A Genesis of Lust and Love

Tom elevated himself slightly from the bed as his aunt gently pulled his trousers down, the young man who fantasised about undressing his aunt being the one getting undressed instead. In his defence, his aunt was already undressed, she'd just done that herself. Like Upskirt Aunt's clothes, Tom's trousers found themselves on her bedroom floor like they so often did in her fantasies, and Upskirt Aunt would do well to not leave a sticky mess on the carpet beneath her by the time she'd finished undressing her nephew. Oops...

It turned out that she had already made a mess, though there was no shame in that, and it was only getting messier given what Upskirt Aunt was now looking at. Tom's protrusion was even more pronounced now that the constricting fabric of his trousers was no longer there, and the elastic material of his underwear was much more forgiving. In fact, it didn't do a very good job of restraining his protrusion at all, and all that now stood between Upskirt Aunt and her nephew's skin was a solitary layer of stretchy fabric.

Her hands made the same climb that they had before, back up her nephew's equally long legs, up his strong thighs, and to the restraints of her nephew's underwear. Her fingers pinched the waistline of his underwear and, as she had dreamt of doing more times than she could remember, Upskirt Aunt began to pull them down. More and more of his skin was being revealed to her, his own well-kept garden coming into sight and basking in the warmth of the artificial light above, and more skin still. She was so, so close...

Upskirt Aunt hadn't actually seen it before. She had long fantasised about it and occasionally caught glimpses of the outline and contours of it through his trousers, as she had today in its clearly aroused state, but she had yet to feast her eyes upon that which she craved most. She was mere inches and seconds away from finally seeing it for the first time, from seeing his inches which were most certainly not mere and whose glory would hopefully bless her sight and her person for more than just mere seconds.

She pulled it down farther, and farther, and farther, and his underwear got caught on what Upskirt Aunt was trying to liberate. It was like a winch, and every millimetre Upskirt Aunt pulled Tom's underwear down it increased the tension between his phallic prisoner and the textile prison, the velocity of its release increasing exponentially. If it suddenly sprang out then it could possibly hit her in the face, something that wouldn't have been unwelcome to her whatsoever. And, moments later, that's almost what happened.

Tom's underwear could no longer withstand the strain that it was being put under and it launched what it was imprisoning past the fabric frontier and out into the emancipating air of his aunt's sleeping quarters. It flung out with force, coming out swinging like a heavyweight boxer, and swayed from side to side like a flagpole in the wind. In time it decelerated, losing the momentum with which it was released, and came to a perfect stop right in front of Tom's aunt's beaming face and pointed right at her.

Upskirt Aunt was, much to her lascivious delight, right - her nephew didn't have anything to be embarrassed about whatsoever, and her eyes were aglow with wonderment as they were filled by a vision of virility. With her brain seemingly unable to get a signal to her voice box that second, those signals rushed to her eyes which studied it from top to bottom and analysed every intricate detail like it was both the first and last time that she'd ever lay her eyes upon it. And she could be right, perhaps it would be the last time she'd ever see it, so she was taking the opportunity to paint as vivid a mental image as she could.

With her mental masterpiece painted, the route her signals took to her voice box were unblocked and she vocalised her response to what she was seeing. "Tom!" she gasped, her jaw agape, "I always knew that you were happy to see me..." Upskirt Aunt jested, but her admiration for her nephew's cock came to the fore, "...Is this all for me?" She was right about the former too, Tom was always happy to see his aunt, just at this moment in time he was very happy to see her without any clothes on. "Oh, my..." Upskirt Aunt said in awe, her eyes fluttering while her lungs filled with air through her jaw-dropped mouth, "Tom, what a big cock you have..."

"All the better to fuck you with," he naughtily thought to himself. Little Red Riding Hood this was most certainly not, and this story was going to go in a vastly different direction to that tale and be one that had a happy ending. Not only that, but it also had a happy beginning, and a happy journey from one to the other. At this point in this story Upskirt Aunt's eyes were big just like the werewolf's were in that fairy tale when it was eyeing up Little Red Riding Hood for dinner, and like that werewolf wanted to gobble up that poor girl, Upskirt Aunt wanted to gobble up her not-so-poor nephew's cock.

