My Aunt Asked Me to Keep Her Company That Weekend

Of all her nephews, I was always my aunt Mariela’s favorite. I realized it especially when she found out about me and Iván, her son, and instead of making a scene, she almost let it slide. She didn’t like the news, that was obvious, but she didn’t interfere either. And I kept seeing my cousin just as before.

I liked what we had. I liked fucking him, hearing his breathing break up, feeling him kneel between my legs when he sucked me off with a devotion nobody had asked of him. Iván had even let his hair grow out, despite Mariela’s constant complaints.

One Saturday morning I went to pick him up. I hadn’t heard from him in days. My aunt answered the door, just out of bed, wearing a short nightgown and a robe over it that didn’t cover a damn thing. The fabric was almost transparent, and her breasts, her nipples, everything showed through. I had never seen her like that, and without meaning to I got hard just looking at her.

—Iván left early —she told me—. Come in, I’ll make you a coffee.

We sat in the kitchen. She moved slowly, still sleepy, and I couldn’t stop staring at her neckline.

—And how’s it going with him? —she asked suddenly.

I was embarrassed to answer, knowing what she meant.

—Good —I said, without adding anything else.

Then she leaned over the table to bring me the cookies and her nightgown parted completely. I saw her full breasts. I didn’t have time to hide it: she noticed my face, smiled crookedly, and covered herself a little with her hand, unhurried.

It was the first time something had happened with my aunt. That family had something about it, an attraction that got under your skin. I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t control the urge to look at every part of her that peeked out. She’s fucking hot. When she stood up to take the cups away, I couldn’t hold back. I hugged her from behind and tried to kiss her.

—Damián, I’m your aunt —she stopped me, turning her face away—. What’s wrong with you?

I apologized through clenched teeth and left almost running, mortified. A while later she came back already changed and found me in the living room, not knowing where to put myself.

—Auntie, forgive me, I don’t know what got into me.

—I understand, nephew. Forget it. It was my fault too —she said, and kissed me on the cheek—. But this can’t happen. Not with you.

***

Nothing else happened for quite a while. Until one night I stayed over with Iván. We had sex on the sofa and fell asleep right there, both naked. A hand stroking my cock woke me up. I jerked awake and saw Mariela’s silhouette standing beside us, smiling, her eyes wide with surprise when she saw me.

I tried to cover myself without waking my cousin. She gestured with her head, as if telling us to go to a bed, and walked off down the hallway. The next morning we barely looked at each other. I ate breakfast quickly and left.

Things with Iván cooled off over the following months, and the truth is that part of me was relieved. Around then Mariela told me he was going away for a week of camp with school. And right away I thought about staying with her, because I knew she hated being alone. But it seemed like an impossible fantasy.

Because that was what they were by then: fantasies turned up to a thousand. It had become an obsession. Mariela was around forty, but she kept herself up. Tall, good hips, medium-sized breasts, a beautiful face framed by short brown hair. Every day that passed I liked her more. I didn’t say anything until, a week before Iván’s trip, it was her who brought it up.

—Don’t take this as an obligation —she said, without quite looking at me—. But would it bother you to keep me company the days my son’s away?

My heart jumped. I even felt a cold sweat. I restrained myself from answering right away.

—I don’t know, Auntie. I think my dad had something planned for that weekend. I’ll confirm it and let you know.

I waited until the next day to answer her.

—Sure, Auntie. Yes, I can. Starting what day?

—From Thursday night until Monday morning. You don’t have any obligation, okay? I don’t want you to give up plans with your friends.

—I don’t have anything set. I’ll stay with you.

—I’ll take those days off and we’ll go somewhere.

—Perfect. We’re going to have a good time.

And the fantasy kept getting more and more intense.

***

Iván left on a Thursday. That afternoon we were supposed to meet at the mall to go to the movies. I saw her arrive and she looked stunning: short skirt, heels, a sober white blouse that made her even more attractive. I walked beside her, showing off.

Halfway through the movie I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t take it off roughly, but she moved it away slowly and I didn’t insist. We ate something at the food court and, after a quiet evening, went back to her house.

We sat on the same sofa where I had slept with her son so many times. She stretched her legs over mine and I started stroking her feet, her calves. Her skirt had ridden up and her panties were showing. I ran my hand up those legs, squeezed her feet, drew a sigh from her. I was close, but every time I got up near her cunt I stopped myself, over and over.

