My erotic Aunt

Alejandro goes to live with his alluring aunt Laura, a beautiful older woman. A story to read with one hand, delivered in several parts.

1

A week had passed since that sensual massage that still burned in Alejandro’s memory. Laura had been very busy with work at the art gallery, leaving early and returning late. During those days, the young man’s mind was in constant turmoil. At night, lying among the cushions, he imagined countless ways to take things further: kissing her, touching her without limits, sinking between her legs and fucking her hard. But at the same time, strong waves of guilt overwhelmed him. She was almost forty, she was his mother’s sister, and in certain gestures and expressions, she even resembled her a little. That mix of forbidden desire and shame had him completely obsessed.

One quiet afternoon, Laura was finally home. Nervous but determined, Alejandro suggested:

“Would you like to watch a movie? I was thinking of The Story of O.”

Laura’s eyes sparkled with interest.

“I love that movie,” she replied with a mischievous smile. “Put it on.”

They settled together on the large pile of cushions in the living room, under the dim red lights that always gave the space an intimate and sinful touch. The movie had barely been on for twenty minutes when Laura began to shift uncomfortably.

“It’s really hot today… do you mind if I take off my shorts and stay in just my panties?”

“Not at all,” Alejandro answered, feeling his cock starting to harden instantly.

Laura stood up gracefully and slowly slid her shorts down, revealing a pair of sheer black lace panties that barely covered her shaved pussy. She lay back down, crossing her legs sensually and letting him admire the curve of her hips and the soft skin of her thighs.

A few minutes later, Alejandro could no longer focus on the screen. His erection was obvious under his shorts.

“Aunt… do you mind if I masturbate while we watch the movie?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Laura glanced at him sideways, biting her lower lip.

“No problem, sweetie. We’re comfortable here,” she replied casually.

Shortly after, she herself let out a sigh.

“This BDSM movie is getting me really horny… do you mind if I masturbate too?”

Alejandro shook his head, almost speechless.

The two of them stayed side by side. Alejandro pulled down his shorts and began stroking his hard cock, while Laura slipped a hand inside her panties and started rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions. The living room filled with their heavy breathing and soft moans. The atmosphere became thick, heavy with the scent of arousal.

In an irresistible impulse, Alejandro lunged toward her, trying to kiss and touch her, but Laura gently placed a firm hand on his chest and stopped him.

“No, Ale… I’m your aunt,” she reminded him softly but decisively. “Let’s keep watching the movie.”

Alejandro pulled back, frustrated and painfully aroused. Laura, as if nothing had happened, slowly removed her panties, leaving herself completely exposed from the waist down. Her pussy was glistening with wetness.

“Be right back,” she murmured.

She got up and walked naked to her room, swaying her hips. She returned moments later with one of her large, thick, realistic dildos. Without saying a word, she lay back among the cushions, spread her legs obscenely, and slowly slid the dildo between her wet lips, letting out a long, deep moan as it filled her.

Alejandro was no longer pretending to watch the movie. His eyes were glued to his aunt: the way her breasts rose and fell under her t-shirt, how her fingers gripped the dildo and pumped it in and out of her pussy faster and faster, glistening with her juices.

“What’s wrong?” Laura asked in a sarcastic, playful tone, without stopping. “Are you bored with the movie?”

She looked straight into his eyes while accelerating her movements, moaning louder. That lust-filled gaze was the trigger. Laura arched her back, trembled violently, and reached an intense orgasm, clenching around the dildo while maintaining eye contact with him.

Seeing his aunt cum like that, looking at him, was too much. Alejandro let out a grunt and came hard, shooting thick, abundant streams of cum that splattered across his abdomen, chest, and part of the cushions.

Laura watched the spectacle with a satisfied smile.

“Wow… so much cum,” she said, impressed, almost laughing. “Come, clean me up.”

Alejandro, still panting and with shaky legs, got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with some paper. He knelt beside her and carefully cleaned the drops of semen that had landed on her thighs and belly. Laura remained lying down, with the dildo still inside her, and continued watching the movie as if nothing had happened, with complete naturalness, until the very end.

