If you’ve been paying attention to my blog, you’ve probably picked up that I’ve had a thing for my handsome young nephew. In the past few months, I’ve been flirting with him more and showing a little extra cleavage, trying to see if I could tempt him into something, although I don’t know that I ever really expected anything to happen.
On Friday night my husband told me that he was going to make an overnight trip Saturday with his father to pick up a car he bought off eBay. Recognizing that it was an opportunity for me to go out for the night without having to explain it to him, I started planning to try and see if I could find some handsome stranger to give me a fucking like I haven’t had in a long time from my husband. (Don’t judge me, please. It really has been a very long time!)
I started putting together a fake story about going out with some girlfriends to tell my daughter in case she asked, knowing that she wouldn’t really care and was practically guaranteed not to dig any deeper or to follow up on it later. But that turned out to be unnecessary, because Saturday afternoon one of her friends called to say that a bunch of their group were going to dinner and a late movie and invited her to go. It was like a perfect storm of events to free me up to go out!
As I was trying on (and rejecting) several outfits to wear out, the doorbell rang. I peeked out my bedroom window and saw my nephew’s car in the driveway, so I pulled the top back on that I had just thrown on the bed and ran down to answer the door. I was pleased that as he said hi, my nephew’s eyes dropped right down to my cleavage before shooting back up to my eyes and staying locked there so hard it felt forced and awkward. He said that he was on his way home from dinner and stopped by to see if my husband was ready for him to help move those rocks. Apparently my husband was supposed to call him when he was ready to move some big landscaping stones, but hadn’t called all day. My husband must have forgotten to call my nephew and cancel their plan when the trip with his father came up.
My nephew started to leave, but I realized I was missing a chance to tease and tempt him a little more, so I told him to wait, and asked if he could maybe help me for a minute instead. One of the outfits I had rejected was based around wearing my corset (black satin with lace accents) because I couldn’t tighten and tie the laces on it very well by myself. I told my story about going out with my girlfriends to my nephew and asked him if he could help lace me up. I had him wait in my bedroom while I changed in the bathroom. (No, you perverts, I did not believe I could just strip and dress in front of him, because how weird would that be if he wasn’t actually interested in anything more than peeking at my cleavage and some innocent flirting?)
“That’s not for going out with your friends,” he said when I came out of the bathroom. I asked him why not, and he said I was showing way too much of my boobs to just be going to dinner. Not prepared for my cover story to have fallen apart so fast, I quickly tried to adjust and point out that I hadn’t said dinner, and that we were going clubbing. (Is “going clubbing” a thing people even do anymore? It felt weird when I said it, and even now I can’t think of the last time I heard someone say they were “going clubbing”.) I said since most of my friends are younger, thinner, and hotter than me, that I was just trying to keep up with their level of sexy, and boobs are what I have plenty of to work with. He shrugged, but I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not.
He fumbled for a bit figuring how corset lacing works, but once he got the hang of it, he pulled the laces so the corset was snug around my ribs. He asked if that was good, and I told him to go tighter. I felt the corset cinch tighter around my waist, and then he asked again. “Tighter, honey,” I said. It didn’t change much. “No, really. Tighter.” To his credit, it did get noticeably tighter, especially around my waist again, but I felt like it could go more. He asked how tight it was supposed to be, and I said, “It’s tight enough when I have a hard time breathing. Everything’s sexier when you can’t breathe.” We both laughed, but I don’t recall if he said anything because, though I was talking about tight-fitting clothes, I got a little lost in the sudden image of a big hand on my throat. But that cinching got me to the point that I felt like I wouldn’t be able to move if it got any tighter, so I told him it was good and had him tie the laces in the back.
