Amanda and Petteri

All characters are over 18 years old. This story is pure fiction. I have published this earlier in Finnish elsewhere.

The Saga continues.

Background: for the information of international readers, it is possible to take this kind of 22-hour cruises from the Finnish capital Helsinki on the Gulf of Finland, which is part of the Baltic Sea, and during which you can visit Tallinn, Estonia.

I'm a bit nervous about leaving my son, Toni, alone with my older sister, Anne, while I head off on a cruise with my nephew, Petteri. But this is my sister's decree. Lady Greta wants some peace and quiet, just the two of them, her and my son. I know one thing for sure. Toni is about to fall completely under Lady Greta's command, just as each of us has in our turn. Petteri is absolutely thrilled to be on the ship with me, and it's clear he's already anticipating what's going to happen in the cabin. It's a nice change of pace from our daily routine, a little breather before the big transition ahead, when we all move in together into our new house.

"Whoa, this is a big cabin."

"We figured we'd need a bit more space, the two of us."

The cabin features a double bed, a seating area, and plenty of room. Petteri hauls our bags inside, pulls the door shut behind him, and immediately jumps onto the bed.

"Give me a blowjob, Auntie."

My nephew unzips his trousers and pulls out his semi-erect penis. This is exactly why we came here. The whole point of this cruise was nothing but fucking.

"You spent the entire trip wiggling that beautiful ass of yours right in front of me."

No wonder Petteri was following so closely behind me when we boarded the ship. I kick off my shoes and start climbing onto the bed.

"Tits out, you slut."

Here we go, Petteri has surely received instructions from his mother on how to treat me during the cruise. I take off my shirt and unfasten my bra, letting it drop beside the bed.

"You've got nice tits, Auntie."

I smile. It's flattering to hear such a compliment from a young man. And it's clear he likes what he sees, as his cock visibly stiffens. I find myself getting aroused too, hoping to take that beautiful member inside me soon. I'm so hooked on sex with our boys, and, of course, with my sister and my mother as well. My touch makes it even harder. I stroke it back and forth, caressing his testicles too. Then, I lean down to lick a drop that has appeared on the tip of his glans. I tease Petteri by lifting my head and offering the drop to him on my tongue. Naturally, he licks it off, kissing me as he does so.

"Take the rest off, too."

I let my skirt and panties fall beside the bed while Petteri sheds his own clothes. I return to that now rock-hard cock, licking the head like an ice cream cone.

"Do you like this, or would you prefer me dressed as a schoolgirl?"

I tease him a little, knowing that Petteri enjoys roleplay.

"Ah, I like this, but one day, I'm going to have you just like that, you slut."

I know that I must buy a schoolgirl uniform. I take my nephew's cock into my mouth, burying it so deep that my nose brushes against his pubic hair. Petteri grabs the back of my head, pressing me against him, loosening his grip every now and then so that his glans rubs back and forth inside my throat. Then, he pinches my nostrils shut, did he learn these tricks from porn? I can't breathe as he thrusts his cock into my throat. Help. I nearly panic, but luckily, he lets go and pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air.

"Awesome, you slut."

This, too, was surely something Lady Greta had ordered, the thought creeps into my mind.

"Keep sucking, but you take the cum on yourself."

That, at least, is something he learned from porn, I think with a smile, taking his cock back into my mouth, though this time, I don't take it deep. I caress Petteri's testicles while my tongue swirls around the wonderfully soft skin of his glans.

"Use your hand, you bitch."

I shiver, that word holds a special meaning for me, it brings back memories of how my own son used to take me while I wore a collar and leash. Could Petteri do the same...? I wrap my other hand around his hard shaft, caressing the young man, my own nephew, with both hands and my mouth. It's so depraved, so perverted, especially knowing this is my reward for giving my own son to my older sister. It's truly awful, in a way, but I enjoy it so much. I crave this. I want to submit to those I love, and this is how they show their love for me.

"Ugh, on your back, you slut."

I roll onto my back on the bed as Petteri moves up beside my head, bringing his visibly throbbing cock right up to my face.

"Aaah... you slut."

With a few quick strokes of his hand, white fluid spurts across my face. I open my mouth, catching some on my tongue, but most of it lands on my cheek and nose. Finally, Petteri directs the last few drops onto my breast. He then rolls over beside me, kissing me, tasting his own semen, of course. His nimble fingers spread the semen across my breast toward my nipple, and his lips follow, while his fingers make their way between my legs.

