The Afternoon My Nephew Came Over for Coffee Alone

We were all four sprawled out in the living room, still sweaty after an afternoon that had gone on so long we’d lost count of the hours. The air smelled of sex and cheap red wine. I settled myself on the sofa, spread my legs without a shred of shame, and looked at them one by one with that slow voice you all know I get when I’m still hungry.

Marta, Diego, and Irene were still breathing hard, their skin shiny and their eyes glassy. When they saw I was about to speak, they perked up like three puppies waiting for a bone.

—My darlings, before the four of us started all this, I’d already tried what it was like to do dirty things with family. I told you about Grandma and Uncle Ricardo, but there’s one story I’ve never told you in full. It was the early eighties, back in 1981. I had just turned thirty-nine, and your cousin Sofía had just turned twenty-one.

Marta leaned forward. Diego already had a bulge growing again under the blanket. Irene bit her lower lip, that habit she gets whenever something interests her too much.

—It was a Saturday afternoon. Sofía had come to stay for the weekend because her parents were at a wedding in another province. She was always very close with me. Since she was a little girl, she’d look at me with that face women make when they already know what they want, even if they haven’t been taught the name for it yet. And me, with everything I’d learned at the Quinta de los Ardientes parties, I knew how to read that look perfectly.

It was sticky hot that day, and I suggested we get into the big shower upstairs together. I took off my robe slowly, with no rush at all, giving her time to look at me. And look she did. She stood there in the middle of the bathroom with her eyes nailed to my tits and my hips until I could hear her swallow.

—Aunt Lucía, what a body you have —she breathed.

—Come here, niece. Let’s compare and see which of us is better built.

Sofía took off her dress without taking her eyes off me. She was much taller than I was, close to five foot nine, with very long legs and the solid thighs of a young girl who had never given birth. She had a narrow waist and wide hips that opened out like a guitar. I, on the other hand, was shorter, fleshier, with heavy tits and an ass that was in its prime. We both had our assets, and we both knew it.

We got under the hot water and started soaping each other up. My hands slid over her high breasts, over that impossible waist, over the tremendous curve of her hips. She soaped mine, heavier, hotter, and couldn’t keep her eyes off my cunt.

—Auntie, you’ve got a very bushy pussy —she murmured, almost out of breath.

I smiled wickedly and slipped my hand between her legs. Her cunt was smooth as paper and wet with something that wasn’t the shower water.

—And yours is nice and soft, niece. I can see you shave. I like mine best the way God gave it to me.

I kissed her. First slowly, testing her, and then with my tongue all the way in, while the hot water ran down the back of our necks and plastered our hair to our faces. Sofía didn’t hold back. She grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed it as if she wanted to leave a mark. Then she stretched out her arm and took hold of the thick handle of the hairbrush that was sitting on the sink.

—Auntie, let me put it in you —she said, her eyes shining with pure filth.

I turned around without thinking, braced my palms on the tiles, and stuck my ass out toward her. Sofía spread my cheeks calmly, as if she wanted to understand every fold, and slowly pushed that cold, long handle into me, millimeter by millimeter. When it reached where it had to reach, I moaned against the tiles with my mouth open.

—Fuck, Sofía, you’ve gotten so filthy. Stick it all the way in.

She shoved it to the hilt and started working it with a rhythm you only learn by watching others. With her other hand she found my clit and pinched it between her index finger and thumb. I came against the tiles, biting my wrist so my husband, who was napping two floors below, wouldn’t hear a thing.

After drying her off, I took her to my bed. We lay down naked, face to face, and our four thighs tangled together as if they’d been looking for each other all their lives. Mine were fuller and softer, hers longer and harder. Our wet cunts brushed together and that was when we started scissoring.

—Like that, auntie, rub your pussy against mine —Sofía panted, moving her hips like she’d been born knowing how.

—What good legs you’ve got, niece. Squeeze harder.

We moved faster and faster, sweating, gasping, whispering filthy things to each other. I squeezed one breast with my hand and she bit my neck like a little wolf. We came almost at the same time the first time. A long, deep orgasm, our thighs trembling.

The second was wilder. She dug her fingers into my ass while I twisted her nipples, and the two of us ended up crying out softly into the pillow, soaking the sheets.

The third is the one I remember best. We went slow, looking each other in the eyes, moving only our hips in deep circles. Our swollen cunts kissed, rubbed, recognized each other. I whispered in her ear:

—You’re so delicious, niece. Look at how my cunt opens against yours. I want you to come inside me.

Sofía moaned, almost crying with pleasure:

—Auntie, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard.

And we came together with a long, slow shudder that left our legs useless for a good while. When we were done, we stayed wrapped around each other, sticky, kissing calmly like old friends.

—No one knows about this, auntie —Sofía whispered, her face buried in my neck.

—No one needs to know —I told her, stroking her ass—. But whenever you want, we can do it again.

***

Lucía paused, took a long sip from her glass, and licked her lips while looking at her three children.

—And cousin Adrián? —Diego asked, his voice hoarse.

—Adrián came a few weeks later. And that, my darlings, is what I really have to tell you.

Marta let out a sigh. Irene shifted on the armchair without bothering to hide that she was touching herself over the blanket.

—A couple of months after what happened with Sofía, your cousin came to see me one afternoon with a face half mischievous, half naughty. She sat down next to me on the sofa, leaned in close to my ear as if she were about to tell me a state secret, and said:

—Auntie, my brother Adrián is a real bastard. I caught him the other day in my room jerking off like a madman with my dirty panties over his face. And auntie, he’s got a cock that’s not normal. Thick, long, with a huge purple head. It got hard as iron just from smelling them. I got down on my knees, sucked it, and jerked him off until he came like a horse, but I didn’t want to ride him because he’s my brother. And then, between gasps, he confessed to me that the one who really gets him hard is you. He says he comes thinking about your ass and your tits.

