Your Aunt Lacy takes your virginity

It's the day after your 18th birthday, and you've never been more embarrassed in your life.

Your bedroom curtains, closed. Your lights, off. Your computer, on. Your monitor, showing step-family porn. Your door...

Well, your door is open and your Aunt Lacy looks horrified at your dick. All seven inches are exposed. The late hour should have made it safe to jerk off. You haven't had any privacy recently - your mother had invited family members from across the country to celebrate your first step into adulthood. Many of them are beautiful, and possessing eyes and an attraction to women, you couldn't help but notice the curve of their breasts and hips. It's a shame they're related. But you can still fantasize about plowing them. Well, you realize now, you had been dumb and horny thinking that, especially when some like your Aunt had chosen to stay the night in your house. Hotels are expensive. So is fucking up like you just did.

"I can explain!" you say while pressing down on your hard cock.

"Explain? Explain?" your aunt says in a furious whisper, and the door locks behind her with a terrifying finality. The white lights click on and make your attempt at modesty useless. She breathes in deeply, puts her arms to the side of her waist, and you brace for another one of her religious lectures. She loves giving them. You feel bad for her daughters and husband. You feel really bad for yourself now. "Sin doesn't need an explanation. You-you," your Aunt Lacy is almost too angry to speak, "don't you remember the story of Onan?"

"I—"

"He spilled his seed on the ground!" She doesn't wait for you to answer. She marches right up to you. Her black hair falls to the mid-back, her sizable breasts heave in her blue nightgown, and her brown eyes are livid. They also gaze up and down your body—especially your cock, which is still hard to your continued shame—and something indescribable flashes on her face. It becomes more intense when a drop of pre-cum drips down onto the floor.

It's the worst thing your balls could have done. It's also the best.

"Porn. Masturbation. Sin. Danger to the soul!" You scoot your rolling chair back a couple feet, ceding everything to her without a fight. Then her full ass fills your vision. Her nightgown rises improperly as she bends over your keyboard. There's a teasing shadow between the thighs. Your aunt closes the explicit video. Then she's turning around and up in your personal space.

You don't say anything. It's not just because you're a coward. There's a feeling of tightness from the interrupted relief. The sight of a forty-year old sexy woman, even if she's your aunt, is making your cock throb. Another drop of pre-cum falls. It hits her bare foot.

Stillness.

"Disgraceful. Your seed should spill inside a woman," your Aunt Lacy says, and you realize that your world is about to change. "I see the path now. It's too late to undo your masturbation. But we can still rob the devil of his prize. Your sin can be cleansed." Her hard brown eyes soften. "Nephew, you must trust me. Do not be alarmed at what I promise."

"What are you..."

"Nephew, you must release inside my womb." Her nightgown falls to the floor.

You try to come to terms with the absurdity. Your aunt's breasts, exposed. Your aunt's pussy, trimmed and inviting. Your aunt's brown eyes, focused. Your aunt's womb, now the assigned home of your seed. Her every word is beyond belief. Her hands rest on her nude waist, bare chest still heaving, and you almost miss the next words in shock. "Please listen to me nephew. I know you don't like to talk about church. But this is very important. Yet...it's your choice. I cannot save a lamb who wishes to throw itself into danger."

You should think through this more. It's ****. You're also eighteen and a day. Plus, you were fantasizing about plowing your relatives mere minutes ago. There's a significant diversion of blood to your cock. So instead you voice a practical concern. "Condoms? Protection?"

Aunt Lacy scoffs. "Didn't you hear me speak? Do my words fall on deaf ears? Your seed must spill inside a womb. And don't talk to me about those devilish pills—I use the cycle method. Today is not a safe day, but we do what we must." So that's why she has four adult daughters.

It's dangerous. Risky. But you're a virgin. "I-I accept your help, Aunt Lacy."

"Good. Sit on the bed, nephew."

You do. Your clothes fly off, settling into the pile of dirty laundry—your aunt frowns at that—then your bare ass is in the center of the bed. Your aunt joins you. In this intimate setting, you smell her flowery perfume. You hear the springs in your bed creak with her delicate weight. You see every line of her curvy hips, acknowledge the work she did after births to achieve a thin stomach, trace large breasts and erect nipples, and catch the licking of her pink lips as she checks you out. Her brown eyes flick back up to yours after resting on your cock. Her facial features are similar but different than your mother. Sharper cheekbones, a thinness in the eyebrows, the positioning of the nose. But both are equally beautiful.

"You've been blessed," your aunt says. Then she climbs atop your lap. You brace at the changing balance, one hand touching her skin with hesitation, the other behind you and pressing against the covers. Your aunt says nothing of your grope. She's busy aligning your cock with her pussy. The feminine touch is your first. You catch a wetness there between her shifting fingers. Then you feel it as she sheathes your cock in one smooth motion.

"Aunt Lacy!" you say in pleasure. She's tight. Warm. Inviting. Your seven inches move into a dream home. Her ass rests fully on your thighs.

You're no longer a virgin. It only took your aunt catching you mid-masturbation.

"You're big, nephew," she says, catching her breath. She adjusts before you do, rolling her hips in seconds. "Do not indulge more in the carnal delights than you must." She shows 'must' is a broad spectrum. Her brown eyes lock yours. Her left hand caresses your chest, your thigh, the connection between your dick and her pussy, and your churning balls. Her other hand provides stimulus to her nipples. Aunt Lacy gasps. Her wetness increases.

Then you start fucking. Your hips push up into her, matching her practiced rhythm. Your hand loses restraint on her body, touching every part of a woman you've ever wished to. Aunt Lacy moans when you join her fingers in caresses to the breasts. She jolts in pleasure when you treasure her stomach, a blush forming when you say: "The work you put into your body is magnificent. You've treated it as a temple." Her hips widen minutely when you stroke the outside of her pussy, and she accepts the palming of her ass with an encouraging push.

When you kiss her, she closes her eyes and accepts your tongue.

Then you feel it coming. "Aunt Lacy, I'm about to cum!" You say that to her right ear, your mouth previously kissing her neck for the past dozen seconds.

"Let it out," she says, gasping in pleasure. In acceptance. Her pussy tightens in encouragement.

You do. There's cum. A lot of cum. You spill your seed into your aunt's womb five times in quick succession. You're groaning with each jerk of your hips. Your aunt sighs happily and lustfully.

Stillness. The comfort of skin-on-skin. The shared bliss and trust from a delightful fuck.

Then the post-nut clarity hits. "Your husband!" you say in horror. "Mom!"

"What about them?" Aunt Lacy is resting her chin on your shoulders, arms around your back, sitting with your softening cock inside. The corner of her brown eyes meet yours with confidence. "They'll understand. You shouldn't masturbate."

"W-what about pregnancy?"

"I won't abort if that's what your asking. My husband will raise it with me—should it happen, of course." Oh. Your cock likes. Another spurt of cum leaves it. The chances of conception increase. "Ah. I felt that. So much already...If you have anything else left nephew, please release it."

This time, she orgasms.