Beyond morality, indecency or family ties, when someone wore a tiny, slutty bikini around me, I was obliged to look at every chance. Pink with red strings and a ruched back. White cotton shirt, wet and sandy, falling just short of her belly button piercing. My aunt turned heads left and right at the beach. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, there was a small, cat’s paw tattoo on the center of her left ass cheek.
I always walked behind the group, at the distance where people questioned if I was even part of said group. It came with perks. Personal space, slower pace to check my phone without bumping into anyone, and you guessed it, the angles to sneak glances at the ladies like my aunt.
She was my mom’s younger sister. A late thirties MILF with fifteen to twenty extra pounds on her. No time for specifics with her ass jiggling during volleyball, bending over in front of me, and devouring her cheeky bikini throughout the day. Okay, maybe not an actual MILF, a mother, but more like the porn category MILF.
At nineteen, how could anyone, stranger or family member, blame me for lusting after her? Her honey brown hair with blond highlights did something to me. She had light skin, with tiny freckles and moles on her chest and arms. All were good reminders that swim trunks were the worst at hiding erections.
I walked with my backpack in front of me. Each step made my throbbing cock bounce to the rhythm of her cheeks. We stopped in the hotel lobby where my mom gave out the keys to the shared rooms. The couples were paired, with only a few of us singles left as a toss up. One thought flashed when I saw my talkative uncle: anyone but this dude, please.
“Aww, poor you,” my aunt said, handing me the key card to our shared hotel room.
“I, er, what?” I asked, shutting up before ruining my luck. Oh, fuck yeah!
True to my buttocks research, I followed her past the crowded elevators. Being a gentleman, I traded the key for her bag. “Ladies first. It’s, uh, only the eighth floor.”
She flashed the cutest smile and turned around with a pop. I stayed two or three steps behind her for the best view. The tattoo looked sharp, no older than one or two years. Probably got it after she divorced my uncle.
Her hips swayed with every step, making her cheeks jiggle mere inches from my face. The bottom clung to her; only the ruched fabric moved with the rubbing of her cheeks. You fucking tease. Precum oozed into my trunks in appreciation of the sight.
“You had fun out there?” she asked, stopping to adjust the straps on her bottom.
That sealed it. One way or another I was going to relieve my throbbing ache. “Y-yeah, the volleyball game was great.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. The cuties and booties, too.” She never ceased to amaze me with her playfulness. Any serious moment could turn into a laugh with her.
I stayed quiet. Silence never betrayed me as an introvert. None like you, though.
Her thighs and glutes flexed the higher we went. My shyness took a seat behind the subtle movements of her cheeks. Only a hot shower and losing myself in the steam could cool me off. Shampoo wasn’t my favorite lube but it did the trick when needed. The thought of lathering my cock with it made my knees buckle.
“Hey, not to be the annoying aunt, but you got a girlfriend yet?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“No, not really, just focusing on college.”
“Aww, don’t sweat it, being single can be fun, too,” she said.
By the time we reached our floor, the ache between my legs weighed heavier than my backpack and her bag combined. Down the hallway, her cheeks bounced under the lighting as we breezed by the numbers on the doors, approaching the privacy of our room.
While she inserted the card to unlock the door, I calculated numbers in my head to make my erection go down. Nothing worked. The fixation on her ass made my bulge jealous, and it wanted to be seen just like her. Why do I gotta like your juicy ass so much?
Inside, I lost my cover when I placed the bags on the table. The room was white, like symbolism in a movie about purity. Walls, bed and matching pillows. My face reddened in opposition.
“You wanna shower first?” she asked, surveying the room before landing on me.
I distracted myself with the flower art on the wall. “No, it’s okay, you go.”
“I, er, think you should,” she said. “Looks like I gave you a hard time already.”
My damp swim trunks outlined the hardness she alluded to. “No, what, not at all.”
“We’re adults, sweetie. Take care of yourself,” she said, reminding me of my mother’s tone. “Before we go back out for dinner.”
On the eighth floor, there was no escape. The window framed the beach and the sun that burned slightly hotter than my face. I had always been careful not to get caught when masturbating, but this was worse than that. My cock didn’t care, it pumped to its maximum potential.
“I knew you’d like it,” she said. “I wore it for, er, to tease you.”
Her confession rewired my brain on the spot. Holding back was out of the equation. “Oh yeah? You really did it then.”
She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the matching bra and momentarily hiding her blushing face. “You wanna sniff them while you help yourself?” she asked, tugging at her bottoms. “Or pull them aside and fuck me?”
I connected the freckles on her chest like the dots in my memory. I hadn’t been careful enough when jerking off with her panties. Leaving them crusty wasn’t as sneaky as I thought. “Uh, option two.”