2

Alejandro was on the verge of madness. A week had passed since that sensual massage, and the days that followed had only increased his frustration to unbearable levels. Laura seemed to enjoy tormenting him: she walked around the apartment half-naked, masturbated in front of him, moaned shamelessly while fucking herself with her dildos, but she always set a clear limit. She never gave him what he wanted most: her pussy. That constant provocation and denial was consuming him. The more she refused him, the more obsessively he desired her.

One sunny morning, the tension finally exploded.

Laura was walking around the apartment topless, wearing only a pair of short gray cotton shorts that barely covered half of her ass. Her firm, round breasts bounced with every step, her pink nipples hardened by the morning coolness. She walked very close to Alejandro, who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water. The scent of her skin mixed with the subtle aroma of her usual arousal was the final straw.

He couldn’t hold back for another second.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed her arm firmly, and pushed her against the wall. Laura let out a surprised gasp.

“Alejandro! What are you doing?” she exclaimed, trying to push him away with her hands.

But he had already lost control. With desperate, rough movements, he yanked down her shorts and panties in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. His cock was so hard it hurt. Without saying a word, he thrust into her violently, burying his entire length deep inside his aunt’s hot, wet pussy.

Laura arched her back and let out a long, guttural moan — a mix of pain and raw pleasure.

“Yes! You finally lost control!” she cried out in ecstasy. “Like that! Rape me! Rape me hard, nephew!”

Pressed against the wall, she spread her legs wider and pushed her ass back, offering herself completely. Alejandro gripped her hips tightly and started fucking her with deep, brutal thrusts. The obscene, wet sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen. Every time he drove into her completely, Laura moaned louder, urging him on.

“You took too long to make me your bitch…” she panted between broken moans. “Harder! Rape me like you always wanted!”

The excitement was so intense that Alejandro felt like he was going to explode. He turned her around, sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, and pulled her onto him. Laura straddled his hard cock and slammed down, taking him all the way inside. She began riding him furiously, grinding her hips in circles and bouncing up and down. Her beautiful breasts bounced wildly in front of his face. Alejandro grabbed them roughly, sucking and biting her nipples while she fucked him.

“I want to be your rapist…” he growled, digging his fingers into her ass. “I want to fuck you whenever I feel like it.”

Laura came for the first time with a muffled scream, clenching violently around his cock. Soon after, a second, even more intense orgasm hit her, her nails raking down his back as she trembled uncontrollably. Alejandro couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust up into her with savage force and came deep inside her, filling her pussy with thick, hot streams of cum while Laura reached her third orgasm, screaming and convulsing on top of him.

Both were left exhausted, sweaty, and panting. Alejandro held her tightly, still buried inside her. Without a word, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bed. They lay down together, naked and pressed close. Laura rested her head on his chest, gently stroking his torso while their legs remained intertwined.

“Sleep with me…” she whispered, kissing his neck tenderly.

Alejandro wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair and skin, and for the first time in a long while, they fell into a deep sleep together, wrapped in the smell of sex, sweat, and cum.

3

Since that wild morning in the kitchen, the relationship between Alejandro and Laura had taken a definitive turn. Nephew and aunt had become passionate, unrestricted lovers. Sex became part of their daily routine: in the mornings upon waking, in the afternoons when she returned from the gallery, and almost always before going to sleep. They did it everywhere — in Laura’s big bed, against the hallway walls, on the cushions in the living room under the red lights, and even in the shower, where hot water ran down their sweaty bodies. Alejandro fucked her with insatiable hunger, and Laura surrendered completely, moaning his name, scratching his back, and begging him to use her as his personal whore.

However, guilt soon appeared. Some nights, when Alejandro texted his mother to tell her how well he was doing in Barcelona, a heavy feeling pressed on his chest. “What would Mom think if she knew I’m sleeping with her own sister?” he repeated to himself over and over. The thought tormented him for hours, but every time Laura undressed in front of him or looked at him with those green eyes full of desire, all the guilt dissolved under an irresistible wave of lust.

