The Night My Nephew Broke All My Rules

I never thought I’d do something like that. I’m forty years old, I consider myself a sensible woman, and I had always drawn a clear line between what can be done and what can’t. Until Sebastián, my brother’s son, came to stay a few days in my apartment.

He was twenty-one, and I hadn’t seen him since the previous Christmas, when he was still that awkward teenager who would stay in the corner with his phone. When I opened the door and saw him there, tall, broad-shouldered, with a smile that was no longer a boy’s, I noticed something that I did not like feeling. I let him in and told myself it was nothing.

The first mistake was not closing the bathroom door properly.

I came out after showering without remembering that I was no longer alone in the house. I walked down the hall toward my room with the towel in my hand and found him halfway there, also naked, with the same surprise written on his face that I must have had on mine. We both froze. It must have been three seconds, maybe four. Long enough for me to look without meaning to at what I should not have looked at: he had it half-raised, thick, hanging heavy between his thighs, with the shiny head peeking out beneath the foreskin partly drawn back. Not a boy’s cock. A man’s cock, the kind that shows in jeans and turns heads.

I ran to my room. I locked myself in. I sat on the edge of the bed with my heart racing and the towel pressed to my chest, and I felt my cunt grow wet without permission, throbbing as if it had a life of its own.

Nothing happened. It was an accident. That’s all.

Later we had coffee in silence. He apologized, awkwardly, with his eyes fixed on the cup. I told him it didn’t matter. That should have been the end of it.

But that night I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about that image I had not asked to see and could not erase. I slipped my hand between my legs and found myself soaked, my clit swollen and sensitive at the lightest touch. I rubbed myself slowly, imagining that cock hardening in front of me, imagining it in my mouth, and I came biting the pillow. Ten minutes later I had two fingers buried in my cunt again, fucking myself while I thought about what it would feel like to have him on top of me. I came again, harder, and I hated myself for it. The next morning I wrote to Camila, a chat friend I talk to about everything, and I told her what had happened.

—And what did you feel? —she asked me, as direct as always.

I told her the truth. That I was confused. That on one hand I knew perfectly well who he was, but on the other I had that image stuck between my eyes and couldn’t get it out. That I’d masturbated twice thinking about his cock and that I hadn’t been able to sleep that night.

—Tease him —she told me—. See how far he goes.

I did it. Not much, just a little. I dressed more carefully those days. Something I already did anyway because I have a good body and I like feeling good. But now I was aware that someone was watching. Shorter skirts, blouses with one fewer button, thin underwear when I knew he was going to be close.

***

It was a Friday night. We were having dinner and he asked me, without beating around the bush, what I had felt that day in the hallway.

I sat still for a moment. I thought about what Camila had told me. Then I answered that I had found him attractive and that I felt flattered that someone so young liked me.

He leaned back in his chair with a half smile.

—I thought about you the last time I was with a girl —he said—. I was fucking her and thinking about you. I jerked off in the shower that same night imagining it was you sucking my cock. I can’t help it. You drive me crazy.

I told him it was normal to feel that kind of thing but that we were aunt and nephew, and that we couldn’t keep going down that road. I got up to take the plates to the kitchen. He followed me.

He grabbed my shoulders before I reached the sink. I turned around. His face was ten centimeters from mine and his eyes were fixed on my mouth.

—You want it too —he said—. Your tits have been hard ever since I sat across from you. Your nipples show through the blouse.

He kissed me before I could answer. It was not a hesitant kiss. It was a kiss that knew exactly what it was doing. I opened my mouth without deciding to, and when I felt his tongue come in and seek mine, I put the plates in the sink and pressed my hands to his chest. Not to push him away. To steady myself.

He shoved me against the counter. His hands slid down my back to my skirt, which I was wearing quite short that night. He slipped his hands underneath, grabbed my ass with both of them, and pressed me against him. I felt his hard cock pushing against my stomach through his pants. It was exactly as thick as in the memory, and hard as stone.

—This is wrong —I said against his mouth.

—I know —he answered, and kept kissing my neck, biting me slowly, sucking the skin below my ear until he made me tremble.

He lifted me onto the counter in one movement. He spread my legs and placed himself between them. He tore the buttons off my blouse one by one, without rushing but without hesitation, and yanked my bra down in one pull until my tits were bare. He stared at them for a second, breathing heavily.

—Fuck, auntie —he whispered—. I’ve been thinking about these tits for weeks.

He lowered his mouth and sucked one nipple whole, nibbled at it, licked it in circles until it went hard and sensitive. He moved to the other and repeated the same thing, slower, deeper, until both my hands were buried in his hair and I was pushing his face against me. He sucked my tits as if he were hungry for them, and I felt my cunt clench each time his tongue traced a circle around a nipple.

