Five months had passed since my cousin Sammy's wedding in Canada. An occasion that was etched into my memory forever. Five months since that night that showcased Sammy's insatiable desires. Five months since I saw a side of Sarah, my cousin Steve's beautiful girlfriend, that should be kept only for him. And five months since Dawn...Oh, Dawn. My quarter-century obsession. The woman who first ignited a forbidden spark in my adolescent fantasies all those years ago. The woman I had yearned for. The woman I had pleasured myself to more times than I could count over those twenty-five years—my Aunt Dawn.
Those memories haunted my nights, replaying in detail so many times over the last 5 months. The masterful setup that Sammy orchestrated. The shock on entering the hotel room and seeing the bride on her knees devouring Sarah's slick pussy. The moans that Sarah made as she did. But nothing compared to that moan, the one that came from the next room. Dawn, being readied...for me. The sleep mask that had been used as a blindfold, her curves on display on that bed. The gift of me as her secret lover, from Sammy to Dawn, compensation for years of marital neglect from our uncle.
I still lie awake at night, thinking about the first touch and taste of her divine feet, that I had lusted after for decades, how they looked under a layer of my cum after I unleashed one of the heaviest loads of my life over them. The sensation of entering her. How her pussy welcomed my cock. The explosive release inside her neglected depths. Her body responding in bliss, unaware that it was me.
Those thoughts swirled around my mind, one summer evening at Dawn's house. She was hosting a family gathering, as the weather was lovely, and her garden was an absolute sanctuary. She had a lot of time to herself, with my uncle out golfing or going to the football games on the weekends, so she busied herself with her garden, which she nurtured with care. A fountain in the middle was surrounded by various seating areas. Benches and cushioned garden chairs scattered the lawn and also tucked into secluded nooks, framed by the various plants and trees that she took such meticulous care of. Drink and conversation flowed among the relatives in attendance. Some I hadn't seen since we gathered in Canada for Sammy's wedding.
"Jamie! It's been ages, mate!" Steve called out to me as he approached with a beer in hand, greeting me with a firm handshake. Sarah stood at his side, with a knowing smile as she caught my eye, her look stirring memories of Canada.
"Absolutely, mate, seems like ages ago that we were drinking Canadian beers in Montreal instead of this rubbish!" I replied. “You guys doing good?”
Sarah leaned in, her voice playful. "Oh yes, it's been an eventful few months, but nothing tops that wedding... or its afterparty," she said with a secret wink at me, her eyes drifting toward the house where Dawn moved around her guests, making sure everyone was ok for drinks and snacks.
As everyone settled into comfortable chatter, my pulse quickened at Dawn's presence. I was very aware that she had discarded her gardening clogs, and her bare feet padding around the grass were drawing my eyes. I settled into one of the comfy lawn chairs arranged in a circle, amongst a bunch of cousins and uncles. Dawn, blissfully unaware that the anonymous lover from that night in Canada, the person who had reignited her sense of desire after years of neglect, was none other than her nephew, sat on the seat next to me. As the conversation went round to various topics, and laughter filled the air, she reclined on her chair, casually lifting her legs to rest her feet on my lap. She was totally unaware of the torment she was unleashing within me, the rush of blood surging to my groin.
She wore a loose, white linen blouse and pinstriped linen trousers that ended mid-calf, exposing her elegant ankles. Her feet now lay exposed and inviting, her toes painted pearly white. Smooth, soft skin, her arches curving perfectly. Everything was very comfortable. Nobody batted an eyelid as I cradled her feet in my lap, and if anything, she seemed to melt into the gesture as my fingers traced affectionate lines along her skin. She laughed deeply at something someone said across the circle, tossing her hair back. As I shifted to a deeper massage, pressing my thumb firmly into the flesh of her soles and tracing the contours of her arches, with the same pressure and rhythm I had that night in Montreal, her body stiffened and her feet tensed in my grip.
She knew.
That touch was printed in her memory. Unmistakable in its precision. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and full of questions. A look of disbelief, mixed with a slight hint of hope and some uncertainty, made her question whether she wished it were true. Abruptly, she rose from her chair. "Excuse me for a moment," she murmured to whoever was listening. Her voice was steady enough, but I could hear the slight tremor in her voice as she went indoors. Nobody really paid much attention or thought anything of it.
