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We left the vineyard as evening fell.

We walked back a short distance to the car, my body floating. Fully satisfied Aunt Kate having drained my balls.

We drove the winding road back into Florence and did not speak a word.

The warm night air on our faces as we drive back home.

Uncle Tony there to meet us as we came in the door.

“Hello, where have you two been?”

I was half worried what to say. But Aunt Kate took the lead.

“We drove to Siena this afternoon.”

“Ahh Siena, mama mia, a beautiful place no? Did you enjoy the scenery?”

He asked me.

The carefree life. He never suspected a thing. Little did he know.

That night we had dinner and Aunt Kate and I looked at one another throughout the meal. It was our little secret. Uncle Tony clueless of the things that had happened between us. Only hours before the secrets we shared. The secrets we kept.

Her foot found my leg under the table. She had slipped her sandals onto the floor. As she ran her naked foot up and down my leg.

As we all three dined together. And we drank the wine.

Her foot finding its way to my crotch. As she ran her toes up and down my shaft. Feeling my hard-on and as she smiled at me. As she played and toyed, and sipped her wine.

Uncle Tony oblivious to it all. Talking incessantly of his day. Sharing his meaningless stories as she and I shared another moment.

Such a thrill. His babbling on as she and I stole glances. As I felt her soft foot on my cock.

I reached under the table and massaged her foot. She had laid it in my my lap. We danced and we played right in front of him. Right under the table having fun with out him. Having fun at his expense.

Our little secret.

I was dying to be alone with her again.

But that night he fucked the shit out of her as I laid in my bed. And their sounds filled the house. She carried on loudly with exuberance. I think she wanted me to hear. She had to have known I would hear. Their room just across the hall.

It was no coincidence.

Her loud moans as he fucked her hard. She grunted as he mounted and filled her. And slammed her body hard on to the bed. Over and over, as she let him have his way.

I masturbated to the sounds. To her display, the show she put on for my advantage. I laid in my torment. Wishing I was the one to make her feel those things. Wishing I was the one to make her make those sounds.

She sounded totally different when I fucked her.

And then Uncle Tony came down with force. Flipping the script. Slamming down on her. Fucking her senseless. All she could do moan and cry out. Over and over as he railed her. As he rode her. Never heard a woman squeal so hard.

Tony’s big fat Italian cock fucking Aunt Kate into a puddle of sweat and cum.

I came as they came, shooting my load into the air at the very moment when their love making was intense. And as they subsided, so did it.

Laying in my filth.

My cum glistening in the moonlight. Seeping between my knuckles. I was floating as I drifted off to sleep.

Aunt Kate’s pretty face in my dreams.

I woke in the morning to a gorgeous day.

As was every day that I spent there with them. In their gorgeous home, in a gorgeous city, in a gorgeous country.

I could at all times sleep in.

Never in a rush.

Never any reason to push the narrative. Letting the story unfold as it may.

So was the life in a place like that. I was enjoying the good life.

Uncle Tony gone again. Off at work. Leaving me home alone with Aunt Kate.

His pretty American wife.

She was so pleasant in the mornings.

“Good morning sleepyhead.”

She at all times called me that. Every morning. She was an early riser.

“Good morning Aunt Kate.”

Shit! She hates when I call her that! Too late.

She rolled her eyes.

“Good morning. Are you hungry?”

She made me a nice breakfast and coffee as I watched her prance about the kitchen. Her flimsy robe and fuzzy slippers. I couldn’t be certain but it did not look like she was wearing anything under her housecoat.

We spoke as I ate and sipped my coffee.

“So… uncle Tony…”

“Yes, what about him?”

“You don’t think he would ever know?”

“Tony, no relax, let me take care of Tony.”

“Okay.”

I smiled.

“What?”

She asked. I blushed. She must have seen the happiness plastered across my face. I was so happy and fulfilled. Thinking over and over being up inside Aunt Kate. And looking into her gorgeous face as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

She could see it.

“Are you thinking about last night?”

“Yes. And then last night with Uncle Tony…”

“Me too. It was wonderful wasn’t it?”

“Wait, what about Uncle Tony?”

“I don’t know, I heard the two of you.”

“And….?”

“And I don’t know part of me is worried.”

“Worried about what?”

She asked.

“I’m worried if I can please you.

A soft little chuckle.

“You already did silly.”

“I hope so. But the way you sounded last night with Uncle Tony…”

“Listen your Uncle Tony is a big man. So when he fucks me, it is one way. But the way you fucked me last night… something totally different.”

“Better?”

I had to know.

“Yes… no…. Maybe? I don’t know. It was different.”

She opined.

“Different how?”

I asked.

She came around the table. Her housecoat spreading enough that I could see she did not have anything on underneath. No question about it.

She held out her hand and I stood up.

She looked up at me.

“I still cannot get over how tall you have gotten.”

She stared up in amazement. I don’t think she ever quit telling me that.

I tugged on the the belt of her housecoat. Playfully, I untied it. She let it happen. Clumsily, she let me do it.

Her robe fell to the floor and she was naked in front of me.

Her looking up at me so gorgeous.

“I’m going to show you how special you are.”

She fell to her knees.

She had my cock out and in her hands within seconds.

So masterful in her control.

She played with it. She shook it around. She jerked it, filling it up.

It stood erect. Aching to be inside of a warm wet place. Her cunt, or her mouth, my cock spasmed.