He went down my cleavage, licked between my breasts, kissed my stomach. He grabbed my skirt and hiked it up to my waist. I was wearing very thin black panties, and he paused for a second to look at the dark patch of wetness crossing the center.

—You’re soaked —he said, with a crooked smile—. And not just from now.

He pulled my panties aside with two fingers. He didn’t bother taking them off. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over my cunt from top to bottom, all of it, very slowly, tasting me. A moan escaped me that I couldn’t hold back. He did it again, this time pressing his tongue against my clit as he reached the top. I clutched the edge of the counter with both hands.

—God —I murmured—. Sebastián, fuck…

He pried my lips apart with his fingers and started sucking. He sucked my clit with his lips, with his tongue, alternating pressure and speed in a way I would not have expected from someone his age. He slipped two fingers inside me and curled them upward while he kept working my clit with his mouth. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I felt the orgasm rise from my feet, sweep up my stomach, explode between my legs while his tongue never stopped. I came in his mouth, pressing his head against me with both hands, my thighs trembling around his face.

When he lifted his head, his chin was shining. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth without taking his eyes off me.

—To the bedroom —he said.

He lifted me down from the counter and carried me to the bedroom almost in his arms. He threw me onto the bed and stripped naked standing in front of me. When he pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang out hard, thick, with a purple head and a shiny drop at the tip, my mouth watered. I knelt at the edge of the bed, grabbed it with both hands, and put it in my mouth without thinking.

It was hot, hard, and filled me completely. I sucked it eagerly, choking when it reached the back of my throat, pulling it out to lick his balls, then swallowing it again to the base. He grabbed my hair from behind and started setting the rhythm, driving his hips against my face. I looked up at him through watery eyes with my mouth full of his cock, and he let out a rough groan.

—Fuck, auntie, look how you suck —he gasped—. Nobody’s ever sucked me like that in my life.

I yanked it out, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the head.

—Fuck me —I told him—. Hard. I don’t want you to hold back.

He threw me on my back on the bed, grabbed my legs, and spread them. He positioned himself between them, held his cock in his hand, and slid into me slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until I felt him filling me to the throat. I closed my eyes and let out a long moan. It had been a long time since I felt so open, so invaded.

He started fucking me hard from the very first thrust. The bed hit the wall with each shove. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him deeper each time he drove in. He sucked my tits while he fucked me, bit my neck, whispered the dirtiest things anyone had ever said to me into my ear.

—That’s it, auntie, squeeze your cunt, milk my cock…

Halfway through he turned me over, put me on all fours, and rammed into me from behind in one single stroke. He grabbed my hips and started pounding me, faster, harder, until a moan escaped me with every thrust. He slipped a thumb wet with saliva into my other hole and left it there, pressing into me, and I screamed into the pillow because I was coming again, all over, my cunt clenching his cock in spasms.

—I’m gonna come —he gasped—. Where…

—Inside —I told him without thinking—. Come inside me, fuck.

He drove into me three or four more times and unloaded inside me with a growl, gripping my hips so hard I had marks the next day. I felt his cock throbbing as he filled me with cum, spurting shot after shot. When he pulled out, a thick stream slid down the inside of my thigh.

I buried my nails in the sheet and I didn’t care about leaving marks on him or on the bed.

***

We lay there together, staring at the ceiling. He had a smile on his face. I didn’t know what expression to wear.

—This can’t happen again —I said.

—Of course —he said.

It happened four more times that week.

***

One afternoon I put on music while I waited for him to arrive. When he walked in, there was no longer any need to pretend nothing had changed between us. He kissed me the moment he closed the door, pushed me against the wall, slipped his hand under my skirt, and checked that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He smiled against my neck. He dragged me to the bedroom, tore my clothes off, and we spent the rest of the afternoon on my bed with the blinds half closed.

There was something about seeing ourselves reflected in the big wardrobe mirror. Me on my knees on the bed, him behind me, his hands on my hips and his cock going in and out of my cunt in a slow, deep rhythm. I liked looking at that image and thinking what I was thinking, which was exactly what I should not have been thinking: that he was my nephew, that he was twenty-one, and that he was fucking me from behind while I watched myself come in the mirror.

That day we tried something new. I guided him. I took his hand and brought his thumb to his mouth. I sucked it well, left it shining, and guided his hand to my ass.

—Slowly —I told him—. I’ve never done it before.