I checked myself in the mirror, but felt like the skirt I had on (a nice pencil skirt I wear to work fairly often because it flatters my butt) looked surprisingly frumpy with the corset. My nephew said I looked fine, but I said I wanted to try something else. I went in my closet and changed into a super short miniskirt that I bought last year but never wore because I never felt like I had somewhere it was appropriate for. I bought it to wear on a date with my husband, but then the bastard always took me to fancy restaurants where that would have just looked trashy. But I put it on and tugged the hem down over my thighs, and then went out and asked if he thought it was too short. He said no, but he looked a bit uncomfortable as he said it. I turned around and asked if my ass was hanging out of it, because it kind of felt like it was. He said no, that it looked really good.
I said I wanted to see the whole outfit with my shoes on to make sure they still worked. I mean, it’s hard to go wrong with strappy black heels, but you never know, right? So I grabbed my shoes and sat down on the bed to put them on. That was when I heard my nephew make kind of a pained “Oh” noise. I thought something looked bad, aside from me awkwardly trying to reach my feet when I couldn’t bend my waist at all, so I asked him what was wrong. He said “Nothing”, but it was that “Nothing” that means “Something I don’t want to say.” So I pressed him on it, and he was very clearly uncomfortable as he admitted that he could see right up my skirt. I said that it just kind of happens in short skirts, and asked if looked bad or something. He quickly said, “No, not at all! But if you’re just going out with your friends, why don’t you have panties on?”
OK, so in the moment, I had kind of forgotten about that because I had been focused on how I was going to get my shoes on. Well, without meaning to, and probably in one of the most unflattering ways possible, I had just flashed my bare pussy to my nephew. I lost the will to try hiding what I was doing from him anymore, so as I struggled to put my shoes on, I confessed to my nephew that I was going out dancing to try and find a guy to sleep with while my husband was gone. He looked shocked, so I tried to quickly explain to him that I love my husband very much, but that we had only been intimate three times in the last 9 months, and that only one of those times did we actually have actual sex. I said that I wasn’t leaving my husband or even having an affair or anything, but I was just a woman who had an urge she needed filled. He asked if I couldn’t just use a vibrator or something, and I said that I do have a small vibrator that I use quite a bit, but I don’t keep anything big enough to actually put in me because my husband gets uncomfortable about things like that, and I try to respect his feelings. I felt like I practically had to beg my nephew not to say anything, but he finally agreed as long as it was only this one time and he didn’t have to keep hiding things like this from my husband.
I had finished putting my shoes on during all that, so I fought my way into a standing position, the corset making me feel like I had all the grace of a baby giraffe trying to stand up for the first time. I said I better try dancing a bit to make sure I could actually move and not look terrible. My nephew didn’t say anything and just stood there, so I told him I was putting on some music, and he either had to dance with me or leave, because I wasn’t going to be able to have him just standing there watching me. He looked kind of torn, but hadn’t left by the time I found a club music station on Pandora and started the music. So I went over to him and started swaying a bit and said that if he wasn’t leaving then he’d have to dance. So he started moving a little also, but I felt like I was right back at a middle school dance where everyone is awkward and afraid of each other. So I forced myself to get a little closer to him, and started grabbing his hand and touching his arms. Eventually he loosened up and we both got more comfortable.
After a bit I couldn’t help myself anymore, and I grabbed his hand and pulled his arm around me as I turned my back to him and started pressing my hips back against him as we danced close together. I dipped low, and was just working my way back up when the song ended and Pandora played a commercial that totally ruined the dance vibe. We stopped moving and as we stood there, I leaned back against him as I started to realize I needed to catch my breath. That was when I felt his hard cock press against my hip.
“Shit, sorry,” he said, pulling his hips away from me. He wasn’t able to completely move away, though, because I still had hold of his arm that was wrapped around my waist. I told him he didn’t have to be sorry at all. After all, getting a man hard was basically the point of me dressing up and going out anyway? Besides, I told him, it was really kind of a compliment. “I mean, if an old mom type like me can still get a young stud like you turned on, surely I can get some desperate, drunk older man hard enough to want to push me against a wall or bend me over the hood of his car, right?” I said. He said he guessed so, but was still standing there with his arm around me and his body held awkwardly away from me.
