Incest story: Favorite Aunt - Chapter 6: Staking the Claim

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 6: Staking the Claim

Author: Trainman5771

Jean sat silently and listened to this. When she said nothing, my eyes began to sting. I stood and walked into the shower stall. Hitting the “ON” button and checking the temperature, the spray heads above started to dribble at low pressure. Once the water was warm enough, they came on at regular pressure and I stepped into their rain like spray.

I grabbed onto a brushed nickel handhold that ran vertically on the wall with my right hand and leaned my forehead against the marble wall letting the water rain down. Tears streaming, I felt like a complete and utter fool now. I humiliated and embarrassed myself, my family, Tera and Jean. My life was an embarrassing lie. It wasn’t Jean’s feelings of guilt about our lovemaking in the pool or her conscience anymore that I was in question. It had been mine the whole time. I felt I betrayed Tera and Jean and there was no taking it back or making amends in my mind. I lived a lie and would die as a lie.

Jean came up behind me and slid her hands around my sides wrapping her arms around me. I felt her head lay against my back and she just stood there hugging me. In a minute, she came around to my left. She turned me toward her then slid her arms around my waist and held me tight laying her head on my chest. I stared at nothing. I felt nothing. My grip on the handhold tightened and my mind was blank. Jean released me, her warmth washing away as the shower rained down. I felt cold and alone.

As my mind wandered in the cesspool of regret, humiliation and guilt, I felt something on my back. It glided over me in small, gentle circular motions. I finally realized it was Jean washing me. My thoughts were tangled and I couldn’t understand why she would do this. I thought she would hate me. I turned and took hold of her hand and looked hard into her eyes.

“Why?” I muttered. She smiled.

“Because I love you too Ben.” She said. It felt something like shock. She gently pulled her wrist from my now, weak grip and began to wash me again. Up and down my back, then down over my ass cheeks and the backs of my legs. Understanding dawned as I realized she wasn’t repulsed by my actions or hate me because I married Tera for the reason’s I had.

Jean came around to my front side and rinsed the wash mitt. Soaping it up again she began to wash my shoulders and arms. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine and smiled then went back to washing my chest and stomach. Water raining down on us washed the soap and dirt away quickly diluting the mitt. I stepped to the side of the spray into a clear spot a half step to my left.

Jean shifted over and soaped up the mitt again then kneeled in front of me and began washing my legs. When she was finished with my feet, she put the mitt aside and squeezed a large dollop of the liquid soap into her palm and rubbed her hands together. I watched her with curiosity until I saw her hands reach for and take hold of my cock and balls. I caught my breath. She massaged me gently as I let my breath out slowly.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Now I’m going to prove my intentions.” She said softly.

She returned her gaze to my cock and began massaging it. I did love her. I always have and now she’s trying to prove she loved me too. The thought of making love to her was a wonderful one and I didn’t want her to be reduced to giving head in the shower to prove anything. It would be for another time. Instead, I reached down and gently this time, took her hands in mine and lifted her to stand up.

She frowned a little but complied. I bent down and picked up the wash mitt, rinsed it and soaped it up. I turned her to face away from me as I proceeded to wash her as she had me. I made small gentle circles over her back and knelt behind her to wash her cheeks and the backs of her legs. Long slow strokes up and down those beautiful legs.

I stood and she turned to face me. I rinsed and soaped the mitt again and started with her shoulders and neck. Washing her arms I then held each hand to wash them and gently washed her delicate fingers. I gently drew the mitt across her throat and down between her breasts then circled them several times. Her eyes closed as I grazed the mitt over her nipples that were now hard and standing proud. Moving the mitt down over her stomach and around her waist I reached back and gently rubbed the mitt between her cheeks.

Then I brought the mitt down the side of the left leg past her knee and down her calve and back up the inside of her calve, past her knee and up the inside of her thigh. I did the same on her right leg and brought the mitt up and down the top of her thighs, over her knees and down her shins. I put the mitt down and soaped up my hands before looking up.

Seeing that her eyes were closed, I drew my soapy hands up the inside of her thighs and let my right hand cup her pussy. Her lips parted slightly and I slid my hand up and down over her mound. My left hand reached behind her and my fingers slid between her cheeks without resistance. I drew my fingers of my right hand drag over her clit gently as the fingers of my left hand dragged over the tight rosebud of her anus.

