The Night My Aunt Took Me to the Dark Sea

I had just turned nineteen and had failed half my classes. My mother was fed up with me and my father was threatening to kick me out, so at the end of June they decided to send me away for a while with her brother, my uncle Honorio, who lived in luxury on the coast and ran a transport business. He had money to spare.

I hadn’t seen him in five years. I got on a bus with a single suitcase and, during the trip, thought about everything I was leaving behind: my friends, the nights of cheap beer, and a handful of girls who had never been enough for the desire I always carried around.

I got off at Caldemar station and the smell of salt hit me at once. Honorio was waiting beside a huge blue sports car, with a thick mustache and a smile that seemed too big for his face.

“My favorite nephew!” he shouted, crushing me in a hug that nearly cracked a rib. “And don’t call me uncle, fuck’s sake, you’re not a kid anymore. Call me Honorio.”

We got into the car. On the way he told me, without my asking a thing, that he had separated a couple of years earlier and now lived with a woman much younger than him.

“You’ll like the town,” he said, glancing at me with a crooked smile. “People here know how to enjoy life.”

The gated community had a guard and stone walls. The house was two stories, with a pool, a garden, and a wicker porch. When we walked into the living room, two women got up to greet me and I froze in place.

“Let me introduce you to Yamila, my partner, and her mother, Dolores,” Honorio announced, amused by my dumbfounded face.

Yamila was a curvy mixed-race beauty with impossible curves, wearing a tight spaghetti-strap dress stretched over a body that didn’t seem real, big breasts straining the fabric and a round ass that seemed to move on its own when she walked. Her mother, Dolores, a little shorter and broader through the hips, had that full, striking beauty of women who have learned how to use it. Both kissed me on the cheek and I noticed they lingered a second too long.

“What a handsome boy,” Dolores said, and Honorio burst out laughing.

We went out to the garden to have a beer. As soon as we were alone, my uncle leaned toward me.

“You can look at Yamila, but you can’t touch,” he warned me, still smiling. “As for the mother-in-law, do whatever you want. She’s as lonely as they come and she likes it well enough. She sucks like an angel, I’m telling you.”

I laughed without really knowing what to say. Honorio was as blunt as a punch to the face. Before I could answer, his phone rang. He spoke for a moment and hung up.

“That was Marina, my daughter. She’s coming over to see you. She’s going to kidnap you for the rest of the day.”

***

I barely remembered my cousin Marina. The last time we were together we were kids, and now she showed up as a tall, slim woman, with short hair streaked red and a smile that never stayed still. She gave me two kisses, looked me up and down, and announced we were leaving.

As soon as the car doors closed, she let out what she had been holding in.

“I can’t stand those two. My mother’s waiting for you—she’s dying to see you.”

Her house, near the beach, was much more modest than Honorio’s, but it had a garden that opened straight onto the sand. And there, with a glass of wine in her hand and a wide-brimmed hat on her hair, was my aunt Elena.

When she got up to greet me, I lost the thread of what I was going to say. I remembered her as a discreet woman, almost invisible. The woman standing in front of me looked nothing like that memory. The summer dress clung to a full body, with generous breasts and broad hips, and showed off legs that ended in platform sandals. Her brown hair had golden highlights and her eyes smiled before her mouth did.

“Look at you!” she exclaimed, filling my face with kisses. “You’ve turned into such a handsome man.”

“Thanks, Auntie. You’re… gorgeous.”

She held my gaze a second longer than was normal.

The three of us ate in the garden. I told them about my disastrous school year with just enough flair to make them laugh, and at some point Elena started talking about her separation. There was no bitterness in her voice, more a kind of relief.

“Deep down it did me good to wake me up,” she said, giving my thigh a pat. “Now I go out, I laugh, I treat myself once in a while.”

The word “treat” seemed to hang on her lips. I gave her thigh, bare under the dress, a little pat back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Good for you, Auntie. You only live once.”

She looked at me with a half smile and brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. There was a strange silence that Marina broke by saying that in the afternoon we were going to the beach.

***

The beach was almost empty at that hour. Marina and I went into the water and, laughing, she ended up with her arms around my neck, telling me gossip from the town. She was pretty and bold, but while she talked I couldn’t stop thinking about her mother lying in the sun a few meters away, about the black swimsuit cutting into her thighs, and the sweat shining in her cleavage.

After a while, two of Elena’s friends showed up. Marina called them “the divorced women’s club.”

