So Much More Than A Memory
Her home would be emptier, the sound of his laughter, his choice of music, their conversations over supper when he was around at weekends would be heard no more. They would be missed, achingly so. His companionship and attentiveness had been relied upon, perhaps too much. He had his girlfriends and some even stayed over. When that happened it caused unbearable strains in their relationship, and she would wonder if he would leave and find lodgings somewhere else.
But something made Alain stop short of such a drastic move, and she had chosen to believe that it was more than just a blood tie between them that kept him by her side.
Alain cared more for her than he would say. Instead, he would have a soft word to express his concern that she ate the wrong things, sipped too much wine; in effect was letting herself go and for only too understandable reasons.
'It won't make up for him leaving you, aunt...'
'I damn well know that!'
She had spoken out angrily, meeting his concerned look upon her as she stood in the doorway, a glass in hand, and saw him at work on his laptop, his long-sleeved T loose and the sleeves pushed up his arms and his slender feet poking out from his jeans, the hems frayed. She had watched how he pushed back the tumble of his long hair. She loved the richness of its colour, so reminiscent of her sister. It seemed to run in the family; she was blessed with it too, much good that it did her.
She heard him sigh and watched him as he sat back and raised his arms in a long stretch. 'Sorry...I just don't want you to wreck what you have...your looks and vivacity...your joie de vivre.'
He was seen to look over his shoulder and shrug, as if a confession had been wrung out of him. She took more from his look upon her than simply one of concern.
Something snapped in her on hearing what he had said. She had gone to Alain and put an arm about his neck, leant forward to nuzzle a kiss to his cheek. His eyes had widened in surprise at her behaviour, and they had then drifted to how her work blouse had opened to reveal her cleavage; her breasts brushing his neck.
Alain had moved to kiss her. She'd squirmed on feeling his hand slip under her skirt and stroke the back of her thighs and caressed the skin behind her knees, before offering sliding caresses until she stopped the progress of his fingers. She could lose it so quickly if he went on.
'I...I can't think straight sometimes...knowing what you've been through...that you should not be alone...not a woman like you....that...that as your nephew...family...I should not feel what I do for you.'
'You...you crazy boy,' she had countered as he stopped her at his door, his arms around her waist and she having to still the progress of his hands as they cupped her heavy, pendulous breasts. She felt the heat in his breaths and shivered on feeling him press against her. She knew that his arousal matched what she felt so quickly, the ache of wanton longing that could only be stilled by...
♥
Why should she not be taken to bed?
Melanie knew that her body needed release from her unresolved frustrations, and that fingering her body was no substitute for. She ached for the ways of a man in bringing her to a shattering orgasm. She had thought, often enough, of Alain's hands bringing that to her or, better still, his penis parting the lips of her pussy and plumbing her. Just to think of her nephew, so strong and vibrant, was enough to bring her on. All that they shared would remain their secret.
Now, as he held her against him in the dim light of her bedroom, she felt his hands fondle her soft naked breasts and to slowly progress over the rounded firmness of her belly and push under the hem of her panties.
'Let me...let me take them off,' she gasped and pushed his hands away and soon performed a little act of strip tease for him as Alain tore away his clothes.
She ached to have his fingers in her body, and she held out her hands; felt no shame in all that he now saw of her. She leant back against him and had Alain delight in what he could cup in his hands; to feel the brush of his fingers lightly move over her nipples; to then feel him pinch and tug on them.
'So beautiful...so full and beautiful...so heavy, Melanie,' he murmured in deep appreciation. 'I've always loved your breasts... the sign to me of a passionate woman and the giver of life.'
'Darling...you darling with your words!'
She met his deepening kisses and squirmed on feeling his fingers trace a path into her; to feel them caress, one of them bent to tease the sides of where she ached for him to now be. To hell with the preambles. She wanted to be fucked and know of it with him.
'The night will be so different from all that have gone before...'
'Yes...yes!' she gasped as his fingers worked her; moved faster and faster, and all she could do was to grip Alain's prick as he pressed against her and brought his claims to a shattering climax. She turned enough to silence her cries against his mouth. She eagerly sucked on his probing tongue and knew that it too would soon be in her body. Her hungering sighs had given way to moans of pleasure that his kisses failed to silence.
His hand was on her chin, and he lifted her head, enough, to kiss her throat and breathe in her heat; to gaze down at the tumble of those breasts. They inflamed the senses. It was her body that he ached to know of and that was now gloriously exposed to his gaze and touch.
Melanie pulled on his hands as they shuffled towards her bed. Alain allowed her no time, he simply turned her and pushed so that she fell back, his hands on her feet soon pushing her legs up and apart. He gazed wonderingly at her moist pink folds; saw them glisten and reached out to touch them once more before lowering his mouth to her.
'You have seen...can have all of me now!' she gasped, her hands in his hair as she guided him in his claims upon her. They were improper claims that defied all reason, but she longed to have them restore her belief that she was still an attractive woman for a man to want her in these sublime ways.
