how she wanted Tom to bite it, “How was that?” Tom’s heart was racing in his chest and, although he had made out with girls at university, none of those girls or instances made him feel like this. His tongue was tied, and not because it was wrapped around his aunt’s, though what he thought about that went without saying. Upskirt Aunt, emboldened by their kiss and her nephew’s reaction to it, wanted to move matters onto those of a perhaps more carnal nature, such was the nature of the mature and sophisticated woman. She knew what she wanted and was intent on getting it.
“You know, darling, I saw you looking at my legs a couple of minutes ago. Do you like them?” Tom was hushed, again sure of his answer but almost too embarrassed to share it. Her legs were right next to his and pushing up against him, the hem of her skirt riding a bit higher up her leg than would be acceptable out in public. “It’s ok, sweetie, you can tell me, you can be honest with me. We’re just being honest with each other and with ourselves, aren’t we?” She was right, and Tom did want to be honest with her – honesty was what had led them here in the first place. His aunt’s encouragement gave him the courage he needed to confess more to her than he already had, so that’s what he did.
The honest affirmation that came delighted Upskirt Aunt, causing her face to redden again. “I thought that you liked them, I think I’ve seen you sneaking a peek at them before,” she jested. This in turn caused Tom to blush, but his aunt reassured him that she was flattered by his interest and attention. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I am flattered that you like what you see, I had hoped that you did.” Upskirt Aunt planned to move the focus away from her legs to some of her other many eye-catching assets.
“Are there any other things that you like about me?” Tom’s aunt clearly wasn’t talking about things like her charm and personality, she knew that her nephew loved those things about her, rather she was talking about herself physically and sexually. “Come on…” she enticed him, placing her hand suggestively upon his leg, “…You can tell me.” Tom blushed, not only at his aunt’s question but also at her hand on his thigh. As ever, Tom knew what his answer was to his aunt’s question – there was no end of things that he liked about her physically and sexually, certainly at least insofar as he had imagined in his fantasies – though the direction that this evening was quickly going in had him tongue-tied.
Upskirt Aunt gently squeezed and stroked her thumb on her nephew’s warm thigh, noticing his red-hued cheeks, and had an idea. “What if… Tom, sweetie…” she flirtatiously began, “What if I show you some things that I think you might like, does that sound like a good idea?” That sounded like a great idea. “What if I start by taking my blouse off?” she asked her nephew, looking down at her bosom before looking at her nephew to catch him doing the same. “I’m terribly sorry though, darling, but I’m not wearing a bra…”
Tom hadn’t noticed his aunt’s lack of a bra in his somewhat flustered state, and the thought of her not wearing one and her breasts being covered only by her somewhat skimpy but very lovely blouse was exceedingly exciting. Upskirt Aunt’s hands moved towards the buttons holding her blouse together and her fingers worked to unbutton the top button, and it popped open, revealing slightly more of her cleavage to her nephew. Upskirt Aunt bit her lip excitedly, finally taking her relationship with her nephew to where she wanted it to go, ready to give herself over to him entirely.
Another button popped, followed by another, and soon only two buttons were holding the blouse together and maintaining Tom’s aunt’s modesty. Tom had never seen so much of his aunt’s chest before, and he couldn’t quite believe that he was about to see more. Upskirt Aunt glanced up at her nephew with a look in her eye that he had never seen before, that of her being possessed by feelings of lust and love, yet her composed demeanour remained, the mature, sophisticated woman able to communicate so much by saying so little.
The penultimate button followed suit like those before it, and it felt like it took an age for the final button to be undone. Fortunately, however, that age did pass, and Tom’s aunt sat beside him with her blouse completely unbuttoned. He could see her entire cleavage, however, he could see neither of her breasts for the blouse still covered them, and had they been outside then a simple gust of wind would’ve shown him what he so very much wanted to see. He had fantasised about the thought on many occasions, and now that fantasy was dangerously close to becoming reality.
“Would you like to see my breasts, Thomas?” Upskirt Aunt teasingly asked her nephew, her question evidently a rhetorical one. She smiled bashfully yet desirously, this scenario – amongst many others – having played out in her mind countless times over recent months, and she was moments away from exposing a part of herself to her nephew that he perhaps shouldn’t be exposed to. That said, being exposed to him was what she craved, and her nephew’s answer to her question was, understandably, an affirmative one.
Continuing her slow and sultry physical exposé, rather than simply taking her whole blouse off in one go, Upskirt Aunt held one side of the blouse closed whilst she slowly peeled the other to one side to reveal one breast at a time. With each second that passed more and more of her alluring flesh and contours of her ample breast were exposed to the wide-eyed Tom, but still not the whole thing, still not even to the summit of that eminence. Upskirt Aunt paused briefly just as the edge of the soft fabric of her blouse reached her areola, her mouth hanging open with titillation.
Tom saw his aunt’s unveiled, tantalising areola, knowing what was to come next, and mere moments later she pulled her blouse farther to the side and unveiled her nipple itself. The young man couldn’t help but notice how erect it was, evidence of his aunt’s arousal perhaps, and just how beautiful it was, and the rest of her beauteous breast followed suit until her whole breast had been revealed to him. It was a sight to behold, and Upskirt Aunt bit her lip and giggled shyly seeing her nephew appreciate it just like she hoped he would.
“Well?” Tom’s aunt prodded, “What do you think?” Tom’s capacity to think had been severely reduced, as had his capacity to talk. His tongue was tied up in all sorts of knots and his head was scrambled, unsure whether he was dreaming. Tom eventually managed to untie his tongue and, when he did, his response was most complimentary. He had seen a breast or two before, they weren’t exactly new to him, however, that was his aunt’s breast he was currently admiring.
Upskirt Aunt cupped it with her hand, gently caressing the warm flesh whose warmth Tom wanted to feel for himself, and it elicited an excited reaction from her nephew. As before, her hand and fingers moved slowly towards the peak of that elevation where her nipple resided, and when they got there, they enjoyed the fruit of their wears and fondled her proudly standing nipple. Tom’s aunt let out a gentle moan of pleasure, her eyes closing as she momentarily drifted into one of her fantasies, one where it was her darling nephew caressing her rather than herself.
Her eyes opened as she snapped herself out of her fantasy and back into the rapidly imitative reality, and she looked at her nephew again. “Would you like to see both of them?” she teased, running her finger along the fabric that concealed her other breast, her nipple poking through the canopy of her blouse. Despite his excited state, Tom just about managed to contain it and responded with abundant politeness. His aunt’s breast was a delightful sight, but what was better still was the fact that Upskirt Aunt was blessed with not one, but two equally beautiful breasts and equally erect nipples. Tom wanted to see them both, and his aunt wanted to show him both.
Repeating the motions of her first reveal, Upskirt Aunt teased the fabric to the side, her other breast slowly but surely being exposed to her nephew for the very first time. First, her cleavage merged into the breast, then the fabric flowed over her flesh, reaching her areola and then smoothly rode over her hard nipple, eventually making it all the way to the side. There she sat, beside her nephew, with her breasts completely exposed to him.
Tom looked away shyly, his face flushing red once more, but his aunt quickly allayed his timidity. “It’s ok, sweetie, you can look. I want you to look…” Tom’s aunt reassured him, placing her hand on his shoulder, and Tom turned to face his bare-chested aunt. He looked her in her eyes at first before they naturally fell south to observe the two bare wonders. Individually they were glorious, and as a pair, they were infinitely more so. However, it wasn’t only her breasts that caught his eyes, but also the beauty spots upon her torso that he had never seen before.
In addition to the smattering of beauty spots at the top of her chest which he had seen before when she wore revealing enough outfits, there were a couple more beside each other beneath her left breast, one slightly larger than the other, and another couple danced in the centre of her abdomen a short distance above her belly button like a planet orbiting a celestial body. A tiny one resided beneath her right breast and another just upon it, barely off-centre from her cleavage, and a few even smaller ones down could be found by her waist off to the right of her belly butto, and there were more still upon her arms.
Upskirt Aunt could see the sparkle in her nephew’s eyes as he admired her body, her beauty spots, and the spot of beauty that she herself was in this often-bleak world, and it was a sparkle she had seen before when she had caught him sneaking a peek at her, and then she invited him to do something else entirely.
“You can touch them if you like…” she said, slightly jutting her breasts out. Tom looked up at his aunt, his throat drying up again, his words failing him. He absolutely wanted to feel them, he wanted to hold them, squeeze them, lick them, suck them, and taste them, and so much more. But those were his aunt’s breasts, it was one thing wanting to touch them, another thing to see them, and another thing altogether to actually touch them.
“I can?” he replied sheepishly, what could be described as his better judgement at odds with his sexual desire and lust for his aunt.
“Of course you can, Thomas…” his aunt encouraged him amorously, “I want you to.” Tom could feel his heart rate rising steadily and it was already higher than his resting heart rate should be and could also feel a certain place where his heart was pumping blood to in an ever-increasing manner. He used his hands and arms to awkwardly cover his lap despite his aunt having already astutely noticed this development. Upskirt Aunt took her hand to Tom’s, lifted it from his lap, then guided it toward her exposed breasts, and Tom, despite his slight embarrassment, offered no resistance whatsoever.
Upskirt Aunt brought it closer and closer toward her beautiful bosom and released her nephew’s hand just before she got there so he could take that step, that step that he himself needed to take. Tom took that step with some conviction, and his warm hand embraced one of his aunt’s breasts in both an affectionate and indulgent fashion. His trepidations and anxieties abandoned him as soon as he touched his aunt, as soon as he touched her sexually like he had wanted to for so long, and as soon as he saw her sensual reaction to being touched by him in that manner.
His hand moved upward toward her erect nipples, smothering one with his palm as he continued to explore that part of his stunning aunt’s stunning body, and he played with her nipple just like his aunt very, very much wanted him to. The number of breasts that Upskirt Aunt had matched the number of hands that Tom had, so he shrewdly used his spare hand to caress his aunt’s other breast, holding her pair in his pair of hands. Upskirt Aunt moaned subtly, her own heart rate increasing now, and her breathing becoming heavier. Her mouth both hung agape in awe and occasionally closed when he ran over and around her nipples and her teeth bit her lower lip.
She closed her eyes, her mind beginning to race at an ever-increasing speed, full of ever-increasingly debauched thoughts, thoughts of Tom touching her in all manner of different places and with different parts of his body. Her body was following in the mould of her mind, too. Her very own blood was flowing to her very own crotch, that all too familiar feeling of a certain part of her beginning to swell and beginning to get rather lubricated indeed. That place that was between her legs was yearning for more.
It took a considerable effort from her to speak up and stop Tom from what he was doing, to stop him from exploring and caressing her breasts, however, she wanted to move on to other things, onto other parts of her body. “Tom…” she moaned, “Sweetie…” She stopped herself from stopping him for just a few more seconds as her indulgent desires took over. Upskirt Aunt was finally engaging in physical, sexual contact with her darling nephew, and she didn’t want it to stop, though she did want more than just her breasts to be in receipt of his touch and his love, so needs must.
“Thomas,” she started again, “Are there any other parts of me that you’ve fantasised about seeing, and maybe fantasised about touching?” Tom’s hand froze where they were and he looked up at his aunt, wide-eyed. There were so many parts of her that he had fantasised about, so many. All of them and all of her, in fact, he wanted all of his aunt. Upskirt Aunt spread her legs just that bit wider and sensually ran her fingers back and forth up her thighs, edging her skirt higher and higher in the process and giving Tom a better view up her skirt and a clear view of the delectable inner workings of her legs. He gulped to clear his clammy throat, his thoughts racing and fantasies running wild in his head at the sight of his aunt’s tremendously succulent-looking thighs and the thought of what resided just a little farther up her legs and just out of sight.