“There are four or five of them, all divorced,” she explained in a low voice. “They play cards, go out drinking, and talk about men all day. Brace yourself—they’re going to eat you alive with their eyes.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Charo and Bea, two women around my aunt’s age, greeted me by openly giving me the once-over in a way that made me blush. Charo, skinny and quick to laugh, said something about how well “Elena’s nephew” had filled out, and the three of them laughed together, with that complicity of people who’ve been telling each other the same things for years. My aunt was laughing too, but every time our eyes met, hers dimmed a little, as if she were keeping something just for herself.

“We’d better go,” Marina said, saving me. “These ones will gobble you up.”

***

The three of us had dinner at Elena’s house. Marina laughed herself silly telling how her mother’s friends had cornered me on the beach, and the evening drifted toward drinks and the easy silence of people who like each other. Around eleven, my cousin yawned, said she was going to bed, and left me alone with her mother in the garden, facing the sound of the sea.

Elena poured herself another drink. The streetlights barely reached us; everything else was darkness and the sound of waves breaking a few meters away.

“You know something?” she said, her gaze lost in the black water. “At night, this time of year, nobody comes to this beach. And the water stays warm from the sun all day.”

“That sounds nice,” I answered, not really knowing where she was going with it.

She got up slowly, set her glass on the iron table, and held out her hand.

“Come. I’m going to show you the best custom in this house.”

We crossed the garden and went down onto the sand. We walked to the shore, where darkness swallowed us whole. A crescent moon barely outlined the edge of the waves.

“Here,” she said, and took off her sandals.

Then, without drama, like someone doing something she’d done a thousand times, she slid the straps of her dress down and let it fall onto the sand. Underneath she wore nothing. The dim light barely let me make out the details, but the outline of her full body, the heavy curve of her breasts hanging free, the solid width of her hips, and the dark shadow of her cunt between her thighs left my mouth dry and my cock hard against my zipper.

“Are you shy?” she asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

I didn’t answer. I stripped off my clothes with awkward fingers. When I pulled down my briefs, my cock sprang out swollen, pointing straight at her, and she let out a low, guttural laugh.

“Well, well. That good-boy face was a lie after all, I could tell.”

I followed her into the water. She was right: it was warm, like a bath. We went in until it reached our waists, and then she turned to me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon,” she murmured. “Since I saw you get out of Honorio’s car with that good-boy face that fools nobody. I was imagining reaching into your pants right there, in front of everyone.”

She moved slowly closer and put her arms around my neck. The water held us both up. I felt her breasts against my chest, her hard nipples scratching my wet skin, the heat she gave off despite the sea. She turned her head and kissed me. It started as a slow, almost testing kiss, until she opened her mouth, slid her tongue all the way in, and everything turned into hunger. She lowered one hand under the water and wrapped it straight around my cock, closing her fist around it. She squeezed it, weighed it in her hand, and panted against my mouth.

“God, that feels so good. And you’re already this hard, bastard.”

“Auntie…” I started to say, without conviction.

“Right here, right now, I’m not your aunt,” she cut in against my lips, while she stroked me slowly under the surface. “We’re not blood relatives. I’m just a woman who hasn’t felt like this in a long time. A woman who wants to get properly fucked tonight.”

I put my hands on her waist and slid them down to her hips, feeling the firmness of her flesh under the water. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing it, sinking my fingers into those broad, hot cheeks. She sighed and bit my lower lip. I slid one hand forward between her thighs and brushed her cunt. She was open, swollen, and though the sea covered everything I could feel the different texture, slicker, when I shoved two fingers inside her at once. Elena threw her head back and moaned loudly.

“Like that, like that, don’t stop…” she gasped, moving over my fingers, riding them under the water.

There was nothing of the shyness I’d expected; she kissed me, bit me, grabbed my cock with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what she wants and how long she’s been wanting it.

“Let’s get out,” she said suddenly, her voice hoarse. “You can’t really enjoy it in the water. I want to suck you off properly.”

We walked back to the shore, where the gentler waves lapped at our ankles. There she wasted no time. She dropped to her knees on the wet sand in front of me, grabbed my cock with one hand, and stuck out her tongue. She started by licking me from bottom to top, following the vein underneath, and then took the whole head into her mouth. She closed her lips and went down, swallowing me to the root until I felt the heat of her palate against the tip and the urge to cum shudder through me.

“Fuck, auntie,” I moaned, grabbing her head. “Fuck, fuck…”

Elena sucked with hunger, going up and down, dropping onto my cock as if she had been fasting from it for months. With one hand she held my balls and kneaded them slowly; with the other she clung to my thigh for balance. Every so often she pulled it all the way out of her mouth, spat saliva over the head, and jerked me off while looking me in the eyes, with a filthy smile I had never seen on her before in my life.

“What a tasty cock, nephew. What a hard cock you’ve got for your aunt.”

