The Spanish Affair

Author note: This is my entry for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025.

"It's going to be hard to say goodbye to those tits of hers... they're the only reason I married her."

When I overheard my husband Mike say those words, I knew in my heart it was over. I'd known in my head for months: the secretive activities, the way he couldn't look me in the eye, the sudden overnight business trips. But when he said that on the phone to his best mate, thinking I was still out getting my hair done, the hammer finally fell.

I was getting a divorce.

The initial week or two was the usual emotional rollercoaster of tears, angry recriminations, baseless accusations and slammed doors. He went to stay with his brother. I wrote 'rat bastard' on all his clothes and bent all his golf clubs. He sent my boss a load of harassing messages and called me a 'fat cow'. All in all, you could say it was acrimonious. The only good thing about it was that we didn't have kids.

And when the dust settled? It all just felt like a waste of time. I was forty, divorced, bitter and unlovable. A few of my more desperate male acquaintances had made clumsy attempts to 'get in the queue' for rebound sex but I wasn't interested. It had been a mass of anger and upset, but now my life was just sad and boring. Another middle-aged woman doomed to scour dating apps for the mythical bloke who was single in his forties but wasn't a bag of shit or an overgrown teenager. It felt inevitable that I would get a cat and begin knitting everyone's Christmas presents.

And then Monday, the first of October happened.

It was frosty and cold and getting out of bed seemed more painful than usual. It was my time of the month and I felt lethargic and sore as I got up. I made coffee and went upstairs to turn on the shower and let it heat up. Then I took off my pyjamas and stood in front of the bathroom mirror: naked, tired, cold.

And for whatever reason, at that moment, the scales fell from my eyes.

I was a fat cow.

My blonde hair, mixed with scraggly greys I couldn't be bothered to touch up, was ratty and unkempt. I never put on makeup any more and my face was grey and drawn with permanent bags under my eyes. My tits still looked great, obviously, my big pink nipples erect in the cold air, but they'd got bigger as I'd gained weight from a diet of mainly wine and chocolate. The rest of me was doughy and shapeless and unappealing. I couldn't even face looking at my fat arse. A little bit of work on myself and maybe I could look pretty good, but what was the point? Things were never going to get any better. Forty years old, all I had left was a lifetime of work to pay the mortgage on a house I didn't even want, and a neverending stretch of lonely nights with my sex toys. I couldn't face it.

I switched the shower back off again. My first call was to work and I quit. I was supposed to work a month's notice but I just said I wasn't going to and my manager never complained. I'd hardly been a model employee over the past few months as it was.

The second call was to an estate agent. They'd come that afternoon to value the house.

The third call was to the run-down looking travel agents in town. Mike had always insisted on booking everything himself to save money, but I was well beyond caring about what Mike did. I got their number off a flyer that had been put through the door and I'd been too lazy to throw away.

"Hello, this is TravelBucket, how can I help you this morning?"

"Hi, I was wondering whether you have any flights to Australia?"

"I can certainly have a look. Is this one-way or return?"

"One-way."

"And what dates are you looking for?"

"How soon can you do?"

There was a momentary pause at the other end of the line and I heard keys clicking.

"You could go tomorrow? There's availability on a nine-twenty p. m. departure to Sydney."

"Perfect."

One week later, not accounting for the time difference, I was lying face down on the beach, soaking up the Australian sunshine. Through a combination of strict diet and exercise, I'd already managed to shed some of my excess pounds and my flabby bum was looking noticeably more toned. Enough so that I'd felt confident enough to wear a bikini for the first time, and it felt divine to have the sun on my bare back. I'd undone the strap of my bikini top while I was lying on my front so I wouldn't get an obvious tan line, and it felt so nice that I was dozing.

If overhearing Mike on the phone had meant the beginning of the end of one chapter of my life, then overhearing a guy on the beach in Australia was the beginning of the next.

"That's a good-looking sheila."

He was walking with one of his mates up the beach, carrying a surfboard. The two of them could have been in an Australian Tourist Board advertisement, if the target audience was horny women. Both blond, both tan, both shirtless and damp from the sea. Early twenties and in great shape.

Something about being called a 'sheila' by an actual Australian tickled me and I smiled involuntarily. I was the only person around that he could possibly have been referring to, and as I looked at the pair of them through my sunglasses, I noticed their eyes lingering on my legs.

The Steph of seven days ago would have just stayed lying there and done nothing. But the Steph of seven days ago wouldn't have flown to Australia.

"You boys having a good day?" I asked, lifting my head up slightly, getting their attention.

They stopped in their tracks, smiling.

"It just got a bit better," one of them said.

A few hours later we were all hanging out in my hotel room.

