My cute nephew, I finally gave in.

My name is Sophia, I'm 43 years old, I'm a lawyer. Never in my 21 years of marriage had I had any experience outside of marriage. I've always been a serious, unassuming, devoted wife and mother. For these reasons, what happened, even though it completely involved me, leaves me with uncomfortable feelings, such as fear, guilt and shame. In my law office we work among three professionals, one of whom is my older sister, Mariza, who lives in Canoas, a city near Porto Alegre, where I live. Mariza is 49 years old and the mother of three children: Pedro Junior, 28, Jordana, 24, and Vinícius, the youngest, 17. Some time ago, about six months ago, on a Sunday, in connection with our work, I went to spend the day at her house. My husband picked me up early in the morning and we spent the day working. Toward the end of the afternoon, my husband called to say that he was having difficulty picking me up, and we arranged for someone to take me home. Vinicius, my nephew, does not have a driver's license, but in his eagerness to drive he convinced Mariza and Pedro (my brother-in-law) that since it was Sunday and almost night, there would be no problems, and they eventually allowed it. It was destiny preparing the play that would apply to me. When we left, I could tell he was ecstatic about being able to drive. We started talking and he said that his age was a bad phase, because he already had knowledge of many things about life, but that the minority did not allow him to live. At first he talked about driving cars, traveling, about girlfriends and women in general, until he shot out, like an arrow, the sentence that almost made me faint from surprise and fright: I don't feel like a teenager anymore, Aunt Sophia, and the only thing that ties me to being a teenager is this fantasy I have with you, the nephew-to-aunt thing. I was puzzled: What do you mean, what kind of fantasy? - Sexual fantasy, Aunt Sophia. - What is it? And he started saying things about my body, especially my breasts and legs. I was frightened, unresponsive when I heard those words. I never imagined myself in that situation. Perhaps thinking that my silence was an endorsement he went on to make bolder claims, including saying that he masturbated while thinking about me: - Many times, Aunt Sophia, when I'm with Daiana and we're making out, I think it's you and not her. I remained paralyzed. Completely terrified by what she was hearing. At the entrance of the city of Porto Alegre there is an industrial district, mandatory passage for anyone coming from Canoas. As it was Sunday and night, the streets were absolutely deserted. He parked the car in a darker place and displaying a certain dread of the moment spoke: - Aunt Sophia, if you want I'll start the car and we'll go, but please don't tell Uncle Sergio and your mother about what happened, but I'd like to stay a minute and talk about it. All right, Vinicius, but hurry up, because you know how crazy everything you're saying means, so just say what you have to say, and then we'll go, and then we'll forget everything we've said, okay? Okay, Aunt Sophia, it's important for me to finish talking about this, and to be free to say what I have to say to you means a lot to me, especially because it means that even though I'm young, I'm mature enough to deal with situations like this, which is why I've stopped here, which is why I want to talk about everything. Mariza will worry about your delay, and I'm afraid of these dark, deserted streets. It's just that neither Daiana, nor Mirelle (my daughter), nor Dihoga (his cousin, the daughter of my other sister) who are cute of my age, nor any other girl of my age arouses in me the desires that you arouse in me. I couldn't look at him. A car passed us. I followed the car with my eyes, but one sentence made me stare at it with a mixture of indignation and surprise: - Your mouth, Aunt Sophia... a thousand times, hiding in the bathroom, I kissed your mouth... a thousand times I felt your lips kissing my chest... your tongue wet... my neck... my belly... my... I whispered... A thousand times, Aunt Sophia, in the silence of my room I have kissed your breasts... a thousand times I have long sucked on your breasts, caressing your legs, your thighs, your buttocks... a thousand times, Aunt Sophia, I have long enjoyed feeling your hands touch my hard, hot, throbbing member, which I myself massaged... a thousand times, Aunt Sophia, I have offended you with harsh and rude words... a thousand times, imagining you with my entire member in your mouth, I have called you a whore, a whore, a cocksucker. He turned off the radio that was playing softly an instrumental song and made a strange request: - Speak like that, aunt... speak like that... so I'll save the sound of your words and use it on my fantasy nights. - What do you want me to say, Vinícius? - Those words I said