I had all the time admired my Aunt Karen from afar, but I never imagined that our relationship would take an erotic turn. She was the perfect combination of sophistication and sex appeal, and her sultry demeanor had all the time captivated me. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back in silky waves, and her full lips were all the time painted with the perfect shade of crimson. I could never take my eyes off her, and I knew that she was aware of my infatuation.
It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that our relationship changed. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and Karen invited me over for dinner. As all the time, she looked stunning in a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body. I couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy as I watched her move effortlessly around the kitchen, preparing the meal.
As we sat down to eat, Karen poured us each a glass of red wine. I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body, and my heart began to race as she leaned in closer to me.
“You know, I’ve always thought that you were quite handsome,” she said, running her fingers through my hair.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as her touch sent tingles throughout my body. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I knew that I wanted her more than anything.
Karen leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” she murmured, “and I can’t help but feel that there’s a connection between us.”
I looked up at her, searching for any sign that this was a joke. But her eyes were dark and serious, and I knew that she was sincere.
As if drawn by an invisible force, I leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. Our tongues tangled together, and I felt her hands running down my body, pulling me closer to her.
We fell back onto the couch, and she straddled me, her dress riding up her thighs as she ground her hips against mine. I felt her hands start to undo my shirt, her fingers dancing delicately over my skin.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my neck.
I groaned in pleasure as she began to kiss and nibble at my ear. Her hands roamed over my chest, teasing and tugging at my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I wanted her so badly that I could hardly breathe, and I begged her to let me touch her.
Karen grinned wickedly, her eyes sparkling with lust.
“Of course, baby,” she purred, “I want you to touch me.”
I eagerly unzipped the back of her dress, my heart racing as I peeled it off her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts spilled out, heavy and ripe. I couldn’t withstand taking one in my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.
She moaned in pleasure, her hands still stroking my chest and stomach. I could feel her heat against me, and my cock throbbed with desire.
Karen pulled away from me, looking down into my eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
I nodded, never more certain of anything in my life.
In an instant, she had shed the rest of her clothes, and I was left staring at her naked body in awe. Her breasts were large and round, topped with dark, cherry-colored nipples, and her stomach was flat and toned.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured, running her fingers lightly over my erection. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
I couldn’t wait either, and I thrust myself upwards, slamming into her with all the force I could muster. She gasped in pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I began to move faster, pounding into her with abandon.
The sound of our moans filled the air, and I knew that we were both close to orgasm. I could feel the pressure building inside me, and I gritted my teeth, determined to give her everything I had.
With one final, powerful thrust, we both came together, our bodies writhing in pleasure. I could feel her pulsing around me, and I knew that this was just the beginning.
From that moment on, Karen and I were inseparable. We spent every moment together, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing the boundaries of what was socially acceptable. Our love was forbidden, but that only made it more exciting.
Now, years later, I still think of Karen every day, and I know that our love will never die. She was my first and only true love, and I will all the time cherish the memory of our sultry seduction.