Favorite Aunt – Chapter 4: Acting of Lovers

Incest story: Favorite Aunt – Chapter 4: Acting of Lovers

Author: Trainman5771

She just looked into my eyes with simple contentment. I flexed my still hard cock inside her and as uncomfortable now as my erection had become and painful as it was to me, her eyes opened wider with a look of surprise then bemusement. She pulled her legs tighter around me and I reached around to support her back so she wouldn’t go under with the effort.

Then she released the tension and tensed again. This gave a slow, short piston motion on my cock which felt incredible. She warmed to the task and pulled harder thrusting me into her a little more energetically. She wanted more and reached up to put her hands around my neck and clasp her fingers. I held her up and when she did raise up, my hands moved down under her cheeks for support.

Being in waist deep water didn’t work as well as you might think. First off, the water dilutes the lubricating juices flowing making it more difficult to penetrate. Conversely, water also makes it more difficult to hold on to someone. Go figure.

Still impaling her I pulled her close and stepped to a more shallow spot in the pool near the edge. She buried her head into my shoulder while keeping me well inside her by tilting her hips up pushing her pussy toward me. This created a new sensation for her as she relaxed and did it again. Now standing in the three foot deep end I let her rock her pelvis back and forth for a bit while she moaned her pleasure.

I leaned back and quickly slid my arms behind her knees and lifting them up, reached around her back. With her legs draped over my arms I had more control of the motion and started driving into her like a piston using her own weight. It wasn’t long before she began breathing harder with shortening breaths and “Uh, uh, uh, uh” was coming from her lips with each thrust.

“Oh…God…ben!” she panted. “Oh…fuck…oh…fuck…uh…uh…uh…uh” her speech interrupted with each thrust as the pitch of her voice rose. Her use of the F-bomb was a surprise but it spurred me on to get more. I wanted her to want it as my primal needs began to rear up.

Buried deep inside her now, I could feel my cock bottoming out against her cervix as our pubic bones ground together. She squealed at first but didn’t say or do anything to indicate I should stop. I did prevent such an impact between us and picked up the pace and intensity again as her body accommodated the deeper penetration. I had heard hitting the cervix too hard would cause excruciating pain equal to a guy getting kicked in the balls. I wouldn’t let myself get so carried away that I’d hurt her. I’d never want that.

I continued lifting her up until just the head was inside her and let her fall back on to it but not slamming down. Like I said, I didn’t want to hurt her after all. My girth spread her pussy’s opening deliciously as her moans grew more pronounced. Her G-spot was getting the bulk of the friction and she clamped down on me hard while on the out-stroke as if to keep me from escaping her “clutches”. I was starting to lose control.

Damn! I exclaimed. “Keep that up darlin’ and this’ll end sooner than I want.” Voluntarily or not, she did it again without so much as an interruption in the depth of her pleasure. I slowed my speed a little to keep from cumming too soon. She rotated and ground with every thrust inward and our bodies were now making that squishing, slapping noise common to the primal act of two people fucking the other’s brains out. Her moaning was augmented by my inward thrust and sudden stop when our pubic bones met.

This also produced a delightful sight as her breasts shook and bounced. Seeing this I knew I would lose it sooner than later. Her head started to fall back as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her legs started twitching and shuddering with the contractions of an orgasm just about to peak. She couldn’t help squeezing my cock in a death grip of contractions and it was time.

That’s it baby. Cum for me now! I said. Her scream came from deep in her throat and became louder as she crossed the precipice. When she came, she convulsed and shook so violently I nearly lost my hold on her. Her contractions got the best of me as I felt my balls pull up tight. I thrust into her hard one last time and held her tight to me as my seed erupted hard into her. Having not had or been interested in sex for so long I was surprised that when my own orgasm came, the semen was pushed so forcefully through my shaft that the first burst hurt. My eyes opened wide in shock.

“Uhnnn…Fuck!” was all I could manage. Then the second burst came but did not hurt and the joy of release at last became my universe.