"Oh..."

His fingers part my wet labia as his tongue tastes the semen from my nipple. A finger slips deep inside, then finds my clitoris, meanwhile, my nipple is sucked with such intensity that I'm soon trembling at the peak of pleasure. I try to recover, but the suction on my breast continues for a long while. At last, Petteri releases my nipple from his lips.

"Lady Greta would like these to produce milk."

"I know. That would be wild. Come here, my darling."

I pull my nephew into my arms, and we lie together on the bed, cradled in each other's embrace, like two lovers.

"Let's wash up before dinner."

Petteri goes first, and when I return from the cabin's bathroom, clothes have been laid out on the bed.

"Mother said the slut has to wear these while moving around the ship."

I picked up two brown garments from the bed. They appear to be a top and a pair of leggings. "Nothing goes underneath, of course, now put them on."

I shrug in resignation, when my mistress commands, I must obey. I pull on the leggings. They are incredibly tight. The top is just as snug. Petteri lets out a low, appreciative whistle. Do I dare look at myself in the mirror? I decided against it and simply slipped on a pair of black high heels. Taking my hand with a firm, confident grip, Petteri leads me to the ship's restaurant. He has clearly gained experience from his honeymoon with his mother. He shows no hesitation in guiding an older woman through a public space with the air of an owner. Fortunately, we aren't dining at a buffet, where I'd have to keep getting up to fetch food, so I can remain seated. Perhaps my outfit won't attract quite as much attention.

"How did that last bit feel?"

I know exactly what Petteri is referring to.

"I can't say I enjoyed it. I nearly panicked."

"Mother ordered it. She said that afterward, I could do whatever I wanted with you."

So, it was a test set for me by Lady Greta.

"I guessed as much, but I know I'm safe."

"Of course, but here, you belong to me."

I bit my lip, trying not to get aroused, it would be immediately obvious the moment my pants grew wet at the crotch. Still, I can't stop the shivers that thought sends through me. It's terrifying, yet it turns me on. I don't know why, but there's something that feels so good about belonging entirely to someone else. I've already experienced it with my sister and my son. Now, it seems I'm about to experience it with Petteri, too. I start wishing dinner would end soon, all these thoughts are inevitably stoking my desire.

"I wonder what your mother and Toni are up to?"

I try to steer the conversation away from my own arousal.

"Mom didn't say anything about her plans. She just mentioned that Toni is going to end up being my girlfriend."

"I'm a little worried about what Anne might have come up with for my son."

Petteri just smiles, and I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me...

All the way back to the cabin, I feel lustful gazes upon my body as Petteri leads me by the hand. I feel completely exposed in this outfit, and the only thing keeping me from the clutches of those onlookers, who are practically bursting with desire, is this young man, who is making it clear to everyone that I belong to him. Petteri lets me go ahead of him into our cabin.

"Stop!"

I freeze and hear the door close behind me. Here it begins, soon, I'll be subjugated once again. "Strip!"

I take off my clothes, hearing Petteri undressing behind me as well.

"Put your shoes back on."

So, he wants me naked, wearing only high heels, I think to myself as I slip them on. My pussy throbs, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps from anticipation. I feel him moving closer.

"Let this be a sign that, today, you are mine."

Hands reach over my head and fasten a collar around my neck, though there is no leash attached. "Don't say a word."

His hands rest lightly on my shoulders, then glide downward, caressing me. I'm taken aback. This isn't what I expected. His hands move to my breasts, cupping them tenderly. I shiver as his lips press against the back of my neck, kissing me softly. A warm body presses against my back, and I feel his hard penis pushing into the cleft of my buttocks. A thousand questions race through my mind as his fingers caress my hardened nipples, while his kisses continue along my neck. I had expected roughness, not such tenderness. Yes, this is power, he decides how I am taken, not I, and I never know in advance how it will happen. In any case, I feel like a woman now, held in my lover's embrace.

"Turn around."

Hands pull me against another body, then move to caress my buttocks. Lips seek mine, and I respond to their intense heat before they travel to my neck and further down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I sigh with pleasure as I am gently lifted onto the bed. I'm still completely disoriented, constantly anticipating something, certain that something is about to happen. There was no smack on my buttocks just now. Perhaps an open-handed slap to my chest is coming? No, instead, Petteri spreads my legs and positions himself between them. I see his cock standing hard as he presses it against my labia. It's striking how gently the young man pushes inside me. Despite his large, hard cock, he moves with such care. Our pubic hair mingles, and I feel his testicles against my perineum as he slides fully into my vagina. He leans over to kiss me, letting me grow accustomed to the 'battering ram' that has opened my wet pussy. Then, something completely unexpected happens.

