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More Than Just A Memory
Melanie knew that Alain would again be working late; her studious nephew had his final exams to complete and with that, he would soon be gone from the University of Caen. Then, her lodger of some three years would be out of her sight, but not her mind. She would be left with the memories of him, how it had gone between them.
Her home would feel emptier and 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 all be missed, achingly so. His companionship and attentiveness had been relied upon, perhaps too much. He had his girlfriends and some even stayed over. As owner of the house, she had her rules and only too vivid imagination of what Alain pursued with these girlfriends when they were under her roof. Whenever 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 for her more than he would say, and she would catch his glances upon her and would wonder what was at work in him. Instead, he would have a soft word to express his concern that she ate the wrong things, sipped too much wine, and that she was, in effect, letting herself go and for only too understandable reasons.
‘It won’t make up for him leaving you, aunt,’ he had said, nodding in her direction and at the glass of wine she was seen to be holding. Her husband of some years had simply packed his bags and deserted her just at the time of him starting his fresher’s year at university.
‘I damn well know that, so don’t remind me!’
She had spoken out angrily, meeting his concerned look upon her as she stood in the doorway and saw him at work on his laptop, his long-sleeved T-shirt loose and the sleeves pushed up his arms. His slender feet were seen poking out from his jeans, the hems frayed. She had watched how he pushed back the tumble of his long hair and loved the richness of its colour, so reminiscent of her sister. It seemed to run in the family; she was blessed with it too, and much good it had done her.
She heard him sigh and watched as Alain sat back and raised his arms in a long stretch as she remembered what he had said at the time and in similar circumstances.
‘Sorry to go on about it, but 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 finally 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, leaned 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 cotton V-neck blouse had opened to reveal her deep cleavage, her heavy breasts pressing and then brushing against his neck.
Alain had moved to kiss her in response to her brazen and impetuous advance. She’d squirmed on feeling his hand slip under her skirt and stroke the back of her thighs and behind her knees, before offering sliding caresses until she stopped the progress of his fingers. She could have lost it so quickly if he had been encouraged to continue. Only, Alain had spoken out as if as one with her thoughts and desires.
‘I…I can’t think straight sometimes and knowing what you’ve been through. I just think that you should not be alone here in the house…not a woman like you. I also know that as your nephew…as family, that I’m company for you and still I know that I want more from you.’
She had taken a few steps away from him but the few words that they had spoken, the offer of a touch, and then their kisses had brought them to a new place in their ways with each other.
‘Be with me, Melanie, and let go. Do it with me, now?’
‘You…you crazy boy,’ she had countered as he stopped her ümraniye escort at his door, his arms soon around her waist and she had to still the progress of his hands as they cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing lightly over her hardening nipples. She had felt the heat in his breaths and shivered on feeling him press against her. She had known that his arousal matched what she felt and that his touches and kisses had so quickly aroused. There was the ache of wanton longing that persuaded her to concede to all that he did and that she had known could only be stilled by them being naked in each other’s arms and making real what they felt.
So little time remained for them.
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Why should she not be taken to bed?
Melanie knew that her body needed release from her unresolved frustrations, and that fingering her clammy pussy, with two fingers, was no substitute for those of a man bringing her to a shattering orgasm. She had thought, often enough, of Alain’s hands bringing that to her, better still his penis parting the lips of her pussy and plumbing her moist heat. 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 slowly progress over the rounded firmness of her belly and push under the hem of her panties. He tugged on coarse hair and his fingers then slid down over her parted lips, his touches slow and confident.
How wet she was! How could she have waited so long to finally know of him?
‘Let me…let me take them off,’ she gasped and pushed his caressing hands away. She performed a little act of strip tease for him as Alain tore away his clothes and she took in his slender and youthful body and, to her dismay, what he would bring to her.
She ached to have his touches on her body, and she held out her hands and felt no shame in all that he saw of her. She leaned back against him and had Alain delight in what he could cup in his hands, to feel his warm breaths on her naked skin, the press of his penis against her buttocks.
‘Go on!’ She urged, languishing in his embrace and feeling 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…the giver of life.’
‘Darling…you darling young man with your soft words!’
She met his deepening kisses and squirmed on feeling his fingers trace a path into her. She felt them probe and caress, shuddered as one bent finger slicked over and teased her pussy’s walls. She groaned in response to the wracking sensations his touches aroused, the sharpening of her ache for him where he had to be. To hell with the preambles; she wanted to be loved hungrily and to know of it with him.
‘Tonight will be so different from all that has gone before, Melanie, you beautiful woman.’
‘Yes…yes!’ she gasped as his fingers claimed her; moved faster and faster, and all she could do was 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; 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 and gaze down at the tumble of those wonderful fleshy 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, and 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 and he gloried in her pussy’s pink folds. He saw them glisten and reached ünye escort out to touch them, once more, before lowering his mouth to her, his tongue flickering over her slit and then darting into her in a mesmerising rhythm.
‘You have seen me! You can have all of me now!’ she gasped, her hands in his hair as she guided him in his claims upon her; improper claims that defied all reason, but they would restore her.
‘You’re gorgeous…amazing,’ was all that he could find to say
Her naked body was to be feasted upon and she drew his head to her full breasts and groaned out of pleasure as he traced circles over them with his tongue and wet lips, getting closer to her nipples. She moaned as he claims them and the licks of his tongue over her nipples resumed their questing touches, in time with his kisses and sucks.
‘Let me do something for you!’ she called out as his hands slid down her thighs and he then kneeled to settle before her.