But, not only with regards to her nephew's, Upskirt Aunt hadn't seen cock, hadn't touched cock, and she hadn't sucked cock in a painfully long time, and she wanted that to change tonight. So, she'd seen it and was currently seeing it which delighted her, that was one out of three, but how about touching it? It was one thing to see her nephew's hard cock, but it would be another thing altogether to actually touch it. "Oh, darling," she started, intimating at his cock, "It's all I'm going to be able to think about now..." Though, truly, that and her nephew were already all she had been thinking about, practically at every time of day on every day of the week.

One of her hands vacantly and nonchalantly played around between her legs like it was a subconscious idle action that she did all the time, which it was, and her eyes momentarily closed under the pleasure. They opened back up and Upskirt Aunt looked up at Tom, her nephew and his cock towering over her whilst she nonchalantly played with her decidedly wet pussy, and the beautiful hardness of his cock almost obscured her view of his face. This scenario was a first for her in real life, but most certainly not a first in her great many sexual fantasies.

Another one of those sexual fantasies involved step two of the aforementioned three-step process - touching it. Her busy hand moved away from her own crotch and made its way toward her nephew's, stopping to gently and suggestively rub his inner thighs, her wet fingers depositing a certain lubricant on one of them all the while. "Tom, sweetie..." his aunt teased, looking at his erect cock and biting her lip, "...I'd love to touch your cock... please, may I?"

She looked up at him with a submissive yet persuasive look in her eye as she said that, one that any man would struggle to resist, though Tom had no intention of resisting her advances, so wise ahead of his years as he was.

Judging by the wet substance that his aunt had left upon his thigh, Tom could tell just how much she would love to touch his cock, and he gave Upskirt Aunt the approval that she craved. All of a sudden, her nephew's cock looked even more gorgeous than it did before. It felt like a privilege, like it was a priceless art piece at a gallery that nobody was allowed to touch, protected by shatter-proof glass, sturdy barriers, and 24/7 security, but she was being allowed to touch it all the while. She treated it just as though it was fine art, delicately bringing her hand into the airspace that surrounded the marvellous sculpture, though Tom's manhood was nothing like those upon the marble sculptures you'd find in art galleries.

Even just the aura of her nephew's cock warmed Upskirt Aunt's hand, though her hand still wasn't warm enough for her liking. In fact, her hand was plenty warm as her own private area between her legs gave off plenty of heat when she was playing with it, she just wanted to touch her nephew's cock. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Nothing whatsoever, she reasoned. Perfectly reasonable, Tom would surely concur. And, in fact, he did. Upskirt Aunt's nephew gulped with nerves and expectation as his aunt's palm was mere centimetres away from his erect and exposed cock, both its erect and exposed nature his aunts doing.

This exact situation had occurred so many times in his dreams that he couldn't count if he tried, and the fact that it was playing out in front of his very eyes had his body tingling with excitement. Likewise, this exact situation had occurred many times in Upskirt Aunt's dreams and fantasies, that of being on her hands and knees beneath her nephew with him and his gorgeous cock towering over her, though she remembered each fantasy, each time, and each orgasm she had over them with fondness. Though, in those fantasies, she actually touched his cock, something that she needed to set right in this reality.

Upskirt Aunt's fingers slowly closed into her palm knowing that they'd never reach it, and instead, they closed around the one thing that they had been wanting to close around for the longest time. All of the most realistic dildos in the world couldn't replicate or replace the feeling of a real cock, and from the moment she touched it, she felt in her element, like everything in the world was right as rain. Upskirt Aunt's hand replaced Tom's trousers as the tourniquet around his cock, though she had no intention of stopping its flow of blood despite her tight but careful grip.

Tom's aunt felt her nephew's pulse through that which she was holding, the pairs hearts in tune with each other and beating in rhythm as the percussion of what was to be their song. She sighed heartily as she moved her grip up from the bottom of it and along her nephew's healthy highway, her fingers discerning every detail of his shaft as it moved skyward, up toward the soaring heights of the head. Up her hand and fingers went, scaling the exposed and bulbous tip of Tom's cock which had swelled to multiple times its normal size, then they made their way back over what she hoped would become familiar ground as she controlled Tom's cock like a conductor does their baton, the sophisticated slut conducting the orchestra of their sexual gratification.

