An aunt helps son Kurt fuck his mom for the first time.
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Cordelia’s arrival at my home was a reminder of a shameful past I thought was behind me. It was also the beginning of a sexual adventure I’d never could have imagined. My older sister and I had not been close for a long time. I blame it all on my ex-husband. I don’t want to go into details, but I was so ashamed that I basically withdrew from family contact. Me and my three kids holed away and kept to ourselves. My oldest twins, Kurt and Connie, are 20. Julia, my youngest, just turned 18.
The courts were generous and gave me most of the money, his company, his mansion, and his summer home. He got some cash and was never to see us again.
I’d heard rumors that Cordelia had taken over our somewhat strange family tradition. When kids in our family turn 18, they go to spend some time with their aunt. What happens there is a strict secret.
I got married at 18 so never went for my “visit” to my Aunt Cordelia. I’d figured out long ago what went on. Our aunt seduced her nieces and nephews into incestuous relationships. It was by consent and from what I saw, my brothers and sisters benefited greatly from the experience. It’s not that I was against those relationships forming. In fact, part of me had always been curious.
My Aunt Cordelia had willed her estate to my sister Cordelia (I know it’s confusing). But since I had been out of touch with family, my kids did not go to her house on their 18th birthdays.
My curiosity was peaked when Cordelia (we call her Delia) came to live with me. Her home was undergoing some renovations and for some reason, no one else could take her in. I agreed, secretly hoping this might be a way for us to reconnect and for her to get closer to my family. And did we ever!
“Delia!” I said as she came up the walk.
“Oh, Amber – I’ve missed you so much!” Delia said, dropping her bags and coming in for a big hug.
Delia is seven years older than me but looks younger. She felt warm as we embraced, and our large breasts pressed against each other. I almost started crying.
“Let me look at you!” Delia said, breaking our hug and holding me by the shoulders. I stared into her blue eyes and saw a near mirror image of myself. “How long has it been?”
“Too long, Delia,” I said. “Too long. I can’t believe how much we look alike!”
It was true. Long wavy brown hair, fair facial features with a small nose and pert lips and a slight cleft in the chin. Both of us have big boobs with nipples that like to poke through our bras. I noticed Delia’s were on full display under her coat. Despite being in our upper thirties to mid-forties – both of us have flat stomachs, slender arms and petite legs.
“You look incredible, Delia,” I said. “How do you do it?”
“It’s all about pleasure,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled away, giggling,
“Well, okay then!” I said, smiling.
Her joy seemed infectious.
“Come on, let me show you to your room. Kurt can take care of your bags later.”
We headed off down the hall to our downstairs wing. It’s separate from the rest of the house. I pushed open a door across from Kurt’s room. It was a suite that we used as a guestroom.
Delia rolled her carryon into the room and looked around.
“This space is sweet!” she said. “There’ll be plenty of room here for… for whatever I want to do!”
I thought that a little strange, but since I didn’t know her that well, decided it was just her quirkiness.
“Do you want to freshen up or something?” I asked. “You’ve had a long train ride, right?”
“I guess that’d be good,” Delia replied, sitting on the couch. “I’ve got everything I need right now,” she said, patting her carryon.
“Good,” I replied. “Join me when you want to for a glass of wine on the deck. We have much to catch up on.”
I was a bit taken aback by how energetic and positive she was. I started regretting my decision to stay distant.
I sat out on the deck overlooking our pool. I’d spied the kids looking down on us when Delia first arrived, but they all went back to their rooms. Dinner wasn’t too far away – a great time for a formal introduction.
I was on my second glass when Delia came out on the deck. She’d taken off her hooded coat. It was much warmer here, so she didn’t need it. She was wearing a white silk blouse which clung tightly to her bosom, and an incredibly short skirt.
I felt pretty glum in my pants and blouse that didn’t show off anything!
“You look pretty sexy, woman!” I said, eyeing her up and down.
“Oh, you like?” Delia said, twirling around, her skirt lifting up enough to reveal a black thong underneath.
“I could never dress like that,” I said as Delia sat down next to me, grabbing a glass and filling it from the bottle of wine that sat between us.
“Oh yes you could, Amber!” Delia said. “You have an incredible body. You just need to show it off!”
“To whom!” I said. “It’s pretty much just me and the kids. I have zero social life.”
“I’m sure your kids would like to see their mom dress sexy sometimes.”
“I don’t know whatever for,” I said.
“Oh, lighten up, Amber,” Delia said. “Have some fun. Life is too short!”
I sighed. “I guess it’s true – I’ve been pretty uptight. Since my ex and all.”
“Wasn’t that a long time ago?” Delia asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t have a good answer for that. But I am glad you’re here. Tell me about yourself. Catch me up.”
Delia smiled slyly. “You really want to know?”
I nodded. “So, you really are the new Aunt Cordelia?”
“I am and loving every minute of it.”
“And… you actually make love to your nieces and nephews?” I said quietly, looking around to make sure none of the kids could hear.
“Yes, Amber,” Delia said with a smile. “Everyone comes to visit – but only those that want to get to explore intimacy with their aunt. Nearly everyone does, though.”
“Wow!” I said, trying hard not to picture Delia with a nephew’s cock stuffed deep in her pussy.
“Did you learn it all from Cordelia?”
“Well,” Delia said. “She and I did make love – with Nik joining us…”
“Our brother Nik?”
Delia nodded. “He’s a wonderful lover, Amber. Cordelia taught him well… taught us well.”
She touched my thigh. “I’m sorry you missed out on all this – all of us, sharing in this wonderful way.”
I paused. “To be honest, Delia, after everything that happened, I just kind of walled myself off to sex – and to family. I’ve lived in a cocoon ever since.”
“But you’ve raised some great kids,” she said.
“They are wonderful, and I love them to pieces,” I said. “I want you to get to know them too.”
“I’m looking forward to that,” Delia said.
I thought I caught a look on her face but dismissed it as just another of her quirks.
She brushed the back of her hand across my cheek. “You know, I’m here anytime to help you come out of that cocoon.”
I looked into her eyes. There was caring there, love, and something else – a hunger? I was mesmerized. She leaned in, just a little.
“Um, uh,” I said, flustered. “You know, I better start dinner. Want to help?”
I stood quickly, breaking whatever spell had been there.
“Um, sure,” Delia said slowly.