She gasped in a breath. “Oh! That feels wonderful!” she said. I did it again and she gasped in another breath. “Oooooohh.” She cooed. Hearing that, my mind began to clear and my cock responded. I was going to love her and I would make sure she felt it physically.

Several more times I repeated the action and she became more and more responsive. She had to step to the side and in between the sprayers to get a hold on the hand rail bolted to the glass wall to steady herself. I followed easily and knelt again to pick up where it ended. I eased two fingers into her pussy and pressed one against her rosebud. She was slick from the soap but her pussy juices were beginning to overwhelm the soap which pleased me.

I increased pressure against her anus and it gave slightly. Holding the pressure it gave a bit more and the tip of my index finger began inward. She would clench and I would continue to hold a constant pressure making sure she knew I wasn’t going to stop. That primal thought of ownership flashed through my mind again and I increased the pressure. My finger slid in more easily now as the first joint slipped past her sphincter. Then the second until my whole finger was inside. I rotated it around back and forth slowly allowing her to accommodate the intruder.

I inserted the two fingers of my right hand deeper into her pussy and she moaned more loudly now. Deeper they went until they could go no further. Then I pulled them out slightly and began a pumping motion. She spread her feet a little wider and leaned back on the glass wall, her breathing rate increased slightly. As I pumped my fingers into her pussy, I crooked the finger in her ass toward her pussy. As my pumping of her pussy drew my fingers against the bump from the one in her ass, she shuddered.

“uuuuuuuh.” She moaned then whispered. “I need more.” I could barely hear the words over the sound of the water spraying the floor. She began to pump her hips with my motions. I inserted a third finger into her pussy and a second into her ass. As her anus stretched, she clenched then relaxed. Each time she relaxed, I pressed the second finger in with more pressure until both were buried. I pushed the fingers in her pussy against the bump created with the fingers in her ass several times and she nearly came.

I pushed in all the way then leaned over and licked her clit. Adding this sensation to her already crowded mind sent shivers up and down her. Because of my angle, I couldn’t suck on her clit so I licked harder. Another minute of this and she was breathing a little harder. She was clamping down hard on my fingers as she came in a small delightful orgasm.

I removed my fingers from her and rinsed my hands. She held on to the hand rail as she turned and bent over presenting herself to me. My cock was at full strength again and as she set her feet slightly spread apart, I stood behind her and slid my cock up and down her slit. She was more than wet now. She was ready. My cock slick with her natural lubrication was poised with the head at her opening and paused for a moment. My mind flashed again with the word ‘owned’. With that, I pressed my cock into her in one full stroke and took her.

“Uugh!” she grunted as I slid in up to the hilt on the first attempt. There wasn’t any resistance and I pulled out to just the head and pushed back in. She moaned as she took me fully again. I repeated the full stroke and increased my speed as my groin slapped against her ass. Once we were in rhythm, her moaning became more pronounced and she was finding her voice again.

“Uh..uhh…oh..pl…ease..don’t…stop! Pl…ease…do…n’t…stop! Har…der…pl…ease…har…der!” she gasped out. Her wish was my desire and I began to pile-driving her. Her ass cheeks rippled and reverberated with each impact.

“Oh…FUCK!…OH…FUCK!…FUCK…MEE…EEE…EEE! UH!…UH!…UH!…” She yelled. She grimaced and met me thrust for thrust as she was coming close.

“Don’t…you…fu…cking…stop!” she growled. “Don’t…you…dare…fu…cking…stop…AAAH…AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH! YES…YES…I’M…CUM…MING…I’M…CUM…MING BEEEEEEEEENNNNN!” She screamed. I was grunting and panting trying to hold off my own climax without much success.

“Damm…it Jean! I…will…make…you…minnnnnne…NOW!” I shouted and I came hard into her cunt like before. Pulse after pulse, cum was pumped into her. It seemed Jean came at the same time as she convulsed hard around my cock, milking me for all I was worth. I had to hold her up with an arm around her waist as her legs drew up in spasmodic movements while she climaxed. She would have collapsed onto the hard tiled floor otherwise. Feeling her pussy clench and relax repeatedly as she came, it seemed that was helping me to prolong my own climax. We were gasping for breath even after starting the decent from the bliss.

