43 — First S*x Ed Lesson with Auntie

'Mild-Mannered Rare Man Wrecks Aunt's Pussy. More Inside' was probably going to be the title. Or maybe 'Aunt Wrecks Mild-Mannered Rare Man's Cock' since this was a reversed world.

I could already picture the headlines, but I wasn't that far gone, so I told myself that was just an imaginary scenario and wouldn't come to life, until recent events, that is. No one really thinks there'd ever be a day where they'd have an affair with their aunt.

The heat on my skin intensified, though. I felt like there was a fire poker resting right beneath me, pushing against my ass. I wasn't shy by any means.

I've had regular but short-lived relationships before, nothing too meaningful but nothing too brief either, enough to sate that primitive need within a human being.

By all means, I shouldn't be shy about intimacy, or even sex, with that said experience in mind, yet Freya was somehow able to unwind me like a virgin; might've been the siren-like voice, that natural charisma, or the mere suggestion of doing it with an older relative. It had this strange but illicit ring to it.

"Are you for real?"

Freya didn't know where to place her hands, so she settled on fixing the edges of her shirt instead, over and over, turning those innocent clothes into a complete mess.

"This wasn't the original intention behind this proposal... not in the slightest, really. But seeing what you're like... hearing your honest answer... I decided I may as well... try to cover the bases."

It felt like the only choice in her view, since I seemed completely at ease, indifferent, even.

"The bases? Aunt, you sucked my dick and swallowed my cum, what bases haven't we covered yet?"

"D-Damien!" Freya hissed, putting a finger on her lips in a shushing gesture. "Don't say it like that... I'm not used to hearing you talking like that... and please lower your voice as well..."

Naturally, her face lit up in a single-tone color matching her hair. I found her flustered state extremely cute and couldn't help but smile beneath half-lidded eyes. Her condition worsened, her throat bobbing in a visible manner. She wetted her lips with a long tongue, and I was all too quickly reminded of that appendage cozing up to my cock while she gagged and coughed, nearly dying for the very same object she worshipped.

"Okay. Listen, first of all, Damien. This would be a kind of tutelage between you and me. A private and limited... subject. This subject would cover..." She trailed off.

"... Yes?"

"The physicality of intimacy between a woman and a man." Freya didn't go into detail about that, nor did she need to, so she turned her gaze down and I heard her murmur. "Gosh, why am I even doing this... I'm your Aunt, I shouldn't—"

I felt my heart thudding a little at the idea. Wouldn't that mean that we'd be crossing another line? Any line to cross with this woman would be an exceptionally juicy line to cross, judging from my experience.

To die for.

I didn't know whether to thank or curse the Gods for surrounding me with these alluring creatures, especially to have put such beauty under a roof I had to live in. 'Art thou testing mine faith?'

"Like... a man's body, how it works, and how to... give pleasure." Freya concluded with a swallow. "I mean, it's not only for you to learn how to pleasure a woman, but also how to recognize and, uh, deal with pleasure... given to you. It's important to be safe, to know the risks and... and all that."

"To fuck and be fucked, basically. I get it."

"......"

Freya's eyes went blank for a moment, clearly processing what I just said. Her face went from red to a full-on shade of scarlet. She was breathing like a rabid dog now. Her mouth opened to say something, and it was only after many stuttering starts that she finally managed to push the air out. "I-I don't know how you can say it so... so..."

"Bluntly?"

"Yes." She exhaled and nodded. "I'd be grateful if you were a bit more tactful about it, but... I'm also a little relieved that you're not so... easily embarrassed by these... things." She paused. "It makes me feel like I'm not corrupting you completely."

"Corrupting? I feel like I'm the one doing the corrupting." I replied, smirking slightly at her. "Or is there some secret reason you'd want to do this, Aunt?"

"......"

She was squirming now, and her fingers were tugging on her skirt. "I... I just want to make sure you're well-prepared. For when you find someone. Someone you want to be with. It'll be a lot easier for you if you know what to do. And... and I wish to give you that knowledge."

Did she have any knowledge to speak of? I thought the way she handled my dick at the clinic was more like a 'first-timer' situation, if I had to be honest. Not that I'd complain about it, but still.

"Okay... so, what do we do first?"

Freya looked up, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"How do we start...?"

"Oh! Well..." Freya seemed to think about it for a minute before her eyes settled on my lips. "I think the most rudimentary thing would be kissing, in this case."

She sounded somewhat formal when she said that.

'The basics are important.' I supposed. I didn't really care where we started, either way.

My heart was really beating fast. I didn't know whether I was blushing or not, but I didn't break eye contact. Just gave a light nod of understanding, and Freya was teetering on the edge, debating how to begin and how far she was willing to go.

How far should we go?

Eventually, after enough mental gymnastics, she slowly placed her hands on my cheek. "You might want to close your eyes, it's... it's easier."

Her hand felt warm, almost sweaty. She was shivering lightly. Was I even the nervous one, right then?

I did what she asked and closed my eyes, but couldn't help myself to peek a bit, so I saw Freya closing hers and leaning closer and closer to me until her breath brushed my lips.

A delicate brush against my lips as if wanting to confirm whether this was truly happening.

More than breathing, she was panting.

I felt her hesitate and lean a bit back, as if this whole idea was insane, before ultimately leaning in. Her hands held my face gently and then moved up and behind to bury into my hair, feeling along my head, twining locks in her fingers and pulling at them.

