My Aunt Sat on My Lap in Front of Everyone

Three days later I stopped by my Aunt Remedios’s place again. It was an ordinary Wednesday, one of those mornings when the whole neighborhood seems asleep. I was already twenty-two and halfway through my degree, so I used the gaps between classes to sneak over to her apartment.

As soon as she saw me standing there at the door, she kissed me on the lips, shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, and bit my lower lip before letting me go. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the elevator. She said she was going grocery shopping and that I should come with her. We went down to the street together, her wearing a light summer chiffon skirt, nothing underneath, because in her opinion the fewer obstacles, the better.

As soon as the doors closed and the elevator started to descend, she pressed herself against me from behind. She slid her hand inside my tracksuit bottoms and took my cock without any hurry, squeezing it with her fingers, feeling how hard it got in seconds in her fist.

—Quick, my boy… put it in before it stops —she whispered in my ear while she hiked her skirt up to her waist and bent over, planting her hands on the mirror, arching her back to offer me her ass.

I saw her cunt from behind, already shining, the lips parted, the hair trimmed short, everything begging for it. I yanked my tracksuit bottoms down, grabbed her hips, and drove into her in one thrust, all the way to the hilt. She let out a muffled gasp and pressed her forehead against the mirror. I started fucking her fast, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in, feeling her ass bounce against my pelvis with every shove, feeling her cunt gushing and soaking my balls.

—Keep going, Adrián, harder, wreck me… —she panted, her mouth tight so she wouldn’t scream, biting the back of her own hand.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and with the other found her clit from the front, rubbing it in circles while I kept pounding her without pause. The elevator was going down slowly, too slowly, and she bit her lip as she trembled in a silent orgasm, squeezing my cock with the walls of her cunt as if she wanted to milk me dry. I held on for two more thrusts and came inside her, emptying myself in hot spurts, feeling my semen run down her thigh just before the cabin stopped with a little ding. She pulled her skirt down in time, slid her hand between her legs, brought her fingers to her mouth, and winked at me as the doors opened.

***

As soon as we got out, she asked if I’d had breakfast. I said no, and she invited me to a bar on the corner. I ordered toast with tomato and ham and a café con leche.

—Have some milk, go on —she said in my ear, squeezing my cock under the counter, noticing that it was still half hard— you’re leaving me dry. —And she winked at me.

She ordered a beer and a slice of Spanish omelet. I asked if they could bring it out to the terrace, because it was unbearably hot inside. She sent me to sit down while she went to the bathroom. When she came back, she wanted to know what brought me by so early.

I told her I’d come to bring her the invitation to Rubén’s son’s christening, my cousin and her nephew at the same time, and that I missed her. She smiled and stroked my chin with her fingertips.

—And when is it?

—In two weeks, at Rubén’s farm.

—I feel like going to the village —she said— but I don’t know what to wear. It’s been ages since your stingy uncle has let me buy clothes. So right now I’m going shopping.

I offered to go with her, because I needed a pair of jeans too. We went to the shopping center. We’d go into the stores together; she’d take a dress or a blouse into the fitting room and call for me from inside.

—Come on, Adrián, help me see if it fits.

Once inside, she’d leave the curtain half drawn so the risk would be greater. She’d strip off in one quick motion and stand there naked, tits out, her nipples already hard from the heat. She’d yank my pants down, kneel in front of me, and suck me off with a devotion that left me breathless. She’d take my cock all the way into her mouth, pull back to the tip, lick it from top to bottom, suck each ball one by one while looking up at me with hungry eyes, drool sliding down her chin. I’d grab the back of her neck and fuck her mouth slowly, feeling her throat open to take me all in, feeling her cough softly and then take me back in without letting go. She’d pull my cock out for a second to breathe and lick the head with her flat tongue.

—God, you’re delicious… come inside me if you feel like it —she’d whisper before swallowing me again.

Then she’d turn to face the wall, plant her hands on the partition, and spread her legs, arching her back to stick her ass out. She’d part her cheeks with her hands, showing me her soaked cunt and her tight little hole.

