I had a dream that he dreamed of part four.

The other day I went to the office normally. There were some things I could take care of from home but even and I decided to go out and clear my head. It was not easy to organize ideas for the tasks you intended. A whirlwind of thoughts and sensations went back and forth to my head, as something reminded me of what was happening. Casually or not, I put on that afternoon the same dress I wore when it all started, in the car, on that deserted street. So several times, interspersing with what I was doing, I was analyzing the body. Then I'd leave work behind and lift up my dress, look at my legs, my thighs, touch my own breasts, trying to find out what kind of enchantment I could have awakened that young man, used to living with girls at least 25 years old unless I did. Would it be something of my skin, of my smell, of my physical outline? Or would it be the eroticism of the situation, because I am older than him, because I am married, or because I am, after all, what is more shocking, his aunt??? Although the answer had no practical meaning in the face of the facts, I wondered what was moving your libido: having sex with a woman who, despite being older, aroused a physical attraction or the simple fantasy of having sex with her aunt... What about me? What kind of sexuality game was I involved in?? What detour had made me get out of my way as a mature woman, mother, wife and aunt to be a permissive mistress of my own nephew, a teenager less than half my age???? Later, at about eight o’clock in the evening, when my husband and daughter arrived, the family atmosphere further weighed the situation created and lived. The dinner, the soap opera, the comments about the events of the day...everything...always interrupted by the sudden image of what I had lived there in that room. Before I went to bed, the movie went all over my head. For three days we had no contact, until Friday, about 2 p.m. my cell phone called and recognized my sister's home number. We kept the following dialogue, which made it very clear that we no longer had secrets about each other's desire: - Hi, auntie, it's me... I couldn't call you before because during the week Mom gave me a hard time doing a lot of things for her. But won't you think I've forgotten... I'm dying... and you? - Andre, my son... I don't know if we had to put an end to this madness... - Aunty, you know, I don't want to force anything... but after all we've done... We don't have to take any chances. Now, for example, Mom and Dad went to Grandma's house in Caxias, Adriana to Alexandre's house (my niece's boyfriend) and I'm alone here...I'm going to stay here all afternoon...alone...come here...we've already stayed at your house...come on, so we can stay here...now... - What? No, my son... would risk too much... no... - What? Then pick me up near home. I can't stop thinking about it. I still smell your ass on my dick. I want it again. Don't you feel like it anymore? - Andre, go to the stop after the super, so I don't have to go too close to your house... in 20 minutes I'll be there. We were taking one more step. Every time we met, it was the result that he came to me; now I was proposing to seek him again. I was leaving my job, and I was going to look for sex with him. This, of course, made me realize that things were taking on enormous proportions. In a few minutes I was at the arranged location. We're heading for an existing motel nearby. We went in and before we entered the apartment we spent a few minutes in the car, reliving the scenes of the first day. Since the garage of the apartment was closed, we could turn ourselves in to many caresses. I felt the oral sex in the car turned him on a lot, and so did I. -...aah, aunty... what a good thing....suck, aunty... suck my dick... We stayed a few minutes, but I was too curious to come in. I've never been in a motel room before. It was not luxurious, but well decorated, with mirrors everywhere, round bed and a very short orchestrated music. He raised the volume of the radio and we bonded. We started a dance and, piece by piece, we went undressing. He lowered my panties at the same time as he lowered his bathing suit. When she bares herself, her limb, hard, erect, throbbing and warm jumped into my eyes. I was almost kneeling, with my face at the height of his waist, so that to approach his limb from my lips he just put a slight pressure on my head against his body. I turned myself in to the most liberal sexual practice I ever imagined capable of. I never thought that after living married so many years would allow me such behavior. I kissed, sucked, or as you will certainly prefer readers, sucked, licked, swallowed deeply, until I touched my throat. I licked the glans, the back, the testicles, and I said things, erotizing much more the moment: I'll make you see little stars, my beloved boy. - It's okay. So do it, auntie... suck my dick hard... suck, auntie... suck... suck... suck... you're too much... aunty... - You like it, honey? - Auntie knows you like it. Aunt's beloved, - Tia, turn on the TV, put it on the porn... I went to bed to reach the television set and he held me by the waist, licking my thighs, my buttocks until his tongue lodged in the middle of my legs, in... well, since I was willing to report so much I will do