So that’s when I felt like I really got brave. I curled myself into his arm more so my back was pressed against him and his erection. I looked up at him and said it was fine, really, and that it made me feel good. Then I grabbed his other arm and pulled it around me too, and we just stayed there for a few moments just looking at each other. (OK, so he was definitely glancing down at my cleavage, too. But there was a LOT of it, so I can’t say I blame him. Even I was impressed with that that corset was doing for me while still keeping them covered and contained.) At one of the times that he was actually looking in my eye, I cautiously took his hand and moved it up to cup my boob. It felt like a definite shift from flirting and teasing to initiating deliberate sexual contact. It took a moment for him to respond, probably from the shock of me doing it, but then he gave it a gentle squeeze. I reached up with my other hand and pulled his head down toward me and kissed him. And then I kept kissing him. Soon both his hand were on my tits, squeezing them in my corset and sliding up to stroke the exposed skin.
“Maybe…” I started to say as we finally broke our kiss and he started kissing the side of my neck. “Maybe… I don’t have to go out tonight after all?” His hands and lips stopped, and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I’m pretty sure he was trying to read my face to see how serious I was. I kept looking at him while I took his hand and slid it down my chest and stomach and finally between my legs so he could feel how wet I already knew I was.
As soon as his finger slid into my wet slit, it was like a switch was flipped. He started kissing my lips and neck voraciously as he fondled my tits and rubbed my pussy, while I panted and moaned and felt like I was just trying to keep up. Then he growled in my ear, “So you wanted some guy to just bend you over and take you, huh?” Before I could even finish registering what he was saying, he was walking us over toward my dresser. I almost didn’t feel like I recognized the slut I saw in the mirror, my heavy makeup already starting to smear a little, my tits pushed up practically under my chin and looking like they could fall out at any moment, and my skirt riding so high I could see my pussy peeking out. With one hand between my shoulders and the other pulling my hips backward, he bent me forward over my dresser until all I could see in the mirror was my face, hair, and tits.
I heard his belt clink and the unmistakable sound of a zipper behind me, and I suddenly started to panic. I wasn’t actually going to let him do that, was I? My rational brain was screaming about how wrong this was and how much trouble we’d both be in, but he was rubbing my clit while he was getting his cock out, and my body was aching to feel what it hadn’t for so long.
What I was NOT prepared for, though, was a cock noticeably bigger than my husband’s. The feeling of the head slipping in was similar enough to my husband’s to be a very familiar feeling. But it was when there was a sudden feeling of resistance as the shaft started to spread me more than my husband ever has that I realized I hadn’t considered that possibility at all. “Oh fuck, baby, it’s so big,” I heard myself say, just like all the women in the big dick porn I’ve seen. I always thought it was fake and ridiculous when they said it, but now I have to believe some of the time it’s a completely involuntary statement.
I tried to hold onto my dresser the best I could while he started fucking me with fast, urgent strokes. His hips hit mine so hard with each thrust that it only took ten or so for my tits to pop out of my corset and start swinging and bouncing in time with the fucking he was giving me. The other thing that was a bit shocking for me was how hard his cock was! Even when we’ve managed sex, my husband’s cock hasn’t been hard like that for years! It felt like my body was having to conform to the shape of his cock instead of the other way around. When he grabbed my hair and started driving his cock into me like a jackhammer, it wasn’t long before I started cumming.
He kept fucking me through my orgasm and after, but soon my legs started to give out under me and I was holding onto the dresser just to not fall to the floor. That’s when he grabbed me and hauled me over to the bed. He pushed me backward and forced me to sit on the bed. I instinctively grabbed his cock and lowered my mouth onto it. I could taste myself on him as I sucked and stroked him with one hand while my other hand pulled his shorts down his legs and he removed his shirt.
Then I scrambled back on the bed and spread my legs. “I need more,” I said, and he grinned as he crawled on top of me. He hooked his arms under my knees and lifted them toward my shoulders, and I reached down and guided his cock back into me.