—We’d better go to sleep —she said at last.

I obeyed, knowing there was nothing I could do. I went to Iván’s room, stripped naked like I always slept, and lay down in a bad mood. Sleep wouldn’t come, with the arousal still raging in me. And then, in the doorway, Mariela’s silhouette appeared. The light behind her shone through the robe and outlined her whole body.

I stayed frozen. She came closer, pulled back the sheet, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed my cock. She started sucking me off in a way I hadn’t expected, with a skill that took me to the brink within minutes. Every suck seemed like it wanted to strip everything from me. I arched my back, completely given over to my aunt.

I wanted to take her, sit her on top of me, but she stopped me cold.

—Don’t do anything or I’ll leave.

I stayed still and let her keep going. It was better than anything her son had ever done to me. When I couldn’t take it anymore and came, she gave me a short kiss on the lips.

—See you tomorrow, nephew. I hope I calmed your urges.

And she left, leaving me wrecked in the bed.

***

I woke up before nine. I heard noises in the kitchen and went that way silently, still naked. Mariela was making breakfast, humming a song. Seeing her ass reminded me of Iván’s: similar, but hers much better shaped. I grabbed her around the waist, hiked up her short nightgown, and squeezed her breasts. She yelped and I pinched her nipples.

She struggled. I kept pulling her little shorts down until her ass was bare, and she kept shouting, trying to hit me. But when I shoved my cock into her in one hard thrust, everything changed. As if by magic she calmed down, and when she felt me inside her, her screams shifted from fury to heat.

She looked like a cat in heat. It was quick, we both came almost right away, and I kept her hugged from behind, still trembling, my breathing ragged. She turned around and hugged me.

—This is crazy —she said—. No matter how much I tried to avoid it, I knew it was going to happen. Let’s say your little transgression left me without excuses. Let’s have breakfast and see.

Disheveled and all, she looked radiant. There was a different shine in her eyes. We looked at each other several times until she took my hand.

—I know what I’m about to suggest is very wrong. I should send you back to your parents. But you’re an adult now, and I’m pretty liberal. So even though I know it isn’t right, I’m proposing we get out of here. Now.

I opened my eyes wide. She was my aunt, yes, I knew that. But if both of us wanted it, what was the problem?

—I have to go home to get clothes —I said.

—If you do that, I might change my mind. I’ll buy you something on the way.

***

We loaded the car with only the essentials and before noon we left, with no fixed destination. On the road she handed me the guide.

—Find a coastal place, not very populated, close to the beach. I’ve got some lodging and meal vouchers they gave me at the office.

I found a town almost two hours away, by the sea, and we headed there. It was a picturesque place, with dunes, pine groves, and a few houses around a small inn district. We stopped at a guesthouse with large, clean rooms, two beds. Mariela presented the paperwork saying I was her son. They accepted the vouchers and that was that. We ate there and went upstairs.

Even though we had already done our thing, I didn’t want to rush anything. She said she was going to shower and I flopped on the bed to skim an old magazine. She came out wrapped in a white robe.

—What a nice shower —she said, sitting down to dry her hair.

—Want me to dry it for you?

—Go ahead.

I moved over to her bed and rubbed her hair with the towel. Her robe parted open and I took the opportunity to move down her neck, her shoulders, then her feet and legs, slowly, until I got close to her groin. I uncovered a thin scar.

—How did you get this? —I asked, touching it.

—When I was little I fell out of a tree. I was pretty mischievous.

And as she said it she opened the robe wider, leaving her cunt exposed. I couldn’t hold back: I lowered my mouth and latched on there. I licked her with hunger, tasting her, while Mariela’s body shook to the rhythm of my tongue.

—I’d rather you call me Mara —she said between sighs—, not aunt.

I found her entrance with my cock and penetrated her. Our bodies fit together in a wild back-and-forth, and all the tension of the trip discharged in that stretch of time. Then we fell asleep.

***

I woke up desperate to piss. Mara was asleep. I went to the bathroom and took a while. When I came back, she was awake, legs raised and spread, looking at me with a face that was pure provocation.

—What are you staring at so hard? —she asked.

—Everything —I said.

—Idiot —she laughed, closing her legs.