I imagined you saying... asking. I looked deep into his eyes and felt there was no disrespect in his request. There was a big daydream. Almost instinctively and automatically, the half voice, trying to give the intonation that I imagined he would like, looking at him firmly, I said: Fuck me, Vinicius, fuck me with your aunt's little dog. His eyes lit up, he blinked and he said, - How I wish you were really asking for it. repeat, aunt... repeat, please... fuck me, vinicius... fuck me aunt's little dog... I said it again. A Military Police car turned the corner, arousing my attention. I looked at my watch and saw that we had been there for almost half an hour. I asked to go. He started the car, stepped out and after a short interval of silence said something that confirmed my previous impression: Aunt, I want you to understand, there's not an ounce of disrespect in what I said to you, it's human nature, it's sex. He spoke in a polite way. Again, I was surprised by the way he handled the matter. Elegantly, like an adult. He went on: And if the fact that you're my aunt adds a great deal of eroticism to everything, my fantasy isn't just about that. The fact that you're older than me and married gives me a hard-on, but I'm also turned on by your brown face, your mouth, your breasts, your legs, your thighs, your hands... everything in your body that can be an instrument of sex and pleasure. I listened to it without understanding where that boy had learned to speak that way. At only 17 years of age, his words and reasoning were intelligent and cultured. Certainly the influence of Mariza, who was always intelligent and cultured and passed on to her son the habit of reading. He stopped at a sign, we were already on a busy street, and he said that he was going to ask for something, but that he had left it to ask when we were on a busy street to show me that he wasn't trying to force anything. I was a little upset because I thought that situation was coming to an end, but I still asked what it was... What he asked went like a whirlwind in my head, but he again was eloquent in his speech, enveloping me with arguments that led me to agree: - It's just that I have in my brain, Aunt Sophia, two things with which I can give more truth to my fantasies with you, the first of which you don't know, because I obtained without your knowledge... I made a curious face. - It's the image, aunt, the image of the lady in the bikini, I keep as a photograph, the times I saw you in the pool and on the beach, your legs, your thighs and your butt... the second lady gave me today... the sound. At first I didn't quite understand what he wanted, so I asked: What do you mean, Vinícius? To which he replied: - I wanted to touch you... to join the texture of your skin to the sound of your words and the sight of your body... Even though I felt that I was going too far, I agreed. He came back and took the road from where we had stopped about three blocks earlier. It was two or three minutes of silence. He parked and turned the car off. In the twilight, only the street light, on a pole a little far away, allowed me to see the expression of his face as he placed his hand on my face and, passing the Finger on my lip, said: - Aunt Sophia, today is the happiest day of my life... I gave her a slight smile and lightly kissed her hand, replying: - Then understand my situation and be quick. - Nice breasts . He was a little shaken up. He caressed my face, put his thumb back on my lips, braided my hair. He gently grabbed my earlobe, touched my neck with his palm. I was thinking far away... I didn't know what to make of that situation... I was trying to explain to myself why I allowed it, when he slid his hand over my shoulder and dropped the cuff of my dress, exposing my breasts completely. I mentioned lifting up the dress, but before I could do that he gently passed his palm over the beak of my breast and asked: - Can I do that? Without speaking, I nodded yes. For a few seconds he continued to caress the beak with the palm of his hand until, closing it, he squeezed my breast, which is quite voluminous. Perhaps from some expression on my face he asked me: - Did it hurt, aunt? - It's not... I answered with a trembling voice. The dialogue we had at that moment may have eliminated any fears he still had that I would react to his harassment: - Now, Vinicius, by looking and touching my breasts you will see why a 43-year-old woman cannot arouse more desires in you than Daiana, Mirelle and Dihoga, or girls their age. - Why is that? Because the breasts of girls between the ages of 16 and 20 are more beautiful than those of a woman my age, not to mention that I nursed Mirelle for almost two years. - Aunt, your breasts look like a girl's... She smiled, and with the other hand he reached down to the other hem of the dress, stroking both breasts at the same time. After a while, he held my