He released her breasts of his grip at the sight, what resided between his own legs becoming increasingly more difficult to control, and looked longingly between his aunt’s. What he wouldn’t give to be between them. Upskirt Aunt sadly closed her long legs and stood up, bare-breasted, and walked past her nephew into a more spacious area of her bedroom. “Do you like my legs, Tom?” she asked him, subtly strutting and posing for him, “I’ve seen you looking at them before.” She wasn’t wrong, Tom very much liked his aunt’s legs, and he had understandably looked at them once or twice to put it modestly, especially as she often sported short skirts and proudly displayed them.
“What have you imagined me doing with them? Have you perhaps imagined me spreading them, perhaps imagined me wrapping them around you?” Tom’s aunt was many things, including a mind reader, apparently. Tom had often fantasised about his aunt’s long, bare and beautiful legs being wrapped around his waist and, shockingly, around his head. As well as her legs being in different positions, like being spread wide open. That he thought about perhaps more than anything. He had felt ashamed about it, until now, before he discovered that his aunt very likely wanted to do the same things with her legs as he did.
Better yet was what her glorious legs buttressed which, aptly, was her butt – her wondrous arse. Upskirt Aunt turned her back to her nephew but turned her shoulder to look back at him, again striking a pose like that of a model. “I wonder whether you like it when I do this…” she said with a most sultry tone in her voice, slowly bending forward and causing her skirt to ride up her hamstrings and give her nephew a view that he was most fond of. “I know you’ve looked up my skirt before, Tom, you’re not as subtle as you think you are…” she confessed, causing Tom to feel a tad ashamed. However, his shame was quickly allayed when she followed up with “I like it when you do that…”
She was right, Tom had looked up her skirt before, on more occasions than he could remember. The odd glimpses that he would get of his aunt’s arse and, gosh, her panties, excited him beyond, and this was something that Upskirt Aunt with her wealth of experience was aware of. She knew it excited him, and that fact excited her, and she wanted her nephew to want her, so she used her many lovely assets – both physical and mental – to lead him into temptation. It had worked splendidly, and by this point, Tom had long fallen for his aunt.
“You’ve had your eyes on my arse for a while, haven’t you, darling?” she asked rhetorically, standing back up, the question not needing to be answered. “I’m flattered.” Upskirt Aunt pinched the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it up and over her round and voluptuous cheeks, Tom’s eyes growing ever wider with each millimetre of skin that she exposed, his blood flowing ever faster to a certain phallic part of his anatomy. Tom couldn’t – and wouldn’t – deny that his eyes were often drawn toward his aunt’s backside, for it was a marvel.
Up her skirt went, farther and farther, and eventually it rested around her waist, and, with the exception of her panties, Upskirt Aunt’s arse was wholly exposed to her nephew. Her fitted underwear accentuated her arse though her arse did not require accentuating in the slightest for it was glorious, and the comfortable undergarment concealed the luxuries beneath it. If mankind was God’s creation, then Upskirt Aunt was his magnum opus, as was every part of her physique and her marvellous mind. She was sex on the sexiest legs and didn’t Tom know it.
Tom’s aunt glanced down at the ever-growing phallic contour in his trousers to establish exactly what her nephew thought of her arse and the sight of it, and Tom didn’t really need to say anything as his cock was doing the talking for him. “I can see that you’re quite happy to see my arse, Tom,” she jested with a great deal of delight. Forward she bent again, with balletic poise, this time pulling her skirt back down over her inviting cheeks and down her long legs, all the way down to the floor, and stepped out of it.
Upskirt Aunt was almost completely naked in front of her nephew with only her panties maintaining any modicum of modesty she had left, though she had no desire to maintain any modicum of modesty whatsoever. She strutted back over to the bed where her nephew was still sitting and climbed onto it, and Tom instinctively turned toward her and sat on the bed with her, and the pair being on the bed together and with Upskirt Aunt being all but naked, the feeling between the pair and the atmosphere felt all the more intimate.
Tom’s aunt sat up by her pillows with her legs together, knee to knee, with her nephew opposite her, though she didn’t intend on keeping her legs closed for much longer. The young and handsome man opposite her hoped for the same thing, though stopped short of saying as much. “Tom…” she began, saying his name in the sultriest of ways, “…please tell me. How much would you like me to open my legs?” Her nephew simply could not put into words just how much he wanted his aunt to open her legs. His aunt with her legs spread wide open was a fantasy and mental image that occupied his thoughts more often than not, and that was something that he was no longer ashamed to admit.
Upskirt Aunt listened with glee as her nephew told her exactly how much he would like to see her open her legs, and it made that special place between her legs throb in the same way that same special place of her nephews was. “Oh, really?” she replied, her ears now perked up like her nipples, her face giddy and somewhat bashful with excitement having heard her nephew confess to fantasising about her having her legs open. She didn’t need any encouragement, though having that of her nephew was most welcome because his approval and lust were what she wanted.
“Well, as long as you’re ok with it…” she coyly communicated, running her fingers up and down her bare legs, Tom being ‘ok’ with her spreading her legs being the understatement of the century. With her desire to open her legs coupled with Tom’s encouragement for her to do so, that’s precisely what Upskirt Aunt did, and she slowly parted her long limbs in front of her nephew for the very first time. Even though she was still wearing panties, this felt like the most sexual thing that they had done, even more so than Tom caressing her breasts.
For Tom, it felt like time had stopped, his aunt’s legs slowly opening like the gates of heaven that they were, and Tom hadn’t before realised how flexible his aunt was as her legs moved farther and farther apart. Time, in fact, had not stopped, though he kind of wished it would so he could remain here with his aunt and her legs asunder before him. His eyes surveyed her legs from top to bottom, from her tiptoes, up her toned calves, her thighs and the insides of them, all the way up to her now exposed crotch, his aunt’s crotch. Good heavens, good heaven’s gates.
There, sat across from him, was his stunning aunt sat with her legs spread wide open and nothing but a layer of fabric maintaining her modesty. Despite the fact that she was still wearing panties, it was a most absurdly sexual sight to see her there almost wholly exposed and with her legs spread wide open, especially as Tom could see the outline of her most private parts through them, not least as a wet patch which was gradually growing on them revealed just how she was feeling. It was, fittingly, heavenly. Not only for Tom but for Upskirt Aunt herself. It was an image and fantasy that populated his mind often, as well as his aunt’s, and not one that a nephew should see their aunt in either in his fantasies or especially in reality. Nonetheless, that was what he was seeing and, as some people might suggest, seeing is believing, yet Tom couldn’t quite believe his eyes. He had half a mind to give them a rub and slap himself in the face to see if he’d wake up from this dream, however, everything that was happening was well and truly rooted in an exciting new reality.
Upskirt Aunt looked at her nephew, his wide-eyed gaze now focused on the fabric that sat right between her legs, and she bit her lip longingly and with a desire that she had not felt for a long, long time. To be lusted for like her nephew lusted for her, and for her lust for him to be matched, turned her on more than she could quantify. With her legs now spread wide open and her nephew sat opposite the most inviting entryway, Upskirt Aunt rubbed her hands suggestively over her inner thighs and gently caressed and squeezed them but did so without touching that very special place between them.
Tom’s aunt moaned gently because whilst doing this always felt nice, it felt so much better, so much more sexual and sensual now that she was doing it in front of her nephew and that he could see her. It felt infinitely more intimate. Her fingers inevitably found their way to her crotch itself, and Upskirt Aunt ran them back and forth over the fabric that was maintaining the last of her modesty. She could sense and feel her arousal through the material, feel just what her most private area was doing and how it was reacting to the situation the pair found themselves in. It was reacting most agreeably indeed.
Upskirt Aunt looked down the exquisite topography of her body and to the area where her hand and fingers were exploring, her nephew momentarily falling into the periphery of her vision as it became populated with a vision that it was so often populated by when she indulged in her ‘me time’. It was a perspective to be envious of, though Tom’s perspective of this was equally so. Tom’s aunt moved her gaze away from her crotch and back toward her nephew, stopping to glance at his crotch as she then looked back up into his alluring eyes.
It was clear to her what Tom was thinking about, though that was by her intricate design. Tom clearly wanted to uncover the treasure that resided beneath her panties, and Upskirt Aunt herself very much wanted that treasure to be uncovered and, hopefully, plundered. With that at the forefront of her mind, Upskirt Aunt’s hand travelled a short distance up her panties and to the waistline of said garment, and she slipped her fingertip beneath it. Tom’s eyes hyperfocused on that finger, on the contour it was making under her panties, and all manner of things raced through his devious mind.
“Say, Tom…” his aunt conversed seductively, something that thrilled her as much as it roused her nephew, “As comfortable as these panties are, I think that they’re getting in the way. Don’t you agree? What if…” she continued, her thumb now replacing the finger that resided beneath the waistline of her panties, “…what if I were to take them off?” Before her nephew had an opportunity to respond to that most tantalising of propositions, Upskirt Aunt gently pulled her panties ever so slightly down with her thumb and exposed just a bit of pubic hair.
She gave Tom a peek at her bush, just a hint, but enough of a hint to demonstrate that her earlier quip about her well-kept bush was not a false double entendre. Upskirt Aunt looked away from her bush and toward her nephew and saw his bulging eyes locked onto what was exposed of her bush. She never took her nephew for much of a gardening enthusiast, however, it seemed as though he was extraordinarily enthusiastic about her garden, and that excited and aroused her extensively.
“Do you like that?” she teased, taking great pleasure in how she made her nephew feel and how that made her feel, “Do you like my bush?” Something was moving around Tom’s own bush which aptly confirmed his thoughts on the matter, something that had not escaped his aunt’s very keen eye. She ran her thumb along the waistline of her panties, from left to right and then from right to left, slowly back and forth, her pubic hair just peeking out as she teased Tom with parts of her that he had yet to see.
With her nephew clearly enjoying what he was seeing and Upskirt Aunt herself very much enjoying how much her nephew lusted for her, she teased her panties down a bit farther, exposing more of her tremendously well-kept lady garden. Tom wanted to get lost in there, in that most erotic of estates, that estate that grew ever larger the more his aunt pulled her panties down. Farther down it went still, Upskirt Aunt very slowly exposing more and more of that part of her anatomy but stopping just before she got too far.
Her entire pubic mound was exposed, and her nephew could almost – but not quite – see everything, her most intimate and private of parts lying beneath the precipice of her panties. It was and his aunt was such a tantalising tease, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Upskirt Aunt couldn’t help but bite her lip shyly, being almost completely exposed to her nephew and seeing how he reacted to it and to her. It filled her with lust, it filled her with anticipation and, most of all, it filled her with happiness.
Her thumb travelled back up through her bush, traversing the neat foliage that flourished upon her mound, and it brought her panties with her and concealed her garden once more. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as his aunt’s bush sadly disappeared from sight, however, what his aunt was about to say next would more than make up for it. Upskirt Aunt’s hand ran down between her legs, right into the centre and over a particular part of her anatomy, then back up again, teasing that part of herself through the noticeably damp fabric. She knew that this would make her even happier still.
“What if I showed you my…” she paused, then looked around the room sheepishly to make sure that nobody else was around, even though that had been established long ago. Upskirt Aunt leant forward toward her nephew and then coyly uttered, “…Pussy”
Tom’s face flushed red simply hearing his aunt say that word. It would’ve incited a reaction from Tom to simply hear her say that word in any context, but to say it when referring to her very own of that word? It was beyond arousing. Of course, Tom loved pussy – a heterosexual man he was after all – but to see his aunt’s pussy? He couldn’t possibly, he shouldn’t. Was that too far? Yet he wanted to, Tom wanted to see his aunt’s pussy more than he could say and his aunt wanted to show him her pussy more than she could say.