—Put it in from behind, quick… let them hear us and I get even hotter —she’d murmur.

I’d fuck her in silence, holding her hip with one hand and covering her mouth with the other so not a single moan escaped. I’d drive into her to the hilt, feeling her ass bounce and her cunt make wet sounds each time I pulled out. I’d bite her neck, pinch her nipples, give her a sharp smack that would leave a mark. The fitting room smelled of sex, wet pussy, and sweat, the curtain moving on its own with our thrusts while some salesgirl would ask from outside:

—Is everything all right in there?

She’d nod, clamping her teeth around my hand, coming silently, her legs shaking while I kept fucking her until I emptied myself inside, leaving my cum dripping down her thighs. The last time we weren’t so lucky. A saleswoman yanked the curtain open in exasperation, fed up with the racket, and caught us half-dressed, her with her panties in her hand and semen sliding down her leg. She tore into us and threw us out of the store. I asked my aunt if she was worried, and she shook her head.

—Do you think I’d go somewhere where people knew me, knowing what was going to happen?

We finished the day laughing, finally buying the clothes we needed, and said goodbye until the appointed date.

***

The day came two weeks later. The christening was one of those events that look perfectly ordinary from the outside, but are charged with electricity on the inside. The thrill, the risk, and the constant fear that Anselmo or anyone in the family might notice something off.

It was at my cousin Rubén’s farm, a typical place up in the hills: a country house with a big patio, a barbecue, long tables under a canopy, and a small pond beside which the ceremony was held. There was family from both sides, uncles, grandparents, children running around, and of course Anselmo and Remedios. My parents were there too.

My aunt arrived in the dark blue dress we had bought at the shopping center. It fit her perfectly: snug across the chest without being flashy, loose at the hips but clinging to her body as she walked, and long enough to the knee to keep things decent. She wore her curly hair down with a clip and light makeup, her lips just barely touched with red.

When she saw me in the patio, she gave me an aunt’s hug in front of everyone, but she held my waist a second too long and whispered in my ear:

—You look handsome in that suit… and you’re looking at me like you want to devour me right here. I’m not wearing panties, just in case.

I blushed, but I smiled. Anselmo was close by, beer in hand, talking to Rubén and some other cousins. He didn’t seem to suspect anything, though he kept watching his wife every time she crossed the patio, jealous as ever however much he pretended otherwise.

During the ceremony we stood near each other. She’d turn sideways so I could see how the wind pressed the fabric against her body, outlining her tits and hips. When no one was looking, she’d brush my hand or squeeze my thigh discreetly, sliding a couple of centimeters up until she brushed my cock over my pants. The thrill hung in the air: the family around us, Anselmo ten meters away, my father chatting with the uncles, and us with that tension of knowing that if we were caught, all hell would break loose.

***

Then lunch came: a huge paella, grilled meat, sangria, and music playing in the background. Remedios and I ended up at the same long table, though with people in between. She passed me bread, brushing my fingers, poured me sangria, and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

—I’m dripping just from looking at you. My cunt is soaked, it’s running down my thighs. If it weren’t for your uncle, I’d take you to the garage right now and you’d put it in all the way to the hilt.

At one point she stood up saying she was going to the bathroom. I waited a couple of minutes and went after her. We met in the hallway of the house, away from the tables, and slipped into a small utility bathroom. I locked the bolt. The moment I turned the key, she threw herself at me, kissed me with tongue, and pulled my fly down with trembling hands. She pulled out my cock, knelt, and sucked me deep, puffing out her cheeks, swallowing hard, making it disappear all the way to her throat. I fucked her mouth for a whole minute, holding her head with both hands, watching tears spring to her eyes and a strand of spit hang from her chin.

—Quick, Adrián… put it in now, before someone calls.