face in his hands and asked: - Auntie, can I kiss your mouth? I didn't have time to say anything. He passionately kissed me in a way that had never been kissed before. We took a long time in a hot kiss. Just for a second, he stopped kissing me, to lift his shirt, so that he could rub his chest on my breasts. Out of control, he kissed my lips, my neck, until he came down and eagerly sucked my nipples. Forgive the redundancy, but it was really uncontrollably the way she kissed and nibbled and sucked my breasts... I was afraid I'd get scars. I asked him to stop. He kissed me gently for a few more seconds and looked at me: I can't believe I deserve all of this. I asked for it. - Just one more second, Aunt Sophia... may I caress your legs and thighs? It's been almost an hour since we left your house. - Uncle doesn't know what time we left... - But Mariza knows... - I have a lot of excuses to make to Mom and explain the delay. The last thing she's gonna think is that I'm late because I've been sitting here with the lady. That word sounded strange to me. I said to him: - Vinicius, that thing you said about "stuck with me", it made me feel funny... like a teenager. He put my leg in his lap, took off my shoes and stroked my foot, my ankle and was stroking my leg silently until it reached my thigh. That's when I made the biggest mistake of my life... As he stroked the top of my thigh, he gently brushed one of his fingers against my vagina. Without realizing what the gesture meant, I leaned back even more on the bench and made a slight opening of the legs and he evidently understood that I was desiring that caress. Without hesitation, he put his hand under my panties and I saw that he was surprised by something. I hadn't realized it myself, but I was in such a state of excitement, though unconscious, that my vaginal lubrication was enormous. I was totally soaked. Vinicius repeatedly passed his hand over my vagina, further increasing the lubrication and my excitement. When I was rehearsing some moves to accompany his hand he pulled it, completely wet, from the middle of my legs, smelled it and wet the tip of my nose with my own vaginal fluid, asked: - Aunt Sophia, does that mean you're not just being nice to me? - Of course, Vinícius. - What are you doing? - Are we going to a motel, Auntie? - No, Vinícius, that is not... - But you want to have fun? - I'm having fun, Vinícius... do a little more and let's go... we're taking too long... - So tell me that the lady wants some more... that she's enjoying it... that it's all right... - I told you, Vinícius... do a little more... and then we'll... Sensing that I was involved in the moment, he hastily unzipped my panties and then, without the hassle of his clothes, began massaging my vagina vigorously, interspersing the movements with his middle finger inside me, causing me to let out small inaudible whispers, clear displays of pleasure. I've never felt such a sense of physical pleasure. I was thinking about the madness I was committing, but the sex was stronger. You're going to kill me, you're going to drive me crazy. Without removing his finger from me, he moved closer to my body and, increasing the pace of his hand strokes, alternately kissed my breasts and my mouth... Don't suck my tits too hard. I realized that I was even adopting another vocabulary, until, shamelessly, I said: With your hand... on the bottle, Vinicius... on the bottle... deeper, Vinicius... I'm going to have an orgasm, Vinicius... do this to your aunt... Vinicius.... More.... Stronger.... There, my beloved son.... My beloved... May Mariza forgive us.... May Sergio forgive me... Strong... Strong... Rub it, Vinicius.... In the bottle... Aaii... The bottle... There.... It is delicious... There... So... Do... Aaiiii, Vinicius... Mirelle, my daughter.... Forgive me... My mother has gone mad.... Your cousin has gone mad... Aai, Vinicius.... It gives me pleasure.... It gives me pleasure.... I want to have pleasure... It makes my aunt laugh... It makes my aunt laugh... My son... Aaiiii... My dear Vinicius... Now... Seeing the car seat totally stained with my mockery struck me with despair. -Vinicius, look at the dirt. - Aunt, not hot. That car, you'll only use it tomorrow... when it's dry... and if it gets stained, I'll say I spilled beer or caught a cold. - All right, Vinícius, but don't forget to clean the car, though... it might still smell. Aunt Sophia, you're not the only woman in the world who has fun, if Mom and Dad notice anything, they'll think it was Daiana. I'd rather have sex with her than you. - I worry. I put my panties back on and asked her to leave. I had the impression that he would respond immediately, but he looked at me with begging eyes and asked if I did not deserve the same affection that he had given me. I asked him what he wanted, he pulled down the bermuda he was wearing, flashing his manly member before