“Well, sweetie?” she probed, sitting back against her pillows and resuming her previous position, her hands also reassuming their place upon what they were talking about, eager to hear her nephew confess out loud that he indeed wanted to see that part of her anatomy. “Would you like to see my pussy?” Her hand found its way beneath the waistline of her panties once more, though this time it travelled all the way through her bush and to the oasis on the other side, finally making skin-to-skin contact with that which they were conversing about.
Upskirt Aunt sighed and her eyes closed reactively to her touch, that of her fingers upon her pussy. “I’m very wet…” she teased and goaded her nephew further, wanting to entice an answer out of him, Tom gulping with shock at what his aunt had just said. Moments later, Upskirt Aunt retracted her hand and fingers back through her bush, out of her panties and demonstrated to Tom that she wasn’t lying about how wet she was. She held her hand up at head height and her fingers glistened in the artificial light, evidence of her arousal adorning her fingers and clear for her nephew to see.
In reality, Tom didn’t need any convincing whatsoever to have his aunt show her pussy to him, he had just been left speechless by what she was proposing, what she was doing, and what she was saying. Upskirt Aunt was even naughtier than he could have ever imagined, and it was causing all manner of devious thoughts to run amok in his mind. After a few more moments, Tom’s brain successfully managed to get some signals sent to his tongue and his vocal cord, and Upskirt Aunt heard her nephew avow his desire to see her pussy, which in turn enhanced her desire to show him. “You would?” she questioned cheekily and rhetorically, “That is very naughty of you, young man…”
“Well, seeing as you asked so politely and said such kind things, I suppose I could show you…” As slowly as was possible – almost in slow motion – Tom’s aunt manoeuvred a couple of fingers beneath the side of her panties, grasped them in her fingers and, shockingly, pulled them to one side, and this nephew saw something that no nephew should ever see: his aunt’s pussy. Farther she pulled the fabric, all the way to one side, ensuring that nothing was left to her nephew’s imagination. Silence fell between the two would-be lovers, Tom sat at the edge of his aunt’s bed, and his aunt sat opposite him with her legs spread wide open and panties pulled to the side, wholly exposing herself to her nephew.
His aunt’s pussy had been completely revealed and exposed to him, in all its swollen and wet beauty, for the very first time. Tom would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamt and fantasised about his aunt and her pussy countless times before and fantasised about what it looked like, but her pussy was infinitely more beautiful than he could have ever possibly imagined or dreamt about. Tom was like a deer in headlights for a few moments, staring at his aunt’s exposed pussy without uttering a word, his jaw practically dropping so low as to be at the same level as what he was gawking at because his vivid imagination hadn’t done it justice. Tom thought that his aunt’s pussy was beyond beautiful, partly, of course, because of whose pussy it was, but also because it was just so beautiful.
This nephew had now seen and was seeing something that no nephew should ever see. He felt shame wash over him briefly, not because he had seen it, but because he had gotten considerably more aware of the area between his own legs as he reacted to the sight, and the fact that he loved what he was seeing and had long fantasised about. Perhaps a natural reaction for a young man, for what young, heterosexual man doesn’t lust for pussy? But his aunt’s pussy? Of all people? She was stunning after all and he had long had a crush on her, that he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny, but that had now only been amplified by her feelings for him, what they had done, and what they were doing. Tom didn’t want to see just anyone’s pussy, he specifically wanted to see his aunt’s pussy, because that was who he lusted and had feelings for.
Upskirt Aunt suddenly felt more conscious of both her pussy and her heartbeat, the pair throbbing in unison, just like Tom had become more aware of his own throbbing appendage. She smiled, and her smile was one of lust, though with her legs spread open and her pussy exposed to her nephew for the first time, it was also a somewhat shy smile, a bashful smile, and one of timidity and submission. She was a little bit embarrassed being as evidently aroused as she was and as exposed as she was having Tom see her like this, and she hoped that Tom liked what he saw and wasn’t appalled by her arousal, by the sight of her with her legs wide open, or by the sight of her pussy.
It had taken a great deal of confidence to expose herself mentally, emotionally, and physically like this, and Upskirt Aunt hoped that all those things made her nephew want to dive right in and ravish her there and then. And she’d be right. Tom’s aunt had nothing to be shy or embarrassed about as those things had left her nephew speechless, which was a most positive indicator indeed. It was a good job that he was speechless because there was nothing that he could say that would do the sight before him justice – the sight of his beautiful aunt with her beautiful legs spread wide open and her beautiful, wet pussy completely and utterly exposed. Tom himself felt like the shy one, not knowing what to say, not wanting to be overt in his lust for his aunt, how beautiful she was, or how beautiful her pussy was.
Tom indeed wanted to dive right in, ravish his aunt and never leave the confines of this bed again and, as Upskirt Aunt couldn’t help but notice, the swelling bulge in his trousers was again doing his talking for him. This gave her even more confidence and thrust aside any fleeting feelings of timidity, if spreading one’s legs and exposing your pussy to your nephew could even be described as ‘timid’. With that in mind, these panties that she was holding to one side were simply getting in her way, and she decided they needed to join the growing pile of clothes that were on her bedroom floor.
“Tom, darling, would you be terribly offended if I took my panties off?” she asked most considerately, and Tom considerately replied in kind with his approval because the only way that he would’ve been terribly offended was if she didn’t take her panties off. The last thing that Upskirt Aunt wanted to do was offend her dear nephew, so she very wisely reasoned that she had no choice but to take them off. Good heavens, the debauched things that aunts do for their nephews…
With her desire to not offend her nephew in mind and it totally nothing to do with her wanting to take her panties off and completely and utterly expose herself to him like the slut she was, Upskirt Aunt begrudgingly closed her legs, brought her knees together, lifted them up along with her hips, put her thumbs beneath the waistline of her panties, and slowly tugged them down. Tom looked on with considerable anticipation, sat upon his aunt’s bed with his aunt all but completely bare before him and, whilst he himself wasn’t bare, his clothes did little to mask how this was making him feel.
Tom’s trousers already felt very snug, but they were rapidly getting tighter and tighter by virtue of an increase in occupancy at the front, his trousers and his underwear already over capacity and visibly so. Upskirt Aunt’s panties eventually reached the end of their enviable journey down her long and ravishing legs, and she slid them over her feet and took them off completely. With precision and delicacy, she tossed them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes that previously and fortunately adorned her stunning figure, finally leaving her completely nude before her on-looking nephew.
Now, completely nude and with no panties to maintain any of the little modesty she had remaining, Upskirt Aunt reopened the gates that fully revealed the heaven that resided between them. Those gates had always been the stairway to heaven, and Tom had never wanted to climb a stairway more than he did right now. They say “Don’t go into the light” when faced with the prospect of heaven, or whatever one might believe in, however, how was Tom meant to not want to go into the radiance that he beheld?
Upskirt Aunt looked at her nephew, looked at the look on his face, looked at how he was reacting to her and what he was seeing. Again, it filled her with joy, to clearly see that he lusted for her like she had long hoped he had, and just how much he lusted for her. She could see it in his eyes, and she could see it in his trousers. This had all gotten her rather aroused, something that Tom had already quite astutely deduced – however, it was also demonstrated by certain physical evidence.
Upskirt Aunt’s hands made their way back to that place where they spent an awful lot of time, that place which was now totally bare save for her neat and immaculately maintained bush. Her hips stirred gently, and she moaned with equal softness, her current situation mirroring that of an oft-recurring fantasy. Tom was unable to get a word in edgeways before his aunt did something that, whilst he hoped for, he did not expect, and it left him wonderstruck.
As she had done with her legs, Upskirt Aunt used her fingers to spread something else open entirely – the gates of divinity itself. As if his beautiful aunt being naked opposite him wasn’t enough, and as if his beautiful aunt sitting with her beautiful legs spread wide open wasn’t enough, she was now spreading her beautiful pussy wide open too. Upskirt Aunt looked down at herself, inspecting the condition that her pussy was in, and was absolutely delighted by what she saw, almost as delighted as Tom was by what he saw.
“Can you see how wet you make me, Thomas?” she asked, coaxing her nephew to look at her crown jewels even more intently than he already was. Tom sat on his aunt’s bed with his naughty, naked aunt in front of him, his naughty, naked aunt who had her evidently wet pussy out, and she was both naked and wet both for him and because of him, and his trousers now felt so tight that they were painful. Her fingers held her lips apart, Tom staring into the pink abyss between them imagining all manner of downright lascivious things, and her digits soaked up much of her liquid profusion.
The young Thomas could very well see just how wet he made his mature aunt, and he felt as embarrassed as he did delighted, as delighted as he did flattered, and as flattered as he did aroused. He made his beautiful, mature, sophisticated aunt that wet? He turned her on? He couldn’t quite believe it, though he had already established that he wasn’t dreaming. He had done that to her? And his aunt was doing these things both for and because of him? Tom had not experienced anything quite like this during his relatively short time on this Earth, and whilst he wasn’t between his aunt’s legs, he did feel like he was in heaven.
Upskirt Aunt could feel how wet she was and could feel her arousal upon her fingers, so brought those fingers up to her face and looked at them with only one thing in mind. Into her mouth they slowly went, imagining that it was something else entirely, and she ardently sucked them clean of the carnal fluid that embellished them. Tom looked on, growing green with envy, envious of his aunt’s tongue being blessed by that salacious substance this very second. Tom’s aunt saw her nephew looking at her and could recognise the look of envy on his face.
Out her fingers came, now cleaner than they were when they went in, and she wasted no time in sharing some of the most lubricious information. “I taste fucking delicious,” Upskirt Aunt confessed to her nephew, something that he didn’t doubt whatsoever. However, Tom’s aunt had the most sophisticated and refined palate, and Tom didn’t know the delectable half of it. Many of his dreams were populated by the taste of his aunt, and he had quite vivid dreams too – she tasted wondrous in his dreams, but his imagination paled in comparison to the real thing, and the very naughty woman’s nephew salivated at the thought of blessing his taste buds with the flavours of his mouth-watering aunt.
“I’ve been fantasising about you plunging your cock deep inside it…” she gleefully and intimately admitted, spreading her pussy lips wide open as she intimated toward it. Quite the thing to say to and thing to do in front of one’s nephew. “Oh dear,” she blushed, “I hope that’s not too debauched of me” Between these two, there was no such thing as ‘too debauched’. “Speaking of your cock…” Whilst Upskirt Aunt would agree that her flavours were indeed mouth-watering, there was something of Tom’s that she had her eye on which was making her mouth water considerably, something that she had had her eye on for some time in addition to Tom himself.
“Say, sweetie…” she started her sentence sensually as ever, her fingers crawling and tiptoeing down her abdomen back to where they were before. Bringing the attention back to what resided between her legs, she continued, “… I’ve shown you mine, so it’s only fair that you show me yours, don’t you think?” Tom’s aunt gawked at the contour in his trousers which clearly wasn’t a feature of said trousers and was keen to inspect the cause. She bit her lip subconsciously and sadly closed her legs, though what she had in mind next would swiftly replace any sorrow. Upskirt Aunt sat up and left the warm confines of her pillowcases, then crawled her way down her bed to her hotter nephew and his contour. Upskirt Aunt twisted her body in a casual yet captivating way, turning it to sit at the edge of her bed beside her nephew, their feet resting on the snug carpet below.