He pulled his cock out of my cunt, rubbed it nice and wet between my butt cheeks, and pressed the head against the other hole. He pushed slowly. At first I tensed up, and he stopped, waited, caressed my back with his free hand. He pushed again, with more of his own saliva and the wetness my cunt had left on him, and this time the head went in at once. I arched my back and let out a moan I didn’t recognize as mine.

—Keep going —I said, gritting my teeth—. Don’t stop.

He slid it in centimeter by centimeter, very slowly, until I felt all of it inside me. I stayed still for a moment, getting used to the size, to that new sensation of being so full in a place where I had never had anything before. I never took my eyes off the mirror. I looked at my own wrecked face, my tits swaying, and at him behind me with his eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched.

He started moving. At first carefully, then with more rhythm. I slipped two fingers into my cunt while he took me from behind, and the pleasure was different, deeper, fuller, as if I had two orgasms forming at once and fighting to come out first. When I came I had to bury my face in the pillow to muffle the cry, and he came behind me a second later, with his cock buried to the hilt.

He came out of me slowly and stayed kneeling behind me, panting. I managed to turn around and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

—Again —I said.

And he did it. This time he put me on top of him, face up, with my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me in the ass with his hand on my cunt while I writhed beneath him, unable to do anything but take it.

***

One Saturday he arrived with a friend he introduced to me as Diego. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with that body of someone who spends hours in the gym. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I noticed he looked at me a second longer than normal.

The three of us had a few drinks. I knew what Sebastián had in mind. He had mentioned it days earlier, in a low voice, as if he weren’t entirely serious. At the time it had seemed impossible to me. But now, with the drinks on the table and the two of them looking at me, it no longer seemed so impossible.

It was Sebastián who got up first. He knelt in front of me and began kissing my legs slowly, without hurrying, moving up the inner side of my thighs. Diego watched me from the armchair with shorter breathing and a clear bulge showing in his pants. I moved closer to him and kissed him. He responded at once, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand.

Sebastián lifted my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and started eating my cunt while I kissed Diego. I unbuttoned his pants with one hand and took out his cock. It was thicker than Sebastián’s, shorter but wider, with prominent veins. I wrapped my hand around it and started jerking him off slowly while I kept kissing him, with Sebastián’s tongue working me between my legs.

I slid off the armchair until I was kneeling in front of Diego. I pulled his pants down to his knees and put his cock in my mouth. It was hot and filled me completely. I closed my eyes and started sucking it hard, while I felt Sebastián move up behind me, spread my legs, and sink his cock into my cunt in one thrust.

I stayed there for a second with Diego’s cock in my mouth and Sebastián’s inside me, and I thought it was an image I had never in my life imagined myself starring in. Then I stopped thinking.

The next few minutes were a pileup of sensations I could not have sorted if I wanted to. We changed places several times. Diego laid me on my back on the rug and fucked me slowly while Sebastián sat me on his mouth and I sucked him while lying on my side. Sebastián mounted me and made me ride him while Diego put his cock in my mouth standing to one side. At some point I had two cocks in my hands and didn’t know which one to suck first.

Diego came first, on my tits, after I jerked him off with my mouth to the end. Sebastián lasted longer, fucked me from behind until I came screaming in his ear for him not to stop, and then emptied inside me with a roar that made me shiver.

I came three times before either of them asked for a break. After that, the three of us lay on the sofa, exhausted, with our clothes scattered across the living room floor and me with my legs still open and too weak to close them.

***

The night Natalia showed up was completely different.

Natalia has been my friend for years. The one who always turns up unannounced with a bottle of wine in her hand. That night she also brought two movies and the plan of spending a quiet evening. What neither of us had planned was what happened afterward.

We were lying on the sofa, our glasses nearly empty, when she asked me what was going on with me. I’d had that look for weeks, she said. Different. More awake.

I didn’t answer. She turned toward me and looked at me with that expression of hers that does not accept lies. Then she leaned in and kissed me slowly, as if she’d been thinking about it for a while.

What happened next was gradual and completely natural, as if we had done it before, even though we hadn’t. Her hands were different from Sebastián’s. More attentive, slower, more focused on what I needed at each moment. She unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time and kissed my tits over my bra, nibbling at my nipples through the fabric until they went hard.

She took all my clothes off with a calm that had me trembling. When she lowered her head between my legs and ran her tongue over my cunt for the first time, I closed my eyes and gripped the back of the sofa. No one had ever eaten my cunt like that. She licked me in circles, slipped her tongue inside me, sucked my clit with her lips as if it were a candy, and all of it with a patience I didn’t have. She made me come twice with her mouth before she climbed up to kiss me and let me taste my own flavor on her tongue.

I returned the favor. I laid her down, spread her legs, and spent a long time between them, learning what she liked, what made her arch her back, what made her bite my hair. I made her moan loudly, shamelessly, with the taste of another woman filling my mouth for the first time in my life.

