The Night My Aunt Took Me to the Beach in the Dark

I had just turned nineteen and had flunked half my classes. My mother was sick of me and my father was threatening to throw me out of the house, so, at the end of June, they decided to send me to stay for a while with her brother, my uncle Honorio, who lived in luxury on the coast and owned a transport business. He had money to spare.

I hadn’t seen him in five years. I took a bus with a single suitcase and, during the journey, 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 hunger I was always carrying around.

I got off at Caldemar station, and the smell of salt hit me immediately. 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, for fuck’s sake—you’re not a kid anymore. Call me Honorio.”

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

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

The development had a guard and stone walls. The house had two floors, a pool, a garden, and a wicker porch. When we entered the living room, two women stood up to greet me, and I froze where I stood.

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

Yamila was a mulatto woman with impossible curves, wearing a strappy dress clinging to a body that didn’t seem real, big tits straining against the fabric and a round ass that moved on its own when she walked. Her mother, a little shorter and broader through the hips, had the full-bodied beauty of women who have learned how to use it. They both kissed me on the cheek, and I noticed that they lingered a second longer than necessary.

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

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

“Yamila is for looking at, not touching,” he warned me, still smiling. “With her mother, on the other hand, do whatever you want. She’s lonelier than a stray dog and has a healthy appetite. She sucks like an angel, I’m telling you.”

I laughed, not really knowing what to say. Honorio was as direct as a punch. 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’d been together, we’d been two kids, and now she showed up a tall, slender woman, with short hair streaked red and a smile that never stopped moving. She kissed me twice, looked me up and down, and announced that we were leaving.

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

“I can’t stand those two. My mother’s been 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 leading directly onto the sand. And there, with a glass of wine in one hand and a sun hat over her hair, stood my aunt Elena.

When she rose to greet me, I lost my train of thought. I remembered her as a quiet, almost invisible lady. The woman standing before me bore no resemblance to that memory. Her summer dress hugged a full figure with a generous chest and broad hips, revealing legs that ended in platform sandals. She had brown hair with golden highlights and eyes that smiled before her mouth did.

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

“Thanks, Aunt. You look… amazing.”

She held my gaze for a second longer than normal.

The three of us ate in the garden. I told them about my academic disasters with just enough charm to make them laugh, and at some point Elena began talking about her separation. There was no resentment in her voice, more a kind of relief.

“In the end, it did me good. It made me wake up,” she said, patting my thigh. “Now I go out, have fun, treat myself every now and then.”

The word “treat” lingered on her lips. I patted her bare thigh in return, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

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

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

***

The sand was almost empty at that hour. Marina and I went into the water and, amid laughter, she ended up with her arms around my neck, telling me village gossip. She was pretty and brazen, but while she talked, I couldn’t stop thinking about her mother lying in the sun a few yards away, about the black bathing suit wedged between her thighs and the way sweat glistened in her cleavage.

A while later, two of Elena’s friends appeared. Marina called them “the divorcee club.”

“There are four or five of them, all divorced,” she explained under her breath. “They play cards, go out drinking, and talk about men all day. Get ready—they’re going to eat you alive with their eyes.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Charo and Bea, two women my aunt’s age, greeted me by shamelessly looking me up and down, which made me blush. Charo, slender and quick to laugh, said something about how well “Elena’s nephew” had turned out, and all three of them laughed at once, with the complicity of people who had spent years telling one another the same things. My aunt laughed 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, rescuing me. “They’re going to eat you alive.”

***

The three of us had dinner at Elena’s house. Marina, laughing herself silly, told us how her mother’s friends had cornered me on the beach, and the evening drifted toward drinks and the comfortable silence of people who get along. Around eleven, my cousin yawned, announced that she was going to bed, and left me alone with her mother in the garden, facing the murmur of the sea.

Elena poured herself another drink. The streetlamp’s light barely reached us; everything else was darkness and the sound of waves breaking a few yards 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’s still warm from the sun all day.”

“That sounds nice,” I replied, not quite sure where she was going.

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

“Come on. I’m going to show you this house’s best tradition.”

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

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

Then, without any drama, as if she were doing something she had done a thousand times, she slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it fall onto the sand. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The dim light barely let me make out the details, but the outline of her full body, the heavy curve of her tits hanging free, the massive breadth of her hips, and the dark shadow of her pussy between her thighs left my mouth dry and my cock hard against my zipper.

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

I didn’t answer. I took off my clothes with clumsy fingers. When I lowered my underwear, 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. I knew it.”

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 toward me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon,” she murmured. “Ever since I saw you get out of Honorio’s car with that good-boy face that fools nobody. I imagined putting my hand down your pants right there, in front of everyone.”

She approached slowly and slipped her arms around my neck. The water held us both up. I felt her tits against my chest, her hard nipples scraping my wet skin, the heat she gave off despite the sea. She turned her head and kissed me. At first it was a slow kiss, almost tentative, until she opened her mouth, pushed her tongue deep inside me, and everything became hunger. She lowered one hand beneath the water and grabbed my cock directly, closing her fist around it. She squeezed it, weighed it, and moaned against my mouth.