Our mouth’s hung open gasping for breath only to be interrupted by the involuntary contractions of our orgasm. I don’t know how much or how long we came but I realized at some point I was shaking and trembling under a strain and feeling weaker by the moment. I had to step backward and lean against the edge of the pool for support as my legs and arm trembled from the orgasm and fatigue of holding Jean this way. Her trembling came from her G-spot orgasm that was continually being stimulated by my movements.

Jean was still bathed in the joy of her pleasure. Eyes still closed she was breathing unevenly as I leaned back to bring her to rest against my chest. My back, legs and arms were just about played out. She was coming down from her high and almost felt like she would become limp weight soon. I held her this way for another minute. My softening cock drew free from her and our combined juices flowed freely out of her down over my cock and balls before dripping into the water.

I wasn’t able to hold her legs anymore and let them slip off my arms into the water as gently as I could while still trying to keep a hold around her. Her fingers interlaced around the back of my neck helped for the few seconds needed to bring my lead-weighted arms up and hug her to me. As I held her, both our breathing was beginning to calm toward normal.

Taking a few deep breaths to bolster up my need for strength, I held her to me in a firm embrace as I eased slowly away from the edge of the pool. I turned her body and swept her up into my arms to cradle her and carry her to a chaise next to the pool. Climbing the steps wasn’t as difficult now as I thought given how weak I felt.

Approaching the chaise I took another deep breath then bent over to lay her down on the closest chaise lounger. I drew each garter band down her left leg first and over her tiny foot. I then drew the other in the same manner. I then rolled a wet stocking off her left leg and placed it beside the garter bands and did the same for her right. I couldn’t help but take in the sight of this most beautiful woman.

Her body glistened with droplets of water that sparkled like diamonds in the subdued lighting. Jean’s face was graced with a small patritioned nose, long eye lashes and large green eyes of which were not visible due to the fact they were closed. Her hair was dark brown to almost black now wet and a little longer than shoulder length.

Her eyebrows were shaped slightly thin and elegant looking giving her a more warm and friendly appearance. Her lips were generous but not full and her jaw rounded gently complemented by her high cheek bones to round out her oval face. She had a slender medium-long neck that flowed to her gracefully feminine shoulders to elegantly shaped and well-toned arms. Her hands were dainty and her slender fingers were just made for the piano. Then I again noticed the lack of tan lines anywhere on her in the soft lighting.

Her breasts splayed slightly giving the effect of heavy looking mounds with large areolas peaked with surprisingly large nipples. I wanted to suck and nibble those buds. I figured with large ones like that, there would be a lot of nerve endings needing attention.

Her rib cage wasn’t as visible like a skinny woman’s would but rather the soft look as her skin rippled slightly until the depression of her abdomen below was deliniated. Her stomach was smooth and flat with a small “innie” belly button.

Her narrow waist flared out to gorgeous hips. At the apex of her beautiful legs a small, well-trimmed thatch shaped in a very small triangle above her slit seemed almost not be there as it was so short. I supposed she wore a bikini and had the pubic area lasered to prevent regrowth. She looked to still have the figure and could still get away with the bikini. She didn’t have a single roll of fat. For her, sixty must be the new healthy and fit thirty.

Below her triangle, her slit wasn’t swollen as much now but the hood of her clit still peaked out as her inner labia shown too with just a little cum seeping out from between them. I smiled at that. That was my cum mixed with hers inside her trying to escape. A primal thought of ‘conquered’ flashed through my mind followed immediately by ‘owned’. Looking at her lasered labia it lay completely bare and smooth, I itched to rub my hand over it and smear our juices all over it marking her but didn’t.

Her legs were well proportioned to her upper torso giving her a well-balanced look. They were smooth now while relaxed but I had noticed how tight her calves looked when she climbed stair steps. She wasn’t a bodybuilder but she was marvelously fit. I reveled in thought that those trim and sexy legs were wrapped around me.

Her knees were softly rounded, not knobby and her shapely calves and shins gleamed the creamy smooth complexion the rest of her lightly tanned skin maintained. Lastly her small feet looked sexy with their lean and feminine look. Her toes were made for nibbling. Overall, this woman was a marvel and a complete mystery as to how she looked to be in her thirties at sixty years of age. She was like a Donna Gates or something.