"Oh God, oh, yes, fuck me," I moaned as Will, the one who'd called me good-looking, smacked my arse and drove his cock deeper into me from behind. The other guy, Sam, slid his fingers through my hair and guided my mouth back onto his cock. It wasn't huge or anything, but it was certainly bigger than my ex's, and I had to concentrate to make sure I could fit it into my mouth. However, concentrating was difficult as Will fucked my pussy like it hadn't been fucked in years. Decades, maybe.

"Fuck yeah," Sam groaned as I sucked hard on the tip of his cock before using my tongue to rub the underside, his hand gentle but firm on my head, keeping me in place. I moaned again, the noise muffled by his dick. I felt Will's hands grip my hips again, driving himself deeper into me, and it was hard to do more than just keep sucking Sam. Luckily, he realised, and began fucking my mouth gently, slowly falling into a rhythm which matched how Will was fucking me at the other end.

This felt absolutely amazing. Mind-blowing, even. Until this moment in my life I'd never been able to cum while I was being fucked; it had to wait until I could use my fingers or vibrator in just the right spot. But now I had lost track of how many times an orgasm had rippled through me as the two of them effortlessly took care of me. It was in a completely different world to all the sex I'd had before.

Releasing Sam's cock from my mouth, I looked up at him. Even just having sex in broad daylight was unusual for me, and I fixed my eyes on his.

"Cum in my mouth," I demanded, maintaining eye contact as I let him slide slowly back inside.

Sam grunted and pushed his cock deep into my mouth, making me momentarily choke as I had to suck air through my nose. A second later I felt his cock pulse and my mouth and throat filled with the strong taste of his cum. I stayed still, my eyes watering as he shot again and again into me, my body rocking with Will's hard fucking, before finally Sam let out a sigh and pulled back, letting me gasp big breaths of air.

"Fuck, man," he said, sounding satisfied.

I couldn't turn around enough to look at Will but I did enough to get his attention. "Fucking cover me with cum," I demanded of him, loving the feeling of being in charge of their next moves.

"Nearly there," Will said in reply, and then I was suddenly completely empty of cock. I moaned in frustration, wanting him to keep fucking me, wiggling my arse at him to make this obvious. But I heard the sound of him pulling off the condom, and a few seconds later his load of cum began spraying all over my arse and my back.

That's how they left me; lying on the bed, panting but happy. They left their numbers in case I wanted a second round. I thought I would feel guilty or used or something afterwards. After all, I'd just fucked two guys I'd met hours before. But I didn't. As the rest of the day wore on, and I showered and went out for a run, I just felt better and better. More liberated. More slutty, but in a good way.

Sex didn't have to be this huge thing to get hung up over. And it didn't have to be something I did to myself only. I'd drawn back the curtain and discovered that I, Steph, forty year old divorcée, had only just begun to discover what the rest of life had in store.

I spent six months living off the money from selling the house. I didn't stress about work; I didn't eat shitty food: I didn't lie on the sofa scrolling social media. I got my fitness and my figure back and I felt fantastic. England was a cold, grey, dreary world away and I spent the whole summer on the other side of the world. My sisters, Anna and Tanya, occasionally got in touch to make sure I wasn't dead or about to marry a Brazilian oil magnate or something, but otherwise I just enjoyed the freedom of being by myself. It wasn't as grand as a 'journey of self-discovery', but I did find some things out about myself. Two things, mainly.

One: I loved fucking younger guys. They were so much more enthusiastic, so much more energetic, and completely happy with no strings attached. I fucked them in Australia, New Zealand, Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea, America... There seemed to be a limitless supply of college kids who wanted to fuck an older woman. Especially as the bikinis I wore to the beach got skimpier and skimpier.

Two: I loved being in charge. Occasionally I enjoyed being used like a slut, who doesn't? But there was something intoxicating about making these boys do exactly what I told them. Hours of sitting on their faces. Using their rock-hard dicks for my own satisfaction before I even thought about theirs. Seeing the pain on their faces when I teased them to within an inch of release... Completely addictive.

There had been other new experiences too, of course. I'd seduced a handsome Thai boy in a bar before he introduced the woman serving us drinks as his girlfriend: kissing her and rubbing our tits together had given him a thrill but didn't really do anything for me. And I'd met an improbably handsome Brazilian who spoke perfect English and he'd driven me home on the back of his motorbike, but the bumpy ride seemed to bring on my period. Undeterred, I let him take my anal virginity in the shower, drenched in body oil.

By the time I finally got an email from my sister Anna, saying that it had been more than long enough since she'd seen me, I was firmly convinced of what I liked and I was going to get it as often as I could.

