The mention of Julie was an aphrodisiac. She imagined her walking in and catching them in the act. The though roused her; she hadn’t though it possible for her pussy to get any wetter, but as she pictured the shock and horror on her sister’s face, Tom’s cock slid in and out of her more easily than ever.
With the new elevated angle, he slammed down like a bolt into Holly’s depths. Now in complete and animalistic control, his cock swelled for the home stretch, bottoming out in his aunt with each thrust as his balls slapped against her arse.
Holly clamped her eyes shut in a herculean effort to stay quiet. Euphoria was building in her loins, a sensation recognised from her dildo-induced orgasm. With each of her nephew‘s thrusts it intensified, and she invited it on, focussing on the ear candy of his masculine exertions as he pounded her into the bed. She struggled to believe how quickly she’d gone from seeing him as the sweet boy who loved a bedtime story, to being drunk on his libido while he stretched out her pussy.
She felt him tense as his breathing became more rapid, and knew he was on borrowed time. Wanting them to orgasm together, she encouraged his climax, the shaking of her legs signalling that her own was imminent.
‘That’s it, keep it in the family,’ she purred.
He groaned.
‘Cum in your aunt’s pussy.’
His next thrust was his last. Holly pulled his buttocks towards her and they crumbled into a climactic embrace, her legs quivering under his mass while he emptied his balls deep inside her. Hot, heavy breaths revealed to Holly the levels of her nephew’s rapture; while she buried her face into his neck, lest she wake everyone in the house with screams of pleasure.
As they descended from the euphoria in a sweaty, tangled pant, it struck them how at peace they felt. As their brains regained control from their genitals, they expected a certain level of regret or remorse, but neither came.
‘Fuck, Aunt Holly,’ he whispered between kissing her neck, ‘that was the best sex I’ve ever had.’
His admission was almost as gratifying as the act itself, and although she didn’t reply, content to savour his sensual lips and strong embrace, she felt the same way.
‘I guess families really know each other,’ he quipped.
She let out a soft giggle, surprising herself that she was able to do so after what they’d just done. ‘I’d better go,’ she said, ‘I can’t stay all night.’
‘I wish you could, though.’
His words touched her; they made her feel young again, as though she had sneaked her first crush through her bedroom window. She slipped on her nightie and headed for the door.
‘Wait,’ Tom said, ‘You’d better take this. I don’t know what I’d say to my mum if she found it in my room.’
Holly sauntered back to the bed, kissed him on the lips and said, ‘How about that you were using it to fuck her sister?’
He kissed her back. ‘And made her cum with it.’
‘Just in case I run into her on the landing…’ She lifted one foot onto the edge of Tom’s bed. ‘Would you like to do the honours?’
It took him a moment to grasp the meaning. ‘You’re so bad, Aunt Holly.’