Tom himself tried his utmost not to stir, the feeling of his aunt's hand finally being wrapped around and stroking his cock almost too much to bear, her touch masterful as it was. He hadn't experienced his aunt's sexual touch or prowess before, however, he had heard all about them during the most open and candid of conversations they often had. Hearing about it was one thing, but experiencing it first-hand was another thing altogether. Upskirt Aunt lovingly squeezed and massaged her nephew's cock in her hand, getting properly acquainted with it and used to how it felt, though to get properly acquainted with it and with her nephew there were a couple of very important spheres that she needed to introduce herself to.

Her fingers and hand travelled back down what was becoming an increasingly well-trodden road and, when they got to the bottom, they reached a couple of marvels to match the couple of glories upon Upskirt Aunt's chest, and Tom's aunt looked at his balls like they were there to be emptied. Though she didn't just look at them, she cradled and fondled them admiringly, and with the weight and size of them in her palm she now knew for certain that they needed emptying, something that she was very, very keen on doing regardless.

Her hand moved back up to the Goliath in front of her, Upskirt Aunt wanting to play the part of David and conquer it and, as this had all been happening, she had subtly shuffled closer to her nephew and his cock and her face wasn't all that far away from it. Her nose twitched as she picked up a hint of her nephew's fragrance which wasn't simply the cologne he'd applied earlier, and it almost made the signals in her mind spiral out of control. She shimmied closer, bringing her bare body closer to his, unable to help herself from getting closer to her nephew, and she practically couldn't get any closer as her knees pushed up against the bedframe, only her tremendous posture stopping her face from falling into her nephew's exposed lap. They wouldn't want that to happen, would they?

Tom could now feel his aunt's warm breath upon his cock, and she looked at it ardently, her eyes full of lust. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks..." she uttered, Upskirt Aunt eager for a three-course meal where her nephew's cock was the starter, the main, and her favourite: the dessert. Tom very much wanted his aunt to find out whether it indeed tasted as good as it looked, her refined palate having never let her down in the past. The proof is in the pudding, so they say, and Upskirt Aunt very much needed proof before she came to a verdict.

She looked up at her nephew with her mouth dangerously close to his cock, waiting for his blessing, and, after a few breathless moments, it came. Holding his shaft at the base in her hand, Upskirt Aunt directed her nephew's cock toward her empty mouth, intent on leaving her mouth empty no longer, and she salivated thinking of what she was about to do. Her lips parted, her mouth opened, and she leant her head toward her nephew's lap, or, more precisely, what was proudly sticking out from it.

Her eyes closed and her sense of touch, smell, and taste amplified, then the head of Tom's cock breached the threshold between his aunt's lips. Her nostrils flared as her sense of smell got to work first inhaling his aroma before her sense of taste would be put to work imminently, the scent of her nephew travelling through her nostrils, and not just the pleasant odour of his cologne like she had smelt when they embraced earlier. This odour was altogether more pleasant, it was even more alluring, and it was even more endearing than his cologne because it was what her nephew truly smelt like, and she wanted her nephew and everything that came with him more than she could put into words.

But rather than use her mouth to try and form words, Upskirt Aunt wanted to use it on a certain something that came with her nephew and something she wanted a lot more than just his natural odour, and that was exactly what she was about to do. Like her sense of smell had just been utilised and was still being utilised, her sense of taste was about to follow suit. Her arresting lips gratefully closed around her nephew's thick shaft and created a seal around it that only Upskirt Aunt could break, and her mouth came into contact with Tom's cock, at long, long last, for the very first time.

With her lips sealed around it like she had a secret that she couldn't tell anyone, Upskirt Aunt's tongue followed in the path of her lips and came into contact with the bulbous head of her nephew's turgid cock. It was warm, it was hard, yet it was velvety smooth, and it tasted absolutely fucking divine. Tom couldn't help but moan with anything but sheer and overwhelming pleasure having his cock sucked by his gorgeous and demonstrably debauched aunt, and his aunt likewise couldn't help but moan with the most appeasing gratification.

