Incest/Taboo Unexpected Encounters

Unexpected Encounters

Unexpected encounters with my mothers sister and my brothers wife.

It was about 2.00pm when I arrived home from my girlfriend Cindy's flat after a rather big night out. I met Cindy, or Cinders as I call her, about two months ago at a local bar. She was with a few of her girlfriends on a night out when I spotted this dark haired beauty across the room. Once I caught her eye, I was instantly drawn to her. No, not like love at first sight but just an immediate and comfortable attraction.

We each separated from our respective group, introduced ourselves, and then started an easy conversation at a separate table. Turns out that Cindy is six years older than me and mother to a 10 year old son and an 8 year old daughter. Her husband had died in an auto accident three years previously and she was just starting to get back into the dating scene.

Despite the age gap between us, I found myself completely at ease with Cindy's maturity and self-assuredness. In fact, I have always been drawn to older women, appreciating their confidence and wisdom that comes with age. It was refreshing to engage in a conversation with someone who had experienced life's ups and downs and had a unique perspective to share. As our conversation continued, I couldn't help but admire Cindy's resilience and determination to move forward after such a devastating loss. Her story served as a reminder that age is just a number, and true connections can be formed regardless of the years that separate us.

Cinders and I started to meetup on a casual irregular basis but it was some weeks before she introduced me to her kids and I was able to stay over.

Although I am now 25 years old, I still live at my parent's house because it's convenient to my work and provides me with cheap rent. I say I still live there but really I live in the pool house that was converted into a studio unit some years ago. I suspect that Dad did the conversion at Mom's insistence so that I would stay at home longer. I love my Mom!

During these holidays my older brother Jim and his wife Katherine are staying in the main house along with my Aunty Val and Uncle Max. Katherine is about 6 months pregnant with their first child. Aunty Val is my mother's older sister. She meet Max after university more than 20 years ago and it's just been the two of them together ever since.

As I arrive I hear a lot of jovial yelling and screaming coming from the pool area and, when I enter the yard heading toward my room, I'm immediately grabbed from behind by my Dad and Jim.

"Time to join the party little brother," says Jim, "the others couldn't escape and neither can you!"

It was clear to me that I was going in the pool fully clothed. As hard as I struggled I couldn't shake them off. I could say that I put up the good fight however when Uncle Max joined the fray I knew I was doomed.

When eventually pinned to the ground I could hear Mom in the background say, "Make sure you take out his wallet and phone."

At least someone had good sense, well I thought so anyway, but the last thing I heard was Mom and Katherine's cackling laughter as I floated through the air before hitting the water.

When I surfaced I could see them all together in fits of laughter and raising their glasses in a toast to their efforts. I made my way to the stairs but made sure I gave them a mouthful of good natured abuse. Clearly they were having a lot of fun and the alcohol was flowing freely.

"Let me get out of these bloody wet clothes and have a shower, then I'll join you guys," I said as I retrieved my phone and wallet and then headed toward my room.

When I stepped through the glass sliding door I noticed that the floor tiles were all wet with footprints heading toward the bathroom. They've been in here too I thought while making sure to lock the door so I couldn't be interrupted in the shower.

I followed the footprints into the bathroom but as I entered the doorway I stopped dead in my tracks. Bending down with her back to me was my Aunty Val. She had just removed her panties and thrown them onto the floor with the rest of her clothing. No Einstein needed to work out that she had also been the victim of a pool dunking.

"Aheemmmm, nice butt Aunty Val," I announced cheerily.

Well... she must have jumped a foot off the ground while simultaneously doing a pirouette to face me.

"Oh my god!.. Oh my god"... John! What the hell are you doing in here?" she squealed while simultaneously trying to cover her breasts and pubic region with each hand.

She was unsuccessful, and I was treated to a side of my Aunty Val that I had only ever dreamed about during masturbation sessions. For years I held a sexual fantasy about my overly serious aunt.

Although 3 years older than my mom, at 49 she still looks much younger than her age. She stands about 5ft 7in with black hair cut in a 'bob' style. The grey is just starting to show but on her it looks stylish. She has maintained a slender but curvy figure that I have no doubt is due to lots of hard work at the gym.

I'm fixed to the spot as I stare at Aunty Val. She has one arm across her breasts pushing them hard against her chest. Her breasts are clearly no longer hard and pert as I can see them spread under her arm causing the nipple of her right breast to be exposed. Her medium size areola is a dark brown with a very large nipple at its centre.

With her legs crossed and other hand spread trying to cover her pubis, she is partially successful however I can still see her black but well-trimmed pubic hair protruding out around her hand.