It was hot in Spain when the plane touched down and the walk across the airport asphalt was like standing in front of a furnace. I'd just finished two weeks in Florida, picking up young men from their college spring break parties and showing them that their tight-bodied honeys had nothing compared to me. Despite the air-conditioning in the taxi, the sun coming through the windows was scorching and my shirt was clinging damply to my body by the time we pulled up outside the house.

This was the stage for my (hopefully) triumphant return to family life: my sister Anna was celebrating her forty-fifth by inviting everyone to a week in the sunshine in a huge rented house. They were all due to arrive the next day, but my connection from the US had only worked today and so here I was, with the entire place to myself for twenty-four glorious hours. Despite all the fucking I'd had, I was still horny as hell and had plans to look up local bars on my phone and see if I couldn't find a nice-looking bartender to bring home.

But when I strolled up to the front door, wondering what the instructions were for unlocking it, I found that it was already open.

"Oh," a voice said, clearly surprised when I pushed it wide open, letting the sun stream in, so I could pull my bag in behind me.

"Liam?" I asked, squinting through the dull interior at the figure who'd just emerged from the kitchen holding a bottle.

"Auntie Steph?"

"Oh my God, you look so different," I said, unable to stop myself. Liam was my nephew, Anna's son, and when I'd last seen him nearly a year ago, he'd been hunched over a laptop, revising university physics through a curtain of long, limp hair. He'd always been a metalhead and was usually draped in a tour t-shirt two sizes too large for him, but now the faded shirt which announced 'ANIMATED CADAVERS EUROPEAN MEGATOUR' above a drawing of something suitably disturbing was stretched around actual muscles. He'd cut his hair and seemed to be standing up straighter, somehow, and as I drank him in, it struck me that if he wasn't my sister's son, he'd be exactly the type I was looking for.

"So do you," he countered quickly, putting his beer down on the side and stepping over for a hug. I hadn't hugged him since he was a kid; teenage social awkwardness had taken over. Now he smelt strongly of antiperspirant and sweat as I felt him squeeze me against his chest.

"Well, six months of wall-to-wall sun will do that to you," I pointed out, examining my tanned forearms. "What about you? Been hitting the gym?"

He shrugged. "Uni beer and pizza isn't a good diet if you don't burn the calories off somehow."

"You look fab, Liam," I said, smiling before reaching up to muss his hair. "But what are you doing here? Anna said it would just be me until tomorrow."

Liam reached back for his beer. "I've just finished a week in Germany at a metal festival. It didn't seem worth flying home for one single day, so I came straight here. It only got decided a few days ago."

"That makes sense. I was looking forward to having the place to myself, though," I teased.

"I'll keep out of your way," he said, too quickly.

"I'm only kidding. Listen, I'm absolutely wringing from all the travel; any chance you know where my room is so I can shower?"

"Um, I'm not exactly sure what Mum has planned. She's got an entire spreadsheet of all the arrangements..."

"... which you haven't read properly?" I finished for him.

He laughed. "Exactly. You can use the shower in my room for now and I'll text mum to ask about the room."

The only thing in Liam's bedroom was his rucksack, which hadn't even been opened and was dumped on the bed, and it didn't look like he'd used the shower yet. I stole the fluffiest-looking towel and luxuriated for twenty minutes, then extracted a bikini from my bag so I could go straight out to cool off in the pool.

Liam had beaten me to it. He was splashing around as I kicked off my flip-flops and sat down on a lounger in the shade, putting one of his beers that I'd swiped on the floor beside it. When he came up for air, I watched from behind sunglasses as he checked out my tits. I mean he was what, twenty? It was probably biologically wired at that age that men saw a bikini and then looked at the tits in it, regardless of who it was. In any case, it was flattering, so I just smiled to myself and arranged myself on the lounger.

"Mind if I borrow?" I asked, indicating the drink.

"Not at all," he said, wiping water off his face with his hand. "Have as many as you want."

He seemed more interested in swimming lengths than anything else, so I relaxed and scrolled on my phone, stealing the odd glance at his muscular back when he emerged from the water. Fuck, it was not ideal that I was so horny and needed to spend a week with family. Liam's presence had put paid to any chance of me dragging a sexy boy back from a bar, so I'd have to settle for second best.

Manoeuvring my shoulders into position, I carefully snapped a photo which was two-thirds tits, one-third blue skies. Posting it to social media was easy enough, but I needed a caption which was alluring but not slutty. Then I'd have a handful of dirty DMs to get myself off to in no time.

Hello Spain! Already getting me hot x ????

It would do.