"I love you, Auntie."

It catches me entirely off guard, and my eyes well up as a sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion washes over me. Petteri's hips begin a slow, rhythmic motion, making a sound from me that falls somewhere between a moan and a sob.

"I love you too, Petteri."

Of course, we all love each other, but it has never been stated or demonstrated quite so clearly before.

"Make love to me, take me, I am yours."

Just as the collar around my neck is a sign that I belong to him, now.

"One day, you will be my bride, Amanda."

Oh, I can hardly bear it! I know that Petteri has been with his own mother, but the thought that I, too, could be his spouse... It would be the first time for me...

The movement is more intense now, and the thrusts wring moans from my lips. My legs are lifted onto his shoulders, leaving me folded almost half beneath Petteri as he pushes deep, so deep, into my vagina with every thrust. Though the thrusts are deep and powerful, they are also incredibly tender, full of love. I haven't experienced anything like this since the very first time with my own son. A wonderful tingling sensation washes over my body, intensifying with every thrust.

"Amanda..."

It's almost too much, I can feel his cock twitching inside me as Petteri calls me by my first name. As if I were his one true love. Waves crash over me, my pussy squeezing the last few drops from the cock buried deep within. A blissful sense of weightlessness sweeps through me, and I plunge into the pleasure, sobbing from the sheer intensity and the joy of it all. Petteri lowers my legs and pulls me into his embrace.

"It's alright, my love."

"It is, it was just so wonderful."

My nephew kisses me, caresses my breasts, which only makes me crave more.

"Turn around, get on top."

I smile and shift into a 69 position, lowering my semen-slicked pussy onto my nephew's face. Right before my eyes is his delicious, semi-erect, semen-coated cock. I lick the glans, savoring the taste of the semen mixed with the essence of my own pussy. His tongue parts my labia, and I feel the semen the young man just pumped into me begin to trickle out, straight onto his tongue. I sort of hope Petteri will turn his attention to my asshole, but he doesn't, and his cock hardens in my mouth quite quickly.

"Get on top of me, Amanda."

I take his cock out of my mouth and turn back toward him. I guide his engorged head to my labia and lower myself down, letting that wonderful cock sink into my soaking-wet pussy, filling me once again.

"You're wonderfully big, darling."

I begin to slowly ride the penis that has impaled me. Petteri reaches up to caress my breasts, his fingers tenderly fondling my nipples.

"You have beautiful breasts, Aunt Amanda."

I shiver at being called "Aunt", which, of course, I am to him. I shouldn't be here, making love without restraint with my own nephew. It's completely wrong, naturally. But I love him, just as I love my sister and my son. And my mother, too, of course. I have no other way to express the absolute love I feel for them, other than by surrendering myself to them completely and making love with them. I press Petteri's hands more firmly against my breasts.

"Grab my tits."

The young man doesn't need to be told twice. He dives right in, giving my breasts thorough, vigorous handling. I love the attention being paid to them, it only heightens my pleasure. I pick up the pace, riding my nephew and savoring the way his cock massages my insides. Soon, I'm close to climax again, and Petteri is panting in a way that suggests he might be about to seed me once more. Impregnate me... the very thought that he might try to get me pregnant, just as he did to his own mother, is almost too much for me to handle.

"Don't stop... Oh!"

My pussy clenches around Petteri's cock as he keeps pumping into me. I moan and tremble, finally collapsing on top of him. At that same moment, he takes my nipple into his mouth, wringing a few more pleasurable aftershocks out of me. That's enough for Petteri, and I feel him climaxing inside me, filling me with his seed. Between his grunts, I hear him whisper my name.

"Amanda... my love... my slut."

We lie there, languid and entwined, as his spent cock slowly goes soft inside me.

Apparently, we must have fallen asleep in each other's arms, as that is how we wake up in the morning. Breakfast is so early that we barely have time for a quick wash and to get dressed, though Petteri must wait a bit, since I insist on applying makeup and doing my hair before we face the public. I did remember to take the collar off my neck, and now I get a good look at it. A pink collar with my name, "Amanda", in large letters. So, it's not the same one I wore with Toni. I must wear the same outfit for breakfast that I wore to dinner, in fact, the whole routine repeats itself. I am guided around, and people stare. Fortunately, the breakfast is good and doesn't last too long. Petteri wants us to make a quick trip ashore to do some shopping. I was dreading what I might be forced to wear, but luckily, this time I'm allowed to put on my own summer dress.