I sat, not knowing what to do. Until a couple of minutes later, when my phone buzzed with a message from Dawn: I need to talk to you. Come to my bedroom, now.
My heart was pounding. I got up and offered a vague excuse about needing to use the bathroom. Everyone else was too absorbed in conversation even to notice I had gone. I headed inside and went up the stairs of Dawn and my uncle's large 6-bedroom house and over to their master bedroom on the other side of the building, away from the garden. I knocked gently on the door. Her voice, soft, almost fragile, called me in.
She sat perched on the edge of her bed, looking pale. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She looked at me, her eyes staring at me intensely. "Was it you?" she asked, her tone hushed.
I looked at her, torn between wanting to preserve the mystery and let the secret lover remain a phantom in her fantasies forever, and another part of me that wanted to confess that I was the man who had driven her to a shattering climax. I decided that she would see through a lie instantly.
"Yes," I admitted, the word hanging heavy. "It was me."
Her bottom lip quivered as she rose to her feet, closing the gap between us hesitantly. "I have been trying to work it out, piecing things together from that night," she whispered. "I never imagined... you. But....I am so glad it was. The way you touched me, the way you made me feel wanted again, after all those years. Thank you."
I reached out to take her hand and pulled her toward me, and she looked me in the eye. "You were so beautiful that night, Dawn." I leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss. She responded with equal hunger, her mouth parting to welcome my tongue as my hands roamed her body. Between fervent kisses, our lips parted enough for words. "You drove me wild that night," I confessed. "I have never come that intensely before."
She pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "And the woman...the one I heard moaning on the bed next to us? Who was she?"
"That was me," Sarah interjected smoothly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. She had noticed the silent interaction between Dawn and me and had seen me follow her into the house. "I couldn't stay away once I saw that look on your face, Dawn. I thought that some truths might come out and figured I should be there."
Dawn couldn't believe what was happening. She froze as Sarah approached us. "Y..you?" Dawn stammered, her voice shaking, her eyes wide with shock.
Sarah didn't hesitate and placed a warm hand on Dawn's hip. As I leaned in to kiss her again, Dawn accepted my kiss, and Sarah leaned in, her mouth finding the soft skin of Dawn's neck, trailing gentle kisses along it as I groped at my aunt's body, cupping her breasts through the linen top, her nipples hardening as I circled them.
In between kisses, Sarah and I murmured our intentions to make Dawn feel that desire again, just like we had in Canada. We gently guided her back onto the bed into her plush duvet. She whispered a half-hearted, "no...no we can't," but the protest disappeared as we started to work her clothes free. I eased her pinstriped trousers down her legs as Sarah unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lace bra underneath. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of Dawn's knickers, sliding them down slowly to her ankles and off, exposing her pussy to us completely. It glistened with her arousal; she had been wet for us for longer than she would probably admit to. Slick, creamy juices coated her folds.
With a silent look, Sarah and I acknowledged that we had ravished Dawn's body that night in Montreal, but we had not savoured her taste. We had to remedy that, and we knelt together in front of her and went in together. I parted her legs and lapped at her swollen clit, making her groan as I flicked my tongue teasingly on it. Sarah traced the slick folds of Dawn's labia and delved into the warm entrance of her hole. We kissed and licked her inner thighs and inhaled her musky scent. Dawn's moans and gasps built as her hips bucked as the pleasure overtook her.
"Oh my god, Sarah, I knew she would taste this good; I just knew she would," I said in between greedy licks. Savouring the treat I had wanted to taste my whole adult life, looking up at the gorgeous woman, moaning beautifully as we teased her most intimate area.
"She really loves it, look at her," Sarah purred as she slipped a couple of fingers into Dawn's depths and stroked her cunt.
"Oh my god! Oh, please don't stop!" Dawn gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth to muffle her words.
My hand glided along the smooth skin of her leg until it reached her shapely ankle. I couldn't resist any longer. Leaving Sarah to feast and probe at Dawn's pussy, I shifted lower and lifted her foot to my mouth. I took her pearly white painted toe between my lips, sucking gently. My fingers stroked the high arch and pressed into the soft sole, feeling her toes curl in response. My cock strained almost painfully in my shorts. I freed it with a quick tug, my cock springing out, the tip already beading with pre cum. I rubbed it against her sole, coating her in the sticky fluid, which I massaged into her foot, leaving it slick and shiny.
