My cute nephew, I finally gave in.

I barely slept that night, aware that I had made the worst mistake of my life. In the days that followed, I tried in every way to explain and justify to myself what had happened. I searched for motives in every angle of human behavior in an attempt to alleviate the shame and regret that overwhelmed me. I concluded that the fact that I had never had any sex relations outside of marriage and was therefore totally inexperienced had been the deciding factor. My husband had been the only man I'd ever had sex with in my 43 years of life, and that surely had unconsciously harbored in me curiosities that I didn't know I had, but whose urges proved uncontrollable. She was dealing with it in a very uncomfortable way. The worst thing for me was having to keep the secret with me. The impossibility of talking to anyone, of telling what had happened, of sharing the secret, made me the only person charged with bearing the burden of what had happened. The ghost was just my... It only appeared to me. Until four or five days after the fact, late one afternoon, I was getting ready to leave the office when the secretary announced a toll-free phone call. I authorized the call, she put it through to my office, and when I picked it up, I recognized the voice. It was him. Vinicius, my nephew: Aunt Sophia, I'm sorry to call to collect, but I wanted to see how you were doing, and I didn't want to call from home. - It's all right, Vinícius... thank you for your concern... I'm fine... in spite of everything, I'm fine... I was wondering if you'd like to stay in the office a little longer, and I wanted to come by and talk to you about what happened, and I don't feel right about it either, and I think you've hurt her, and I think I've hurt you. - It's better not to touch it anymore, Vinícius. What happened between us, no matter how crazy it was, can't be changed.... It's already done. Let's forget it and continue to live normally as we always do. I just ask you never to comment with anyone about it. You're smart and you know that it would be a disgrace for me if Mariza (his mother) or Jorge (my husband) knew what we did. So I repeat what I told you that day: - If it's good for you, as you said yourself that day, save me... it's the only thing I can ask of you, after everything that's happened, save me. - I know, aunt... you don't have to worry about that. The least I can do to show how much it all meant to me is to keep it a secret and not compromise you. Don't worry, aunt... no one will know anything from my mouth. I'll keep it all for myself... for the lady, for Uncle Jorge, for Mirelle (my daughter), who I love very much too. I know what it would mean if they found out. And for the mother, too... she would go crazy if she knew. Hearing those words gave me a feeling of relief. I felt his sincerity and his assurance that everything would remain between us and that the consequences of the episode would be nothing more than my shame and my regret. - I trust you. - You can trust me, Aunt Sophia... I don't want to hurt you... the lady knows that... the lady knows that I like you very much... in fact, everything that happened was because I like you... I like you as a person... I like you as an aunt... and I like you as a woman... so I wanted you to accept something... to see how much I love you and respect you... - Let it go, Vinicius... you don't need anything... all I want you to do is put a rock on it... - Aunt, I just want to give you something. - What is it, Vinícius? - If I say lose the value... wait for me there, I'm coming... I'm near the office... I'll be there in ten minutes. It was already past 6:30 in the afternoon, the secretary, who in the middle of the conversation had asked permission to leave, had already withdrawn and I ended up agreeing: - Yeah, but it won't be long. In less than ten minutes the intercom rang... It was him.... I opened the door below myself.... Then the light knocks on the office door.... When I opened it I could not contain my surprise and amazement.... It had a huge bouquet of red roses, exactly a dozen I could see later. On the card was written something I did not understand at the time: "To the three most beautiful women in my life, with affection, from Vinícius". I confess I was confused, not knowing what to say, where to put the flowers... I thanked him, kind of awkwardly, and gave him a few compliments on his manner. He said that despite all that had happened, things did not seem as serious to me as they were because he had taken a respectful and understanding attitude toward my status as an aunt and a married woman. I also told him that I was relieved that he kept everything a secret and that, fortunately, this very serious mistake I had made was with a person of good character who would not take advantage of my situation. Well, Vinicius, I'm relieved to see