Breakthrough 1 – My nephew

My nephew Bobby reached the age of consent a couple months ago. He actually had two parties, one with friends and one with family, though nobody mentioned the age of consent thing. It was at the latter party that I had a chance to talk to him quietly off to the side.

“Well, Bobby, what’s going on? Are you having fun with girls, yet?”

“Not really.”

“Not really? But sorta? Do you have a girl friend?”

“Well I like this girl Allison, but she’s just a friend.”

“A friend who’s a girl, not a girl friend?”

“Yeah. Sorta. But she’s really pretty.” I knew Allison from church and I had to agree ten times over about that. She was gorgeous and physically mature even though she was a few months younger than Bobby.

“Aren’t you the mysterious one. Are you ever alone with her?”

“Well yeah. We sometimes sit and talk at her house. In the basement rec room.”

“But you like her apparently. What does she let you do?”

“She lets me walk her home.”

“Have you kissed her Bobby, touched her anywhere special?”

“No Aunt Kate. We just sit and talk.”

“Are you afraid to try to kiss her? I mean some kids your age are already having sex and you’re afraid to kiss her?”

“Well yeah but I guess I’d like to. Kiss her that is.”

The party seemed to be breaking up and Bobby needed to say bye and thank you to everybody.

“Why don’t you come by my house after school tomorrow. I have some time off and we can talk some more about this.” Bobby and his mom and dad lived a few blocks away, so he wouldn’t need a ride.

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At 3 PM the next day Bobby came to the door. It was a Monday. My husband wasn’t due home for several hours.

“OK Bobby, let’s go sit on the sofa together.” I fetched a coke for him and iced tea for me.

He sat on the sofa and I sat right next to him. He wasn’t expecting me to be that close, but he didn’t say anything.

“So Bobby, let’s pretend I’m Allison and you’re gonna kiss her.” I turned to face him, staring longingly into his eyes. Our faces moved closer and closer, mostly my doing.

“I’m supposed to kiss you?”

“Yep.” He gave me a peck on the cheek. “On the lips.” Another peck, but on the lips.

“Well that’s better, but she wants a real kiss.” And I pulled his head close and held him to me kissing. He didn’t pull away but he wasn’t really into it.

“Open your mouth a bit.” And with that he was beginning to enjoy it more. We actually sat there kissing each other for several minutes and I was able to show him how to make it really passionate.

“Wasn’t that fun, Bobby?” He nodded. “You know that girls really like to have their breasts rubbed, but maybe you should go slow,” and with that I took his hands and put them on my ribs. “Slide your hands up slowly – see if she stops you. … Good … Feel the sides of my boobs? … Hehe … Keep kissing her .. me …” Finally I pulled one of his hands across the front of my chest.

“Aunt Kate!” and he was trying to pull his hand off, but I just held it there.

“Rub them both. Gently,” I urged him, as I also started kissing him again. “Now squeeze them a little,” I suggested. I was enjoying the feeling even if he wasn’t the most practiced male to work there. And he must have been enjoying it, too, because I could see he was getting aroused. It crossed my mind that I was getting carried away. I certainly hadn’t planned for anything like this.

“That feels really good, Bobby. You’re already a master. Do you like doing that?”

“Well I guess. Yeah its nice. But you’re my …..”

“I’m your aunt. But we’re pretending I’m Allison, OK. Besides, I’m a girl too and I like the same things.” He smiled at that. “You know it even feels better if you touch them directly. Slide your hands up under my T-shirt.” Of course, he did and found my bra. “Well Bobby, you have to push my bra up if you’re going to touch them,” and his cool hands eventually cupped my boobs. It felt so nice.

“I bet you’ve never seen a girl’s boobs have you.”

“No”

“So why don’t you pull up my shirt and look,” I suggested. He did and he just stared. “My bra isn’t very comfortable like this. Besides you need to learn how to unclip one.” I turned so he could see what he was doing. “Pull the ends together and the little hooks will come apart,” and he did that, too. “You’ll have to practice doing that without looking. Who wants to stop kissing just to undo a bra?”

My boobs were completely free now and I had him twiddle my nipples. Boy he loved that and if it wasn’t obvious before, I could see he was totally aroused.

I reached down to let him know I knew what was going on below his belt. He was hard and I could tell he was above average in size. He took a deep breath but he wasn’t resisting anymore though he seemed embarrassed.

“You know what, Bobby? Someday I bet Allison will do this for you,” I said as my hand rubbed down his side and again wrapped around the bulge in his pants. He was blushing.

“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s supposed to happen at times like this,” and I unzipped his pants. “Let’s see what we have here.” I was so out of control.

“Auntie!!!” he objected, but I kept going and out popped his cock. It didn’t hurt that I started rubbing it vigorously.

“I bet you like this!” He was speechless as his breath accelerated. “I like doing it, too.” We kept playing like that, me rubbing his cock and he holding my breasts while we kissed.

Bobby was breathing harder now. “I’m gonna make a mess!” and then his sperm was shooting all over my skirt. Some got on his pants.

When that was finished, he panted, “I’m sorry,”.

“It’s OK. I liked that. I’ll throw this into the washing machine. Wait here I’ll get something to clean up your pants,” and I went off to get a damp washcloth. That worked pretty well.

But I was getting the feeling that maybe I had gone too far. He’s my sister’s son after all and the sense of impropriety was overwhelming.

“Maybe you should go now,” and I kissed him and led him to the front door.

And just as I was about to close the door behind him, I couldn’t resist saying, “Maybe we could talk [what a euphemism that was] some more on Wednesday after school. I have to leave work early to get ready for a trip.”

Bobby went out the door and halfway down the walk, he looked back at me seeming confused and amazed. I blew him a kiss.

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When Simon came home from work a couple hours later, I poured some inexpensive wine and served him dinner. Afterwards, I made it clear how much I wanted to have sex and I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed it. But the thing was, I was imagining Bobby’s cock, not his.

Sex at home had always been good but some of the excitement went out of it a long time before. It had been five years since the first time a man came to my room when I was travelling on business. Then a couple years later, Simon came home from a trip and I was incredibly horny. After a couple glasses of wine, we hopped into bed before we even had dinner. It was when I went down on him that I noticed. Faint but without a doubt, the aroma of another woman was on his cock.

I didn’t say anything and we had a really nice romp in the hay. Afterwards, I poured two more glasses of wine and we sat on the sofa. Then I broached the subject on my mind.

“You’ve been sleeping with other women haven’t you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“On your cock. I could smell her. Whoever you were with last night.”

He looked down crestfallen. “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Oh Kate, Kate, you know I love you.”

“Anyone special?”

“No, no, I just met her a couple nights ago.” So there had been two nights. But how could I be angry?

“It’s really OK. We’re apart so much with our travels. I’ve been wondering how you were managing.”

He looked at me surprised. He’d been expecting a big scene. There was moisture in his eyes.