It's amazing how quickly the mind can take in so much detail in just a few seconds because I also notice the dimpled beginning of cellulite on her thighs and a small surgical scar just above her pubic region.

"John! John!" Aunty Val urgently whispers, "Will you please get out so I can have a shower!"

"Oh... Oh... yeah sure," I say, finally coming to my senses, "I'll get you a new towel."

As I turn away I hear the door close forcefully followed by the shower being turned on.

I grab a new towel then, thinking she probably hasn't got anything dry to wear, I grab one of my brightly coloured sarongs as well. In summer I like to wear a sarong around as they are just so much cooler. Luckily I have been able to source a few rather large sizes that wrap around nicely.

Heading back to the bathroom I knock then open the door slightly. I can hear Aunty Val moving about in the shower as I place the towel and sarong on the floor before quickly closing the door once again.

I'd forgotten just how wet I am as I look around at all the water on the floor. I grab another towel and, heading toward one corner, I completely strip off and leave my clothes in a pile. I dry myself then wrap the towel around my waist as I wait for Aunty Val to finish.

After about 15 minutes I hear the bathroom door open. Aunty Val has the sarong tied around her chest and has combed her hair but is still looking rather sheepish.

"All finished?" I say as I stop in the doorway.

"Yes thank you John," she responds, "I am sorry about before. I just wasn't expecting anyone and got such a fright."

"It's okay Aunty Val, no harm done."

I enter the bathroom and, as I am about to close the door, she turns and says, "Can we just keep this between ourselves John? I wouldn't want Max or your Mom to know what happened... or that I have traumatised my nephew."

"Sure we can keep it to ourselves Aunty Val," I say, "but I don't know what you mean about traumatised. I'm not traumatised... more like aroused!"

"Hah, now I know you are just being kind John. Seeing your aunt naked has got to be traumatic for you!"

"Well firstly Aunty Val, I didn't see you naked as you made a pretty good job of keeping yourself covered," I respond.

"And secondly?" she asks.

"Well secondly, that's something I'm not so sure you would want to know about."

"Oh come on now John! You can't just start saying something without finishing it."

I don't respond immediately, thinking of the consequences of what I am about to say. I am young and slightly reckless so, throwing all caution to the wind, I say, "I have seen you naked many times Aunty Val."

She stands there looking a bit stunned at my admission before asking, "How so John?"

I take a deep breath, then throwing caution to the wind I confess, "Well for quite a few years now, when I am alone in bed, I think of you Aunty Val. In my mind I see you."

It's clear that she still doesn' t understand what I am suggesting as she remains standing in the doorway with a confused look.

I then make a bold move. I release the towel at my waist and expose myself completely to my aunt.

I see her eyes follow my movements and widen as she sees my cock for the first time. I keep myself waxed so everything is on display to her. Although I am still flaccid, I measure a little over seven inches and quite thick when erect. I am also partially circumcised so my cock's large purple head protrudes outside of the hood most of the time.

"You know what I mean don't you?.. I think of you naked Aunty Val," I say as I take hold of my cock and start to stretch it out.

The realisation of what I have been saying finally hits its mark.

"OH MY GOD JOHN!! Oh my god!... Don't be so bloody ridiculous," she says then turns and storms out of the unit, fighting with the locked door in her haste.

I feel quite deflated with her response. I don't know what I expected really but it wasn't that.

After finally managing to get into the shower, I decided to take my time and enjoy the hot water cascading down my back. I adjusted the temperature until it was almost scalding, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly melt away. I lathered myself up with soap, relishing in the feeling of being clean once again. Once I was done, I changed into a comfortable tee shirt and shorts, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

As I was drying off, I noticed Aunty Val's clothes still lying in the corner of the bathroom. I gathered them up, along with my own, and decided to soak them in cold water in the laundry sink. I wanted to ensure that all the chlorine was removed, so the colours wouldn't fade. While I was at it, I couldn't help but notice the size of my aunt's bra, which was a 34D. It was a random observation, but it made me aroused nonetheless.

With the clean-up done, and our clothes hung out to dry, I joined the rest of the family outside on the deck. They had moved on from the pool and were now getting ready to enjoy a delicious meal of ribs cooked in the smoker. The smell wafting through the air was mouth-watering, and I couldn't wait to dig in. It was the perfect end to a relaxing day, surrounded by loved ones and good food.

I decided to grab a beer and head over to where the guys were hanging out. The ladies were all gathered around the outside table, and as I walked past them, I couldn't help but glance over at Aunty Val. She met my gaze with a neutral expression, not giving away any hint of what she might be thinking. I realised at that moment that she had kept the bathroom incident and my confession to herself as there was no scolding, teasing, or cold stares coming from anyone in the group.