OK, so I can’t tell you what I looked like, because I couldn’t see myself. But here’s what I felt I looked like. I felt like I had that “OMG, what are you doing to me?” open-mouthed, wide eyed look someone women get during sex. You know what I mean? Like they just can’t process what they’re feeling and wouldn’t believe their eyes even if they looked down and saw it? I felt like I made that face for an hour or two while he fucked me deeper and harder than I have in my entire marriage. Did he seriously fuck me for more than an hour? Honestly, I have no clue. It felt like forever. I came at least three more times on his cock. When he finally said, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” I locked my arms and legs around him and pulled myself as tight against him as I could until I felt him pulsing inside me and I knew he was cumming.
When he was done, he kissed me a few times, then lifted himself off me and collapsed on the bed beside me. We both just lay there panting and groaning now and then. I had no idea what to say, and I figure he didn’t either. Finally I said the corset was starting to dig into my ribs, and I should probably take it off. I rolled to face away from him and asked him to untie the laces, and when I felt them start to slip loose, I rolled back onto my back and unfastened the clasps on the front and wiggled it out from under me. Then I rolled over and hooked my leg over his and laid my head on his chest. I asked him if he was OK with what just happened.
He sighed, which made me terribly nervous, but then said Yeah. He said it kind of weird, though. That he’d fantasized about it after he’d see me at family gatherings years ago, but then how it kind of came back recently when he started seeing more of my tits like he kept wanting to when he was younger. But he said he was having a hard time believing it had actually happened.
I told him I felt the same thing. I confessed that I had been intentionally giving him more opportunities to look because I’d been thinking about him that way too. I told him that I had only intended to tease him a little more with my corset cleavage, but in no way thought we’d end up in bed together and was totally unprepared for it. Then I traced my finger up the length of his cock and said I wasn’t prepare for that either. He said he was glad I liked it. I wrapped my fingers around it just to feel its heat for a moment. But I forgot about the recovery time of young men, and was surprised when it started to swell and stiffen in my hand again. I stroked it a few times until it was totally hard again, then moved my head down and took him in my mouth again. I sucked his cock again for a bit, trying to take as much of it as I could, which was probably not even 2/3 of it. (Someone needs to work on their deepthroat skills again!)
When my jaw started getting sore, I got up and straddled his waist, then pushed myself back onto his cock until he was deep inside me again. Then I started grinding my hips on his. He reached up and started playing with my tits, pinching and tugging on my nipples and squeezing my breasts with his big hands.
After a while I felt like I was close to another orgasm, but wasn’t managing to tip myself over the edge even with rubbing my clit. “Goddammit, I’m close,” I groaned to him in frustration. That was when I felt his hand sliding up from between my tits. His fingers brushed the side of my neck, and I felt my chin lift automatically. But my eyes opened in surprise to look down at him when his thumb wrapped over to the other side of my throat.
“Everything’s sexier when you can’t breathe, right?” he said. Holy shit, did he have the same thought I did when I’d said that earlier?! I nodded slightly, silently, but couldn’t stop my gasp as his hand started squeezing. He wasn’t great at it, probably didn’t even know what he was really doing, but between him squeezing, me dropping my weight into it, and my fingers working my clit while a fresh gush of my juices coated his cock and balls… it didn’t take long before I was shuddering and groaning my way through another orgasm.
“Fuck, don’t stop!” he shouted as he grabbed my hips and forced them to keep sliding back and forth on his. In less than a dozen strokes he suddenly forced them to be still, holding me in place as his body tensed, and then I felt him cumming for a second time. This time I just stayed on top of him, holding him inside me as we both caught our breath. We stayed like that until his cock got too soft to stay in and we both gasped as it slipped out of me.
That was when I happened to look over and see that my daughter’s movie should have been just about done, and I told my nephew that he should probably hurry and go so we didn’t have to explain why his car was there when my daughter got home. He dressed and left quickly, and then I went back to bed to play with my sore but very pleased pussy.
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