“Lie down,” I told her, my voice broken. “I’m going to eat you out now.”

She lay down on the wet sand, spread her legs, and held out her arms to me. I climbed on top of her, kissed her neck, went down her cleavage, bit one nipple until she cried out, and took it whole into my mouth, sucking it, tugging at it until it got so hard it seemed ready to burst. I switched to the other one and did the same, while with my hand I opened her thighs and stroked her cunt with two fingers. It was soaked, not from the sea, and when I brushed her clit she arched hard against my hand.

I went slowly down her belly, over her wide hips, until I buried my face between her thighs. I parted her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, tasting her. She was salty from the sea and sweet underneath, and when I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and started sucking it, Elena let out a moan so long and filthy it must have been heard across the beach.

“Oh my God, oh my God!” she panted, grabbing my hair, grinding my face against her cunt. “Eat it, eat it all, don’t stop…”

I ate her out hard, licking, sucking her clit, slipping my tongue inside, moving up and down. I slid in two fingers and curled them to reach deeper while I kept lapping at the little bud outside. Elena started trembling, moving against my face out of control, her tits bouncing every time she moaned, until she came in my mouth with a jolt that lifted her hips off the sand.

“Come here, come here right now,” she gasped, pulling at me. “Put it in me already, I can’t take it anymore.”

I climbed over her, grabbed her thighs, and spread them wide. Elena took her hand to her cunt and guided the tip to the entrance herself. I pushed slowly and my cock slid in with one long pull, all the way to the base. I felt her close around me, warm, tight, and a shiver ran through me from head to toe.

“Ah, fuck… like that, like that… all the way,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me already.”

I started moving, propped on my elbows, burying myself to the hilt with every thrust. The wet sand supported her from below and with each удар, each hard stroke, she growled, arched her back, and clutched my arms. I watched her tits bouncing in rhythm, her hard nipples pointing at the sky, her mouth open, gasping for air.

“Like that,” she gasped. “Slowly… no, faster, harder, damn it, this isn’t over anytime soon.”

I grabbed her behind the knees, lifted her legs up onto my shoulder, and plunged even deeper. Elena screamed, and for a moment I thought she might wake half the beach. I fucked her at a brutal pace, splashing through the wet sand, while she grabbed her own breasts and pinched her nipples.

“Put me on all fours,” she begged, eyes shut. “Fuck me from behind, I want to feel all of it.”

I pulled out, flipped her over, and Elena got on all fours on the sand, her ass raised toward me, round and wide, shining in the dim light. I grabbed her cheeks with both hands, spread them apart, and shoved back inside her in one stroke. I started fucking her like that, holding her by the hips, pulling her toward me with every thrust, while the wet sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the noise of the sea. Elena pressed her face into her arm to stifle her cries, but they still escaped with every shove.

“Yes, yes, yes, like that, ruin me, wreck my cunt…”

I slapped one of her cheeks and left the imprint of my hand. She moaned even louder. I grabbed one breast from below, tugging at the nipple while I kept driving into her to the hilt. Sand clung to our wet skin, the waves reached our knees, and she kept moving against me with more and more urgency. Darkness covered everything, but I could see the sheen of sweat on her broad back, the sway of her hanging tits beneath her, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned her, my teeth clenched.

“Not inside, bastard,” she cut in, panting. “Take it out and come on me. I want to see it come out.”

I sped up a little more until everything gathered at the base of my cock and she tensed hard underneath me, trembling, coming again with a continuous, broken gasp, squeezing my cock with her cunt like a hand. I pulled out just in time, she rolled onto her back with incredible speed, grabbed my cock with her hand, and started jerking me off, aiming it at her tits. I came in long, hot spurts and left her chest and neck covered in semen while she panted with her mouth open and stuck out her tongue to catch it.

“Mmm, yes, all of it for me,” she murmured, running her fingers over her tits, smearing my cum over her skin.

She wiped a finger in her mouth, sucked it slowly, and looked up at me with a tired, filthy smile.

We lay there for a while in the sand, catching our breath, looking at the crescent moon over the water. Elena stroked my chest with the tips of her fingers, and let her hand drift down to my still-wet cock, squeezing it gently.

“Welcome to Caldemar,” she said, and gave a little laugh. “Here you’re going to learn a lot of things they don’t teach you in school. And tonight isn’t over yet, nephew. As soon as you’re hard again, we’re going up to my bed and I’ll show you what a real woman can do.”

I looked out at the black sea, my cock already stirring again, still hardly able to believe it, and thought that that summer was going to be, by far, the best of my life. Failing school suddenly seemed like the best decision I had ever made.