As the afternoon turned into evening, and evening into night, the conversation continued to flow smoothly, along with the alcohol. I didn't interact much with Aunty Val during that time, but I did notice her looking in my direction on several occasions. It was as if she was observing or assessing me from afar, without saying a word.

When Dad, Jim, and Uncle Max decided to call it a night and head off to bed, I stayed behind to help clear the table and load the dishwasher. It seemed like the ladies were also in a semi-sober state. Katherine was abstaining from alcohol due to her pregnancy and Mom and Aunty Val didn't seem to have consumed much either. It was a quiet end to the evening, with a sense of calmness settling over the group.

With the four of us it didn't take long before everything was done and the house was back in order. As the last dish was put away I said, "Would you ladies like a nightcap? I have a nice port back in my room."

"You know, that would be lovely son," Mom said, "That would top the night off beautifully."

"I'm in," said Katherine, "But I won't have a drink though."

"I think I'll pass," said Aunty Val, "I'm a bit beat so think I'll join Max. Good night y'all."

So Mom, Katherine and I headed back to my room where I broke out my favourite Australian port and two glasses. Unfortunately I only have one lounge chair in the room so we gave that to Katherine and Mom and I sat on the edge of my king bed. One glass turned into two, then turned into three before we decided to call it a night.

After Mom and Katherine left I was washing up the glasses when I heard a soft knock at the sliding door window. Turning I saw Aunty Val just inside the door dressed in a robe with my sarong draped over one arm.

"May I come in John?" she asked.

"Sure...sure you can. I was just cleaning up. Mom and Katherine have just left."

"Yes I know. I heard them going to their rooms. Your Uncle Max is out for the count. He doesn't normally drink a lot so he's outdone himself today."

"Would you like a small port yourself," I said, "I could go another if you feel like one."

"Yes please John that would be lovely. I've just brought your sarong back. Thank you very much for loaning it to me. I didn't consider what I would do after the shower but just needed to get out of those wet clothes."

"That's ok, I've soaked and washed our clothes and they're on the line out back." I said as I walked over and took the sarong from her. "Here why don't you sit on the chair while I get us a drink," I continued as I pulled the sliding door shut behind her and closed the drapes.

Nothing more was spoken between us as I poured our drinks. Handing a glass to Aunty Val I sat on the edge of the bed once again.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers to you John," she said and we each took a sip.

"Mmmm that's nice," she said.

Once again silence descended upon us, neither knowing what to say. I decided to take the bull by the horns.

"Ahhmmm, I'm sorry about earlier Aunty Val... about my revelation to you... about you... about how I've thought about you... you know... in the past... well... in the present as well really."

"Be quiet John!" she commanded, "This has been such a shock for me. To think that my nephew has had those thoughts about me... sexual thoughts... in your fantasy you have pleasured yourself by obsessing about me... as a sexual being that you could just have your way with... is that right John? Is that what you did?"

I wasn't sure how to respond but decided that there was no turning back, so, the truth was the best way.

"No I don't think I did that Aunty Val. Whenever I would close my eyes and masturbate about you, it was always consensual, erotic, loving even. I never thought of taking you forcefully unless you asked for that... in my fantasy that is."

Aunty Val just stared at me emotionless. "So how did these fantasies go John? What did you think we did?"

"Usually they would start the same way. We would be in a room together alone. Then we would start a play fight, or play strip poker, or I would complement you on your clothing. Something along those lines. Eventually we would undress each other and have sex. That's why I said that I've seen you naked many times Aunty Val."

"Until today you did. The fantasy is always better that the reality eh John?"

"No Aunty Val. When I saw you today, I realised that I'd underrated you terribly. The reality is much better than the fantasy... much much better."

"You are so wrong John. The fantasy is what you want it to be... what you want to see and experience... the reality is never the same. You are my nephew John. I am your mother's older sister. The reality that is me... is not the fantasy that you visualise."

"I guess we'll have to differ on that point Aunty Val. I think your reality is much better than my years of fantasy."

Once again she just looked at me without saying another word. It was as if she was weighing up options before finally coming to a decision.

"Ok John," she said as she stood and handed her glass to me, "Is this what you really want?" she announced as she untied her robe and opened it to me.

Completely naked underneath, she looked magnificent. Her breasts did hang but then tilted upward, each with a large erect nipple at its end. A black bush covered her pubis but was neatly trimmed and short. She was neither fat nor skinny, but had a good soft shapely covering from her breasts to her waist.