One afternoon at midday, while sunlight streamed through the loft windows, Laura came out of her room with a serious, worried expression that Alejandro had rarely seen.

“Alejandro, we need to talk,” she said firmly.

She led him to the living room and they sat together on the large cushions. Laura took out a used pregnancy test and showed it to him in silence. Two clear pink lines.

“I’m pregnant,” she announced bluntly. “Two weeks.”

Alejandro felt the world stop for a moment. Laura continued, visibly affected but determined:

“I’m not going to have a child with my own nephew. It seems like a total aberration to me. This has to end right now.”

They had a long and deep conversation. After discussing all the options, they both agreed that the most sensible thing was to have an abortion. Laura didn’t want emotional complications or to bear the consequences of incest. The decision was made together.

That same afternoon, before going to the clinic, the sexual tension took hold of them again intensely. Laura looked at him with eyes shining with excitement and pushed him hard onto the floor. She quickly took off her clothes and got on all fours on the cushions, offering him her ass and wet pussy.

“Fuck me,” she demanded in a hoarse, urgent voice.

Alejandro thrust into her with a deep, savage stroke. As he fucked her hard from behind, Laura moaned uncontrollably and, between broken gasps, confessed something dark and disturbing:

“It turns me on… thinking that we’re going to kill our son… that we’re going to take him out of me while you cum inside…”

Those twisted words awakened something primitive in Alejandro. He grabbed her by the hair and fucked her even more brutally, slamming against her ass with every thrust. Laura came hard, trembling violently, and he followed shortly after, filling her with hot cum while she repeated between moans how excited she felt about the abortion.

After that quick, dirty sex, Laura got dressed, went to the clinic, and the doctor prescribed her abortion pills. The process wasn’t complicated: in less than two days the pregnancy ended without major physical complications, although it left an emotional mark on both of them.

That same night, while resting naked in bed, Laura gently stroked his chest and said seriously:

“Don’t tell anyone about the pregnancy. No one. Not even Veronica.”

Alejandro frowned, confused.

“Who is Veronica?”

Laura smiled with a hint of mischief, though she still looked somewhat tired.

“She’s my girlfriend. She’s French, a lesbian, and she arrives in two days. We’ve been together for almost a year, although we have an open relationship. I don’t want her to know anything about this.”

Alejandro remained silent, processing the new information. His aunt wasn’t just his lover… she also had a girlfriend who was about to arrive at the apartment.

2

The next day they barely spoke. There was a heavy, strange silence between them, as if both needed time to process what had happened. Neither mentioned the abortion nor the sex from the previous day. However, by the afternoon everything had returned to apparent normality. Laura made coffee with her usual grace, put on soft background music, and moved around the house wearing only a long t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her body, still marked by the previous days, was on full display without shame.

While they were sitting among the cushions in the living room, Laura broke the silence with a calm but deep voice:

“The abortion felt like a spiritual liberation. Like I had removed something from inside me that didn’t belong in this moment of my life. It was strange… but liberating.”

Alejandro moved closer to her. He caressed her cheek tenderly and then slid his hand down her neck, slowly moving toward her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured. “It turns me on so much that you’re older than me. It turns me on that you’re my mother’s sister… that you resemble her a bit in the shape of your mouth, in your gaze. It’s so forbidden… and so fucking exciting.”

Laura smiled with a mixture of tenderness and dark lust. Her green eyes sparkled.

“I saw you when you were born, you know? I held you as a tiny, pink baby, I changed your diapers, I watched you grow up as a little boy… and now look at you. Turned into a young man, with this strong body, with this thick cock that fucks me mercilessly. Your mother would hate me with all her soul if she knew about all the dirty, perverted sex we’re having.”

Her words were like gasoline. They kissed with savage passion, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, biting lips, devouring one another with hunger. Their hands explored urgently: Alejandro squeezed her soft, heavy breasts, pinching her nipples, while Laura stroked his already hard cock over his pants.