I felt a jolt shoot straight down to my pussy. I laughed softly, already getting wet just imagining it, and answered:

—Then tell your brother to come over one day for coffee with me. Aunt Lucía will sort out that little problem properly.

And that’s exactly what I did.

The following Thursday I invited him over for coffee in the afternoon, when I knew I’d be alone. I dressed to drive him mad: a short black skirt that wedged between my cheeks and framed my hips like a flag, and a silk blouse with a deep neckline, no bra. My nipples showed through blatantly. And underneath, nothing at all.

When I opened the door and he saw me, the boy froze on the doormat. He had just turned eighteen, he was tall, broad-shouldered for his age, and you could see perfectly how his pants started to bulge the second he gave me his first look up and down.

—Come in, Adrián. Want some coffee? —I said in a honeyed voice, smiling at him with all the filth I had inside me.

We sat in the kitchen. The poor thing could hardly speak. His eyes kept drifting to my tits and my thighs every couple of sips. After a long silence, he finally burst out, red as a ripe tomato:

—Auntie, I can’t take it anymore. My sister told me you already know everything. I jerk off every day thinking about you. About your ass, your tits, the way you laugh. Please, auntie, let me fuck you even if it’s just once. I’ve never been with a woman. I’m begging you.

I stood up slowly, moved close until I was pressed against him, and laid my palm over the huge bulge between his legs. It was hard as an axe handle.

—Relax, nephew. Your Aunt Lucía is going to take your virginity the way you deserve. Come with me to the bedroom.

I took him by the wrist and led him along without letting go. Once inside, I took off my blouse slowly, letting my heavy tits bounce free in front of his face. Then I pulled down my skirt, leaving myself completely naked. Adrián stared at my cunt, my hips, and my ass with his eyes like saucers, breathing as if he’d just run up five flights of stairs.

He fumbled off his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as Sofía had described it: thick as my wrist, long, veined, with the shiny head dripping a big clear drop. It got rock hard the moment he saw me fully naked.

—Come here, sweetheart. Look at me properly —I said, lying down and spreading my legs, parting my lips with two fingers—. This is your aunt’s pussy. The one you’ve dreamed about so much. Put it in slowly at first.

The boy was trembling with nerves and excitement. He climbed on top of me in missionary and I myself took that thick shaft and guided it to my entrance. He pushed carefully and I felt him opening me centimeter by centimeter.

—God, auntie —he groaned, his voice broken—. So hot, so tight. It’s swallowing me whole.

I grabbed his young, firm ass and pushed him all the way in.

—That’s it, nephew. Put it all in. Feel how your aunt squeezes you. Better than your sister’s dirty panties, isn’t it?

—A thousand times better, auntie —he panted, thrusting faster and faster—. It’s heaven.

I put my tongue in his mouth while he fucked me like a young, desperate animal. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. He didn’t last long at all. He came first with a long, trembling moan, filling my pussy with a hot, plentiful gush of pure inexperience.

—Sorry, auntie. I couldn’t hold it —he said, embarrassed, still inside me.

I laughed softly and kissed his forehead tenderly.

—Don’t worry, baby. You’re eighteen and you’ve got a huge cock. Now you’re going to learn how to fuck for real. We’ve got the whole afternoon ahead of us.

I got him on all fours behind me, grabbed the headboard, and let him ram me from behind like a dog. I spread my ass with both open hands, staring at the way he went in and out. That image, replayed in his head, must have been the big prize for a kid who’d been jerking off to a photo for months.

—That’s it, Adrián. Hold me tight. Ram it in hard. Feel how your aunt’s cunt sucks you in.

—Auntie, your ass is huge. It’s driving me crazy. I’m going to come again.

And he came a second time, filling me again, this time with less haste and more rage.

Then I got on top. I took that cock, still hard, and sat down on it in one go, burying it all the way to the hilt. I started riding him slowly, letting my heavy tits sway in front of his face like two pendulums.

—Suck my tits, nephew. Bite the nipples. Very good. Just like that.

Adrián grabbed my hips with both hands and buried his mouth in my breasts while I rode him faster and faster, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. He came a third time inside me, shaking all over, groaning with his face buried between my tits.

I gave him a few minutes’ rest, stroked his sweaty hair, and when his dizziness passed, I took him to the kitchen. I sat on the counter, spread my legs as wide as my broad hips would allow, and looped my thighs around his waist.

—Here, Adrián. Fuck me like a man. All the way in, no stopping.

He fucked me standing up, gripping my ass with both hands while I dug my heels into his cheeks. He was sweating, growling, kissing me with animal desperation. He came a fourth time with a long grunt, spilling hot bursts that filled me so much I could feel them already dripping down between my legs.

When he got dressed and left, I stayed sitting on the counter with my legs still open, feeling his thick seed slowly run down the inside of my thighs. I spent the whole afternoon like that, leaking my nephew’s cum. Every time I moved, I felt a warm little trickle falling, and it got me worked up all over again just remembering it.

***

Lucía finished the story with a lewd smile, looking at her three children one by one.

—What? Does it turn you on knowing that your mother, at thirty-nine, fucked cousin Sofía’s brother and the boy gave it to her four times in a row like a stallion?

The three of them nodded in silence, eyes shining and hands already finding each other under the blanket.

—Then come here. Your mother’s still hungry.