It was quite the contrast – Tom sat at the end of the bed aroused and fully clothed, beside his aunt who was sat at the end of the bed next to him, aroused and fully naked. Upskirt Aunt felt most comfortable in her own skin, the bare skin that was all on show and in very, very close proximity to Tom, and she wanted her nephew’s bare skin to be in very close proximity to her. Tom himself would be lying if he said he didn’t want the same thing, though his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of things going further, of his aunt seeing what it was he knew she wanted to see.
Upskirt Aunt again placed her hand upon her nephew’s leg, rather high on his thigh, close to but not quite in contact with that contour that she had her eyes on. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down his leg, edging closer and closer to the contour each time, wanting to take hold of it and never let go again. Tom couldn’t disagree with his aunt – she had very kindly shown him hers, so it would only be right and only be fair if he showed her his, though he didn’t want to just whip it out or anything as ungracious as that.
His aunt, being mature and experienced as she was, generously offered to give him a hand. “I could do it for you if you would like, darling?” she suggested, “I wouldn’t mind”
By ‘I wouldn’t mind’, what Upskirt Aunt actually meant was ‘I really fucking want to’. Tom, not nearly as naïve as he was young, realised this and gave his aunt the approval that she was hoping for. Upskirt Aunt made a gentle sound of giddy happiness and smiled shyly at getting the go-ahead, then slid herself down the edge of the bed and to the floor, then got on her hands and knees below her nephew, just as she had so often fantasised about doing.
Tom sat with his legs ajar and his aunt positioned herself on her knees between them, naked, and it all suddenly felt more real to both, the whatever-this-was between them felt more tangible, and that it was about to get a lot more physical. Upskirt Aunt simultaneously ran both her hands up both of her nephew’s legs, up his thighs, around the mountainous contour, and to the button and zipper of his constricting and tourniquet-like trousers. “These trousers look uncomfortable,” she observed, attentive and considerate of her nephew’s comfort, “I think that you’d be much more comfortable without them.”
Her nephew agreed that he would be much more comfortable without his trousers on, so he made a start with taking them off. He couldn’t do that without first unbuckling his belt, however, so that’s exactly what he did, and Upskirt Aunt looked on with a particular fascination as her nephew took off his belt in front of her and she bit her lips with sexual excitement. The belt slowly made its way around Tom’s waist and slid through every loop on his trousers and Upskirt Aunt’s body responded frightfully well to the relatively simple activity her nephew was performing, and she could feel her pussy swell with extra arousal.
Tom took his belt off completely and placed it to one side, but his aunt wanted to take over from here and attend to the matter that was taking off his trousers. “May I?” she asked politely and seductively, and Tom could never refuse his aunt and her sensual ways. Her hand began to investigate the fastenings on his trousers, and he could feel her hands and fingers probing around just north of his crotch. Tom looked down at her and at her eyes which were fixated upon the button of his trousers, Upskirt Aunt focused on getting it undone.
With a bit of manoeuvring and manipulation with her dexterous fingers, Upskirt Aunt popped the button through the appropriately named buttonhole, and with that, she took a step closer to easing Tom’s discomfort which she was most concerned about. Her heart skipped a beat when it popped through the hole as it caused the contour in Tom’s trousers to move, Upskirt Aunt experiencing considerable anticipation at the thought of what was to come. With the button undone, the only fastening that remained was a much simpler mechanism: the zipper. Upskirt Aunt daintily pinched it between her fingers and looked up into her nephew’s eyes, wanting to see his reaction as his aunt considerately continued to elevate his ‘comfort’.
His zipper proved a much simpler fastening to open, much to her delight, so she pulled it all the way down to the bottom, slowly, and Tom’s aunt could hear the zipper traverse down every tooth, each one signifying her taking a small step closer to what she wanted. Eventually, she reached the bottom, and the zipper would go no farther, and she then helped open his trousers and ease the strain they were having on him. Sophisticated, mature, worldly, caring, considerate – were there any qualities that Upskirt Aunt didn’t possess? In short, no.
Tom’s heart rate had picked up significantly during his in-progress disrobing, something that his astute aunt had picked up on. She could tell that he was a little bit anxious, but that was to be expected because even she had felt a little bit anxious too, but she could also sense in her nephew a feeling of embarrassment, something that she felt he shouldn’t feel at all. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling, I don’t think that you’ve got anything to be embarrassed about,” she reassured him, her fingers climbing back up to where the closed zipper had formerly been, and they made their way to the waistline of his trousers.
Tom elevated himself slightly from the bed as his aunt gently pulled his trousers down, the young man who fantasised about undressing his aunt being the one getting undressed instead. In his defence, his aunt was already undressed, she’d just done that herself. Like Upskirt Aunt’s clothes, Tom’s trousers found themselves on her bedroom floor like they so often did in her fantasies, and Upskirt Aunt would do well to not leave a sticky mess on the carpet beneath her by the time she’d finished undressing her nephew. Oops…
It turned out that she had already made a mess, though there was no shame in that, and it was only getting messier given what Upskirt Aunt was now looking at. Tom’s protrusion was even more pronounced now that the constricting fabric of his trousers was no longer there, and the elastic material of his underwear was much more forgiving. In fact, it didn’t do a very good job of restraining his protrusion at all, and all that now stood between Upskirt Aunt and her nephew’s skin was a solitary layer of stretchy fabric.
Her hands made the same climb that they had before, back up her nephew’s equally long legs, up his strong thighs, and to the restraints of her nephew’s underwear. Her fingers pinched the waistline of his underwear and, as she had dreamt of doing more times than she could remember, Upskirt Aunt began to pull them down. More and more of his skin was being revealed to her, his own well-kept garden coming into sight and basking in the warmth of the artificial light above, and more skin still. She was so, so close…
Upskirt Aunt hadn’t actually seen it before. She had long fantasised about it and occasionally caught glimpses of the outline and contours of it through his trousers, as she had today in its clearly aroused state, but she had yet to feast her eyes upon that which she craved most. She was mere inches and seconds away from finally seeing it for the first time, from seeing his inches which were most certainly not mere and whose glory would hopefully bless her sight and her person for more than just mere seconds.
She pulled it down farther, and farther, and farther, and his underwear got caught on what Upskirt Aunt was trying to liberate. It was like a winch, and every millimetre Upskirt Aunt pulled Tom’s underwear down it increased the tension between his phallic prisoner and the textile prison, the velocity of its release increasing exponentially. If it suddenly sprang out then it could possibly hit her in the face, something that wouldn’t have been unwelcome to her whatsoever. And, moments later, that’s almost what happened.
Tom’s underwear could no longer withstand the strain that it was being put under and it launched what it was imprisoning past the fabric frontier and out into the emancipating air of his aunt’s sleeping quarters. It flung out with force, coming out swinging like a heavyweight boxer, and swayed from side to side like a flagpole in the wind. In time it decelerated, losing the momentum with which it was released, and came to a perfect stop right in front of Tom’s aunt’s beaming face and pointed right at her.
Upskirt Aunt was, much to her lascivious delight, right – her nephew didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about whatsoever, and her eyes were aglow with wonderment as they were filled by a vision of virility. With her brain seemingly unable to get a signal to her voice box that second, those signals rushed to her eyes which studied it from top to bottom and analysed every intricate detail like it was both the first and last time that she’d ever lay her eyes upon it. And she could be right, perhaps it would be the last time she’d ever see it, so she was taking the opportunity to paint as vivid a mental image as she could.
With her mental masterpiece painted, the route her signals took to her voice box were unblocked and she vocalised her response to what she was seeing. “Tom!” she gasped, her jaw agape, “I always knew that you were happy to see me…” Upskirt Aunt jested, but her admiration for her nephew’s cock came to the fore, “…Is this all for me?” She was right about the former too, Tom was always happy to see his aunt, just at this moment in time he was very happy to see her without any clothes on. “Oh, my…” Upskirt Aunt said in awe, her eyes fluttering while her lungs filled with air through her jaw-dropped mouth, “Tom, what a big cock you have…”
“All the better to fuck you with,” he naughtily thought to himself. Little Red Riding Hood this was most certainly not, and this story was going to go in a vastly different direction to that tale and be one that had a happy ending. Not only that, but it also had a happy beginning, and a happy journey from one to the other. At this point in this story Upskirt Aunt’s eyes were big just like the werewolf’s were in that fairy tale when it was eyeing up Little Red Riding Hood for dinner, and like that werewolf wanted to gobble up that poor girl, Upskirt Aunt wanted to gobble up her not-so-poor nephew’s cock.
But, not only with regards to her nephew’s, Upskirt Aunt hadn’t seen cock, hadn’t touched cock, and she hadn’t sucked cock in a painfully long time, and she wanted that to change tonight. So, she’d seen it and was currently seeing it which delighted her, that was one out of three, but how about touching it? It was one thing to see her nephew’s hard cock, but it would be another thing altogether to actually touch it. “Oh, darling,” she started, intimating at his cock, “It’s all I’m going to be able to think about now…” Though, truly, that and her nephew were already all she had been thinking about, practically at every time of day on every day of the week.
One of her hands vacantly and nonchalantly played around between her legs like it was a subconscious idle action that she did all the time, which it was, and her eyes momentarily closed under the pleasure. They opened back up and Upskirt Aunt looked up at Tom, her nephew and his cock towering over her whilst she nonchalantly played with her decidedly wet pussy, and the beautiful hardness of his cock almost obscured her view of his face. This scenario was a first for her in real life, but most certainly not a first in her great many sexual fantasies.
Another one of those sexual fantasies involved step two of the aforementioned three-step process – touching it. Her busy hand moved away from her own crotch and made its way toward her nephew’s, stopping to gently and suggestively rub his inner thighs, her wet fingers depositing a certain lubricant on one of them all the while. “Tom, sweetie…” his aunt teased, looking at his erect cock and biting her lip, “…I’d love to touch your cock… please, may I?”
She looked up at him with a submissive yet persuasive look in her eye as she said that, one that any man would struggle to resist, though Tom had no intention of resisting her advances, so wise ahead of his years as he was.
Judging by the wet substance that his aunt had left upon his thigh, Tom could tell just how much she would love to touch his cock, and he gave Upskirt Aunt the approval that she craved. All of a sudden, her nephew’s cock looked even more gorgeous than it did before. It felt like a privilege, like it was a priceless art piece at a gallery that nobody was allowed to touch, protected by shatter-proof glass, sturdy barriers, and 24/7 security, but she was being allowed to touch it all the while. She treated it just as though it was fine art, delicately bringing her hand into the airspace that surrounded the marvellous sculpture, though Tom’s manhood was nothing like those upon the marble sculptures you’d find in art galleries.
Even just the aura of her nephew’s cock warmed Upskirt Aunt’s hand, though her hand still wasn’t warm enough for her liking. In fact, her hand was plenty warm as her own private area between her legs gave off plenty of heat when she was playing with it, she just wanted to touch her nephew’s cock. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Nothing whatsoever, she reasoned. Perfectly reasonable, Tom would surely concur. And, in fact, he did. Upskirt Aunt’s nephew gulped with nerves and expectation as his aunt’s palm was mere centimetres away from his erect and exposed cock, both its erect and exposed nature his aunts doing.
This exact situation had occurred so many times in his dreams that he couldn’t count if he tried, and the fact that it was playing out in front of his very eyes had his body tingling with excitement. Likewise, this exact situation had occurred many times in Upskirt Aunt’s dreams and fantasies, that of being on her hands and knees beneath her nephew with him and his gorgeous cock towering over her, though she remembered each fantasy, each time, and each orgasm she had over them with fondness. Though, in those fantasies, she actually touched his cock, something that she needed to set right in this reality.