"Wow! you are spectacular Aunty Val," I said as I placed the port glasses on a side table and moved to stand in front of her.

I progressed into her personal space and, before she knew it, I reached up, took hold of her chin, and gently kissed her lips. She did not pull away but seemed to just stagger slightly.

Encouraged, I went back for a second kiss, as tender as the first, but this time I did not pull away but allowed my tongue to gently sweep and caress along the length of her lips, tasting her lipstick as it did so. When I heard a slight whimper I pressed a little further until Aunty Val opened her mouth to accept my tongue.

We stood embracing each other for some minutes as we continued to kiss and taste and battle the mixed emotions we felt. Eventually Aunty Val placed her hand on my chest and pushed me away.

"No John! We can't do this!" she said, "I am your aunt for fucks sake. I am a married woman. This is crazy."

I didn't say anything immediately, just took in the sight of my aunt standing there, robe undone, clearly in turmoil about what we had just done. Bowing my head I noticed the small scar on her belly again and reached out and touched it.

"What happened here Aunty Val? What is this scar?"

She just looked at me in wonderment. "You mean you don't know John? Has nobody told you?"

"Told me what?"

She took a deep breath and then looked off into the distance... reliving a memory.

"When I was very young John, very very young, I fell madly in love with a boy at school. At the time I thought he was the one and we would marry and live happily ever after. You know how it is, young love. Well I ended up getting pregnant to this boy but when he found out he just left me. I never saw him again. Anyway, against everyone else's wishes I had the baby. It was a little girl. I named her Ashley or Ash for short. I had no option but to adopt Ashley out. I couldn't look after her. I had no income, no future, no real support. But there is not a day goes by that I don't think of her. Anyway... that scar is from the birth. I had to have a caesarean section."

I was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say, "I'm so sorry Aunty Val. I didn't know."

"It doesn't end there either John. As a result of the caesarean surgery I had scaring defects that... well essentially made me infertile and prevented me from having any more children. No matter how much Max and I tried, I was never able to conceive again."

I knelt down in front of her and ran my finger slowly across her scar. "So I have a cousin somewhere that doesn't know about any of us?"

"Yes John... yes you do," she said, reaching down and running her fingers through my hair.

I leant forward and tenderly kissed the scar. "I'm sorry Aunty Val."

"What for John?"

"For what you had to go through... and for the hard decision you had to make."

I looked up and Aunty Val was looking down at me with a slight smile on her lips, crows feet at the corners of her dark brown eyes.

"Thank you John. Thank you for your kind words and for not judging me."

I stood and took her into an embrace.

"I could never judge you for what you did," then kissed her once again. This time she returned my kiss without any hesitation.

As we parted she said, "I had better get back to the house in case Max wakes up."

"Don't go yet Aunty Val. Stay with me a little longer?"

She thought about it briefly, "Perhaps for a short time then I must go."

I smiled, took a step back, and removed my tee shirt.

"John, what are you doing?"

In one swift movement I removed my shorts and stood before her completely naked.

"Come lay with me Aunty Val," I said as I raised my hands to remove the robe from her shoulders, "I want to be close to you."

Her elbows caught the robe as it fell. "John!" she said exasperated, "I've been through this with you!... I'm a married woman!... and your mothers sister!... and, as lovely as it is to hear your compliments, we should 't go that far."

I moved behind her and took the robe from her arms, letting it fall to the floor. My arms circled around in an embrace as I pulled her back into me. Holding the embrace with one arm I then took her left breast into my hand, feeling its weight as I caressed the very large hard nipple with my thumb.

"Oh John," she said as she placed her hand upon mine, "you shouldn't be doing that to me... we shouldn't be doing this with each other."

I leant down and kissed her neck several times then whispered, "Come lay with me Aunty Val. I want to be with you."

Breaking free she turned quickly and placed her arms around my neck.

"John please understand... you know we can't do anything. How many times do I have to say it... I'm your aunt... you're my nephew... I am married... nothing more can happen."

I removed myself from our embrace and lay down on the top of my bed, my cock very hard and erect. I was horny as hell with desire for this woman; I needed to get some relief so I started to stroke myself.

"Ok Aunty Val, you can leave if you wish, but I can still close my eyes, and you are there ready for me, wanting me too."

Her eyes never left my cock as she moved to sit on the edge of my bed.

"Any other time, and any other instance, I would welcome your advances John. You are a handsome and gentle caring young...ohhhh"

She didn't get the chance to finish as I sat up and pulled her down onto the bed with me. As she lay on top of me I place my hand behind her head and kissed her urgently, passionately. She responded in kind.