my eyes. Holding my hand, he said: - Here you are, aunt. I held it, and not knowing what to do I began a slow back-and-forth motion, as if I was masturbating him. When I touched it, I felt it the way he'd told me he felt it when he masturbated thinking about me: hard, hot, and throbbing. An erect mast, the glans pink and glowing, below a rigid stem of veins and blood. I've never held or looked at a penis that wasn't your uncle's. He held my head and pulled it against his lap. I tried to resist: - No, Vinicius, that is not... He ignored it and gently forced a little more on my head, until my face came closer to his limb. He rose a little from the car seat, causing the head of the limb to touch my lips. Without thinking what I was doing, I slipped my tongue around her and stuck it into that big, hot penis, ripping out a cool expression from Vinicius, But who showed all his excitement: What a boner, aunt... please don't stop sucking. That's what I did. I was sucking for a few minutes, until he himself took it out of my mouth and said: - Auntie, what's happening here is the realization of my most impossible fantasy... of my craziest wish... I wanted to put into practice everything I imagined when I masturbated thinking about you. - What more do you want, Vinícius? - I want to be able to say those kind of aggressive things that I imagined I would say to you. I was comforted to see that even after all the freedoms I had allowed, he still had respect for me. - Speak, Vinicius, you may speak. It was as if all that boy's voluptuousness was pouring over me at that moment: - Then swallow that dick, you shameless bitch. - Suck your nephew's dick, you common tramp. - You whore, you cocksucker. I felt his joy close. - Are you going to make fun of my mouth, Vinícius? - I'll go, aunt, or the lady wants something else. There was a moment's silence, and then he spoke again. - Say something, Aunt Sophia. - What is it? The sentence was ready... he himself had glued it to my head. Fuck me, Vinicius, fuck me with your aunt's little dog. - Don't joke, aunt... say something that the lady really wants... Fuck me, Vinícius, fuck me, you little puppy of my aunt. - I want you to say something you're really wanting. - Isn't that what you wanted to hear from me, really? Fuck me, Vinicius... fuck me, aunt's little dog... I'm telling you the truth... He gets up quickly and with determined gestures makes me lie down on the reclining bench. He took off my panties again, lifted up my dress, opened my legs and, with his hard, hot, throbbing limb, he placed himself between them. For the first time in my life I was being penetrated by a man other than my husband. For the first time, my vaginal cavity contained a penis that did not belong to the man I married. It was the craziest time I've ever had. Between kisses and obscene words we made movements that further increased the sensation of carnal pleasure we felt. That little car was being the alcove for the most mind-blowing sex scene I ever thought I'd be in. He was trying to swat my insides with strong, firm punches. Every punch seemed to tear my vagina apart. Our movements were hurrying, until after a thrust he let out a howl: - Huunnrrr... aunt... I'm just playing with you... - Enjoy, Vinícius... enjoy everything inside the aunt... not stop... not stop... more... loudly... I felt your ejaculation inside of me. We had a long, deep orgasm. He leaned back in the driver's seat and I was afraid he'd fall asleep. I asked you to put your clothes on so we could go. I got dressed, too. As I put on my panties, I could feel the semen dripping down my thighs. But now it was too late to think about how to clean it all up. It would be worse if we took longer. We didn't even use condoms. I made a comment. Although reporting doesn't seem like it, it was all very quick. No more than 15 or 20 minutes. But that short space of time was enough for a long journey of eroticism and sexuality. In my quiet life as a married woman, faithful wife and devoted mother, I could never imagine the delirium of a forbidden pleasure, of a sinful orgasm. It is true, as I said at the outset, that my feelings about what happened are confused and at times uncomfortable. The fear of being found out, the regret, the guilt, the shame, sometimes it weighs on me. But it's also true that I've known sensations I never imagined existed. The lust, the voluptuousness and the libidinousness that characterize this unusual relationship between aunt and nephew escaped my control because they were moments of great lust and sensuality, which gave me, as I said before, deep and lasting orgasms, full of joy and pleasure. I know there's no justification for what I did, but it's how I explain to myself what it took for a loyal wife, a devoted mother, an honorable and serious lady, to adopt the The behaviour of a lecherous, shameless and permissive prostitute. Continued