it in proper language his tongue began to gently lick my pussy. Continuously, he'd run his tongue through his vagina and anus, while with his hands he'd suggest that I roll slightly. When I tuned the porn channel, the scene was this: two blonde women had sex with a black man. They both sucked his dick sexy. Deep down, an erotic song. I started rolling around in the music bar... - I'm gonna take a tongue bath in your pussy and your ass. - Andre... the aunt can't take it anymore... And throwing me in bed, I called him in for penetration. -... come on, my little boy... come on, auntie's sweet... fuck me André, fuck me auntie's puppy... I can't describe what happened. They were moments of extreme luxury, eroticism and excitement. The voluptuousness of the way it penetrated me gave me a sense of pleasure never felt. Again that game of movements, the friction of the bodies and especially that penis introduced up to the last centimeter. ..I felt him all inside me.... We've tried several positions. I was comfortable, I felt safe at the motel, and I was able to totally release my libido. Imitating the porn scene, I made him lie on his back and literally sat on his limb, which with the weight of my body was penetrating quickly, until it hit the bottom of me. Madly, insanely, I rolled, moved, so... so much so that I had the impression of pulling it out of the place. But he remained there, hard, rigidly hard, until taken by an uncontrollable pleasure I felt orgasm approach. I screamed, I screamed like crazyaaaaaaaaaaaah, Andre...do...do it stronger. ...fuck...fuck in the back. ...fuck that bitch of your aunt...fuck my boy...fuck my puppy. ...ooooooooooooo! - ...that, aunty... that bitch... bitch... move... feel the fucking... feel shameless bitch. I'm gonna come too, aunty... I'm gonna fill that pussy with fucking... move... It wasn't just an orgasm. It was a torrent. In the moments when I was having orgasm I traveled through heaven, hell, everywhere a woman can extract joy, pleasure. For a few minutes we were silent, listening only to the moaning and the music of the porn movie. Indeed, sex with him put me out of my senses: it had been two hours that we were there. I got up and went to take a shower. I could smell a lot of sperm, which I wasn't used to. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and when I got in the box, he came along. Imagine the reaction he might have, I started soaping and washing his penis. Soon it got hard again. I was desperate for the anal, which hadn't happened yet, so I covered it with foam and turned my back. He understood my intention and after some brush strokes on the buttocks and the anal orifice, began a slow penetration, which with the help of foam was delicious...very delicious...light and pleasant. - Oh, my little boy... go deep... go... So fast and still stocked that soon we're on our way to a new orgasm. The feeling of anal penetration combined with the masturbation he was doing on my clitoris produced a sense of enormous pleasure that quickly made me come...go....like I never imagined. -aiii....mimoso...deep fuck......do more for you....aiii....oiiii....the aunt will come, my little love...do...faaazzhhunnn..... I'm gonna put some milk in your ass. Hey... bitch... move your bitch ass. ...move bitch...move bitch...move to suck ass...taking it up your ass and enjoying it. Take it, bitch. Take it up your ass. Until we couldn't resist and poured the liquid of pleasure that all had produced. The mild soreness that remained was the trophy I kept with me for the rest of the day. At night, at home, watching the TV before bed, I still felt the afternoon reflexes. Before I lay down, when I passed an ointment, I felt that the orifice was dilated and incredibly, although in the family room, I felt like feeling that phallus again devastating my anus. Among all the absurd things that I had been doing with André, the one that impressed me the most and most baffled me with regard to my permissiveness and lack of modesty, undoubtedly adherence to anal intercourse. I can't explain it, but that feeling of being invaded and humiliated by my nephew caused me a moral pain that turned me on. To my surprise, the next day André called around noon, as soon as my daughter left for school and my husband left for work. I told him his uncle had gone to visit a client in another town and that he would only be home at night. He told me he knew that and that's why he was calling. I felt chills and my belly froze at that moment, but I didn't make a move. You said you could pick him up in case he wanted to stay home or if he wanted to. - Let me come over, Tia. I wore shorts, with which I intended to present the “visit”. It wasn't for the least. He barely entered the room and the first thing he did was look at my thighs and say, - Oh, my God, Aunty. It was enough for me to turn red like a pepper. But I didn't have to say anything. We both knew what brought him to my house that afternoon. We approached slowly, he wrapped me around the waist and we kissed madly. His tongue sought mine inside my mouth, as his hands went through my thighs, my buttocks, my breasts, until he entered my panties and touched me, moistening me completely. His kiss was calming down, the same pace he played with his firm fingers my clitoris. Every time your tongue advanced