She closed the distance between us like a feline. Her lips dominated mine, controlling the foreplay, with her hands caressing my bulge, and her piercing pressing against me. The looks, gestures, flirtations and outfits now made sense. Other than being my loving, playful aunt, she was a woman with her own thoughts and desires, and I happened to be one of them.
My hands unfroze first and found her ass. I memorized its shape and size for a lifetime of masturbatory fantasies. I dug my fingertips and spread it. “I love your juicy ass.”
“See if you can handle it,” she said, squeezing my cock.
She got in bed, face down, ass up, with the view of the beach in front of us. I took my trunks off and followed her once again. First thing, I spanked her left cheek, landing my palm directly over her tattoo. I pulled her excuse of a bikini aside. Her pink pussy and slightly darker rear entrance came into view. Fucking beautiful.
I stroked my shaft to the sight of my fantasy, grabbing and jiggling her ass in disbelief. The scent of her sex begged me to fuck her. I tapped my cock on her cheeks then aimed between her swollen lips. My tip stretched her out, followed by every inch until the base of my cock touched her cheeks.
She hugged the pillow underneath, matching the grip of her pussy. “Ohmmng, give it to me.”
We didn’t have much time before someone came knocking to ask if we would join them for dinner. I pulled out most of my length and returned it slow enough to not make her cheeks jiggle for once. I repeated that a few times, each with increased force until the last one clapped her cheeks.
Being a quiet, reserved person meant I usually let my actions do the talking, and I did just that with the rhythm of my hips. Long and hard strokes punished her pussy. She deserved it for wearing such a slutty bikini on a family vacation. Again and again, I slotted into her, with her back arching to perfection for me.
Her ass slammed against me, losing its shape for a second before regaining it. All the men who checked her out, the same way I did, wanted to fuck her like this. None of them could or would. The distinction of being her nephew and claiming her pussy called for a celebration, with her ass clapping for my performance.
Her subtle moans were interrupted by a knock on the door. I didn’t stop. “Are you guys coming?” my mom asked.
I smiled at my mom’s choice of words and pulled on my aunt’s hair. The taboo implications encouraged me to fuck harder, daring her to moan louder for her sister to hear. She covered her mouth and gushed juices that splashed between our legs.
More knocks on the door meant more thrusts. My hips rushed to the finish line. The only thing that distracted and prevented me from crossing it was the thought of her lace panties on top of the hamper. Had she placed them there on purpose all those times?
“Naughty fucking boy,” she said, looking back at me.
I pushed her back down and pulled her bottom farther aside. “You’re the one who wore this slutty bikini.”
Natural lubrication juiced on my shaft for the final scene in our shared fantasy. I spanked her right cheek, leaving a red mark opposite of her tattoo. I own this pussy.
This was the moment to ensure we did it again. I had edged too many times at home watching porn, building my stamina and finishing strong, to let her down now. I clenched my teeth and set my hips into overdrive. My cock pistoned into her, followed by my balls slapping against her.
Another stream of juices trailed down her thighs. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come!”
The pace of my thrusts surrendered her. Her knuckles tightened on the pillow and her teeth sank into it. I held her up and fucked through her collapsed walls. Her moans escaped from the sides of her lips, not loud enough to chase my mom down the hallway.
In my fantasies, I kept going, but her pussy brought me back to reality by demanding a matching climax. It gripped my entire length and milked the first shot out of my tip. My shaft pulsed with repeated shots, each splashing her insides and flooding into her womb.
I remained inside her for a moment. The post-orgasm clarity brought a question with it. What if my mom had paired me with my aunt on purpose? The implications, along with the possibility of pregnancy, stayed between her reddened labia as I pulled out.
Looking up at the ceiling, we descended from our orgasmic highs. Our relationship as aunt and nephew would never be the same, but that didn’t stop us from smiling into our new normal.
“Two things, honey. Keep it a secret, and fuck me like that every time,” she said, grabbing my hand.
I brought her into my arms and kissed her forehead. “I will if you wear lingerie next time.”
“Oh, I like that. You got it,” she said, caressing my chest. “But let’s not start suspicions by missing dinner.”
We escaped the wet spot on the bed and headed for the bathroom. The first chapter of our taboo story ended under the hot shower I had envisioned, although for better reasons. Instead of shampooing my shaft, I soaped her cheeks while she lathered her hair.
Behind the steam, the thoughts of my mom’s potential involvement dissipated. My cock didn’t care about the long-term, it stirred at the idea of what she would wear for the night, especially her panties, and eating each other out after dinner. I trusted her to handle things in her own playful ways, from our secrecy, to her outfits, and sex. Whatever came next, it would all be thanks to a slutty bikini.