Upskirt Aunt’s fingers slowly closed into her palm knowing that they’d never reach it, and instead, they closed around the one thing that they had been wanting to close around for the longest time. All of the most realistic dildos in the world couldn’t replicate or replace the feeling of a real cock, and from the moment she touched it, she felt in her element, like everything in the world was right as rain. Upskirt Aunt’s hand replaced Tom’s trousers as the tourniquet around his cock, though she had no intention of stopping its flow of blood despite her tight but careful grip.
Tom’s aunt felt her nephew’s pulse through that which she was holding, the pairs hearts in tune with each other and beating in rhythm as the percussion of what was to be their song. She sighed heartily as she moved her grip up from the bottom of it and along her nephew’s healthy highway, her fingers discerning every detail of his shaft as it moved skyward, up toward the soaring heights of the head. Up her hand and fingers went, scaling the exposed and bulbous tip of Tom’s cock which had swelled to multiple times its normal size, then they made their way back over what she hoped would become familiar ground as she controlled Tom’s cock like a conductor does their baton, the sophisticated slut conducting the orchestra of their sexual gratification.
Tom himself tried his utmost not to stir, the feeling of his aunt’s hand finally being wrapped around and stroking his cock almost too much to bear, her touch masterful as it was. He hadn’t experienced his aunt’s sexual touch or prowess before, however, he had heard all about them during the most open and candid of conversations they often had. Hearing about it was one thing, but experiencing it first-hand was another thing altogether. Upskirt Aunt lovingly squeezed and massaged her nephew’s cock in her hand, getting properly acquainted with it and used to how it felt, though to get properly acquainted with it and with her nephew there were a couple of very important spheres that she needed to introduce herself to.
Her fingers and hand travelled back down what was becoming an increasingly well-trodden road and, when they got to the bottom, they reached a couple of marvels to match the couple of glories upon Upskirt Aunt’s chest, and Tom’s aunt looked at his balls like they were there to be emptied. Though she didn’t just look at them, she cradled and fondled them admiringly, and with the weight and size of them in her palm she now knew for certain that they needed emptying, something that she was very, very keen on doing regardless.
Her hand moved back up to the Goliath in front of her, Upskirt Aunt wanting to play the part of David and conquer it and, as this had all been happening, she had subtly shuffled closer to her nephew and his cock and her face wasn’t all that far away from it. Her nose twitched as she picked up a hint of her nephew’s fragrance which wasn’t simply the cologne he’d applied earlier, and it almost made the signals in her mind spiral out of control. She shimmied closer, bringing her bare body closer to his, unable to help herself from getting closer to her nephew, and she practically couldn’t get any closer as her knees pushed up against the bedframe, only her tremendous posture stopping her face from falling into her nephew’s exposed lap. They wouldn’t want that to happen, would they?
Tom could now feel his aunt’s warm breath upon his cock, and she looked at it ardently, her eyes full of lust. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks…” she uttered, Upskirt Aunt eager for a three-course meal where her nephew’s cock was the starter, the main, and her favourite: the dessert. Tom very much wanted his aunt to find out whether it indeed tasted as good as it looked, her refined palate having never let her down in the past. The proof is in the pudding, so they say, and Upskirt Aunt very much needed proof before she came to a verdict.
She looked up at her nephew with her mouth dangerously close to his cock, waiting for his blessing, and, after a few breathless moments, it came. Holding his shaft at the base in her hand, Upskirt Aunt directed her nephew’s cock toward her empty mouth, intent on leaving her mouth empty no longer, and she salivated thinking of what she was about to do. Her lips parted, her mouth opened, and she leant her head toward her nephew’s lap, or, more precisely, what was proudly sticking out from it.
Her eyes closed and her sense of touch, smell, and taste amplified, then the head of Tom’s cock breached the threshold between his aunt’s lips. Her nostrils flared as her sense of smell got to work first inhaling his aroma before her sense of taste would be put to work imminently, the scent of her nephew travelling through her nostrils, and not just the pleasant odour of his cologne like she had smelt when they embraced earlier. This odour was altogether more pleasant, it was even more alluring, and it was even more endearing than his cologne because it was what her nephew truly smelt like, and she wanted her nephew and everything that came with him more than she could put into words.
But rather than use her mouth to try and form words, Upskirt Aunt wanted to use it on a certain something that came with her nephew and something she wanted a lot more than just his natural odour, and that was exactly what she was about to do. Like her sense of smell had just been utilised and was still being utilised, her sense of taste was about to follow suit. Her arresting lips gratefully closed around her nephew’s thick shaft and created a seal around it that only Upskirt Aunt could break, and her mouth came into contact with Tom’s cock, at long, long last, for the very first time.
With her lips sealed around it like she had a secret that she couldn’t tell anyone, Upskirt Aunt’s tongue followed in the path of her lips and came into contact with the bulbous head of her nephew’s turgid cock. It was warm, it was hard, yet it was velvety smooth, and it tasted absolutely fucking divine. Tom couldn’t help but moan with anything but sheer and overwhelming pleasure having his cock sucked by his gorgeous and demonstrably debauched aunt, and his aunt likewise couldn’t help but moan with the most appeasing gratification.
Her mind flooded with serotonin, and it rushed with happiness and sexual desire, Upskirt Aunt experiencing and indulging in one of her favourite activities again, and with whom she was doing it and to only made it greater. She moaned with the utmost gratification as Tom himself could not stifle his own moans as having his cock sucked was always a delight, however, the fact that it wasn’t just any random and unrefined university floozy, but his mature and sophisticated aunt that was sucking his cock made it feel better than he could put into words. What he was feeling physically, sexually and mentally was almost overwhelming.
This was the first time that Upskirt Aunt had taken her nephew’s cock into her mouth, the first time that it had blessed her lips and her tongue, the first time that it had been inside her body, and she was savouring every flavour, every scent, every inch, every second, and even the simple fact that it was inside of her. In fact, this was the first time in a long time that she had sucked cock, something that she loved doing and wanted to do almost above all else, and Roger was now just a distant and forgettable memory. She had been fantasising about doing this, about this very moment, for quite some time, and finally realising it filled her with a profound happiness that she had dearly missed.
Despite her savouring everything there was to savour, she very much hoped that this first time wouldn’t also be the last, and that, should there be a next time, she wouldn’t have to wait long for it. With her nephew’s blessing, Upskirt Aunt had finally been blessed by the taste of divinity, though she suspected that this wasn’t what those bible-bashers meant when they said that. That was their loss. If that was indeed what they meant, then she might have spent her Sunday mornings quite differently. It was like dining at a three Michelin star restaurant, like those the sophisticated sybarite frequented, only a thousand times better.
Tom’s aunt slowly moved her head back and forth, her eyes closed, her lips locked tightly around it, and she moaned deeply. Back and forth, again and again, each movement and the tempo with careful and considerate control, Tom’s cock burrowed deeper into her mouth and down her throat with each incursion as Upskirt Aunt’s throat warmed up to its girthy guest. The pair hadn’t said a word to each other since Upskirt Aunt enveloped Tom’s cock with her mouth, instead opting to embrace and enjoy the situation they were sharing, the same situation for which they had shared a desire for so long.
Upskirt Aunt’s nostrils flared as she inhaled air into her lungs, unable to inhale through her mouth for obvious reasons, and she simultaneously smelt and tasted her nephew which made her lust go haywire. She sped up slightly, her arousal and sexual desire growing by the second. Oh God, how much she’d missed doing this and had desperately wanted to do this. She couldn’t quantify it and her eyes felt heavy as a deep happiness filled her heart, and she inhaled and exhaled slowly and heavily through her nose as a lovely cock filled her throat. Finally…
Upskirt Aunt relieved her mouth from the welcome invasion, took in air and looked upon the wonder in front of her. Her works thus far had been but a taster, a sample of what was perhaps to come, and then she ardently and steadily kissed Tom’s cock from top to bottom, placing pecks down every inch of his shaft, and, when she came back up to the top, she placed a final kiss on the head. It was becoming more and more apparent that what this was between the two was not simply a matter of lust but also a matter of love, though there was no doubt whatsoever that Upskirt Aunt already loved her lover-elect’s cock.
As her lips had done before, Upskirt Aunt’s tongue followed suit as she licked Tom’s cock from top to bottom, gave some love to both of his full balls with her tongue and mouth, then licked from bottom to top, on both sides and all around his shaft and his head like she was worshipping it, which she was. When she reached his peak, she took it back into her mouth again, even deeper this time, and demonstrated the remarkable control she had over her gag reflex. It was a refined gag reflex borne out of her love for cock, the sucking of it, and her desire to take every inch of cock into her mouth and down her throat. If she was going to give a lucky gentleman a blowjob then she might as well be a good girl and be good at it, she wisely reasoned, not at all swayed by her wanton love for cock, of course, and on this day the lucky gentleman was no other than her very own nephew.
Her very own lucky and gentlemanly nephew also happened to have the most gorgeous and appropriately Upskirt Aunt-sized cocks. That is to say, it was everything she ever wanted a cock to be, and, as it transpired, who she wanted that cock to belong to. Time seemed to stop whilst Upskirt Aunt pleasured her nephew and, by extension, herself, and who knew how many minutes had passed by. It was the most loving and passionate blowjob that she had ever given, a mixture of slow and loving, fast and decadent, and it was certainly the most loving and passionate blowjob that Tom had ever had the fortune of receiving.
That was partly because Upskirt Aunt loved sucking cock with a passion, and there was only one man whose cock she wanted to suck, and Tom could see that in her eyes. Sucking on her nephew’s cock was more enjoyable and more refreshing than sucking on an ice popsicle on the hottest of summer days and it gave Upskirt Aunt a fierce urge to play with her pussy which was responding as she expected it would to her oral exploits, however her focus at this moment in time was steadfast and purely on her nephew, his gorgeous cock, and doing to it and him what she had been dreaming about for a long, long time.
Her rhythm had gotten Tom so worked up that his pre-cum began to ooze out of his cock, much to her delight. It blessed her tongue and her nephew’s pre-cum tasted divine simply because that’s what it was – Tom’s pre-cum. Not Roger’s or that of any man she could’ve chosen to hook up with, it was Tom’s, and that is what made it taste as heavenly as it did – it was her ambrosia. She could only imagine what her nephew’s actual cum tasted like and what it would feel like to have him cum all over her face or, heavens, down her throat. ‘Oh, fuck yes’ she thought to herself, the thought of Tom cumming down her throat drove her fucking wild with sexual excitement.
Upskirt Aunt’s pace suddenly increased as she found herself getting very carried away in the heat of the moment, especially now that she had sampled his cum. Her head thrust back and forth at an impressive tempo, almost as though she was actively trying to make her nephew cum down her throat. She couldn’t deny that she very much wanted him to do that, though that wasn’t why her pace had picked up. She’d just lost control momentarily and her lust was in the driving seat, and it wanted to jump up a few gears. Tom’s aunt had a rhythm that was entrancing, Tom’s cock pulsating at the same tempo as his aunt moved her head back and forth. Tom was a lover of music, but nothing he had ever heard had a rhythm or tempo as engrossing as his aunt’s.
He both wanted to cum and also didn’t want to cum because having his aunt’s mouth wrapped around his cock was also one of his dreams, so this was literally a dream come true, and, in these dreams, he often came down her throat, and it was tremendously tempting to make that dream a reality right now. The temptation to cover his beautiful aunt’s beautiful face with his love was near-irrepressible, however, he didn’t want it to end and didn’t know what else might potentially happen if he could control himself. He’d had other dreams too, some of which involved his cock being in some of his aunt’s other orifices, dreams he also hoped to realise today.