As I waited for the messages to roll in from my previous conquests, I had a long drink of beer. Liam finished swimming for a minute and sat up on the edge, catching his breath, the sunlight reflecting off the water droplets on his chest. The cold drink was only doing so much to cool me off. If only I could dig my fingernails into that taut skin and just...

I made myself stop. I couldn't allow my horny brain to take over or this week would be torture. Checking my phone, I'd had a few reactions but no messages yet. Why weren't there a harem of hot guys just sitting around waiting for me? Well, there was one, sitting right over there in wet swimming shorts that clung just right-

To keep my mind off him, I rolled onto my front and lay down flat. Now I couldn't see him. And in any case, a minute later I heard him slide back into the water and resume swimming. Checked my phone. No messages yet. Think unsexy thoughts. This breeze is nice. Just the right amount of cold. Don't think about how good the air feels on my bum. Did Liam look at it when I rolled over? This was far from my most revealing bikini but there was still plenty to look at. On the other hand, I was his aunt. He probably wasn't consumed by thoughts of sex every waking moment.

Who am I kidding? He's twenty. Of course he's consumed by thoughts of sex every waking moment.

Purely as an experiment, and for no other reason, I adjusted my position so I could just see him swimming. And that's what he was doing. Swimming up, turning, swimming down. Paying me no attention whatsoever. I checked my phone compulsively. No messages. Was there something about the air in Europe that suddenly made me unattractive?

Now I resolved to stop thinking about sex altogether. A week's ban. Not one sneaky dirty thought. Focus on a week of relaxation and catching up. Lying here, I realised that if I wasn't careful, I was going to get a tan line from my bikini. I wasn't so bothered about my bottom half, but I had a couple of backless dresses and didn't fancy an obvious line right across my back. I reached behind and undid the strap. Perfect.

Panting from exertion, Liam heaved himself up onto the side of the pool again. I had to look at him: I needed to check he was okay. What if he was choking on pool water and I ignored him? He seemed fine. No imminent danger of needing emergency resuscitation, straddling him as I pressed my hands into his chest...

He looked over at me and when he noticed I'd undone my bikini, his eyes went slightly wide. Bingo. I definitely still had it. Liam didn't look away from me as he caught his breath. If only he was literally any other guy his age, I'd be jumping him right now. But I needed to control myself and, oh fuck, he's coming over.

Apparently finished swimming now, Liam picked up his towel from a different lounger and began drying his face and hair. In between, he sneaked as many glances at me as I sneaked at him. Those shorts looked good on him. Really good. Especially wet. I was disappointed when he wrapped his towel around his waist and sat down.

"Any chance you could pass me my drink?" I asked, waving my hand to show that I'd left it slightly out of reach. What a happy coincidence.

"Sure." He got up again and walked over, leaving wet footprints on the tiles. I looked up at his face, his dark hair glistening, the lightest brush of stubble darkening his jaw, and smiled gratefully.

"Here." He gave me the bottle.

"Thanks." I took it from him. As I took a drink, he looked at my arse. It wasn't subtle at all; not a stolen glance but a grand heist which left the place bare. Well, he probably wished my arse was bare. Maybe I wished it was. I bet his arse looked fucking amazing bare. Slipping his shorts down, bending forwards, his heavy cock and balls visible from behind...

It was official. I was horny for my nephew. Fuck. Trying for one final time to distract myself, I picked up my phone.

No new messages.

Well, it was fate, then. The sex gods had spoken. Who was I, mere mortal, to oppose their will?

I rolled onto my back and sat up, feigning ignorance as I left my bikini top lying on the lounger.

Liam's face turned red as he saw my tits. He got a good look before he could drag his gaze away.

"Oh, sorry. You don't mind, do you?" I asked sweetly.

"Uh. It's okay," he choked out.

"I just hate tan lines."

"Yeah."

Liam looked at my tits again as I lay back, cupping them gently in my hands to get comfortable. Then I looked down and noticed something very welcome happening to the front of his towel region. A moment later, Liam noticed too and hurriedly got up so he could face away from me.

"Need a shower," he said.

"Okay. See you in a bit."

He dashed off towards the house. I still had most of the money from selling the house in my bank account, and I'd have bet every penny of it that he wanked himself off in that shower.

When it began to cool off in the evening I changed into a t-shirt and denim shorts and hung out with Liam in front of the TV. He'd found a nature documentary in Spanish and made an attempt to find English subtitles, but had only succeeded in getting them in Spanish, so we found out all about the feeding habits of las jirafas.

I'd managed to cool down my libido since earlier by having a long and very dirty text conversation with an English guy I'd met in Thailand, followed by a sneaky wank of my own on the lounger when I was fairly sure Liam wasn't coming back. So now the atmosphere was less sexually charged and more relaxed, which was nice. I genuinely did want to catch up, and that was easier when I wasn't panting after his abs the entire time.