I yearned.

As she told me the methods I was different from Uncle Tony. As she sucked my cock right there at the kitchen table.

We were not able to make it out of the room before we dove into our perversion that morning.

Not even nine a.m. and Aunt Kate is on her knees.

“I love your cock.”

She kissed up and down the shaft. She licked the spot between my balls and my shaft.

“But Uncle Tony is bigger, isn’t he?”

She giggled. She looked up as she lapped at my balls.

As she licked the spot between my scrotum and my asshole.

“Yeah, he is. Does that bother you?”

“I told you he has the biggest cock I have ever seen.”

“I don’t think you told me that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. But yes he is long and girthy. So yeah when he fucks me, I feel it.”

“Boy does he make sure I feel it.”

She spoke her filth between licks on my balls, licks and nibbles up and down my shaft, she teased me with her words.

“But you have the pretties smoothest cock I have ever seen…. ever tasted.”

She devoured my cock head, then slid her mouth down on my shaft.

Muffling her whore words with a cock half in her mouth.

“So long and smooth. Tastes so sweet. Ummm.”

I’m hanging on as she alternates between sucking my cock and fucking my mind with her words. As she tells me how I feel different from Uncle Tony.

Between her whoreish slurps and sucks.

She speaks to me.

“You get me off differently… in other methods…. I feel a tension with you….”

Breathing her words between her sucking.

“Different how?”

I ask her again.

“It’s different… I dunno… I drip before you ever touch me.”

She spoke the truth.

I had felt it too.

Aunt Kate. The insatiable American housewife in Italy. A pampered little slut wife. On her knees with nephew’s cock down her throat.

Confessing her whore feelings. The depths of her perversion.

At nine a.m. A hard cock in her throat, her cunt dripping.

With her whore babble.

Gushing over me. Her own flesh and blood.

“And I love how hard your cock gets. Long and smooth, hard as a rock. I don’t know if I have ever seen Tony this hard?”

I wanted to explode into her mouth. As she sucked me down at compared me to her husband. My own uncle.

She sounded like some TV mom, so matter of fact. Giving me the run down as she slurped on my swollen knob.

I was leaking. About to pop.

She knew I was there.

“Umm baby. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum.”

Those slutty words pushing me over the edge. As I blasted into the back of her throat. Deep in arousal I slung thick wads into the back of her throat.

She eagerly swallowed it down. Tightening her lips, gripping my shaft and cockhead, so not a drop was spilled.

Not a drop that did not rest in her belly.

But we were just getting started. It was a brand new day.

I had found a goddess in a gorgeous place. A beauty of a woman to take pleasure in. And she did in I.

We should all be so lucky. To float on the plane of pleasure never meant to be. A place we should not go. A shaded path hidden except from those who choose to see it. Leading us to a fruit we should not taste.

But we take and we taste with such eagerness. So weak in our resilience against temptation.

Later that morning I fucked Aunt Kate in her bed. In the bed she shares with my uncle.

I could not help it. Or maybe I did not want to help it.

She made me promise to pull out of her as I came.

I had finished in a missionary position, I recall.

I had looked into her eyes and felt what she felt. While I was not as big as Uncle Tony. I filled her spaces in other methods. I could see the pure ecstasy and arousal on her face with my cock buried up in side her.

And I barely kept my wits. I was so tempted to blast my load up inside her in that second. But I pulled out and I sprayed it all over her belly.

And we laid.

Pillow talk.

Soft and intimate.

Words pouring out without warning. Spewing, attempting to hold my feelings for her inside.

“I love you.”

Shit! Where did that come from? You can’t say that!

My thoughts running wild.

She sighed and a hint of a laugh.

“You remind me of my first real boyfriend.”

Dangerous ground… we were both we going deep. Saying the things we dare not say.

She laid beside me. Head on my shoulder.

My mother’s little sister laying in sinful conversation.

I let her speak.

“You look like my first boyfriend. You have the same build. He was slim and tall like you. Handsome like you…. Nice hard cock like you.”

She poked me in the belly. Forcing me to giggle at her dirty little quip.

She continued in all seriousness.

“But the way he made me feel. The way he completed me. I was on edge for days and days. I came over and over whenever I was with him….

“That is how you make me feel. You remind me so much of him.”

“He took my virginity.”

I was just taking it in. My eyes wide as she bared her soul. As she spoke freely.

Aunt Kate spilling her sexual secrets.

Laying there on my chest.

My cock getting hard already.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

It was an intimate moment, so I spoke freely.

“How come you and Uncle Tony never had any kids?”

She was not phased. She answered, her head on my chest.

“We never worried about it all that much.”

“We figured it would happen when it happened.”

“And then it never did… so we just assumed it was not in the cards for us.”

“You never asked the doctors what it might be? What was the reason?”

“No we just assumed it was not meant to be.”

She answered.

Deep conversations, secrets.

We spoke of things we had never spoken of before.

Until it was time again.

Time for round one, round two, round three, or round four… who’s counting.

This is the good life.

No worries.

We need to relax and enjoy life.

I floated, not a care in the world, as her nails traced my abdomen. From my button down the trail to my cock.

She had seen him poking out.

Ready again for her.

Just like that, ready again!

That rock hard young cock, that made her so nostalgic.

We made love again.

And again, and again, and again…

Another gorgeous day, in a gorgeous city, in a gorgeous country.

An infinite summer that had to end.

It had to end.

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