Upskirt Aunt didn’t want it to end either. She wanted to lick and suck on her nephew’s cock and balls for hours, though she also wanted her nephew to see the effect that doing so was having on her pussy. Although she was trying to pay full attention to Tom, Upskirt Aunt couldn’t help but play with herself and one of her hands slowly found its way down her toned abdomen, through her pristine bush, and to the wet wonder between her legs. “Tom…” she began and immediately paused by virtue of taking his cock into her mouth again, moaning with pleasure with a throat full of cock and her fingers in her pussy, “I have had my fingers in my pussy… all day…”
His still wet thigh was evidence of this and that was music to his ears. To not only hear his aunt say that word and talk about her pussy again, but to hear her talk about how she had been finger fucking herself over the thought of him. It wasn’t just today either as Upskirt Aunt finger fucking and playing with her pussy over the thought of her nephew was a regular occurrence. Tom could hear his aunt’s pussy sloshing loudly as she rubbed it and fingered it out of sight and whilst she was still pleasuring him with her mouth, his aunt clearly adept at multitasking. The sound of his aunt’s incomparably wet pussy, it was the most obscenely arousing sound.
She had done exactly what she was doing now many, many times in recent months, but on a dildo instead of an actual cock. On her knees, sucking on a dildo and imagining it was Tom’s cock, and playing with her pussy – it was almost as though she had been practising for this very eventuality. Upskirt Aunt’s pussy was telling her that, whilst her fingers felt lovely, it craved something longer, something thicker, and something phallic. What it craved was cock, as it always did, but what it truly craved was Tom’s cock.
“Sucking your cock is making my pussy fucking drenched…” she very naughtily shared with her nephew, her mouth swallowing it again as she worked what she couldn’t fit down her throat with her hand all while her other hand continued to pleasure that which was drenched between her legs. Upskirt Aunt’s pussy was already soaking wet, but she couldn’t deny the effect that sucking Tom’s cock was having on it and on her, and she wanted to share that fact with her nephew because she hadn’t abandoned her pursuit of honesty just because she was getting what she had wanted for the longest time. She wanted Tom to know exactly how and what he made her feel, and she felt his cock twitch in her hand and down her throat as it throbbed with arousing approval.
There were another pair of Upskirt Aunt’s lips that were eager to give Tom and his cock their own approval, and its yearning wasn’t something that she could resist any longer. She didn’t want to stop sucking her nephew’s gorgeous cock, she loved it and loved sucking it, loved being on her knees below her nephew and pleasing him whilst he looked down at her. It made her feel like herself. However, there was something else that made her feel like herself, perhaps even more so, and that was perhaps the most carnal thing of all.
“Thomas, darling,” she addressed her nephew before placing a few more precise and loving pecks upon his shaft and head, “There’s something that I’ve been wanting to do….” – another kiss – “For a very long time…”
Or, rather, there was something that she had been wanting her nephew to do to her for a very long time. Upskirt Aunt reluctantly released her nephew’s cock from her grip and let it swing free, then she stood up in front of him in all her naked glory, her bush and her pussy beneath it visibly wet from where she had rubbed and smeared her juices all over.
Without saying another word, Upskirt Aunt brushed her naked body past and against her nephew’s own, ran her hand along his cock and climbed onto the bed. On all fours, she crawled toward the pillowcases at the other end, arched her back, rested her head down on the duvet, and submitted herself to her nephew. Tom looked at his aunt, his naked aunt, on her spacious bed on all fours, legs spread wide open and arse up in the air. It was as though Upskirt Aunt was physically and mentally built for sex – she was a sexual goddess whose physique was celestial, regal, empyrean. She was a work of art, like she had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, and she had a mind to match – it occurred to Tom that there was a good chance his aunt was the subject of Tom Jones’ smash hit ‘Sex Bomb’.
Sprawled out on all fours, she presented her nephew with the view of the two most beautiful and inviting orifices in the world, not to mention that of the most beautiful woman. They were not only inviting because of how beautiful and obviously naughty they were, but also because it wasn’t just any arsehole and it wasn’t just any pussy, it was his aunt’s arsehole, his aunt’s pussy. And it wasn’t just because of how much he wanted to fuck them, but they were also inviting because of how much Upskirt Aunt herself wanted to be fucked and how much she wanted cock inside of her. It had been far, far too long since Upskirt Aunt had had her holes stuffed full of cock and they were inviting him in and practically begging to be fucked.
Tom had long felt much too naughty fantasising about doing things to his aunt’s beautiful pussy with his fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock, so had he even dared to fantasise about doing the same things to his aunt’s equally beautiful arse and arsehole? You fucking bet he had. However, being the sophisticated woman of the world that she was, Tom reasoned that, surely, Upskirt Aunt didn’t partake in anything considered so uncouth? Perhaps, in time, Tom would discover more about his aunt, her debauched inclinations, and all the ways in which she was more sophisticated than he could have ever possibly imagined.
Upskirt Aunt was the most mature, sophisticated and beautiful woman that Tom had ever and would ever lay his eyes upon, and he had seen parts of her that he never thought that he would see, parts of her that perhaps he shouldn’t see – her forbidden fruits that resided below her very own Garden of Eden, fruits that Tom had fantasised about eating many, many times. But he was only just getting to know exactly how mature, sophisticated and beautiful she truly was. Upskirt Aunt was the quintessential MILF, and if there was an award for being the best MILF then she would surely win. And Tom was the most loving, virile and mature young man that she had ever known, and he had certain characteristics that she had an insatiable hunger for. He was her type all over.
Every man had their eyes on her whenever she was out and about, and Upskirt Aunt could have any man that she wanted. As flattered as she was by their understandable interest in her, she was very selective about her men and only had eyes for one man and there was only one man’s eyes whom she wanted on her. Of course, that man was her very own mature, young man – her darling nephew, Tom. She had had her eyes on him for the longest time and, because of this, she had ignored the advances of other men and, as a result, had not had sex in a painfully long time.
The pair had practically seen all there was to see of each other, but they truly hadn’t seen anything yet. They had been physically exposed, mentally exposed, and emotionally exposed to each other, they had shared and confessed their feelings, all things that had made them grow even fonder of one another, though they were still to properly expose themselves sexually. That, they both knew, was to come next. Was it simply lust, or was it also love? They both believed it was also the latter, and by the time this evening had reached its end, they would know for sure.
They were about to cross a boundary that they could not uncross. If Tom was to penetrate Upskirt Aunt’s pussy with his cock, then there would be no going back. What they had seen of each other, what Upskirt Aunt had exposed of herself to Tom, what they had done so far with Upskirt Aunt stroking and sucking his cock, it could all be forgotten if they stopped here, they thought, but if they didn’t stop, if they carried on with their taboo pursuit of each other and engaged in the most carnal of activities, then there would be no forgetting. They found themselves at the crossroads of a fateful decision.
Though in reality they had already gone too far and already crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed, and they had long passed the point of no return. It was happening, it was finally happening, and there was nothing that either of them could or would do to stop it. Upskirt Aunt stirred her hips and moaned gently, giving Tom a clear indication of what she wanted and communicating her desire to explore her feelings for her nephew comprehensively. Tom climbed onto the bed like his aunt before him and slowly shuffled up behind her and he towered over her, his cock hard with his aunt and her pussy at his mercy, and there they stood, together, on the edge of forever.
Her somewhat predatory nature did lead her to enjoy being on top and taking the lead, though she also clearly loved bending over and letting a man take her, however, Tom did not mind her predatory nature at all. In fact, he liked it, he found it endearing and, well, hot. Her feelings and fancy for him were mutual, after all, so her flirting with him both subtly and overtly was most welcome. And if it wasn’t for her predacious behaviour, then perhaps they wouldn’t have found themselves where they did now and that would be a crying shame. But today she was on all fours which was a favourite position for many women, including herself for several reasons, and she awaited what was surely to come. Tom looked down at her and he could see everything, and Upskirt Aunt had never felt more exposed in all her life.
“I’m so hungry for it…” Tom’s aunt admitted, her lungs filling and emptying as she waited with bated breath, “…I just want to be filled with cock…”
She looked it too – Tom had seen it in her eyes and could see it by the state of her pussy. She had been starving herself and starving her pussy of men and of cock, with the exception of her many lovely dildos, waiting in the hope that their greed and hunger would be sated by her nephew, and at long last they were going to get their wish, they were going to feed on the only man and cock that they craved. Upskirt Aunt acknowledged to herself that she wasn’t going to need the bottle of lube that resided within handy reach inside her bedside table, something she always needed to use when she masturbated with her toys, because what she had been doing and what she was about to do made her pussy wet beyond reason.
Like Robert Plant famously sang in the timeless Led Zeppelin song ‘Whole Lotta Love’, Tom wanted to give his aunt every inch of his love. Fortunately for Tom, Upskirt Aunt was most receptive to this idea. “Please…” Upskirt Aunt uttered, almost breathlessly, pleading with her nephew. “Please, fuck me…”
Upskirt Aunt didn’t just want her nephew to fuck her, she needed him to fuck her. She felt like her whole sexuality and her entire being needed this, it wasn’t simply a case of lust talking after an extended dry spell, she had a both physical and psychological void in her life that needed filling. Never had she wanted anything more than this.
Upskirt Aunt’s pussy ached for fulfilment and the tip of her nephew’s cock was merely inches away from her pussy, and she waited anxiously for that most loved but dearly missed feeling. This was it, their final chance to put a stop to all this iniquity and try to forget that this had ever happened, but how could they forget? How could Upskirt Aunt forget sucking her nephew’s cock? How could Tom forget getting his cock sucked by his aunt and seeing her naked body in all its magnificence, including her spreading her pussy for him? How could they forget what they had told each other about how they felt, how could they betray their feelings and simply carry on as they were before?
They couldn’t. They wanted this, both of them, more than anything, and they would deal with whatever consequences there would be if and when they reared their head. This was a risk, but the reward outweighed it a trillion-to-one. With that in mind, Tom shuffled a couple of inches forward and the wet tip of his cock gently pressed against the wet lips of Upskirt Aunt’s pussy, and their most sexual organs came into contact for the first time. Upskirt Aunt moaned audibly but gently and stirred her hips as simply feeling her nephew’s cock against her body, against that specific part of her body, almost sent her into rapture.
The head of Tom’s cock aligned with his aunt’s pussy, her orifice aroused and ready to take exactly that which he had to offer, and she teased herself on his head as her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate his girth. Her pussy squelched as an air pocket was repeatedly created and dissipated by the head of Tom’s cock pushing against but not quite into her pussy, and each time it stretched her hole that bit wider and teased into her that bit farther. Upskirt Aunt delighted in the pleasure of it all despite knowing that this was nothing compared to what was to come. And what was to come came immediately after.
After teasing her hips back and forth on the head of Tom’s cock, she made one final motion forward before thrusting her hips as far back as they would go. The head of Tom’s cock breached his aunt’s pussy for the first time, her pussy stretched around it and hugged his cock lovingly, and the rest of his cock followed suit as Upskirt Aunt backed up onto it and took all of it inside her. She moaned loudly with one long exhale of relief, pleasure and happiness, and shivers travelled down Upskirt Aunt’s spine as her pussy enveloped her nephew’s cock for the very first time.
It felt so good that it was difficult to comprehend, and it made it difficult for her to think straight. Of course it felt good to have her pussy stuffed full of cock, but it was insane just how good this felt, and she had never felt anything or had anyone so virile in all her life. How could something as vanilla as being stuffed full of cock make her feel so submissive? It made her feel so humble, so dainty, so feminine, and it just felt right. They had both felt incomplete for the longest time and when Tom slid his cock into his aunt’s pussy and the pair were one with one another, that was what completed them. The nascent of their relationship had reached its bloom, and this was their great realisation. Here they were, together at long last, in the privacy of her bedroom, naked and engaging in the most carnal of activities.
