It’s the festive season and obviously with Covid-19, seeing family and friends has been pretty difficult, so I’ve found myself reminiscing about last Christmas when I found myself in a compromising situation with my closest friend’s son. I call him my nephew, but really we are not related at all. It was not my finest hour, but also… it was really hot.
**If you don’t care about the background info / setting the scene, just go to the ****** further down.**
To describe myself: I am a 33 year old, 6’0 tall, curvy brunette with a decent rack (E cup tits), a big ass, and long muscular legs. I have a face that is described as ‘cute’ and my nephew Kaleb has had a sweet little crush on me since he was a kid, calling me his ‘pretty aunt’ until it was no longer cool, and was always awkward around me as a younger teenager.
He is now just 17, just about finished his lankiest growth spurt, and is an up and coming football player in his school with a nice physique starting to form. His dad is black and his mom is white so he is a beautiful looking mixed-race kid. Kaleb was a nerdy little kid and we bonded over books and reading sci-fi and fantasy novels, but he’s chosen the more traditional path of sullen and always on his phone these days, but when you can get him to smile he lights up the whole room.
So Kaleb and I were sitting across from each other at our Christmas day gathering on a long banquet table full of my closest friends and family, making small talk but for the most part just chatting with those sat next to us. He was on his phone, as usual, and there was a good festive buzz. He looked particularly handsome in his new Christmas adidas tracksuit that advertised a noticeable bulge through the soft fabric, a fresh haircut with faded sides and a curly mop on top, smelling like a Lynx gift box set.
I was dressed in a tight and low cut top that advertised my large tits a bit too much for the day that was in it and a pair of old Levis 501s. I was wearing my favourite push up bra and laughed a lot sitting next to my best friend’s father, a miserable bastard / comedian, and my breasts jiggled and bounced around a fair amount as he had me in stitches. I caught Kaleb glancing at them once or twice, and for a teenager he was pretty subtle. As the meal and drinks progressed and things got a bit looser, I started prodding him with questions about school and girlfriends, eventually choosing to ignore everyone around us. Leaning in towards the table, I could feel my top slip down a little to reveal the corner of one of my bra cups, and my tits were pressed together and being pushed up even further as they rested on the table top. He could not make eye contact with me for very long, and every other second his eyes were on my cleavage. I pretended to not notice and continued to chat away, enjoying watching him squirm and try to adjust himself subtly. I hoped I was making him really hard, but I couldn’t see much from where I was. There was definitely some intense sexual tension building.
Kaleb suddenly cut me off in the middle of a boring question about his upcoming A levels and got up to use the bathroom, disappearing too quickly for me to see if anything noticeable was going on with his ‘bulge’, so I excused myself and went outside for a vape. I watched everyone enjoying the night through the glass doors, and waited for him to return, and after about ten minutes he still wasn’t back at his seat. I went inside and wandered through the house to the guest bathroom, which wasn’t occupied, and then decided to check the master bedroom and its ensuite. I could see the light was on under the door, so I knocked and asked if anyone was in there. “Occupied!” Kaleb exclaimed, and I laughed. “No kidding, loser. You’ve been ages, are you alright?” He replied, out of breath, “yeah, grand, sorry I’ll be out soon.” Just as I was leaving to go back to the dining room, the door unlocked and opened. Kaleb stood there sheepishly, with his hands over his crotch. I laughed at him and asked him if he was alright again and he responded, saying “not really…”
********* This is where things start to happen.**
I suppose the drink and my general horny and single state got the better of me, and I asked him to move his hands away. He grimace-laughed and looked at the ceiling, moving his hands away from his cock, revealing an impressive large and hard dick outline through his silky tracksuit bottoms. I could almost see the definition between the shaft and the head, he must not have been wearing underwear or something. I felt my pussy flood and my underwear filled with warmth. I walked towards him, into the luxurious bathroom and squeezed past him in the doorway, looking at myself in the mirror before turning to face him and perching my ass on the marble double sink. He started to turn to look at me and I told him quickly to stop, to keep looking in that direction and close and lock the door again. I knew we didn’t have much time before people would start to notice, although everyone was fairly hammered and occupied with all the singing and dancing.
He did as I asked, and I knew I was going to go too far with this. ‘Oh well,’ I thought, ‘no turning back now.’ I asked Kaleb if he had been jerking off before I interrupted him, and he slowly uttered ‘…yes’.
“Did you cum?”
“……..yes”
“Do you want to cum again?”
“Yes” he responded really quickly.
“Good. Start now, please.”