Her mind flooded with serotonin, and it rushed with happiness and sexual desire, Upskirt Aunt experiencing and indulging in one of her favourite activities again, and with whom she was doing it and to only made it greater. She moaned with the utmost gratification as Tom himself could not stifle his own moans as having his cock sucked was always a delight, however, the fact that it wasn't just any random and unrefined university floozy, but his mature and sophisticated aunt that was sucking his cock made it feel better than he could put into words. What he was feeling physically, sexually and mentally was almost overwhelming.

This was the first time that Upskirt Aunt had taken her nephew's cock into her mouth, the first time that it had blessed her lips and her tongue, the first time that it had been inside her body, and she was savouring every flavour, every scent, every inch, every second, and even the simple fact that it was inside of her. In fact, this was the first time in a long time that she had sucked cock, something that she loved doing and wanted to do almost above all else, and Roger was now just a distant and forgettable memory. She had been fantasising about doing this, about this very moment, for quite some time, and finally realising it filled her with a profound happiness that she had dearly missed.

Despite her savouring everything there was to savour, she very much hoped that this first time wouldn't also be the last, and that, should there be a next time, she wouldn't have to wait long for it. With her nephew's blessing, Upskirt Aunt had finally been blessed by the taste of divinity, though she suspected that this wasn't what those bible-bashers meant when they said that. That was their loss. If that was indeed what they meant, then she might have spent her Sunday mornings quite differently. It was like dining at a three Michelin star restaurant, like those the sophisticated sybarite frequented, only a thousand times better.

Tom's aunt slowly moved her head back and forth, her eyes closed, her lips locked tightly around it, and she moaned deeply. Back and forth, again and again, each movement and the tempo with careful and considerate control, Tom's cock burrowed deeper into her mouth and down her throat with each incursion as Upskirt Aunt's throat warmed up to its girthy guest. The pair hadn't said a word to each other since Upskirt Aunt enveloped Tom's cock with her mouth, instead opting to embrace and enjoy the situation they were sharing, the same situation for which they had shared a desire for so long.

Upskirt Aunt's nostrils flared as she inhaled air into her lungs, unable to inhale through her mouth for obvious reasons, and she simultaneously smelt and tasted her nephew which made her lust go haywire. She sped up slightly, her arousal and sexual desire growing by the second. Oh God, how much she'd missed doing this and had desperately wanted to do this. She couldn't quantify it and her eyes felt heavy as a deep happiness filled her heart, and she inhaled and exhaled slowly and heavily through her nose as a lovely cock filled her throat. Finally...

Upskirt Aunt relieved her mouth from the welcome invasion, took in air and looked upon the wonder in front of her. Her works thus far had been but a taster, a sample of what was perhaps to come, and then she ardently and steadily kissed Tom's cock from top to bottom, placing pecks down every inch of his shaft, and, when she came back up to the top, she placed a final kiss on the head. It was becoming more and more apparent that what this was between the two was not simply a matter of lust but also a matter of love, though there was no doubt whatsoever that Upskirt Aunt already loved her lover-elect's cock.

As her lips had done before, Upskirt Aunt's tongue followed suit as she licked Tom's cock from top to bottom, gave some love to both of his full balls with her tongue and mouth, then licked from bottom to top, on both sides and all around his shaft and his head like she was worshipping it, which she was. When she reached his peak, she took it back into her mouth again, even deeper this time, and demonstrated the remarkable control she had over her gag reflex. It was a refined gag reflex borne out of her love for cock, the sucking of it, and her desire to take every inch of cock into her mouth and down her throat. If she was going to give a lucky gentleman a blowjob then she might as well be a good girl and be good at it, she wisely reasoned, not at all swayed by her wanton love for cock, of course, and on this day the lucky gentleman was no other than her very own nephew.

Her very own lucky and gentlemanly nephew also happened to have the most gorgeous and appropriately Upskirt Aunt-sized cocks. That is to say, it was everything she ever wanted a cock to be, and, as it transpired, who she wanted that cock to belong to. Time seemed to stop whilst Upskirt Aunt pleasured her nephew and, by extension, herself, and who knew how many minutes had passed by. It was the most loving and passionate blowjob that she had ever given, a mixture of slow and loving, fast and decadent, and it was certainly the most loving and passionate blowjob that Tom had ever had the fortune of receiving.