Being full of and stretched by cock, of her nephew’s cock, made it really hard for Upskirt Aunt to make any sense because it felt so overwhelmingly good. Tom could see how it made her feel and she knew that he could see that, she knew how exposed she was right now not just physically, but also sexually and mentally. Tom’s balls pushed up against Upskirt Aunt’s swollen clit which told her that her nephew’s cock was buried as deep inside her as it could possibly be, that she was as full and stretched as she could possibly be, and she loved knowing that and how it felt. It made her feel like such a good girl. It was unconscionably deep, and nothing felt better.
“Can you feel how wet I am? I’m fucking wet, aren’t I?” she proudly voiced despite being embarrassingly wet for her nephew, and to have him not only be able to see that but also feel it made her feel so fucking 0good. Tom could feel exactly how wet his aunt was and, in hindsight, he would’ve worn a wetsuit if he’d known this was what he’d be doing today. Her nephew’s cock stretched and filled her pussy perfectly, just how she liked it best, and it was perfectly erect. It was like the third bed in the Goldilocks fairy tale: it wasn’t too hard, and it wasn’t too soft – it was just right. Even if what was going on between them was even hotter than the hottest porridge in that fairy tale.
Nobody is inherently perfect. Upskirt Aunt, as wonderful as she was, wasn’t without her flaws, and her nephew wasn’t flawless either. But then again, nobody was. Their imperfections were what made them human and partly made them who they were. It was the coming together of two imperfect people in an imperfect world that made their shared experience perfect. Tom caressed his aunt’s wondrous arse with his hands, something he had long fantasised about doing, squeezing it and groping it, getting to know every part of it intimately with his touch and his vision, and it felt as wondrous as it looked. It was warm to his touch, and Upskirt Aunt’s pussy reacted as you might expect it would to her nephew touching her in such a sexual place and in such a sexual manner.
Sparing one of his hands, he ran it down her arched back, past her dimples that he was just getting to know, past the smattering of more beauty spots found upon her back in addition to her front he’d also not seen before, and to her immaculate, golden hair. He took a clump of her hair in his hand, rendering it immaculate no longer, grasped it and almost held her head down as he began to thrust into his aunt, as he began to fuck his aunt, for the first time, and, beneath the artificial light, they physically expressed their love for each other, their love which was most certainly not artificial.
Tom had long fantasised about doing this to his aunt but he never, ever thought that it would actually happen. He was young and had much to learn about the world, about life and about, well, sex, and in this moment – the moment where he was fucking his aunt from behind – he wondered whether his aunt could and was perhaps going to teach him about all those things, especially the latter. He was a keen student after all, and he could not hope for a better teacher.
But that was the future, the present had more pressing matters such as pounding his cock deep into his aunt’s pussy whilst he looked down at the sight of her swollen lips gripping his cock and her impeccable arse looking back at him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he thought to himself, he was going to have to look away from that sight else he was going to cum immediately. How unfathomably beautiful his aunt was, all over. It looked like an image straight out of his dreams, but his imagination wasn’t creative enough because the reality was incomparable.
Likewise for his aunt, her imagination had not adequately prepared her for just how good it would feel to get fucked by her nephew and his gorgeous cock. Her body trembled as she struggled to process both the emotional and physical feelings, a feeling that the mature, sophisticated woman of the world never grew tired of regardless of how experienced she was, though this was a wholly new experience for her, and it felt different. It felt so much better, so much more fulfilling than any other sexual experience she’d ever had, and she’d had countless great ones. “Fuck me…” she uttered, following it up with “Fuck me hard,” and Tom gladly obliged.
Upskirt Aunt covered her nephew’s cock in thick, white paste as she creamed all over it while he fucked her, her cum embellishing Tom’s shaft and demonstrating how this made her feel. She had never been so aroused, so turned on, so horny or so wet in all her life. It was a little bit embarrassing, but she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help how Tom made her feel and she knew that her nephew would love to know and see that. And love it was exactly what he did. She knew this because Tom’s aunt was not only more beautiful than Aphrodite, but she was also wiser than Athena, and she wanted to impart all her wisdom to her nephew.
He looked at his cock which repeatedly appeared and disappeared and at the state it was in, his aunt’s cum accumulating around her lips and at the base of his shaft as it created a clear marker and a clear indication of how deep she had taken her nephew’s cock. Which, as it so happened, was as deep as it was possible. As her nephew’s cock drove into her pussy again and again it drove home the fact that what Upskirt Aunt wanted and needed most was sexual attention and validation, but that from whom she wanted it. Upskirt Aunt felt like Tom was going to fuck her right through the bed and to the floor below because he was fucking her so hard, his cock drilling into her pussy like a power tool going full tilt as he exerted his power over her, and it was a feeling she fucking loved.
She could have any man she wanted to have and she often regretted giving Roger the time of day, and despite her pussy being so fucking hungry for cock she only wanted one man and one cock, and now that she was getting sexual attention from the man whom she wanted sexual attention and validation from it made everything right, it made the past several months of sexual solitude, lonely nights and hitherto uncharted love worth it. Tom moaned in harmony with his aunt as they charted their feelings together, her pussy tightly gripping and hugging his cock as his cock stretched her wide and filled her deep. It was a match made in, well, an aunt and a nephew.
Who knew what heaven looked like or if it even existed, but if it didn’t look like this then, as Morrissey sang in 1984, heaven knows they would be miserable. But misery would not befall them this day and they hoped that they had banished it forevermore. They were feeling all manner of things between them at this very moment, though misery wasn’t one of them. Like Upskirt Aunt’s pace suddenly picked up when she was sucking his cock earlier, their pace quickened now that they were together as one.
Tom thrust his cock back and forth harder and faster whilst his aunt thrust her hips back into his cock with a celerity to match, both of them wanting more and more of each other as they surrendered themselves to their desires, and she felt like she was being possessed by him. This was the best sex that Upskirt Aunt had ever had, and she had had a lot of sex over the years, and she almost couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. Tom’s balls slapped against Upskirt Aunt’s tumefied clit and her arse smacked against him harder and louder, the collision of their flesh making a clapping, slapping and, golly, spanking sound as their bodies rubbed and clashed against each other. It almost hurt Upskirt Aunt but it felt so good – pleasure on the edge of pain, it was a feeling that she enjoyed.
Perhaps Tom would come to learn more about his aunt’s penchant for pain, but right now they were both riding the waves of pleasure like champion surfboarders, Tom’s ‘surfboard’ much, much slippier than an actual surfboarder would want their actual surfboard to be. “Oh God yeah!” Upskirt Aunt exasperated, almost finding it difficult to process what she was feeling. “Fuck me, Tom… fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME,” she repeated louder and louder she repeated as her nephew repeatedly drilled into her, vocalising her thoughts and feelings, those mental and physical alike. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she uttered with soft but piercing pleasure. It was a tell-tale sign that the promised land was in sight and fast approaching, that familiar feeling stirring inside Upskirt Aunt and her pussy like the familiar feeling of butterflies had stirred in her stomach earlier this evening.
But the butterflies had long since spread their wings and fluttered away which gave Upskirt Aunt the impetus to spread her own wings, spread her legs and spread something else altogether naughtier. The bed rocked back and forth with their momentum and the headboard crashed against the wall, making them both glad that the house was fully detached. Still, they hoped that any passers-by would simply mistake the sound for DIY if they happened to hear the banging, and maybe they’d think the homeowner was watching porn, very loudly, but really, they couldn’t mistake the sounds the pair were making for anything other than those of the throes of the most passionate sex. And here they were, on her bed, doing it like The Bloodhound Gang did it back in 1999.
This position was Upskirt Aunt’s favourite for several reasons, and one of the naughtiest reasons was that it allowed for the deepest and most thorough penetration, something that she was proudly keen on. In her pussy, of course, not in her arse. She wouldn’t want the deepest and most thorough penetration in her arse too, would she? Tom pondered it himself, looking down at his aunt’s impeccably beautiful arse and arsehole, and like before he imagined what it would be like to fuck her arse like he so often naughtily fantasised about. Did Upskirt Aunt like anal penetration? It was a question for another day, perhaps.
Upskirt Aunt reached one of her arms back toward her nephew and he took hold of her forearm and bent it behind her back, pinning her down as he pumped into her again and again, and Tom’s aunt bit into her other forearm as she tried to process everything that she was feeling and everything that was finally happening. Her unspeakably hungry pussy gripped Tom’s cock tightly as it gratefully took every last inch of his cock deep inside her, every last inch that stretched her just how she wanted to be stretched, filled her just how she wanted to be filled, and fucked her like she wanted to be fucked. By whom she wanted to be fucked, and whose cock she wanted to be fucked with, and her voice and sounds communicated this to Tom in no uncertain terms.
She loved having her nephew see her like this, loved that he could see her, all of her, completely exposed in all her physical, sexual glory, just how she wanted him to see her, and it made her wetter and feel like more of a slut than she had ever felt in all her life. It was a feeling that she fucking loved. The springs and the quality of Upskirt Aunt’s mattress were being thoroughly tested, and in a manner in which one couldn’t test them at Dreams. Though upon this very mattress, Upskirt Aunt’s and Tom’s very own dreams were being realised, the springs passing the test of its occupiers. The headboard was likewise being assessed as it crashed against the wall and in turn appraised the masonry of Upskirt Aunt’s stately abode, all passing with flying colours. How soundproof the walls of her house were, however, would be something her neighbours would have to judge.
It was a cacophony of noise that the lovers were orchestrating in Upskirt Aunt’s theatre of dreams, and the temperature in there was sweltering, the pair revelling in the blazing ardour of their crucible of love. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Tom’s aunt loudly cried in ecstasy, almost agonisingly so. It felt so, so fucking good to be getting fucked and getting fucked hard by whom she had longed for, well, so long. It was music to Tom’s ears to hear the primal phonations of pleasure from his aunt, and he likewise couldn’t and wouldn’t refrain from vocalising how this all felt for him too.
It also made Upskirt Aunt beyond thrilled to hear her nephew moan as he pounded into her and made him feel like a king, and knowing how good she made him feel could not make her happier. The pair chorused in unison as they approached the climax in what was the premiere of their song, their long crescendo nearing its natural conclusion. They were about to reach the zenith, the culmination of the past several months of silently wanting each other, not knowing that the other wanted them back.
All the time they had spent together, looking forward to seeing one another when they were apart, the subtle hints, the innocuous flashes of skin and up skirts, the naughty innuendoes, the lonely, sleepless nights and the sexual dissatisfaction had led to this moment. And, for a moment, they both feared that this would be the final moment like this they shared, and they both desperately wanted to cum but also desperately didn’t want to cum because neither of them wanted it to end.
Was this a one-time thing? Was this going to be the only time that they shared their true feelings and true selves with one another? Would they regress to their former selves of earlier that day, internalising their true feelings even though it hurt to do so, in fear of the world finding out? They wanted the loneliness, sleepless nights and sexual dissatisfaction to stop, but they didn’t want the time together to stop, the naughty innuendoes and the flashing of skin and up skirts to stop. Their unspoken lust and love for each other was nothing compared to that which they had spoken and shared outwardly this evening, and they didn’t want to go back to not speaking about it, exploring it or indulging their feelings and sexual desires.