“God, that feels good. And you’ve got it so hard already, you bastard.”

“Aunt…” I began, without conviction.

“Here and now, I’m not your aunt,” she cut me off against my lips, stroking me slowly beneath the surface. “We don’t share the same blood. I’m just a woman who hasn’t felt like this in a long time. A woman who wants you to fuck her properly tonight.”

I placed my hands on her waist and moved down to her hips, feeling the firmness of her flesh beneath 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 lowered one hand in front of her, between her thighs, and brushed her pussy. It was open, swollen, and although the sea covered everything, I felt the different, slicker texture when I thrust two fingers inside her. Elena threw her head back and moaned loudly.

“That’s it, that’s it, don’t stop…” she panted, moving over my fingers, riding them beneath the water.

There was none of the shyness I’d expected; she kissed me, bit me, and gripped my cock with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted and how long she’d been waiting for 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 slowly.”

We walked back to shore, where the gentler waves lapped at our ankles. She didn’t wait for anything there. She knelt on the wet sand in front of me, grabbed my cock with one hand, and stuck out her tongue. She began by licking me from bottom to top, following the vein underneath, and then took the entire head into her mouth. She closed her lips and sank down, swallowing me to the base, until I felt the warmth of her palate against the tip and the urge to come shaking inside me.

“Fuck, Aunt,” I groaned, gripping her head. “Fuck, fuck…”

Elena sucked hungrily, moving up and down, taking my cock as if she had been fasting from it for months. With one hand she held my balls and slowly kneaded them; with the other she held onto my thigh for support. Every now and then she pulled it completely from her mouth, spat saliva onto the head, and jerked me while looking me in the eyes, with a filthy smile I had never seen on her before.

“What a delicious cock, nephew. What a hard cock you have for your aunt.”

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

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

I moved slowly down her belly and across her broad hips until I buried my face between her thighs. I opened her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue along her entire slit, from bottom to top, savoring her. She tasted of salt from the sea and sweetness underneath, and when I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and began sucking it, Elena let out such a long, filthy moan that it must have been heard on the other side of the beach.

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

I ate her thoroughly, licking, sucking her clit, pushing my tongue inside her, moving up and down. I thrust two fingers inside her and curled them to touch her within while I continued licking her little bud from outside. Elena began to tremble and move against my face uncontrollably, her tits bouncing every time she moaned, until she came in my mouth with a convulsion that lifted her hips from the sand.

“Come here, right now,” she panted, pulling me toward her. “Put it in me, I can’t take any more.”

I climbed on top of her, grabbed her thighs, and spread them wide. Elena put her hand to her pussy and guided the tip to the entrance herself. I pushed slowly, and my cock slid inside in one thrust, all the way to the bottom. I felt her close around me, warm and tight, and a shiver ran through my entire body.

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

I began to move, braced on my elbows, sinking to the bottom with every thrust. The wet sand supported her from beneath, and with every blow she grunted, arched her back, and clung to my arms. I watched her tits bouncing in rhythm, her nipples hard and pointing toward the sky, her open mouth searching for air.

“That’s it,” she panted. “Slowly… no, faster, harder, fuck! This isn’t going to end right away.”

I grabbed the backs of her knees, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and sank even deeper. Elena screamed, and for a moment I thought she was going to wake half the beach. I pounded her at a brutal pace, splashing through the wet sand, while she grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples for her own pleasure.

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

I pulled out, turned her over, and Elena got onto all fours on the sand, her ass raised toward me, round and broad, gleaming in the half-light. I grabbed her cheeks with both hands, spread them, and shoved myself back inside her. I began fucking her like that, gripping her hips and pulling her toward me with every thrust, while the wet sound of our bodies colliding mingled with the noise of the sea. Elena lowered her face against her arm to stifle her cries, but they escaped her with every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes, like that, break me, break my pussy…”

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

“I’m going to come,” I warned her through clenched teeth.

“Not inside, you bastard,” she cut me off, panting. “Pull it out and come all over me. I want to watch it come out.”

I sped up a little more, until everything gathered at the base of my cock and she went rigid beneath me, trembling, coming again with a continuous, broken moan, squeezing her pussy around my cock like a hand. I pulled out just in time. She rolled onto her back with incredible speed, grabbed my cock, and began jerking me while aiming it at her tits. I came in long, hot spurts, covering her chest and neck with semen as she panted with her mouth open and stuck out her tongue to collect it.

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

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

We lay on the sand for a while, catching our breath and watching the quarter moon over the water. Elena stroked my chest with her fingertips, then lowered her hand to my still-wet cock and gently squeezed it.

“Welcome to Caldemar,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re going to learn a lot of things here that they don’t teach in school. And tonight isn’t over yet, nephew. As soon as you’re hard again, we’ll go 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 unable to quite believe it, and thought that summer was going to be, by far, the best of my life. Suddenly, failing that school year seemed like the best decision I had ever made.