Sarah's tongue worked faster, lashing at Dawn's clit with enthusiasm, parting her folds to plunge her fingers deeper. Dawn covered her face and mouth with her arm to stifle her moans, but the orgasm hit her hard.
"Oh shit! Oh, Oh, Ohh!" Dawn cried out as it peaked and her whole body shuddered as her juices flooded out of her.
Sarah pulled back, wiping her mouth as she came up for air, and looked up at me. "Your turn, give her what she needs."
Dawn looked up at me as she lay back on the bed as I climbed on to join her. She was still trembling as I climbed between her legs and rubbed my cock along her soaking entrance, teasing the slick lips before I pushed in slowly. We both gasped as I sank into her, remembering how wonderful she felt as she clenched round me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close as we moved together. My thrust steady as she rocked to meet each stroke. We could hear muffled voices downstairs and out in the garden. We tried to keep the volume as low as possible, but the prospect of getting caught was thrilling to me. I think it was to Dawn as well.
Sarah positioned herself behind me, her hands on my hips, guiding my rhythm. Slowing me to a teasing grind, and then urging me faster and deeper. She reached under me and cupped my balls, rolling them gently in her hand, feeling them tighten. "Are you going to fill her?" She asked teasingly. I nodded and grunted in acknowledgement as she carried on. "I bet it's a really heavy load, isn't it, all for her!"
I couldn't cope any more. "Oh my god!" I cried out as I got close. "Oh fuck, Dawn, here it comes!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dawn moaned as I emptied myself inside her, coating her welcoming depths as another climax crashed over her as I did, her fingers digging into my back. I stayed inside her as I lay on top of her, both of us breathing heavily, before I pulled out and collapsed next to her.
Sarah leaned over, taking my semi-hard cock in her mouth, sucking the last traces of my cum from the tip, and savouring the flavour of Dawn that was coating my shaft.
We caught our breath and gathered Dawn's scattered clothes, and helped her dress. Her eyes glanced between Sarah and me in bewilderment and contentedness at the same time. Not knowing what to think of what we had just done. We smoothed our own attire and composed ourselves before heading back down to the others downstairs. We made sure to go in rotation so as not to draw attention to our absence as a trio. Sarah went via the kitchen, grabbing some food platters. I went to the garage where more drinks were kept and emerged into the garden with a fresh case of beer, getting a chorus of cheers from some uncles and cousins sitting outside, raising their drinks in a mock toast to my timely arrival with fresh provisions.
Dawn took the longest to compose herself. She waited until the flush had gone from her cheeks and her heart rate had slowed. She put on a light jacket and headed out to the garden, giving a simple excuse about hunting for the garment amongst the house clutter. She took a seat next to me back in the circle of chairs.
My uncle, sensing something slightly off, nodded over to her from the fire pit he was trying to get going. "Everything alright, love?" he asked Dawn. She said she was fine, and just felt a bit flushed, probably her age, which he accepted and carried on with what he was doing.
Dawn sank into her chair. A secret smile curved her lips, one that only me and Sarah recognized. Without a word, she lifted her legs, extending them again, her bare feet still slightly sticky from my earlier attention, and set them deliberately on my lap. With a light and slightly teasing tone, she looked at me. "You don't mind, do you?"
I took her feet in my hands without hesitating, thumbs pressing the soft arches. "No," I said aloud, keeping my tone even for the group to hear. "Rest them here all you like; you've been on your feet all day!" She smiled back at me as I gently caressed her feet, in a way that seemed just innocent enough to all who could see, a seemingly kind gesture from a caring nephew.
The fire pit crackled as the evening wore on and the group started to thin out. Dawn didn't move her feet. A contented sigh from her as her big toe circled lazily against my leg. "It's been a good day," she said low enough for only me to hear. I nodded as I squeezed her ankle.
As the last people started to head home, Dawn got up, and her hand brushed mine as she gathered her jacket. "See you soon," she said as she headed inside. I sat outside alone in the garden as I waited for my taxi. I ran through it in my mind. Remembering how she tasted, remembering how good it felt emptying myself inside her, remembering the sounds she made, how wet she was, watching Sarah make her come. It was wrong. She is my aunt, and she is married. But why did it feel so right?