that despite the mistake I made in allowing all of this to happen, it didn't have any major consequences, and I owe that to you, who understood how much damage I would do to myself if anyone found out. - As I told you on the phone, aunt, the least I can and should do is respect your privacy. I'm aware that it was all my fault, that you invested in a teenage fantasy, that I should have been mature and not allowed things to unfold the way they did. In the earlier part of this account I had already mentioned that although young, Vinicius was mature and very intelligent. Again, he said something that struck me on a cultural level: I understand what you mean, aunt, but at the time, the seduction, the eroticism of the moment, it was hard to control my instincts. It's amazing how fate waits for opportunities to chart its own paths. The conversation was winding down when I made a comment, trying to justify my mistake, that changed the course of things: - That's the only argument I have to lessen my guilt, Vinicius. The appeal of eroticism, of seduction, of sex finally, in those moments of sensuality. Sex is a very strong thing, sometimes disorienting. It's impossible to deny that even being a totally reprehensible behavior for a married woman, that situation, those caresses, that forbidden and quick intercourse, were able to make me feel a huge pleasure, to know an intense pleasure. From a moral point of view it was a horrible thing for me, Vinicius... but looking at the sexual side it was extremely pleasurable. - Have you got a taste for "I want more", aunt? - I don't know what to say, Vinícius... - Auntie... if for the lady, who has the barrier of kinship, of marriage, of my uncle, of my cousin, there is still this taste of "I want more" ... imagine with me what happens ... imagine how I feel this situation. I want to hear your side of the story. His answer was clear and objective: - For me, Aunt Sophia, there's only a boner... I don't insist on climbing with you because I don't want to force anything, but my wish was to be, now, repeating everything we did that day, inside the car. At that moment I saw in his eyes the same glow with which he had looked at me in the car while he heard from me the obscene words he asked me to speak. Do you understand why I wrote on the card that those roses are for the three most beautiful women in my life? - Perhaps you have understood, Vinícius... but tell me what it means. - It means that besides the aunt I respect and love, there are two other people inside you, Aunt Sophia. The only person who exists in me is a 43-year-old woman, 26 years older than you, your aunt... who could never have allowed the things that happened to happen. In addition to my aunt, who has always treated me with affection, there is a girlfriend and a mistress, and that's how I feel about you, my aunt, my girlfriend, my mistress. I was silent, not knowing what to say, and he continued: My aunt is the 43-year-old woman, 26 years older than me, married, who has always behaved like a lady, forbidden to my desire... but besides her there are two others... one who behaved like a teenager and agreed to climb into the car with me, like a girl and her boyfriend... the girl who made my aunt turn into my girlfriend and fulfill the fantasies I've always had. I listened, impressed by the way he spoke... And the other, aunt... the other is the best of all... is my mistress... the mature woman, who forgot her husband and nephew and gave me the best of her... the whore inside her. Those words had awakened in me the same feeling as the night we stayed in the car. -Vinicius... where is this going to stop? - For me, Aunt Sophia, it's not going to stop. What madness, my son. Feeling that I would not have the strength to avoid it, he approached, hugged me... Her lips gently touched my lips... His tongue penetrated my mouth, touching mine and his hands, as if I were a permissive, lifted my dress and held tightly my buttocks. Quickly, he lowered my panties and touched, stroking my vulva and anus. Gently massaging my vagina, she asked: Do you want me to caress you on the cheek? - Yes, Vinícius, I want it is delicious, very delicious. Putting my hand inside his bermuda, I made a grab for his penis which, like the other night in the car was hard, hot and throbbing. I instinctively held it and made the same back-and-forth motion as if I was masturbating him. He let out a brief moan of pleasure, and seeking to arouse eroticism at the moment, between ironic and sensual spoke: And my cock, aunt, do you want my hard cock too? It was too late to return. - Yes, Vinícius, I also want... - Do you want to suck my dick, aunt? - You want to suck my dick? To my silence he insisted: - Tell me, aunt... tell me why you want my dick... tell me what you're going to do with my dick... tell me, aunt... I want to hear from your mouth how you're