I threw myself on top of her, opened them again, and started at her feet, moving up through kisses and bites to her cunt. I devoured her without giving her a moment to breathe. Her body arched while I slid a finger into her ass. At first she resisted, but after a few minutes she gave in, and that was what drove her completely wild. She had a long orgasm, clutching the sheets.

I wanted to try anal sex and she refused, but the encounter was just as savage. She dug her nails into my back. Afterward we fell asleep again, around ten. We woke up ravenous and went downstairs for dinner.

***

The next day we went to a nearby beach. Mara was wearing a tiny new bikini and I had on a floral swimsuit she’d given me. We walked a stretch until we found a corner surrounded by a cliff, reached by a staircase. There was nobody there. We found some shade, went into the sea for a good while, and came out to lie on the tarp.

—Take off the top —I told her.

—You’re crazy, someone might see me.

—Who, if we’re alone? Besides, those tits deserve some sun.

—You’re shameless. But you’re right —she said, untying her top—. No touching, okay.

I didn’t touch her, though her nipples were hard under the sun.

—Want me to put sunscreen on you? —I asked.

—You never miss an opportunity. Go ahead.

I spread it over her back, her legs, her ass, her breasts. My touch affected her; I could tell. She turned over onto her stomach and I kept working between her legs, until I untied the knot on her thong and slid it aside. She gave a “no” that convinced nobody.

—I love seeing you naked.

—No need to say it. That’s why I let you.

I kneaded her ass, spread it open, played with her opening. I thought of Iván’s again, similar but less developed. I took off my trunks, slid the tip between her buttocks until I rested it at her asshole. Another lukewarm “no.” I kept at it, kissing her neck, my hand inside her cunt, until she slowly gave in between moans.

I pushed the head in slowly, never stopping the stimulation. She spread her legs wider, as if accepting it. I pushed carefully so I wouldn’t hurt her and filled her little by little, until I buried myself all the way and felt the pulses inside my aunt. Having her like that, face down on the beach while I fucked her ass, was delicious. She slipped her hand between her legs and touched herself, speeding me up. When I felt her tighten around me, I couldn’t hold back anymore and finished inside her. We both collapsed on the tarp.

***

We stayed naked in the sun for a good while, until I saw her tits had gotten too red. I put cream on her, but her skin was already burning, so we went back to the guesthouse. She showered, I dried her off, gave her some painkillers, and put her to bed. I was scared. I offered to call a doctor and she wouldn’t let me. I ordered something to eat, but she only drank water. I wasn’t worried about sex: I was worried about her.

The next morning she felt better. We were able to go out, have lunch, rest in the afternoon, do it again slowly. We had an early dinner and got into bed.

—Thank you for what you did for me —she said.

—It was the least I could do, Mara.

She curled up against me, no longer feverish, and I started stroking her, slipping my hand under her nightgown until I pulled it off her. I touched her slowly, feeling how wet she was. This time there was something different. I kissed her mouth and she didn’t stop me.

—Do you like touching me?

—A lot. I love your body, the way you get when I touch you.

We got aroused without haste and I penetrated her in a union that had none of the urgency of before. It was slow, deep. We came together, and all of a sudden she burst into tears like a little girl.

—Are you okay? What’s wrong?

—I’m fine. I’ve never felt better —she said, without letting go of me.

That encounter wasn’t just sex. There was something more, and we both knew it.

***

The two days left flew by. On Monday, after breakfast, a strange sadness came over me at the end of that impossible weekend. On the drive back I kept squeezing her hand now and then and she would look at me with a smile, or give me a short kiss while she drove. I started touching her leg, those shorts that left almost everything on display, and kept moving higher and higher.

I unbuttoned them, then another button, until I pulled them off amid laughs and swats, leaving her in just her panties.

—My love, wait until I find a place —she said—. We’re going to kill ourselves on the highway, and on top of that they’ll see me like this.

I liked that “my love.” I held out until ten minutes later she spotted a little grove on the side and turned off toward it. As soon as we were sheltered I stripped off the little clothing she had left. It was one of the most intense encounters of all, with those moans that racked me second by second, the two of us like animals.

When we got back on the road, I asked her:

—So what do we do now?

—That’s the million-dollar question. I don’t know. What I do know is that it’s going to be hard. We’ve got everything against us: I’m almost twice your age, and on top of that I’m your aunt. What future do we have?

—You’re right, Mara —I said.

But I had no doubt anymore that I had fallen in love with her.