She stood up, hiked her dress to her waist, and bent over the sink, planting her hands on the marble. She wasn’t wearing panties, just as she’d told me, and her cunt was shining, swollen and open. I grabbed her hip and drove into her in one shove, all the way in. She let out a rough moan that she muffled by biting her arm. I started fucking her with fast, dry thrusts, pelvis crashing against ass, feeling how her cunt tightened around my cock every time I pulled out and shoved back in. The mirror reflected her face in pleasure, lip between her teeth, her breasts shaking with every thrust, my hands dug into her hips leaving finger marks behind.

—More… harder… like that, bastard, like that… —she panted, eyes squeezed shut.

I slid one hand around to the front and pinched her clit between my index finger and thumb. She shuddered all over, clamped down, and came trembling, biting the towel to keep from crying out. I held on for a couple more thrusts and spilled inside her, feeling my cum mix with her juices and start sliding down her thigh as soon as I pulled my cock out. She wiped herself with paper in a hurry, pulled her dress down, gave me a quick kiss, and shoved me toward the door.

—You go out first. I’ll act normal after you.

I went back to the table as if nothing had happened. She arrived two minutes later, cheeks flushed and wearing a perfectly innocent smile. Anselmo didn’t notice a thing: he was half-drunk, talking football with the cousins.

***

Then came the dancing. They put on fairground music, pasodobles, sevillanas, and some of the older people’s favorites. The patio filled with couples and children running between legs. I stayed seated on a plastic chair at the edge because I’m not much of a dancer, especially not in a tie.

Remedios went out to dance with my parents. They laughed, spun around, my mother hugging her as if she were a sister. Anselmo was still sitting a few meters away, beer in hand, letting out louder and more vulgar laughs by the minute. She moved gracefully despite the tight dress, and every time she passed near me she winked.

At one point she twisted her ankle. She was wearing high heels and the uneven grass didn’t help. She let out a quiet “ouch” and limped over to where we were. She looked at her husband, who didn’t even flinch.

—Get up, go on, my foot hurts and I want to sit down.

—And why should I get up? Sit wherever you can —he answered, half drunk.

She looked at him with cold hatred, but without raising her voice because of the family around them.

—No one needs to get up.

And then she sat right on my lap. In front of everyone: my parents, the cousins, Anselmo, the uncles. She settled in slowly, the heat of her body pressing against mine, her dress riding up a little over her thighs. She put an arm around my neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—Adrián is a gentleman… unlike you.

Anselmo let out a crude laugh and looked around for an audience.

—Well, if you stay there much longer, tomorrow it’ll be him who’s limping. —And with that drunk smile, he added—: You can put up with your aunt for as long as it takes, right kid?

I nodded, red to the ears, not moving. She laughed softly, got herself more comfortable, rubbing her ass slowly against my fly, and stayed there for a whole hour. In front of everyone.

And then what had to happen happened. At first it was only the heat of her body against mine, which answered almost immediately under my suit pants: my cock got rock hard, strained against the fabric, outlined between her cheeks. She noticed, of course. She started moving in small circles with her hips, rubbing her ass against me slowly, feeling my hard cock between her butt cheeks through the clothes, brushing against me without anyone seeing, because the table covered us and people were paying attention to the dancing. Every time she laughed at something my mother said, she leaned down and whispered in my ear:

—What a hard cock you’ve got… I can feel it against my ass, my cunt is heating up again, I’m getting wet all over again. Am I drying you out, my boy?

I held her waist with one hand, as if keeping her from falling. With the other I reached for her thigh under the dress. She spread her legs a little and I slid my hand up, inch by inch, to her bare cunt, pushed the soaked fabric aside and slipped two fingers inside her all the way, feeling her tighten around my knuckles, how hot she was, how soaked, still full of my cum from the bathroom. She pressed herself against my hand as if adjusting her position. I pulled out my shiny fingers, brought them up to her clit, and rubbed it in slow circles, then faster. She bit her lip as if still carrying on the conversation while I picked up speed, sliding my fingers in and out with a wet little sound only we could hear.