"So, have you got a girlfriend? Or anyone you're interested in?" I asked, feeling slightly light-headed from my third drink of the day. I'd found a bottle of orujo in the cupboard, thankfully, while Liam had been sticking to the beer.

"Girlfriend," Liam replied, his eyes on the TV.

"What's she called?"

"Erin."

"Oh, cute name."

"Hm." I could tell he was embarrassed. Which only made it more delightful to keep going.

"What's she like?"

This time he paused to watch a jirafa stripping bark off a tree. "She's nice."

"Did you invite her to come this week?"

He let out a slight laugh at this. "It's a bit too soon for her to meet the family," he said.

"Ah, you're still in the early stages."

"Yeah."

"Is she at uni with you?"

"Yeah."

"I bet that's fun."

This finally got his attention away from the savannah. He looked at me to judge how I'd meant the comment and I met his gaze with a knowing smile.

"It can be," he said carefully.

"Oh come on; I'm your aunt, not your mum. I think I can wrap my head around the concept of you and your girlfriend bouncing around in bed together."

This made him laugh properly. "Alright. She's good in that department."

"But not good enough for you to want her here all week?"

"You know what my mum's like. If I said I wanted to invite Erin she'd be writing the wedding invitations."

"That does sound like my sister. Both her and your Auntie Lisa have always been like that: always wanted to settle down."

"Exactly. But I don't think girls my age want to do that, at least, not yet."

I nodded. "After my whole... situation with your ex-uncle Mike, I definitely think it's important to wait until you meet the right person. It might take some time, but that's okay. New experiences with other people are still important."

He caught my eye and I smiled. I knew what I meant, but I wasn't sure if he did. I'd found that flirting with younger guys involved a lot more of the direct approach.

"Yeah," he said, his attention drifting back to the TV.

"I'm going to go and unpack, I think," I told him, getting up. "I've got lots of dirty things in my bag."

His expression didn't flicker for a moment as the giraffe ran in an ungainly way across the screen. "Okay. See you later."

I was having to work hard here. But I liked the challenge. It made the reward so much sweeter. But the long-distance travel and hot weather had tired me out and I needed some sleep. I wasn't as young as I once was, after all.

There was one major roadblock on my completely ill-advised plan with Liam: the imminent arrival of the entire extended family the next day.

Even though the house was spacious, it was still going to be a bit of a squeeze and every bathroom in the place would be shared between three or more people. It meant that my window for enjoyment of Liam was rapidly diminishing.

It promised to be hot again and I took a morning swim, washing off the cobwebs of travel. Then, thoroughly exercised, I set off the coffee maker and my eyes alighted on the orujo bottle from last night. Well, it wouldn't do me any harm. I probably needed the fortification for the deluge of relatives later.

I was by the pool in the sunshine, still musing on the topic of what you would call an Americano-orujo cocktail, when Liam appeared in swimming shorts. He was carrying a glass of water like his life depended on it, and I watched him peer at the pool, grimace, and retreat to the lounger next to mine.

"Not feeling up to a swim?" I asked with a smile.

He grunted. "All these late nights are catching up with me."

"You're still young: you should be able to shake it off!" I replied cheerfully.

"If only," he said wanly, but my enthusiasm seemed to rub off on him and as he lay back and got comfortable, he was smiling again.

My coffee cocktail, or whatever it was called, was reaching a drinkable temperature and I took a few big mouthfuls. "It's really getting warm this morning," I commented, peering up at the sun.

"Too hot," Liam agreed.

"I'm surprised you're not in the pool, Liam," I said, fishing for a look at him all wet again.

He didn't look away from his phone. "I'm surprised you've still got your top on, Auntie Steph."

My mouth dropped open and I watched a smirk sweep over his face. He'd come to play and I was up for it.

"And it's staying on while you just laze around here," I replied, making my point by adjusting the bikini so it covered an extra inch of cleavage.

The potential promise of tits to look at energised him faster than any hangover cure the world has yet discovered. He was up and stretching with his toes curled over the edge of the pool in a flash. I waited until he was safely underwater before rolling onto my front. Facing the pool so I could keep an eye on him, I unclasped my top.

When Liam surfaced, he affected not to care what I was doing, but I noticed more than a few quick looks in my direction as he turned around and got ready to swim another length. He was clearly showing off, staying underwater nearly the entire time and moving fast, but I was much more impressed by the muscle tone on display when he stopped to breathe.

"You're a good swimmer," I said lazily as he looked obviously at my bikini top on the floor.