I returned the favor and tugged on the beautiful red strands as her mouth gently nudged mine.

We sat there, lip-locked in a chaste, probatory way. Freya didn't really do anything particular or spectacular besides holding her lips firmly against mine.

I briefly cracked my eyes open, peering at Freya, whose expression was comically scrunched up in total concentration. I thought she'd be pulling some advanced kissing trick at first, but the most she did was... latch her mouth against mine and keeping it there.

Barely opening hers up, and not pushing too forward either.

With this lackluster result, I was stuck on my end, confused.

This woman seemed to enjoy jacking my cock, yet didn't know how to properly kiss.

More than confused, I was seething in anticipation for more. I was seriously expecting her to mount me and shove her tongue down my throat. At this point, anything less was anticlimactic.

At the same time, she slowly broke apart to gauge my reaction, and once she realized she had a front-row seat to witness a male reaction to physical stimulus—a first, actually, judging from her jittery hands

"... Should we use our tongues, Auntie?"

I muttered against her mouth, having grown too impatient.

"Huh?"

Freya let out a questioning sound, eyes splaying open in shock.

I wondered if showing more experience was a good move or if it could potentially backfire, but I couldn't stop myself. She was practically seducing me, and I was merely acting on pure human instinct.

So, with our lips pressed together, I poked the corner of her mouth, encouraging her.

The shy lip movement continued for a second or two, before she froze entirely, followed by the sweetest, quietest sound.

Freya moaned into my mouth.

Her mouth parted slightly. I dove right in, like a sea creature wrapping around a sinking ship.

My tongue glided gently over hers, pressing against it.

"Damien!" Freya choked out in surprise, but she didn't push me off. Rather, the nails digging into my scalp seemed to egg me on even more. "Ahng~" She moaned, and I kid you not, it was one of the fucking sexiest things I've ever heard.

She didn't expect this outcome. A chaste kiss? Sorry, but I would never stop at the baby-tier version of kissing.

Freya tried to follow along, clumsily probing out her tongue to return the affection once she got over the initial surprise.

I responded back in kind and angled my head to slide my tongue deeper, letting her have a taste.

Then, her hands became greedy and pushed me down on the bed. Her weight rested heavily on top of me, her body slumping to click and grinding against mine, and the room's temperature felt like someone was playing with flamethrower nearby.

Her body heat was like a fireplace's heat that, once you got too close, it started to become a little uncomfortable.

I let out a shaky, nearly audible grunt and my junior went as stiff as an iron rod inside my pants.

Freya tried to wrestle control of the kiss but lacked experience, so she only ended up looking desperate and eager, licking my lips like she was lapping cream off them.

I raised my hand and let it rest on the back of her thigh, and not finding it enough, soon palmed her round ass and squeezed.

The feeling of squeezing her juicy, firm cheeks sent a signal straight down to my erection, causing my body to tense up and my breaths to grow slightly labored.

There was very little that could compare to the feel of a particularly firm and pert backside.

We continued swapping saliva while I groped and fondled her ass to my heart's content. Even gave it a playful smack, which had her strangle a giggle with my name in between those pink lips.

After what felt like forever and at the same time much too short for my liking, Freya abruptly stopped the make out session and broke her lips from mine, with a moist smack that resounded.

Our eyes locked once more. Hers hazy and half-lidded as she rolled her ass over my covered manhood, drawing out an agonizing hiss from between my clenched teeth.

Her burning skin had gone a pretty shade of pink, and she was trembling like a leaf.

There was a sudden look of guilt and self-doubt written all over her face as she dismounted.

Freya fell back onto her ass next to me.

"Umm, I-I, Damien..." She stuttered, out of breath and totally frazzled. She ran a shaking hand through her messy locks and licked her wet lips in nervous apprehension. "Who... who taught you t-to do that?"

"Uhm..." I racked my brain for an answer. "Porn?"

Freya was at a loss for words as she blinked a few times before making the same strangled, hysterical laugh. She couldn't have possibly expected the reply she received. "Porn?" Then a teasing grin lit her lips. "I didn't know that our dear Daimi was a connoisseur of that... ahem... art form."

Her earlier nervousness eased somewhat thanks to my, in hindsight, lame ass response. She was still in a state of shock, chest heaving and hands slightly trembling, but she was quickly gripping all of those volatile emotions under an iron fist, like she had done priorly on my cock.

For a woman who had a successful career, this raggedy and combustible emotional state was unthinkable, I figured.

"Well... yeah." I admitted, somewhat shrugging. Not in this reality, mind you. But back in my world, I consumed them as much as the average, single man who had to take a more hands-on approach in order to satisfy his own urges.

Freya snickered and shook her head slowly.

"That's just unbelievable. All those nasty and uncouth videos, and I didn't think you were watching such filth."

"What, you don't watch them?"

She raised an eyebrow, tugging at her collar to breathe a little better. There was still a vivid remnant of blush on her features. Her thighs rubbed together and I could only imagine the situation there wasn't any better than what was going on under my pants. "I'm a young and healthy woman, Damien. Of course I've seen some. Plenty, actually."

"Then you know what I'm talking about."

It was almost like we were kindred spirits. Kinda hilarious and ridiculous that I was relating to porn with my Aunt.

"That's... that's besides the point." Freya fumbled with words but was very elated inside. "W-What kind of porn do you even watch? You didn't seem interested back at the donation center..."

I smiled breezily. "Anyting that has a hot, redheaded older woman in it."

"......!"

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