Anselmo kept drinking, talking loudly, too drunk to notice anything. My father chatted with relatives, oblivious to it all. At least that’s what I thought. And there we were, in the middle of the family, her on my lap with my cock pressed between her cheeks over my pants while my hand worked her cunt under her dress.

When she came, it was silent but intense. She shuddered all over, squeezed her thighs against my hand, trapping my fingers inside, threw her head back against my shoulder, and let out a long sigh she disguised as a laugh. I felt her cunt pulsing around my fingers, her hot release soaking my palm. She stayed still for a second, breathing deeply, then reached for my hand under the dress and brought it to her mouth. She sucked my fingers one by one, discreetly, tasting herself all over again.

—Thank you, gentleman… you saved my afternoon.

She got up slowly, kissed me on the forehead in front of everyone, and limped away a little, though her ankle didn’t hurt anymore. I stayed there in my chair, heart racing, cock still hard and straining against my pants, head spinning.

***

When it was time to leave, Anselmo was already in the car with the window down, shouting because he wanted to go. He was dead drunk, face red, eyes glassy. Remedios walked over to the car, but before getting in she hugged me tightly, like any aunt saying goodbye to her nephew, and on the second kiss she whispered:

—Don’t worry… we’ll see each other soon.

Seeing Anselmo stumble as he tried to put the car in gear, I went over to my father.

—Dad, I’d better drive the uncles. He’s in no condition.

He stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, serious but calm.

—No, son. Go with your mother. I’ll take care of them.

I didn’t insist. I got in the car and, as we drove away down the dirt road, I looked in the rearview mirror: my father helping Anselmo into his seat, Remedios climbing into the back with a tired face. I thought the christening had been perfect: family, photos, paella… and a secret stolen right under everyone’s noses.

***

But the next day the whole world came crashing down on me. They sat me in the living room. My mother had red, tearful eyes, my father a hard expression. They had realized everything: the looks, the touches, how she sat on my lap and didn’t move, the times we disappeared together. They weren’t stupid. They had suspected for some time, ever since I spent so many mornings at my uncles’ place, and the christening was the last straw.

—We’re not judging you —my father said in a calm voice—. But this ends here. Remedios is your uncle’s wife. And even if he’s a bastard, he’s still my brother. If he finds out, he’ll kill you both.

—We spoke to her this morning —my mother added, trembling—. We told her this is the last time we’re helping her. That if she wants out of there, we’ll get her out: lawyer, money, somewhere to start over. But she has to leave you out of all this. Or we’ll tell your uncle.

I went cold. I didn’t say a word. I just nodded with a lump in my throat.

Remedios agreed. This time she did. She went to a village on the coast, to a house belonging to family that was empty. My father paid for the trip, gave her money for the first few months, and found her a simple job. Anselmo was left alone, drinking as always, knowing nothing else about her.

***

I went to see her a month later. I took the train with my heart pounding, convinced we’d go back to the way things had been. I found her in a small house near the sea, thinner, calmer, her hair tied back and a tired smile on her face. She hugged me hard, made coffee, and we sat on the terrace overlooking the harbor. But when I tried to kiss her, she stopped me gently.

—No, Adrián… not anymore.

I asked her why. She looked me in the eyes.

—Your father really helped me. He got me out of there without asking for anything in return. I can’t do that to him. I’m not going to keep doing this with you. You need to live your life without carrying this around.

I cried. She hugged me like a mother, kissed me on the forehead, and said:

—I love you very much. But this ends here. Go home, study, fall in love with someone your own age… and don’t forget me.

I went back on the night train with my chest tight. From then on we were aunt and nephew, nothing more. Anselmo stayed alone and bitter, and I never saw him again. She rebuilt her life far away: work, friends, even a partner who cared for her. My father would tell me from time to time that she was fine, that she was happy.

I moved on. But I never forgot that week at her house, or the christening, or how everything inside me trembled when she sat on my lap in front of the whole family. It was the closest I ever got to something forbidden and real. And also the last.