Liam smiled in response to the compliment, pausing up against the edge of the pool and shaking droplets out of his hair. "Would you mind passing me my drink?" he asked, making it sound casual when it clearly wasn't.

I stared at him for a second and he stared back, managing to keep a calm expression. Well, if he wanted to play with fire, so be it.

Climbing up off the lounger, I stepped carefully over to his glass. The tiles were already getting hot from the sun against my bare feet. Picking it up, I walked over to where he was waiting, and bent down to give it to him. Emphasis on the bending.

My nephew had to drag his gaze forcibly away from my hanging tits. "Thanks," he croaked, tripping over the word slightly.

"Sounds like you need that water," I said simply, making my way back to the lounger. When I sat down this time, I made no effort to cover my bare tits up. This was too much fun.

Reluctantly, Liam went back to swimming, but spent much more time on the surface or pausing to rest. I couldn't blame him: he had an unrestricted view of my big tits. It was surprising that he was even managing to make himself keep moving.

There was, in fact, only one thing that would improve the situation for me. Whenever Liam pulled himself up out of the water, dripping deliciously, it would be so much more delicious if there wasn't the thin fabric of his shorts to hide anything.

"Isn't today National Nude Day or something?" I wondered aloud, all pretence of innocence gone.

Liam laughed. "Is that a thing?"

"Oh, yeah. It's real. And I'm pretty sure it's today."

"That's an interesting coincidence."

I shrugged. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to swim naked. I heard it feels quite freeing."

"In that case, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to sunbathe naked. I heard it feels nice, or something."

Our eyes met for a second as the suggestion hung in the air. Maybe there was a chance to turn back from this path, but who was I kidding: I didn't want to turn back. What did it matter who he was? He was hot and I wanted him.

I made the first move, easing my bikini bottoms down over my hips. He pushed his shorts down in response, and by the time I'd kicked the bottoms off and dropped them down next to my discarded top, he was naked too. But before I could look, he slid down into the pool and disappeared underwater.

"Not fair," I pointed out when he resurfaced, sitting with my hands covering my pussy.

"You said I should try swimming," he retorted, grinning, and when he kicked off from the side I did get a brief view of his arse, about three tones less tanned than the rest of his body.

In fact, he was careful not to allow me to see anything more interesting than that. After a while I gave up covering myself, figuring he couldn't see much if I sat with my legs together anyway, and I just enjoyed the view.

"What about some backstroke?" I suggested and he shook his head, smiling. "You're not hiding something from me, are you?"

"Not hiding anything. Just swimming. Anyway, you're old enough to know better than this."

I pretended to be shocked. "I'm not old!"

"I didn't say you were old, I just-" he began, backtracking, but I was already up on my feet. I dashed over to the edge of the pool, one arm wrapped around my chest to keep my tits from bouncing, and then used one foot to kick water at him.

He was completely unprepared for this and as he gawped at my naked body the first splash of water hit him right in the face. He regained his senses enough to duck under the second attack and dived underwater.

Every time he came up for air, I was ready.

"Get out," I demanded each time, before launching another wave of water at him.

"Get out!"

"Get out."

"Get out of the pool!"

"Okay, okay," he relented, now breathless, holding up his arm to shield his face. I waited, poised to see if he would betray my trust, but he reached the edge and heaved himself out.

His dick was hard. And thick. And shaved smooth and bare. I'd never been with a guy who shaved down there and I had to admit, it did make his cock look really attractive. In an instant I could feel my mouth getting dry and an unmistakable ache developing between my thighs. His erection was obviously because of me and just that thought was thrilling. I wanted more, right now, but he grabbed his towel and had covered himself up before I could manage a word.

"Hey!" I complained.

"You have to let me get dry at least."

"Hmm. Alright."

But that wasn't the only technicality he employed. Once he was dry, he settled down on a lounger. Lying on his front. His arse looked great, of course, but now I'd got a look at what else he had going on, I couldn't settle for anything less.

Deciding to try using honey to catch flies, I perched myself on the corner of his lounger, by his head. So that my arse was only a few inches from him. His eyes widened but I pretended not to notice.

"So, it's really important to cool down after exercise," I said, not-so-coincidentally pushing my tits together. "Have you ever had an athletic massage?"

Liam sounded sceptical. "You know how to do athletic massages?

"I just spent like, four weeks in Thailand. I know how to do all kinds of massages."

I left him with that suggestion to chew over and let my hands slip onto his shoulders. Fuck, his skin was so firm and smooth. Hardly a blemish anywhere. I just wanted to sink my teeth into him, but I had to be content with just sinking my thumbs into his muscles.

"Mm, that's good," he muttered, shifting slightly so he could lie more flat.