going to use my dick... I felt like I was completely out of my mind. Couldn't I be the one who said to him, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck your cock, - At the bottom of what, aunt ??? I want him inside me... fuck me like last time... fuck me, Vinícius... fuck my aunt... fuck my little doggy... come... hurry... fuck everything... I want this whole stick inside me... I want this dick in my pocket... strong... vinícius... strong, aunt's little doggy... I want to give you a gift first, maybe you've never earned it. A little nervous, he pulled down my dress and panties, leaving me with only my shirt and blazer. He made me sit at my desk... I lay down with my legs on his shoulders, and I received the most impressive touch of my entire life: With his rough, moist tongue, he began a licking session on the inside of my thighs and as he got closer and closer to my vagina he caused me a hallucinatory sensation of pleasure. His hands just separated my legs from each other. Just his tongue and his breath made me delirious and wish that they would soon arrive in my cunt. Vinicius, that's too much. Without removing her face from between my legs, she asked: What do you want? Put your tongue on her. - In whom, aunt... He was trying to break down all my barriers. And I was wanting to see them overturned: - In my pocket, Vinícius... put your tongue in my pocket... suck my pocket, suck your aunt's pocket, my little dog... When he touched my vaginal lips with his tongue I felt that the last drop of morality and self-respect were abandoning me. Starting a movement that accompanied his licking, I also passed and uttered profanities and made obscene requests that formalized all our libidinousness and depravity... - Aaaiii, my cuddly little thing, what a good thing.... What a wonderful thing you are doing in the aunt.... Do more.... Lambe more.... Suck more.... Suck your whore, my darling.... Suck that slut aunt who loves you.... Date your aunt.... Fuck the aunt... AAaaaiii... Aunt's puppy.... How good it is.... How good it is to be sucked.... My darling... He stayed for several minutes giving me the most exciting caress I had ever received. Her tongue ran down my thighs, my buttocks, and became more aggressively sticky as it slowly passed over my vaginal lips. The alternation of kisses and licks with little moans and libidinous words excited me very much. But it wasn't just the touch... The scene we were in also suggested to me great physical pleasure. It was the height of permissiveness. Seeing myself there, in my own office, naked from the waist down, lying on my desk, legs spread, her face tucked between my thighs, caused me a hallucinatory sensation of lust. I was completely overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment. Curious, I stood up, leaned on my elbows, and almost sat down at the table, so I could watch his performance. All the while, he was staring at me. Her tongue frenziedly brushed my clitoris and her eyes sent to mine sparks of satisfaction. Suddenly, he turned away from me and stripped off the bermuda he was wearing, exposing his member, which like every time I saw or touched it was hard, red, hot and throbbing. Without taking his eyes off me, he began to caress himself, with the familiar back-and-forth motion of masturbation. Between the hands, his member seemed even more voluminous. The wavy, leaping veins let all their excitement shine through, and the gland, red and shiny, offered itself masculine, virile, as an object of penetration and voluptuousness. That grotesque image of an erect penis broke down all my barriers; I wanted too much to have that mast inside me... -Vinicius... come... let's make this quick... it's already night, I have to go... I want to do something to see if you like it. - Of course I'll like it, darling... everything you do, your aunt loves it. I didn't know I was about to experience the craziest feeling of my existence. Laying me down again on the table, he gently opened my legs and resumed the caresses <unk> kisses and licks <unk> on my thighs, on my vagina and when I least expected, dragging the viscosity of his saliva mixed with my vaginal fluid, touched with his tongue on my anus and seeming to be kissing a mouth, sucked the anal orifice, lubricating it with the salivary secretion and as if he wanted to penetrate it with his tongue, whipped it all over the ring. For a few minutes he went on with that unknown way of driving me crazy. I was out of control. I'd never felt that feeling of pleasure, like a wave invading my body. A torrent took hold of my entrails and after a few moments, I wished to be penetrated. Only the invasion of a penis could appease my extreme excitement... - Come, Vinicius, I can't take it any more. - I knew you'd like it, bitch. The change in his manner of speaking excited me even more. How could you not like