They didn’t want to stop spending time with each other, and they didn’t want to stop fucking each other. They were both secretly afraid that their mutual and shared orgasms would mark the end of it all and render this just a fleeting fling, something that they desperately didn’t want it to be. In truth, neither of them had anything to worry about because Upskirt Aunt wouldn’t let it be a one-time thing, and neither would her nephew. Their lust and love for each other were stronger than the fear that had subjugated them for far too long, and the only thing that they would let dominate them from now on was their lust for each other, love for each other and, of course, each other. They would see to that.
With their fears subdued they had broken free of the metaphorical chains that had bound them and now their will was truly their own, and they willed each other to cum for one another like they had never wanted anybody to cum for them more, and even more than they had already secretly fantasised about the other cumming for them in their respective private time many times before. Their heart rates were already soaring, but they skyrocketed as they raced toward the finish line together, hand-in-hand – or, more accurately, cock-in-pussy.
None of Upskirt Aunt’s mastery of self-pleasure, her dildos, butt plugs, vibrators and an arsenal of other toys could compete with the real thing, as lovely as they all surely made her feel, and likewise Tom’s astute hands and his own collection of aids could not make him feel like this. Masturbation was wonderful, this they knew, loved and would most assuredly still indulge in – perhaps even together – but this was something else altogether. It is often said that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, and Upskirt Aunt and Tom couldn’t agree more.
The natural cadence in her voice was present even when she moaned, such a sophisticated slut she was, and her lips trembled while her sounds passed through them as she braced herself in great orgasmic expectation. Upskirt Aunt was going to cum, but she wasn’t simply going to cum like she did most days by herself, she was going to cum all over her nephew’s gorgeous cock for the very first time and it made her feel more alive than she had ever felt. Likewise, Tom was going to cum deep inside his beautiful aunt’s beautiful pussy, and as fun as it was for him to play with a masturbator like it was fun for Upskirt Aunt to play with a dildo, no masturbator could compare to the real thing, and certainly not compare to Upskirt Aunt. Nothing could compare to Upskirt Aunt.
Upskirt Aunt moaned in beat with the pounding of her pussy, in beat with Tom’s balls slapping against her clit, in beat with his flesh clapping against her exposed skin. Silence befell her for a few moments save for the carnal percussion of her nephew’s cock drilling into her pussy and it was the harbinger of what was to come, because then she inhaled deeply and sharply before she blurted out and told her nephew something that she had long fantasised about telling him and often did in her vivid dreams and fantasies. “Tom…” – *slap, slap, slap* – “…I’m gonna cum!”
As Upskirt Aunt dreamt about telling her nephew that she was going to cum and that he was the one that was going to make her cum, Tom’s dreams often involved making his aunt cum and him cumming deep inside her pussy, and today was the day that their mutually shared dreams were going to be brought to life. They crossed the finish line in a photo finish, achieving their mutually assured climax simultaneously, and it was an explosive and euphoric outburst of not just a solitary orgasm, but of the emancipation from months and months of sexual, romantic and emotional dissatisfaction and despair. They wanted this more than anything, yet they had thought that it was impossible, and this was their insurrection against what was expected of them, this was their deliverance which brought to an end the story of their subjugation and began the story of their liberty.
First, it was their lives, then it was their bodies, and now, their orgasms converged as one. Upskirt Aunt’s drenched pussy convulsed and contracted stronger than it ever had around Tom’s own throbbing and quivering cock, his cock that was still drilling into her as he emptied himself inside her, and Upskirt Aunt screamed louder than she had ever screamed as a full-body orgasm ripped through her. She screamed her nephew’s name at the top of her lungs from the beautiful lips on her beautiful face as she creamed from the beautiful lips between her beautiful legs, caking her nephew’s cock in an obscene amount of her natural lubrication.
Her nephew moaned in a manner to compete with his aunt, which was impressive, as he emptied his balls as deep as his hard cock would burrow into his aunt’s grateful, gluttonous pussy and filled her up with what was, naturally, the largest load of his hot cum that he had ever had the pleasure of dispensing. Spurt after spurt of it shot out of his cock and into his aunt’s pussy with velocity and Upskirt Aunt could feel every last one, and feeling that having wanted to feel it for so long, and thinking about what it would feel and taste like for her Tom to do that down her throat, on her face, on her breasts, on her pussy rather than just in it, on her arse and, gosh, inside her arse just made her cum harder.
Tom’s own body tensed as he rode the waves of his own orgasm, the first orgasm that his aunt had ever given to him, and the first orgasm he had had inside his aunt, and, as much as he desperately wanted those things to happen, he didn’t think they ever actually would. His strong hands squeezed his aunt’s arse tightly as his own orgasm coursed through his tensed body, and feeling her nephew squeeze her arse like that – so hard that it almost hurt – was something that Upskirt Aunt absolutely fucking loved, and it elongated her orgasm.
The new lovers danced their psychologically, physically and emotionally orgasmic romp together, taking each step in tandem, Tom’s cock pounding into Upskirt Aunt’s pussy and his cum pumping into her, and Upskirt Aunt’s pussy contracting and creaming around Tom’s cock, until both it and their shared orgasms reached their natural conclusion. How long their orgasms lasted neither of them could say, certainly longer than the seconds they could count on their hands and perhaps even longer than they could count on their combined hands. It felt like a euphoric lifetime and like just reward given how the journey to this point had felt like a difficult lifetime.
Speaking of hands, Tom’s left an imprint and mark on his aunt’s arse when he eventually eased his grip on it when his orgasm subsided, and it left it stinging but for a fleeting moment, something that Upskirt Aunt liked. With her arse stinging and her pussy still throbbing and pulsating with the aftershocks of the most intense sex and orgasm of her life, Upskirt Aunt was delirious. She was physically and mentally drained, her head planted against the counterpane as she breathed heavily and loudly with a high-pitched, exhausted and exhilarated moan.
Tom, just as exhausted as his aunt, did something that he didn’t want to do and something that Upskirt Aunt didn’t want him to do either, which was take his cock out of her pussy. Upskirt Aunt wanted to be impaled by it forever, and Tom wanted to be inside his aunt for infinity, however, they were both hypersensitive and, despite their debauched sexual wants, both his cock and her pussy needed some respite. So, sadly, Tom’s cock retreated from the wetlands it had invaded, though not without leaving behind its mark.
Like it was straight out of one of Upskirt Aunt’s fantasies, and one of Tom’s for that matter, cum oozed out of her gaping, pink hole and further evidenced what they had just done and what had just happened. And it wasn’t the only evidence either as there was plenty of evidence that Upskirt Aunt had left on Tom’s cock in the form of her very own cum and juices. The two witnesses had all the evidence they needed to convict each other of being two of the most sophisticatedly debauched lovers in all the lands, something that they found themselves rather proud of.
Upskirt Aunt’s arms could no longer bear to hold herself up. She didn’t want to stop, but she felt so fucked that she was trembling, tired as she was after all the extracurricular activities she had indulged in and exhausted as she was after the orgasm sapped her of her energy. Her eyes were heavy and her mind not quite yet capable of forming a coherent sentence, and she collapsed down to the bed and rest. Her slender, sweaty and warm body lay motionless save for the inhalation of breath into her lungs, and a few moments after her body fell onto her bed, her nephew and his body followed suit.
Tom, as virile as he was, was not immune to exhaustion and he had never partaken in anything so physically, mentally and emotionally exhausting as what he had just had the sheer pleasure of partaking in. Though it was all kinds of exhausting in only the best possible ways. So, there they lay together on Upskirt Aunt’s bed, a naked Upskirt Aunt being spooned by her naked nephew with the pair warming each other with the elevated warmth of their bodies and, like everything that had come before, this was often the vision they saw at the end of their dreams and often how their fantasies finished.
People can sometimes be hit by what has been coined ‘post nut clarity’, for want of a less vulgar phrase, where they experience clear-mindedness and soberness straight after an orgasm, and this could sometimes lead people to see things clearly and regret doing what they had just done, particularly if they were driven to do so by their sexual urges and if it wasn’t something they would have done otherwise. With the tremendously taboo nature of what Upskirt Aunt and her nephew had just done together, would they be at risk of regretting it now with their clear heads?
Absolutely not. Whether they were thinking with their respective cock and pussy or thinking with their clear heads at any given time over the past several months, they had both thought long and hard about this both when sexually aroused and when with a clear mind, and thought long and hard about each other. This is what they wanted. There were no regrets here on the bed that they shared, no doubts and no uncertainty, and besides, despite having just cum they both still lusted for each other, and a solitary orgasm wasn’t going to change that. Not one bit.
The proverbial dust was slowly settling on the events that had transpired, the metaphorical dawn of their new relationship and lives was breaking, and the pair lay silent for what felt like an aeon. Tom, keen on getting settled into his new home with his aunt as soon as possible, silently thought about the logistics of doing so whilst their new dawn continued to break and thought about how he would get all his stuff moved into his new home. His clothes, his shoes, his books, his guitar and all his personal belongings – there was much to move into his new bedroom.
It was as though Upskirt Aunt could read his mind or at least sense what her nephew was thinking, and she wanted him to rest, be at ease and, as it happened, she also had another stellar idea. “Tom?”, her first word since what had just transpired, “What are you thinking about?”
He very briefly began to explain what was going through his mind, and how he should probably go and get cleaned up and head into his room to spend the night.
“Oh, darling, don’t worry about moving your things in, we can think about that tomorrow,” she reassured him, “You already live here now, we can think about getting your stuff another time.”
The details around Tom moving in with her could wait, they could plan to gather his things from home and transport them to his new home another time. Now it was time to process their new relationship and reality, and finally be able to truly rest happy. And on the subject of her nephew heading into his new bedroom for the night, she had thought of something better. “Tom, I was thinking…” she began, uttering those words in a most inquisitive and suggestive manner, something she was a master at. “Why don’t you sleep in here? You know, with me?”
It made sense because he was already in her bedroom, after all, and then when he had gotten all his belongings moved in, he could occupy his new bedroom, so he agreed. “No, sweetie, that’s not what I mean…”
“Oh…” he somewhat obliviously replied, and he didn’t need to ask his aunt what she meant because it was now blatantly obvious.
“Why don’t you make this your bedroom as well as my bedroom, and what was going to be your bedroom could be your study instead?”
It appeared as though Tom wouldn’t be sleeping in a separate room, let alone a separate bed, after all.
Of course, Upskirt Aunt loved her nephew, but she also loved him in an altogether different way, perhaps an inappropriate and definitely a taboo way, but she didn’t care about those things. This was what she wanted and who she wanted, and what and who she had wanted for the longest time, and whilst her nephew was going to move in with her and they would hopefully share similar experiences countless more times, she didn’t want this moment to end. The planning for having her nephew move in with her could wait, she simply wanted to stay in bed with him now, together, and be assured that this wouldn’t be the only time they did so.
Hope is a fertile soil, and they had both watered and kept their hope alive all this time, and now that hope had sprouted and bloomed, their stalks had intertwined with each other’s as their hope grew taller, grew larger, grew stronger – together. And so, with that, with the moving in of all Tom’s belongings still to come but the formal arrangements and foundations of their extraordinary relationship settled after the most unprecedented of evenings, Upskirt Aunt and Tom – the new lovers – happily lay together in what was now their bed, in their bedroom, and in their house, and they slowly drifted into a mutual slumber in each other’s bare embrace on what was the first night of the rest of their lives, both of them finding themselves recalling the timeless words of Nat King Cole in their catatonic minds.
Unforgettable, that’s what you are
Unforgettable, though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
Unforgettable in every way
And forevermore
That’s how you’ll stay
That’s why, darling, it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
Tom the Writer 
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