I kept going, all around his shoulders and neck, onto his upper arms, then down his back. I didn't miss a single chance to touch him, giving every square inch my attention. Soon he was practically melting beneath me, his head lying down, eyes closed. I covered the small of his back and his waist, then tracked down, getting my first touch of his firm arse, biting my tongue gently to temper the pleasure.

His thighs needed the most work, and when I was done he was breathing evenly and steadily, totally relaxed. But that wasn't what I wanted. So I took my hands off him and leant down, down, down, until my tits pressed into his back and my mouth was an inch from his ear.

"Turn over."

If this was a slow seduction I would have continued the massage, using my fingers and hands on every part of him except his cock. That would bring him right up to the point of ecstasy, driven mad by the teasing, so that I would only have needed to make the lightest touches on his shaft to send him over the edge.

But I wasn't looking for that. The moment he was on his back, his cock lying hard against his stomach, I wrapped my hand around it. He groaned happily and now I finally had him, I could feel my arousal building fast. I stroked once, slowly, from top to base and back again, his body tensing at my touch. Liam's gaze was on my tits again and I leant across him until they were almost touching his chest. When he tore himself away from that sight, and the parallel sight of my hand beginning to work up and down his cock, he looked at me and I smiled.

"No hair down there? I like it," I whispered.

Liam gasped when I squeezed his cock. "Uh... Erin likes it. When she..."

Clearly his brain cells were focused on something other than speech.

"When she sucks your cock?" I provided, tilting my head slightly.

"Fuck... yeah."

"Oh, that's interesting. She sounds like a lot. Of. Fun."

I punctuated the sentence with faster strokes of his shaft. He was pulsingly hard and I could see the tortured look on his face that I was so familiar with over the past few months. I wouldn't need much longer. He was in my power and I loved the high.

"Fuck," he moaned, a sexy, desperate moan that turned me on. I kept moving my hand in the same rhythm, the movement making my tits jiggle gently, something Liam hadn't failed to notice. Not slowing down, I kept looking at him, waiting for the moment of no return to come, the moment that I'd get the satisfaction of emptying a young guy's overactive balls with nothing but the sight of my naked body and the touch of my hand.

The quiet of our heavy breathing was shattered by the noise of a car turning into the drive and pulling up to the house. Liam's eyes flashed with panic and I felt a jolt of adrenaline: this would be Anna and the others arriving from the airport. We probably had no more than five minutes before they came looking for us.

But I mastered myself. I didn't relent and after a moment of fear, Liam didn't pull away. I sat there and kept the handjob going, my hand now a blur up and down his shaft as I shifted into the highest gear. Not showing a flicker of panic, I just said: "I can do all kinds of things your girlfriend won't..."

That was all it needed; he grunted and screwed up his face, and I practically purred with delight as his cock twitched and pulsed through his orgasm. When I looked down, his taut abdomen was painted with wet cum and his cock dripped a final drop onto my fingers as I slowed to a halt.

The sound of a car boot closing brought me back to reality. Whatever the haze of sex hormones was making me do, actually being caught completely naked with my hand wrapped around my nephew's cock would not go well. I wiped my hand mercilessly on a dry part of his chest and sprang up off the lounger. While he grabbed his towel and did his best with the mess, I dressed and dashed off to meet my sister. And put some distance between me and her son. Who I'd just wanked off.

I began to realise that I might have just made the next week a lot more complicated.

Out of Anna, Lisa and I, Lisa was the only one that derived any joy from cooking. Combine that with years of experience and no shortage of talent and we had some really good home-cooked food laid out in front of us that evening. Lisa sat at one end of the table, hiding her smile of satisfaction behind a colossal glass of wine, and the rest of the family spread out from there. At first it was chaos, with people coming and going from the fridge or the bathroom and quarrels breaking out about elbow room and exact paella entitlements. But once the eating commenced, you could have heard a pin drop and everyone was behaving.

Well, everyone except two.

By happy coincidence, Liam was sitting directly opposite me. And from practically the first moment we'd both sat down, my bare foot had been in his lap, rubbing the hard bulge in his shorts with my toes while we both pretended to be completely absorbed in eating. There had been a heart-stopping moment when Anna's fork had slipped off the table she dived to retrieve it, but fortunately she caught it in mid-air and her eyes never went beneath the tabletop.

Liam's face got tenser and tenser as everyone ate, and I began to seriously entertain the possibility of making him cum in his underwear in front of everyone. Was it too cruel? He could probably hide it well enough. And he wasn't making the least effort to stop my foot's movements. He was a grown-up, I told myself. He can make his own mistakes, even if I cause them.