His right hand went to his dick and I could see the familiar, slow rhythmic movement from behind. I looked around me to see if there was anything that might work as a good lube, and saw my friend’s coconut oil on a shelf. I reached up to it and handed him the jar, and he turned around, cock in his hand, and took it from me. “Use this,” I said, and he scooped a bit out and rubbed it all over his thick cock. He started stroking himself really fast and it looked like he was about to cum way too soon, so I ordered him to stop and he dropped his cock, panting.
“Do you want to see my tits?” I asked him, and he nodded enthusiastically and opened his mouth to start to say something. “Shut up, no talking Kaleb. No-one can hear us in here together” and he nodded a bit less vigorously this time. My chest was heaving with the intensity of the situation, and beginning to get a little pink from the alcohol and excitement. I reached down and lifted my top up over my head, revealing my big tits squeezed into my black silky push up bra, bulging and falling out over the edges. I reached around and unclasped my bra, letting them swing free. I watched Kaleb and he made a move towards me to touch me and tried to grab my tits. “No touching either” I said, “sit down on the toilet, actually” and he stumbled back and sat down on the closed lid. He started jerking himself off again and stared at me, and I stood there just letting him look. After what felt like forever, I reached up and started playing with my puffy, perky nipples, letting them harden and pulling on them while squeezing my tits together for him. His mouth was open and he was breathing really hard, moving his hand up and down his cock while ogling me, his balls jumping up and down. I had never been more wet in my life, and I wanted to show him. Leaning back onto the sink again, I started to unbutton my jeans.
“I have to stop or I’m going to cum” he whispered to me, so I nodded and kept going. My buttons were undone and I pulled my jeans down over my hips, and my little white knickers were so tight you could see a clear outline of my smooth pussy lips and the little patch of hair I had waxed around. I shuffled out of my shoes and my jeans and left them in a pile on the floor, and hopped up to sit on the huge double sink area. “I’m going to jerk off too” I said to him quietly, and I slowly spread my legs and pulled my soaking underwear to the side. My pussy was absolutely dripping, with puffy lips and a clit aching to be touched. I wanted his mouth on me, and his cock inside me so badly, but we didn’t have the time and I really didn’t feel right about fucking a 17 year old in his parents’ house. So I slipped my fingers inside my hot little cunt to wet them, running my fingertips up and down the sides of my pussy before going to rub my clit in circles while his eyes bore holes into my pussy. I also felt like I was going to cum too quickly, but I wanted him to watch it happen.
“Come stand closer” I said to him, “but don’t do anything yet. Don’t get any ideas either, we aren’t going to have sex.” He looked visibly disappointed, but quickly recovered. I leaned back onto the mirror and put one leg up, spreading my pussy lips even more for him, letting him look at my little pink hole and small clit. He stood about a foot away from me and looked down at me rubbing my pussy. “I want you to jerk off on me,” I said to him, and he didn’t have to be asked twice to start furiously pumping his cock. His hands deftly moved up and down his dick and his chest and abs were heaving. I stuck three fingers into my pussy and used my other hand to pull on my nipples and grab my boobs. I told him I definitely wanted his cock inside me, but not today, and he groaned. “When?” I shrugged. Both of our movements were making extremely wet noises, and his cock glistened with lube and a lot of precum.
“Fuck you, I’m going to cum” he moaned, and I was too. “Aim for my pussy” I said, “I’m on the pill and I want your cum inside me… you can line it up, but do NOT put your dick inside me. Just your cum.” His eyes widened and he moved closer to me, and changed the angle of his cock, sliding his hands along himself more horizontally. I slid down the edge of the sinks a bit, rubbing my clit in circles while he aligned his cock with my vagina, and we were eventually about three inches apart… maybe two. The tip of his cock was so close to being inside me, and I was about to explode. I wanted to grab his hips and pull him into my wetness, but it couldn’t be today. I felt desperate to be fucked by his young athletic cock. He started rocking his hips forward and backward rhythmically, edging closer towards me until I could feel his knuckles softly moving up and down on my pussy lips, breaking the touch barrier between us and putting me over the edge. I gasped and told him that I was about to cum so hard, and he groaned and pulled back as his hot semen landed on my spread lips, my clit and dripped down into my pussy. I kept rubbing myself and massaged his cum into me, before putting my fingers inside me one last time and orgasming all over them. He was still cumming – there were five or six spurts – I had never seen so much. We both just stayed there, panting and looking at each other’s bodies. Then I got dressed, stood up, checked my hair and makeup, and went back downstairs.
He texted me 10 minutes later, asking me to come back up. I texted him back with my address and a time for the next day. We were definitely going to fuck the next day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kj4sf1/last_christmas_i_showed_my_nephew_my_tits_and_the