'You're gorgeous...mazing,' was all that he could find to say. Her naked body was to be feasted upon and now he kissed the sides of her full breasts and traced circles over them with his tongue and wet lips, getting closer to her nipples. She moaned as he claims them and flicks his tongue over her nipples as his finger resume their questing touches, in time with his kisses and sucks.
'Let me do something for you!' she calls out; feels his hands slide down her thighs as he settles before her. Alain kneels and she takes his trembling, arcing prick in her hands before meeting his lingering look upon her. 'Lie back...'
She lowered her head and kissed it before wet lips engulf the tip in her mouth. Melanie begins to slowly suck upon it and to slide her fingers down to his sac and squeeze rhythmically and purposefully. She strains the flesh in her hands, tugs and eases as her tongue traces a path up and own.
He groans; grabs her hair and shivers; will go crazy on feeling her do this for him; his aunt's performing a wonderful, lewd act on his aching prick. He reaches for her breasts and squeezes them hard. He fills his hands with them as she moves to share in snorted kisses of pleasure and anticipation.
'It's you and me...there's so much more to this than what we do together...'
Melanie's lips circled his penis and tugged upon it; nipped it as she worked it; knew that Alain could lose it and do that in her mouth. She languished in what she did for him, moved her tongue over him as her saliva lubricates the skin that she now wanted to have buried in her body. Soon, other muscles will tug and squeeze until she drains him.
'Hm...hmmm! Melanie...slow down!' He was experiencing acts on his prick like never before as he guided her and put his hands in Melanie's tumble of long silky hair. He remembers his times of jerking off to visions of her, when a girl had ditched him, and he had no one to lose his load with.
'I will my darling...I will.' She took him deeply; felt his beautifully long, strong prick touch the back of her throat.
'No now...oh...merde!' Alain put his hands to his head in dismay as he bursts; as his orgasm wracks his body; as spurts of his semen spatter onto her chin and breasts.
He moves to kiss her but feels Melanie straddle his hips and reach between their bodies to pull his penis to her opening. She shifts to bring him into her as...as a wet finger was pushed into his anus and massaged him to stimulate his prostate.
He arcs his back to meet these aberrant claims.
'You...you crazy woman...you wonder!' he yelled, thrusting his stiff penis into her in one long stroke that soon sees them rutting like demented beasts; their calls to each other filling the room; the bed creaking from the ferocity of their claims upon each other. The headboard of the bed slams against the wall.
'Let me now!'
'No, stay where you are!'
He gasps in surprise as Melanie pushes him away and he lies back. She straddles him and silences any protestations with her fiery kisses as she reaches between them and presses his prick to her opening once more. She settles back on his thighs before pushing forward to take him; then rests upon him, her body moving to pull on his penis as they share in the heated breaths of effort.
'Let me see you!' he gasps, and she moves; rises and falls on him in a furious rhythm; her breasts swaying and jerking; stilled by his hands and greedy mouth.
'I...I love what...what you do to me, Alain my darling! What you do to them!' she cries out; dragging her mouth from his kisses and she gushes; shudders in her orgasm as he again lets it all go in her. Their gasps of breath, and words of avowal for hat has been shared, fill the room.
'Okay?' he asks on halting breaths as Melanie leans over him; her breasts caressing his enervated skin. 'You lost me for a while...'
She wants to speak of it differently.
'I've loved you all the while...didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to tell you or show you.' She leans forward and meets a soft kiss. She does enough just to have her nipples caress his skin. She hears his soft breaths of wonder at what she does, and he allows her to continue. 'Ours is a forbidden love...'
'And it's one I cannot get enough of...'
'You've made my dreams become real,' she whispers against his lips as she presses her body against him and feels the slow caresses of his hands over her back, then clench her buttocks. 'Yes, I want to keep you in me...and make me feel so alive again.'
She has taken to wondering if the night with him is to be the beginning of a different story, one that will be fraught with difficulty or one that is to become an arrangement between a lover and his mistress. Would Alain, her nephew and desiring lover of her body and all that she brought, think in that way also, or had he succumbed to a moment's weakness? He's satisfied a burning lust for her and what he had seen of her; the fleshy beauty of an older woman; someone...someone who was his aunt; a woman abandoned and seemingly unloved until he had brought new joys to her?
'I'll get us some wine...and we drink to a different story,' he tells her and eases Melanie from him.
'And I'll clean myself up. I'm covered in the love you brought to me...'
She felt his fingers trace a path over her body as they stood in her bedroom. Her eyes shone with a new found happiness. She had chosen lust, her own brand of love, over proper and correct familial behaviour.
She would mend and do that in the arms of Alain.
They each had so much to gain and to lose; their loving would not interfere with his studies. She had a stake in his future too.
It was likely to be a decision that neither of them would regret."
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