‘Yes, go on and do that!’
She takes his trembling prick in her hands and meets his lingering look upon her before she engulfs the tip in her mouth and then begins to slowly suck upon it. She hears his gasps of pleasure as she slides her fingers down to his sac and squeezes it slowly.
He groans and is mesmerized by what she does for him, grabs her hair, and shivers in response to the pleasure she brings. He will go crazy on feeling her do this for him, his aunt’s mouth performing a wonderful lewd act on his aching prick. He reaches for her breasts and squeezes them, hard, filling his hands with warm flesh.
‘It’s you and me…there’s so much more to this than what we do together! You’re in my blood!’
Melanie’s lips circled his penis and tugged upon it, nipping it as she worked it. She 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 lubricated the skin that she now wanted to have buried in her body, and to use other muscles to tug and squeeze until she drained him.
‘Hm…hmmm! Melanie…slow down!’
He was experiencing acts on his prick like never before and wanted to guide her by putting his hands in Melanie’s tumble of long silky hair as she bobbed her head and sucked him off. He remembered 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. Melanie was always there, in a room not so far away but he had not pursued her.
‘I will my darling…I will slow down.’ She took him deeply and felt his beautifully long, strong prick touch the back of her throat.
‘No, not now…oh…merde!’ Alain put his hands to his head in dismay as he burst and his orgasm wracked his body. Long ropes of his semen spatter onto her chin and breasts. ‘Sorry…I couldn’t hold back because of what you were doing.’
‘It’s how I wanted it, darling, and what I have wanted to do for you and with you for so long,’ she whispered in reply, reaching out to pull him to her before they rolled over and she was on her back, her warm thighs soon wrapped around his body.
He bends to kiss her and feels Melanie reach between their bodies and pull his penis to her opening, to pull on his hips to bring him into her as…as a wet finger was pushed into his anus and massaged him and to stimulate his prostate.
‘You…you crazy woman…you wonder!’ he yelled, thrusting his stiff penis into her in one long stroke and that soon sees them rutting like demented beasts; their calls to each other filling the room.
The bed creaks demonically from the ferocity of his claims upon her and the wildness of their movements having the headboard slam against the wall.
‘Let me, now! I want to be on you!’
He gasps in surprise as Melanie pushes him away and he lies back. She straddles him and her thighs brush his hips as she bends forward to silence any protestations with her kisses as she reaches between them and presses his prick to her opening.
‘In me again…love with me,’ she breathes hotly before settling back on his thighs. Melanie then moves up and down as urfa escort she slowly takes him into her. She thrusts forward and back, rises and settles in a slow seducing rhythm and she hears him groan as her muscles wrap that lovely pole of flesh and she tugs on his penis. They share in heated breaths of effort, Alain writhing underneath her as she rises and falls, the clamp and tug of his hands to her breasts not slowing her.
‘I love what you’re doing for me now…Melanie…Melanie!’ he gasps, and she maintains her wrecking rhythm, her breasts swaying and jerking until they are again stilled by his hands and greedy mouth. She groans in pleasure and feels her pubic bone being massaged by his hard prick as she leans back and stretches him. ‘You’ll break me…break me, aunt!’
‘Melanie…Melanie…that’s who I am!’
‘You’re a wonder…you’re my lover, that’s who you now are!’ he calls out.
‘I…I love what…what you do to me, Alain my darling….what you do to them!’
She drags her mouth from his kisses, and she gushes; slams down on him, her fingers gripping his chest as she shudders in her orgasm, feels the rushes course through her body, the tightening of her throat muscles as she gasps for breath and out of wayward pleasure.
‘For you…it’s finally for you!’ he yells as he lets it all go in her, the tingling spurts of his semen making her groan in avowal of what she has wanted to know of from him for so long. Their gasps of breath. Their calls to each other and words of love for what has been shared fill the room.
‘Okay?’ he asks on halting breaths as Melanie leans over him, her breasts caressing his enervated skin as she recovers from her pleasure. ‘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 to show you like this. It’s a forbidden love but I needed to show you how it’s been for me for so long.’ She leaned forward and met a soft kiss; she did enough so that her hard nipples caressed his skin. She hears his soft breaths of wonder at what she does and coaxes her to continue. ‘Ours is a forbidden love…but it is love and what we have done will be more than just a memory.’
‘And it’s one I cannot get enough of…’
‘You’ve made my dreams real,’ she whispers against his lips as she presses her body down on him and feels the slow caresses of his hands over her back before they clench her buttocks. ‘Yes, I want to keep you in me…and for you to make me feel so alive again.’
She has taken to wondering if the night with him is going 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 and satisfied a burning lust for her and what he had seen of her?
Would these moments together be the end of it?
Perhaps he’d already had enough of the fleshy beauty of an older woman, 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. Her hands offer a siding caress to his body before he stands up, Alain looking down at her and all that she brought to his sight and touch. ‘You’re so warm and beautiful…have brought me so much and took all that I could give to you.’ He knelt on the edge of the bed and kissed her and he soon felt Melanie’s arms embrace him and prolong his kisses and renewed touches to where she had taken him, the soft flesh of her thighs reddened from exertion and the slip and press of his body as they loved.
‘And I’ll clean myself up. I’m covered in the love you brought to me.’ She pushed him away gently and gripped the hand that Alain held out to her.
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 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 love would not interfere with his studies. She had a stake in his future too and it was likely to be a decision that neither of them would regret.
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