It was a hot summer day when I went to my aunt’s house. The sun was scorching and the heat was unbearable. I had just come back from my school and was taking a break at my aunt’s place. She was my mother’s sister and had at all times been a kind and caring person. She lived alone in a big house and had recently invited me to come over and stay with her for a few days.
I arrived at her house in the early afternoon and was greeted by a smiling face. She hugged me tight and welcomed me into her home. She was wearing a short skirt that accentuated her long, smooth legs and a tight blouse that exposed her ample cleavage. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she looked. She had at all times been a gorgeous woman, but today she seemed to radiate a certain charm that I had never seen before.
The first day went by uneventfully. We spent time catching up on each other’s lives and I helped her around the house. She cooked delicious meals for me and we had a great time together. However, as the day progressed, I started noticing some subtle changes in her behavior. She would often look at me with a strange glint in her eyes, and her touches became more intimate than usual. I brushed it off as my imagination and didn’t think much of it.
That night, I went to bed early, exhausted from the day’s activities. I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when I heard a knock on the door. It was my aunt. She came in and sat down on the edge of my bed. She looked at me intensely and said, “Tom, can I ask you something personal?” I nodded, not sure what to expect.
“I know it may sound strange, but I have a confession to make,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I have been having these feelings lately, and I don’t know how to deal with them.”
I looked at her, confused. “What feelings?” I asked.
She took a deep breath and said, “Desire, Tom. Forbidden desire. Desire for you.”
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own aunt was confessing her love for me. It was a fantasy that I had never even considered. But now that it was being presented to me, I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that ran through my body.
“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. “I mean, you’re my aunt, and this is just crazy.”
“I know it’s crazy,” she said, a hint of desperation in her voice. “But I can’t help the way I feel. I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s too strong. Please, Tom, help me.”
I looked at her, and I could see the longing in her eyes. The moment felt surreal, but at the same time, it was incredibly erotic. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.
I reached out and took her hand. “Okay,” I said. “We can try to make this work. But we have to keep it a secret. No one can know about this.”
She nodded, a relieved smile on her face. “Thank you, Tom. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
And so, our secret affair began. We spent the next few days exploring each other’s bodies in every way imaginable. My aunt was a passionate lover, and she knew exactly what to do to make me feel fulfilled. She was attentive to my every need, and I reciprocated in kind, making sure she reached the heights of pleasure with every touch.
But even as we explored our forbidden love, there was at all times an underlying feeling of guilt and shame. We knew what we were doing was wrong, and it made our encounters even more tantalizing. The risk factor added an extra element of excitement that made our lovemaking all the more intense.
One night, as we lay in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, my aunt leaned in close to my ear. “Tom,” she whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”
“What surprise?” I asked, intrigued.
She got up from the bed and walked over to the closet. She took out a pair of silk stockings and a lacy, black garter belt. My jaw dropped at the sight of them. I had never considered the idea of my aunt wearing lingerie before, but now that I saw the sultry items in front of me, I was intrigued.
“Put them on,” she said, holding out the stockings and garter belt. “Just for me.”
I hesitated for a moment, but then the desire took over. I stood up and put on the stockings and garter belt. My aunt looked at me with approval. “You look so sexy,” she said, running her hands over my body.
And then she did something that I had never expected. She got down on her knees and started to suck me off. Her mouth was warm and wet, and I moaned with pleasure as she took me into the depths of her throat. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have my own aunt pleasuring me like this.
She continued to suck me until I was close to climax. She stopped just in time, and then climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She lifted her skirt up and revealed that she too was wearing stockings and a garter belt. My cock throbbed with anticipation as she lowered herself down on me, taking me all the way inside her.
When we finally reached our climax, we both screamed out in ecstasy, our bodies shaking with the force of our release.
Afterwards, my aunt and I lay in bed, exhausted but satisfied. We knew that what we were doing was dangerous, but we couldn’t help but continue on the path we had set ourselves on. We had searched for each other’s pleasure and had found it in each other’s arms.
But as the sun rose on a new day, we knew that our seductive secrets would have to remain just that – secrets kept forever hidden from the world.