With a bit of wiggling, I found a good place where I could rub the ball of my foot up and down against him with minimal trouble. So I went faster, munching my way through dinner and responding to the occasional question about my leave of absence. Liam was practically bursting at the seams. So, naturally, I went even faster.

"Need another drink," he said, pushing his chair back until my foot fell disappointingly back to the floor. He held his empty class in front of his crotch to try (and fail) to hide the outline of his dick, but nobody was looking anyway. Except me.

"I'll get one too," I said, smiling sweetly at him as I drew my chair back as well.

The kitchen was downstairs; a sea of dirty pots and pans with a single clear path to the fridge. Liam was going in that direction before I arrested him and pushed him into a corner. My hand was in his underwear in a moment and I wrapped my fingers around his hardness almost with relief.

"Fuck, Auntie Steph," he said urgently, his eyes flicking over to the doorway.

"We'll hear if someone comes," I told him confidently. "But you need to finish quickly."

"Seriously?"

I pushed his trousers down and freed his cock. Fuck, it felt so nice slipping my hands all over it with no hair in the way. Nice smooth balls all full of cum just aching to be released.

"I'm serious," I told him, but I was aware of the need for speed, so to help things along I used my other hand to take his wrist and guide his hand onto my boobs. He groaned and squeezed gently, so I squeezed his cock too.

"You like big tits?" I asked in a whisper, stepping an inch or two closer so I could say it right into his ear. He nodded but I wasn't going to allow that.

"No, say it out loud. You like looking at big, sexy tits?"

"Yes," he breathed, and I increased the speed of my hand a notch.

"Does Erin have big boobs?"

"Fuck... yeah."

I giggled slightly then gasped as he rubbed his thumb over my nipple, which felt good even through layers of clothing. Maybe he did know what he was doing. But I needed to stay in control.

"Sounds like you have a type," I concluded. "You like fucking girls with big tits. Or, in my case, thinking about fucking me while I wank you off."

"Auntie Steph, fuck... I mean-"

I cut him off. His responses weren't important except to show he was listening. "Which other women with big tits have you thought about fucking?" I asked, scrambling for something to say. And now he'd have to give me an embarrassing answer of some porn star, or maybe he had a busty ex.

To my devious excitement, his cock suddenly flexed powerfully and a flush came to his face.

"Uh..."

So there was a dirty answer that he didn't want to give me but which really turned him on. I just needed to find it. Was it a teacher? A university professor? A film star seemed too prosaic. It had to be someone forbidden. It had to be...

"Anna?"

He didn't even have to say it. His cock betrayed him instantly, surging in my hand until it was as hard as any cock I'd ever felt.

"You naughty boy," I giggled, brushing my lips against his ear, my hand flying up and down his cock again. "You want to fuck your mum."

"I... it's... oh fuck..."

He was helpless again. Just a slave to my whims. And now I knew his dirty little secret. I held all the cards.

"It's okay," I reassured him in a teasing voice. "I think it's kinda hot. And if you're a good boy this week..."

I let my voice trail off, still stroking his cock as hard and fast as I could. His hand on my tits was still, his entire attention held elsewhere.

"... maybe I'll see what I can do to make your fantasy come true."

The first shot of his cum almost came without warning. It flew out of his cock and splashed onto his trousers before I really knew what was happening. In response, I let go of his cock and just watched, enraptured as his cock moved all on its own and shot one, two, three, four, five big ropes of cum onto the kitchen floor tiles.

"Fuck,' I said happily, admiring my work as Liam deflated next to me.

"Not sure what's taking them so long," Anna said, the volume of her voice rising as she approached the stairs. Liam yanked his trousers back up and I went over to the side, frantically grabbing some kitchen towel.

"Hi Steph, what's...?" Anna asked, confused to see Liam standing in a corner of the room while I knelt down in front of him, scrubbing the floor.

"Spilt my drink; we've been clearing up," I explained in an apologetic tone, hoping she wouldn't look too closely and see that it obviously wasn't wine I was mopping up.

Anna accepted it without question. "Oh, okay. We were wondering what was going on down here."

"Liam's been great; I got it all down his front but he's been helping me," I went on, aware of the obvious wet patch on his trousers.

"Well done, Liam," Anna said, smiling at him. "Anyway, I've just come to get another bottle of white."

"There's one in the fridge," I told her as I finished soaking up her son's cum. I stood up again, and as my sister began examining the interior of the fridge, I leant close to Liam's ear again. His gaze was resting on his mum's arse as she bent down to grab the chilled bottle.

"I've got a lot still in store for you..." I said, before licking his ear.

His moan was almost audible as I left the room. Almost. But not quite.

THE END