"No underwear, put this on."

I assumed Petteri was handing me that familiar anal plug, the one my sister had already forced me to use when we went out for lunch. But he has a surprise for me instead: a ball. I see, I think, taking the ball from his hand and bringing it to my lips. I roll the plug slowly around in my mouth, giving Petteri a bit of a show, and then, with an expression of exaggerated pleasure, I moisten the ball with my saliva and slide it into my pussy. Then, I noticed what he was holding in his hand.

"You didn't think you'd get off that easily, did you?"

A vibration fills my pussy, and I nearly double over in surprise. Of course, it was remote-controlled.

"Let's go."

We walk hand in hand like lovers, well, that's what we are, aren't we? We made love last night, and my nephew said he wanted me to be his bride. I'm constantly a little on edge, wondering when Petteri might use the remote control he keeps in his pocket, but it doesn't seem to be a priority for him. I realize that its true purpose is simply to keep me on my toes.

"This is the shop Mom mentioned."

Petteri guides me through the door into a lingerie boutique. I nearly blush as he holds my hand inside, and we look at the beautiful undergarments.

"Here, I'd like you to wear this today, Amanda."

Petteri points out a white set, featuring a sheer, lacy bra and a thong.

"Ooh..."

At the same time, he uses the remote, making the device inside my pussy vibrate. I try to act normal, even though I feel like I'm on the verge of an orgasm, and I'm pretty sure the fluids from my pussy are about to start running down my thighs.

"You can have me however you like, darling."

They have the set in my size, so I bought them. We continue wandering around the city, taking in the sights and popping into a few more shops, we're just like a couple on vacation. Every now and then, Petteri pulls me into an embrace and kisses me, completely unbothered by the people around us, some of whom are staring. Eventually, we head back to the ship and return to our cabin.

"Put on that new lingerie, Auntie."

I take off my dress but keep my high heels on, figuring Petteri would want me to wear them anyway. I pick up the lace thong and pull it on. The thin strip of fabric slips between my buttocks, seemingly spreading them slightly apart. It feels lewd. I remove the price tags from the bra and put it on. I twirl in front of Petteri, then look at myself in the mirror. White lace has always suited me, and my breasts show through the lacy bra quite clearly.

"You're so beautiful, Amanda."

Just then, the device inside my pussy vibrates intensely again, catching me completely off guard this time.

"My beautiful slut. On your knees!"

I drop to my knees in front of Petteri, and the vibration stops. He pulls out his stiff cock and thrusts it into my mouth, grabbing me by the hair. I have no choice but to suck on that hard member. How quickly he transformed from a loving, tender boy into a dominant man.

"You're a fine slut, Auntie."

Apparently, I'm managing to give him enough pleasure with my mouth. Otherwise, he'd likely be punishing me instead of offering praise.

I let his cock slip from my mouth, turn my backside toward Petteri, and lean against the sofa. He comes up behind me, pulling my thong aside from between my buttocks, and I immediately feel cold lubricant trickling down toward my anus.

"Ooh...!"

Petteri isn't being gentle now. He takes my ass quite roughly, not caring that the penetration hurts. I don't have much time to dwell on that, though, the vibrator inside my pussy kicks in, heightening my arousal from the front while his cock relentlessly pounds my ass. Petteri pulls my breasts out from under my bra, squeezing them firmly. Although the roughness caught me off guard, it soon shifts into pure pleasure, and I begin to push my hips back against his thrusts.

"So tight, you slutty aunt."

It's sensitive, too, I wonder if I'll even be able to sit down for the next couple of days. But I'm loving this, being taken so thoroughly. I adore it, especially since the one taking me so lewdly is my own nephew. He's nearly twenty years younger than me, and he loves me so much that he wants to dominate me. My ass must be incredibly pleasurable, because Petteri doesn't last long. Soon, his cock begins to twitch as he empties his load deep inside me. Just as I start to wonder if I'll be left unsatisfied, the vibrator inside my pussy shifts to an even higher intensity, forcing a moan of pleasure from my own lips. Petteri lies on my back for a moment before scooping me up into his lap on the sofa. We lie on the sofa, exhausted, until the clock forces us to get moving.

"Time to head home."