into my mouth, your finger touched me with greater skill. In a quick gesture, he opened my blouse and twiddled my boobs... Your voracious mouth nibbled at my nipples leaving me completely out of my mind. In another quick gesture, he opened the beam of my shorts that fell at my feet, leaving me only in my panties. He slowed down and licked my thighs and groins first. Gently removed her panties and managed to penetrate her tongue until she touched my vaginal lips. At this point we thought of nothing but to let our desires speak. He leaned me on the couch and with a footprint of shaking any woman penetrated slowly, but decidedly. Though he was facing him, he could see the expression of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. It's just that on the wall in front of me there was a huge mirror, which reflected the living room of my house, where it appeared in the foreground. In fact, in the foreground, I would show up. I, his aunt, his mother's sister, his uncle's wife, his cousin's mother... Me, today, your lover. He noticed my look, lowered his doll and murmured in my ear: -Since that day in the car, back in Canoas, I dreamed of being the "man" of this house... We enjoyed it abundantly and when Andrew took his member I was ecstatic... I felt very woman like I never felt!! At that moment I felt that I could no longer live without it, that life without such a man had no meaning... But if I was a woman, I kept thinking about what I was doing to our family. It was around 17.00, we'd been there for three hours when I was scared. Sergio should be coming back. Andre never forced himself to stay longer and whenever I asked him to go, he immediately agreed. Fortunately he put my safety above all else, even our desires. We dress and say goodbye, lovingly. I trembled with emotion when he said: “See you soon, my love”. I still walked him out the window until he disappeared at the nearest street bend. In the shower, again I wondered what moved that boy about me. Naked, in the bathroom, he looked at me in the mirror and heard the echo of the words he had said a few hours before, when he came and looked at me: My god aunt... what a woman!! I was lost in those thoughts when my phone rang. It was my husband, warning that something had happened and that the negotiation he was conducting in the neighboring city should continue until the other day. Although the distance between the cities was small, he preferred to stay there, to restart activities the first hour of the next morning, and also to enjoy the night and take the businessman with whom he was negotiating for dinner, which would surely help in the contract. By hanging up the phone, my legs were shaking. The feeling was that I was crossing all the boundaries and concepts that a married woman should have as a moral parameter, because as soon as I learned that my husband would spend the night away I immediately called André. Without thinking about anything else that wasn't going to appease that huge desire that consumed us, I proposed to him that he make an excuse for his parents to my house at dawn when my daughter was asleep. Without thinking much about the consequences, we agreed that when my daughter came to your room I would make a phone call. He shouldn't be answering. It would be the sign that the path was “open” to him. We agreed that when he was near my house, he would ring the phone and I would wait for him in the garage outside the main house, and thus protected from any eventuality with his daughter. I kept thinking I was sorry he'd arrange to leave the house at night. That might be a big risk to me, but the voluptuousness was so much that I didn't think to give up the date. Around 10:00, my daughter gave me a kiss and went to her room. I followed her to the top floor of the house and I could hear when she locked the door and called Tv. I made the call, let it ring a few times, and when he answered, I hung up. The signal was given and received. From experience, I knew it wouldn't take him more than 15/20 minutes to get here. I left my phone in vibrating mode and put myself properly to wait for it. I wore a black penhoar, long to the ankle, but transparent, on a corset with bodice corset and feel alloy, which I had bought on a trip, intending to please my husband, but realizing that he did not like that kind of fetish, I kept it in the bottom of a drawer. I never imagined that one day it would show its usefulness. My heart froze when I saw the phone ringing little. I sneaked out the service area, and already in the yard I triggered the remote control that opened a small gap in the gate, through which he entered, looking to the sides, not knowing where to go. The moonless night was conducive to our adventure. I could see him because of the street light, when the gate opened the little crack, but he certainly couldn't see me. I walked in the direction I thought I was in, and when I was a few meters away from him, I reached out, a gesture to which he immediately corresponded. In the back of my residence there's a laundry. I considered it a safe place for that madness, and I pulled it by the hand. He followed me in a hurry. I was groping the wall until I found the door. We went in, I closed the door from the inside, with the corresponding key, and I turned on a cell phone key, which barely