I broke the spell I cast myself under and looked around for towels as a slight breeze passed over me. I didn’t see any towels in view and I assumed they would be in the bathhouse across the pool. I hoped the bath house wasn’t locked with those electronic keypads. I didn’t have any of the codes to use them. It would be a fine mess if I set off a silent alarm and the police came up and saw us rutting around the pool.

Reaching the bathhouse I saw there weren’t any lockable door knobs. Only a spring loaded catch kept the doors shut and I quickly found the towels. I pulled out two and dried myself off then wrapped one around my waist. I took two clean towels for Jean. After I dried her, I needed to wrap her into the large towel to keep her warm as the air cooled. By now the time was near 11:40 PM. The pool was heated but the night air was cooling into the low to mid 70’s tonight following a small cool front.

The large digital thermometer above the control panel read 76 already. A wisp of a breeze blew through and had I the combination to the lock, I would have taken her inside. Satisfied she was comfortable and resting peacefully, I then remembered the champagne. As wonderful as it was to make love to Jean, something was gnawing at me in the back of my mind. I knew I had sex with my aunt and figured it was guilt generated by social barriers. I still felt a tad weak but needed a drink more than ever. I stood and headed for the wet bar.

Retrieving the bottle from the chiller, it felt nice and cold now I worked the foil off. I pried the cork off making that satisfying “POP” sound sending the cork off into the night air through the open lattice of the wet bar’s roof. It landed with a ‘plop’ in the far end of the pool somewhere a few seconds later. It would eventually be drawn into the one of the strainers around the pool’s edges. Holding the bottle over the sink as the champagne foamed, I quickly held a large fluted glass under the stream as it diminished.

I drank my fill of the aerated liquid. I always preferred drinking the liquid from the foaming stream. It tasted better to me somehow. I filled Jean’s glass and refilled mine then put the bottle in the refrigerator. Now with no cork the taste would get flat but alcohol was still alcohol. Picking up the glasses, I headed for a chaise next to hers.

The “pop” from the cork woke her and she realized she was wrapped in a towel up under her arms with a smaller towel across her chest and draped over shoulders. Then she heard a small ‘plop’ as something hit the water. She blinked a few times, lifted her head and looked around. I came into view with two glasses of champagne and seeing her awake, offered her one. She took it looking up at me. I looked at her as I took a seat on the chaise. She had a look of compassionate affection when she looked at me. You know that kind of look a woman in love with her man gives him during a special moment. Without a word, she raised her glass to me. I raised mine to hers.

To the end of loneliness. She said softly. Smiling I nodded and clinked my glass with hers making a musical note as if to herald in the oath. She smiled too. We sipped our drinks as we looked into each other’s eyes. In reflecting on that moment, I had never felt so much love toward another person since the day I married my wife or the day of my daughter’s birth as I did toward Jean right then. Long minutes passed as we made eyes at each other and sipped our champagne holding hands. Again an irksome feeling hit me. I quashed it stubbornly.

A particularly stiff breeze blew across the patio and Jean shivered as goose bumps instantly appeared on her skin. I set down my glass then took hers and set it down. I felt I had regained some strength back just sitting and resting so I stood. Bending over Jean, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms as she wrapped hers around me. I carried her toward the big glass doors that led into the great room next to the kitchen. Once at the door, I held her so she could reach the keypad but she didn’t move. She looked at me quizzically then realization dawned and she laughed softly.

That’s why I’m wrapped in a towel ay? she said. I smiled and nodded. “How thoughtful.” she said and pulled herself up and kissed me. Pulling away she turned her attention to the panel and keyed in the code. The door slid open and I stepped through to a more comfortable environment and felt soothed. The motor-assisted door slid closed and an audible click came from the locking mechanism. A green light shown on the inside panel. I thought it peculiar for her to have so much technology around as my impression over the years had been she despised her computer with the way she talked about it.

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