When we parted, panting from our efforts, I said, "Can you feel me Aunty Val. Can you feel my hard cock against you? Can you feel how much I want you?"

"Of course I can John. It takes all of my control not to touch you there. I so much want to touch you too."

"Then do it!" I say.

She says nothing, a tear coming to her eye.

I run my hands down her back, over her butt, and take hold of each of her legs. I pull ever so slightly causing her legs to part each side of my torso.

"Sit up Aunty Val."

When she does the lips of her labia part and slide along the length of my cock. We both moan out loud with the contact. Once this contact is made she doesn't stop but slowly moves back and forward along my length, her juices continue to coat me.

"Put me inside you Aunty Val."

"I can't," she whispers.

I move my pelvis until I can feel my cock being enveloped further, likely near the entrance to her vagina.

"Please John, please don't do that."

"I am not going to do anything Aunty Val," I say but I leave my cock where it is.

We continue to look each other in the eye. I start to feel the slight pressure as Aunty Val starts to move back and forth once again. Her eyes never leaving mine as the pressure increases and I feel the head of my cock start to enter her vagina.

"Oh my god John, we can't be doing this."

Despite her protestations, she doesn't stop her movement; increasing the pressure until eventually the head of my cock enters her canal.

"Ohhhh fuuccckkkkk" we both cry out as we are joined.

Aunty Val stops moving, holding me just inside of her.

Suddenly she says, "I can't handle this John," and abruptly pulls away. There is an audible plop as my cock leaves its haven.

Scooping up her robe from the floor she turns and looks at me lying prostrate on the bed, my cock still hard, glistening with her juices.

"It's all too much for me!" then donning her robe she unlocks the door and flees back to the main house.

I just lay there confused: frustrated: apprehensive. I didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow. Would she confess to Uncle Max? What would my parents say? Would Cindy find out? How have the events affected Aunty Val? Would I be disowned?

Needing to get some sleep I went to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth. I could feel the crackle of our dried juices so I cleaned my pubic area before collapsing back on top of the bed and falling into a rather restless sleep.

I woke the next morning when I felt my mattress move. I was lying on my side but felt a hand gently start to stroke my back.

"Hey honey, are you awake?"

It was my mom.

I grunted and groaned as I slowly turned over onto my back. Mom then started to gently stroke my chest and stomach.

"Sure Mom," I said sleepily, my eyes still closed, "what's the problem?"

"No problem baby, I just wanted to let you know that your Dad, Max and Jim have already left for the Club, probably for a few hours, and Katherine and I are just heading off to the Mall. We want to check out a few baby shops and hit the beauticians."

My eyes open. "Now why would my gorgeous mother need a beautician?"

She slaps me hard on the chest then bends down and quickly kisses me on the lips, "Because, my dishonest son," she whispers, her face only a few inches from mine, "not everything stays as it once did. As we mature some of us still need a little help." Then sitting up straight she continues light-heartedly, "but thank you for the compliment darling!"

"What about Aunty Val?" I enquire casually.

"Oh she said that she is not feeling so well. Apparently she didn't sleep much and has decided to stay behind to get some rest."

"Oh ok," I said trying to respond casually.

I then noticed my mom had stopped her gentle caress and was eyeing my nudity. In my morning stupor I had forgotten that I was still naked... and now I had exposed myself to my mother.

"Opps sorry Mom. I forgot I was naked."

"You sure are baby!" she said finally looking at me again, "But it's my fault; I shouldn't have come in here unannounced. This is your home now and I am the intruder. I will be more careful in future."

"But I don't want you to stop coming in here Mom. I love having you intrude," I laugh, "and now, waking up to your caresses, I think you will have to come in every day and do that!"

"You might want to rethink that baby because I might just take you up on it. It's been a long time since I have seen someone as young and desirable as you," she then winks, looks at my cock and says, "but I know I will have to stop calling you baby... I can see that you are no longer a baby in that department!"

"MOM!" I say mockingly, "you shouldn't say such things about your son!"

At that point we can hear Katherine calling out that she is ready to leave.

"I had better get going honey. We will probably be at least a couple of hours. But while I'm gone why don't you ask Cindy to come over and meet us all? I'd like to meet the young lady that is taking my darling son away from me so often... and I'm sure your father and the others would like to meet her too."

I don't respond immediately. "I'll think about that Mom, but I'm not sure we are at the 'meet the family stage'. It's all still very new you know... and besides, you know there's nobody who could take me away from my gorgeous mother."

Without another word she gets up to leave but in doing so takes the time to run her hand slowly down my chest, onto my stomach, then looks directly at me as she openly places her hand on my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before turning and walking out of the room.
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