I was struggling to keep her in place and prevent us from toppling over to the side, my wide stance would work but in only one axis. Fortunately Jean had a death grip on the rail fixing the other axis and preventing us from falling backward or forward into the glass. A couple of minutes passed as we came down from our climaxing and she regained some of her control. We parted as she turned around and leaned on the glass wall panting. I bent over and put my hands on my knees and forced a few deep breaths to slow my breathing down.

“That was incredible Ben! I’ve never felt so thoroughly fucked, ever!” She exclaimed. She raised her arms toward me and launched herself off the glass toward me. I stood quickly and caught her. I pulled us both into the water spray and just stood there holding her. She trembled a little as the aftershocks of her orgasm were still coming. I was still surprised by her use of the word ‘fuck’. It seemed so unladylike but it appealed to my primal half.

“Gawd Ben! You’re amazing.” She said in that breathy silken voice.

“Laying it on a little thick don’t you think?” I said with a quirky smile. She looked up and opened her mouth with a shocked look.

“Bite your tongue! I mean it! You are amazing! That jackass ex-husband of mine never made me feel like I was worth it and I was married to him for forty years. When I say you’re fucking incredible you’d better believe it!” she said irritably. I put my hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay. I’ll not question it again. I never felt like I was really all that good anyway so I’m just asking.” I said. Jean looked at me with a scowl then it softened into frown as she hugged me tight.

A few minutes later we finished cleaning ourselves up and exited the shower grabbing a towel from the rack at the shower’s entry into the bathroom. I laid out a large one on the floor to catch most of the water that dripped from our bodies while we dried each other off. After drying off, Jean went over to the counter and blow-dried her hair while I walked through the bedroom, across the hall to my room to get my sleep shorts.

After putting them on, I sat down on the bed and saw a plastic bag poking from under some clothes in the suitcase. I picked it out and saw a photo of Tera, Jessica at age two and myself. I just stared at it for a minute or two, kissed it and laid it in the suitcase under the clothes again. I put the suitcase over on a chair to get it out of the way and returned to the bed to turn down the covers. Just as I did, I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.” I said. Soft footsteps sounded as she crossed the room to where I was. I turned to look and she had on the most gorgeous satin night gown I’d ever seen. It was teal that hung to her ankles with a little bit of lace at the hem. Spaghetti straps strung over her shoulders and held up the gown. It had a low ‘V’ cut exposing her natural cleavage.

Turning around slowly to show me the outfit, the back of the gown dove midway down her back. The fabric clung to her ass cheeks and their form was pretty well defined. Her tiny feet were in slippers of the same color and seemingly the same shimmering fabric. As she continued around, her breasts were equally well hugged by the gown and her nipples stood out in an impressive display.

“Do you like it?” she asked finishing her display.

“Very much. You make everything you wear or almost wear look terrific Jean.” I said. She beamed at that and came over to give me a hug and a passionate kiss.

“Come with me to my room. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She said holding my hand and drawing me with her. I couldn’t help but follow. Every little movement she made showed some alluring curve. It was the visual equivalent of a siren. I turned the light switch off as she led us across the hall and through the door to her room.

“I am quite tired out. I drove here from my place, had a party of an evening and grand sex. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake. It’s after midnight you know.” I said.

“Hmmm.” she said putting a finger to her lips. “I think you may be right. So I wouldn’t want you to get cold or toss and turn in a strange bed and not get any sleep.” She said as she climbed the two steps. Her sway was accentuated by the curve-hugging material. She climbed into the bed. I climbed in on the opposite side. Pulling light weight covers over us, I laid back on the pillow, reached behind my head and laced my fingers together and sighed. She rolled over to me and put an arm over my chest using my shoulder as a pillow.

“Ben?” she said.

“Right here Jean.” I replied.

“What did you mean when you said you would make me yours?” she asked. I remembered the declaration made just before climaxing. I paused a moment before I answered.

“I meant what I said.” I said in a soft whisper. A minute went by when she spoke again in a whisper.

“I love you.” Jean said.

“I love you too.” I said and kissed the top of her head.

Within a couple of minutes, her breathing slowed and evened as she fell asleep. ‘Mine’ skittered across my mind just before I did.

Thank you for reading. If there is enough support for this story I might continue beyond this.

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