At that exact moment, the doorbell rang.

Laura pulled away with a mischievous smile.

“It must be Veronica.”

She opened the door and there she was. Veronica was stunning: long jet-black hair cascading down her back, skin extremely pale like snow, large intense green eyes, full lips painted a deep blood red. She was slim but with pronounced curves — firm medium breasts, narrow waist, and round hips. She was dressed entirely in black: a tight dress that hugged her figure, high boots, and a long jacket. She had a vampiric, mysterious, and dangerously seductive aura.

The two women hugged affectionately and kissed on the mouth without shame — a long, wet, deep kiss with visible tongues. Then Laura turned:

“This is my nephew, Alejandro.”

Veronica looked him up and down with an enigmatic smile and gave him two kisses on the cheeks, lightly brushing her lips against his skin.

They soon started drinking. In the fridge there was a cold bottle of vodka and cranberry juice. The three of them poured generous glasses and the conversation flowed easily between laughter and loaded glances. Veronica spoke passionately about witchcraft, rituals, and how she had been studying Anton LaVey’s The Satanic Bible. She described in detail some rituals she had performed with friends, talking about the powerful and dark energy she had felt.

The alcohol took effect quickly. All three were visibly drunk, with flushed cheeks and lowered inhibitions. Veronica looked like a true vampire under the red lights of the loft: pale, sensual, and dangerous.

Suddenly, Veronica approached Laura and began kissing her intensely. Her hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing them and caressing her nipples over the fabric. Laura responded with equal desire. Soon the two women were undressing each other hurriedly. Their naked bodies were exposed: Laura’s golden skin against Veronica’s porcelain-white skin. They touched each other greedily, kissing breasts, sucking nipples, and moaning without shame.

Alejandro watched them from the cushions, his cock throbbing painfully inside his pants.

Veronica glanced sideways at Alejandro and let out a low, perverse laugh. The two lesbians ended up completely naked on the cushions. Laura knelt down and began licking Veronica’s shaved, pink pussy with devotion, sliding her tongue between her wet lips. Veronica, on the other hand, stared directly into Alejandro’s eyes with a cold, almost dead gaze, yet full of malice and lust. He felt hypnotized, as if in a trance.

Unable to resist, he pulled out his thick cock and began stroking it slowly while watching them. Veronica deliberately lifted her pale feet toward him, showing him her soft, arched soles, as if she knew exactly what excited him. Alejandro also had a perfect view of Laura’s pink, puckered asshole, exposed while she ate out her girlfriend.

As if his body were acting on its own, he stood up, positioned himself behind Laura, spat saliva on his cock and on her virgin asshole, and pressed the thick head against it. He pushed hard.

Laura let out a sharp cry of pain, her whole body tensing.

Veronica, smiling with a wicked, sadistic grin, grabbed her head firmly and ordered:

“Keep sucking, darling. Don’t stop.”

Alejandro began penetrating his aunt’s virgin ass for the first time. It was extremely tight, hot, and constricting. Laura moaned in pain and pleasure while Veronica held her. The loft was in darkness, lit only by the red lights. Outside, night had fallen.

Veronica was the first to cum with an intense, loud orgasm, staring straight at Alejandro. Almost at the same time, Laura experienced her first anal orgasm, screaming against Veronica’s pussy while her asshole clenched violently around her nephew’s cock. Seeing the extreme pleasure of the two women was too much for Alejandro. He came deep inside Laura’s rectum, filling her with abundant hot streams of cum.

He collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted and panting.

Veronica smiled with satisfaction, hugged Laura, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Then she took her by the hand and they locked themselves in the bedroom, leaving Alejandro alone in the living room, naked and with his cock still dripping.

At that moment, strangely, Alejandro felt a deep sense of relief and even satisfaction about the abortion. As if a dark part of him was glad they had eliminated any possible consequences of their actions.

To be continue in the next part....