illuminated the environment. I saw him... he saw me... He was hallucinated when, against the light, he realized what I was wearing and the transparency of the pruning. You pulled me through my hips. His warm, sweaty hands by the nervousness of the situation ran all over my body and felt in his pants what really I could awaken in a man. He'd already come down his mouth from my neck to my breasts and squeeze my buttocks tightly, when I took it by the hand again and took it a room in the back of the laundry, which served as a maid's quarters. He stood there, ecstatic at the door, not understanding, because he thought we'd stay by the garage or the balcony. From a rip I pulled him inside, pulled the pruning and let him delight in the vision of my body dressed only with the corset I told Sergio's phone call. I took the initiative to put my hands between your legs and feel your stiff limb. I went down the zipper and, as expected, his limb was a rock so rigid and pulsating in my hand. I knelt in front of him, smelling his crotch, practicing small licks on the periphery and finally swallowing every inch of that hard object. Standing up and squirming and controlling not to scream, André held my head and my hair and low moaning: - Mama Tia, mama... Mad with enthusiasm at the sight of that boy/man all manly at my disposal, I instinctively decided to do something that I've never done in my whole married life... leave a man ejaculate in my mouth. Seeing, though in the penumbra, Andrew with each suction became stiffer and with the bigger head, I stripped myself of any shame or modesty and asked. A perverted madwoman: -...give auntie milk, André...fill auntie's mouth... It wasn't long before that hot, thick liquid invaded my mouth, involved my tongue and my teeth, but I lacked the courage to swallow. I got up in a hurry and spit in the toilet of the maid. When I came back, Andre was recovering from the recent orgasm. He greeted me with a kiss, more tender than sensual, but soon his lips came down to my breasts. He put me on the bachelor bed serving the maid, and when I thought he was going to penetrate me, he got rid of my panties and touching my clitoris with one hand, he started licking and kissing my anal ring at the same time. It stayed like this for long minutes, making me feel an indescribable feeling. It seemed that the fire of a thousand hells had lit in my bowels. My will was to scream like crazy, but my neighbors, my daughter, were a hindrance that I couldn't avoid. The horny feeling of that boy/man behind me was taking such intense proportions that when I saw him I was in a whirlwind of joy and contractions so mind-blowing that I practically fainted. When I realized it, André was hugging me, spooning me, smelling my neck and caressing my thighs. As much as it was my orgasm, that whole intimacy situation, like we were a normal couple, it made me feel like the happiest woman on earth that night. I realized that André felt the same way because his limb grew between my legs. Of course, it slipped down my thigh, until it touched the vaginal lips. Holding my breasts with his firm hands, Andre was looking for penetration into light stabs. The bed we were wearing is under a window and then I decided to get on my knees and lean on the windowsill, looking at the darkness of the night, outside asking: - Come on, Andre fucks Aunt Alexia, my hot puppy... Assembled in me like a wild foal, André held on to my hips and took deeper and deeper stabs. Not by a long shot had I been such a woman in my entire life. And it seemed that André wanted to make me feel even more woman, murmuring all the time: - that female you are Aunt Alexia... What a spectacular woman... What a hot bitch... full goddess... Taking advantage of the position and wanting my nephew to enjoy everything I had to offer him, he made libidinous requests that increased the eroticism of the moment. That risky, promiscuous situation didn't seem real. My daughter sleeping the sleep of angels in the main house, my husband traveling to work and my manly nephew filling me all in the same bed that until that day only the maids had occupied. I felt a mixture of shame and pleasure, but at the same time I found myself the hottest woman in the world, being so ardently possessed by that wonderful boy/man, full of beam, who gave me so much pleasure... A pleasure I didn't even know was possible. The memory that my daughter was a hundred feet from there increased my lust. I wondered how you'd feel if you knew that that night your cousin was having sex with her mother on employee duty. Exhausted, after orgasms, we decided it was time to end the party. I called an Uber and we said goodbye. He gave me a long kiss, asked me to go to the gate with him. We looked at each other like a couple in love... He left and barely slept the rest of the night. Lying down, tired and nervous, thinking about recent facts. Having opened my home, in a neutral place like the service area, to the follies with André while my husband was traveling and my daughter was sleeping in the main house, clearly showed me that I was involved in the atmosphere of eroticism, seduction and lust that my nephew had introjected in me, despite the irresponsibility that this represented. But it was something superior... something very strong, which I couldn't help.