it, you bastard, it's the most delicious, crazy thing I've ever tasted. - Then let me do a little bit more... let me suck a little bit more of that pussy... lick that ass, the cushions... again... -Vinicius... come quickly, my love... your aunt is mad with desire... come... we can't stay long... it's late... come, make it pleasant for me... come... - Then ask the way I imagined when I had not yet eaten you... I almost asked what it was like, but I remembered it well... I've never forgotten that line from the day I first uttered it in the car: Fuck me, my aunt's little dog. His eyes sparkled. Pulling me closer to the edge of the table, he held his member, still making the back-and-forth motion of masturbation, pointed it towards me and after gently rubbing it against my clitoris, with a determined and firm thrust, penetrated me at once to the end. Stretching my vagina, tearing my insides, I felt that hot, hard stick, whole, inside of me. I couldn't contain my libido. I began to move and talk like a prostitute, completely dominated by the eroticism of the moment: - Vinicius... like this... like this... stronger... stronger... madness... madness... makes me... makes me feel it all inside... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness... madness. Now you're a whore... now you're my little girlfriend who wants to climb... who wants to be fucked... is that it? I don't know if I'm going crazy, my son, but that's what I want... I want to fuck... I want to fuck... like this... deep... strong... how nice... how nice to climb... fuck me... fuck me more... And I started moving out of step and talking nonstop. Saying obscene things, swearing, things that I never imagined. I never thought I'd be able to break free like that. - Aahhii... what a good thing... what a wonderful dick... makes me feel this dick inside me... inside your aunt's... your aunt's, your girlfriend's... your whore's... I want to vibrate with this dick inside me, Vinícius... haauunnn... what madness... tasty dick... Aaiii... how good it is to be a whore... how good it is to be a tramp... Aunt, you're getting to the point, you're an asshole, you're an asshole, you're a bitch. - For you, Vinícius... well whore for you... well tramp for you... If I'd known you were such a whore I'd have looked for you sooner... we could have been together a long time ago... from now on it'll always be like this... a lot of whoring between us... From then on nothing stopped all that voluptuousness. Even though I knew the minutes were passing and night was falling I couldn't shake off that party of sex and pleasure. He had guessed... I was assuming my status as a libertine, a whore. I was consciously enjoying that libido. Wanting, desiring all that, vibrating intensely with that naivety. Completely overwhelmed, dominated and involved, I joined the game of gestures and words that made up what he then repeated: - What a fucking climb, aunt... what the fuck... move... move, so I can put everything... stick my dick in this tight little... come on, aunt... move... move, bitch, bitch... - Go, Vinícius... now I want... now I want your dick... your dick... I want to fuck... I want to climb... I want to feel that chest at the bottom of my pussy... I want to be your whore... your slut... your slutty little aunt... What a bitch, what a hot little aunt... hot, hot... - It's nice and chewy. - I'm going to fuck you so much... - Fuck me, fuck me really mean... While we were having this conversation, in a mind-boggling back-and-forth, his penis was coming and going almost violently out of my vagina completely washed in vaginal lubricant. At every stroke my groans denounced the near mockery. The fun that didn't take long to happen. Suddenly, an enormous heat took hold of my body, and with my legs I pulled him to my side and spoke, panting: I can't take it anymore, I want to have fun. Increasing the force and speed of the blows, his mast raped my bowels and unleashed a torrent of joy and pleasure. I enjoyed it for a long time, my orgasm mixed with his sperm formed a stream that flooded my legs. That smell of sex has heightened our animal instinct. After we'd had a good laugh, he unwrapped his penis from me, completely mesmerized by our pleasure, and in a gesture of depravity and shamelessness, offered it to me. Aunt Sophia, suck on this... suck on the last bit of fucking you've got left... lick my fucking mixed with yours... drink, aunt... drink, whore, slut... That oral, it gave me a feeling of pleasure and disgust. I'm disgusted because I never imagined putting in my mouth and sucking on a penis soaked in semen, pleasure and sweat. Pleasure because that gesture meant my total surrender to the pleasures of sex. What until that day had been a doomed slip was beginning to be a dead end. I had become a lover of my own nephew, as the encounters that followed would prove. Continued