I had my head thrown back and my eyes closed, with Natalia’s fingers moving slowly inside me, when I heard the key in the door.

Sebastián froze in the doorway. Natalia looked up and stared at him without moving, her lips shiny and two fingers still inside me. He took two seconds. Then he closed the door and came toward the sofa, already unbuttoning his pants.

That night the three of us crossed a line none of us had crossed before. Natalia was no innocent, and Sebastián neither. I was in the middle, taking what each of them had to give. Sebastián fucked me from behind while Natalia sat her cunt on my face and I ate her out. Then Natalia straddled me facing away, bent down to suck Sebastián’s cock while I licked her cunt from underneath. She came in my mouth with my nephew’s cock between her lips, and I came twice more before Sebastián emptied into my belly and Natalia bent down to lick the cum off my skin.

At some point I stopped thinking in words and only felt.

I fell asleep between the two of them long after midnight, exhausted and completely satisfied, with Natalia’s hand on my tits and Sebastián’s breath hot against my neck.

***

The following week Sebastián called me.

—I have a proposal —he said—. You can say no.

He explained it plainly. Five of his friends, all between eighteen and twenty-three, a night he wanted to organize for me. He had told them things, not everything, but enough. They wanted to meet me. They wanted to fuck me.

I hung up and stared at the ceiling for a long while, my hand between my legs without remembering when I had put it there.

Then I texted him yes.

***

I got ready more carefully than usual. Black lingerie, stockings, the heels I keep for occasions worthy of them. I looked at myself in the mirror before they arrived and liked myself very much.

When the six of them came in, the apartment filled with a different energy than anything I had felt before. Five strangers and Sebastián, all looking at me with that mixture of curiosity and desire that is hard to describe but impossible to mistake.

We talked for a while. We drank something. The youngest one, who looked younger than he was, couldn’t take his eyes off my legs. The tallest stayed quiet but smiled every time I spoke. The others kept alternating between looking at each other and looking at me.

It was Sebastián who stood up first, as always. He knelt in front of me and started kissing my knee, moving slowly up my thigh. The others watched for a few seconds, then someone stood up, and then another, and suddenly there were hands everywhere at once. Someone unhooked my bra from behind and took it off. Another pulled my panties down my legs. The youngest knelt beside me and put one nipple in his mouth without saying a word.

I wasn’t afraid. Only aroused in a way my body could not contain.

The following hours were an accumulation of sensations I could not have sorted if I wanted to. They moved me from an armchair to the sofa, from the sofa to the rug, from the rug to the dining table. I had one cock in each hand and another in my mouth at the same time. I had a tongue on my cunt while I sucked two at once. They fucked me in front and behind simultaneously, with a third man kneeling beside my face asking me to suck him while the other two pounded into me.

The quietest one turned out to be the roughest in bed. He grabbed my hair while he fucked me face-down on the table, and I screamed, asking for more. The youngest came first, on my tits, his legs trembling. The others lasted in turns, fucking me one after another while the ones waiting jerked off watching me or put their cock in my mouth so I could suck them hot.

Sebastián saved himself for last. When the five of them had already come —two in my mouth, one on my tits, two inside me, one of them in my ass—, my nephew laid me on the rug, spread my legs soaked with everything they had left inside me, and fucked me slowly while the others watched us in silence from the sofa. I looked him in the eyes the whole time. I came once more, the who-knows-how-many-th of the night, and he unloaded inside me with his forehead resting against mine.

I came more times than I counted. More than once I asked them to keep going when I could have asked them to stop. I responded to each of them with the same attention and the same shamelessness.

At the end I was lying on the living room floor, exhausted, with the six of them around me and cum dripping between my thighs. Sebastián sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders.

He said nothing. He didn’t need to.

***

That night I stayed alone after everyone left. I showered for a long time, feeling the hot water wash away the physical traces of the night, and I put on my robe and sat on the sofa with a hot infusion in my hands.

I tried to feel guilty. I looked for it with some dedication. I didn’t find it.

What I found was something more like clarity. I had crossed a line I thought I would never cross, and on the other side there was no catastrophe or regret. Only the certainty that I knew exactly what I wanted and that, for the first time in a long while, I had had the courage to ask for it without apologizing.

Sebastián kept coming to see me in the following weeks. The dynamic between us changed, as light changes after a storm. More comfortable, more direct, without the anxious tension of the first days. He fucked me with the same calm with which he made me coffee in the morning, and I liked both things equally.

Camila asked me how it had all ended.

I told her it hadn’t ended. That it had barely begun.