Chapter 7

When I woke up the next morning, I had hoped that last night was just a dream. I really hoped my cousin Sasha, who was like a younger sister to me, hadn’t kissed me deeply on the lips before saying goodnight. The smell of breakfast cooking distracted me from my thoughts and forced me to throw on some clothes before heading downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen expecting to see Aunt Rita at the stove, but what I didn’t expect was for her to be wearing nothing but a thong under her apron. Her ass jiggled like jello as she moved her arms around to cook whatever she was making, and her boobs strained to be released from behind the apron. My cock throbbed to life and within seconds was pitching a massive tent in my pajama pants. I just stood and stared at her perfectly round ass until she eventually turned and saw me looking.

“Finally up, huh? Must’ve had a late night.”

“Huh?” was all I could muster as I forced my eyes up to meet hers. Either she somehow hadn’t noticed my massive erection, or she just didn’t care. She just walked right past me and brought the plates to the table, showing off her ass as she put them down.

“I said you must’ve had a late night, it’s already ten in the morning.”

“Oh, not really. I guess I was just tired,” I lied, knowing that I had trouble staying asleep due to Sasha’s kiss lingering on my lips. I walked over to the table and sat down, my iron rod of a cock clearly visible through my pants and beneath the glass table. Still, Aunt Rita wasn’t saying anything about it. “So, uh, what’s with the getup?”

“Gavin, I haven’t been entirely truthful with you, and I want to clear the air about a few things.” I nodded along, entranced with her. She began untying her apron and slipped it off, freeing her impressive globes. They bounced as they were set loose, taking a moment to settle themselves on her chest. If I had to guess, I’d say they were 32G. They were fucking massive. “Janet didn’t actually take me to a nude beach. She took me to a nude resort for four weeks.” I was stunned. A nude resort? “While I was there, I learned to appreciate my body in a way I never thought possible. Not just my body, but all bodies. The human form is a work of art, and while clothes can accentuate it, nothing beats the natural beauty of the naked form. When I came back, I knew I couldn’t live a clothed life anymore, so I started living nude around the house. It was a little awkward at first, being the only nude person here, but soon enough I grew comfortable and enjoyed it. I more than enjoyed it, I loved it. It was liberating. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, either. It just felt natural. It felt right.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My Aunt, a nudist? Does that mean she was only wearing clothes until she could drop this bomb on me?

“After a few months, Sasha began to dip her toes into the lifestyle. At first it was just topless for her, but gradually she became more and more comfortable, going fully nude like me after about half a year. For over a year, we’ve been living nude in this house, and it’s been one of the best years of my life. Your Uncle Carl joins in occasionally on the weekends, but it isn’t really his thing, and that’s perfectly acceptable. It doesn’t have to be your thing either. But it was hard for me and Sasha to wear clothes the last few days and we’d like to go back to living the way we were.”

I was struggling to find the words, any words, to say to her.

“No, I understand, Rita. I get that you wanna be comfortable in your own home. I don’t wanna take that away from you,” I said, but not really comprehending what I was saying. She got up and gave me a tight hug, pressing her voluptuous breasts into me.

“I’m so happy you understand, Gavin.” She let me go and sat back down, her tits shaking until they settled again. She reached a hand out and laid it on my hand, soft and smooth. Her skin was like silk. “Like I said before, there’s absolutely no pressure for you to join us. You have no obligation to be nude around us.” I looked over her, and my eyes inadvertently landed on her thong, a pink lacy affair that really didn’t leave much to the imagination. “I figured I should leave these on until you get more settled,” she said with a wink as she shot a glance down at my enormous erection. It was threatening to break through my pants at this point. I drew my hand from under hers and tried to cover myself, but to no avail.

“I’m so sorry, Rita, I didn’t even realize.” That was a lie. “I didn’t mean to get like this, I promise.” That was the truth.

“It’s perfectly natural, Gavin, these things happen. You’re young, and quite frankly I’m just happy I still have an effect on the young guys,” she said with a laugh, but I definitely wasn’t laughing. I forced a smile, but not much more. “You don’t need to be ashamed of it, that’s the whole point of this. You should feel comfortable in your body, no matter what it does.” She started eating her breakfast and started a conversation about how she was excited to watch the upcoming Beşiktaş Escort women’s tennis tournament. I couldn’t believe she was able to just forget about being naked and forget about my boner and talk about something so mundane, but it helped to kind of ease me into the whole situation.

My erection began to subside as we ate and talked, and I thought I might be able to deal with this after all, but then Sasha walked in and my jaw dropped. She was as naked as the day she was born, her tits bouncing gently on her chest with each step, her hips swaying as she walked. At this point I couldn’t stop myself from staring anymore, and just admired her tits in all their glory. They were smaller than Aunt Rita’s, but not by much. They had to be a 32F, almost as big as her mom’s. They hardly had any sag and sat perfectly round on her chest, with areolas that were begging to be sucked and nipples that could cut diamonds. My eyes inevitably trailed down her body, admiring her incredible stomach, toned and defined by muscles, and then my eyes hit her pelvis.

Her bush was trimmed into a neat triangle, pointing directly down to her puffy pussy lips. They were gorgeous. The absolute best pussy lips I had ever seen in my life. They were puffed up and curled into each other, not showing any labia whatsoever, not that showing labia was a bad thing. But those lips, god I could kiss those lips for hours and hours, letting my tongue explore the surface before seeking what laid between them.

My cock lurched painfully and smacked into the glass table. It wasn’t a loud sound, but it was absolutely noticeable. It was pulsing with my rapidly increasing heart rate, shaking and throbbing beneath my pants. It took all my willpower not to cum right there. Sasha glanced at my cock, barely paying any attention to it. Instead, she turned and went to the stove to get some breakfast that had been left in the pan for her. She bent down to grab a plate from a cabinet, even though there were plates on the counter right beside her. As she bent over, her incredible ass spread slightly and gave me a view of her puffy lips and a hint of her brown eye. That was all it took to send me over the edge, as my cock erupted in a fountain of cum inside my pants. My cum soaked my pants, leaving a massive wet stain on the front, and I couldn’t help from groaning as my balls emptied themselves.

My vision blurred for a moment, but when it cleared I saw both Aunt Rita and Sasha staring at the fresh cum stain in my pants. I got up and raced to my room before anyone could say anything about what just happened, slamming the door behind me. I got out of my pants, noticing that the cum had dripped down the legs, leaving a long dark line down the back of the pants that they probably saw as I left the kitchen. I threw the covers of my bed over my naked body and sulked, afraid I was about to get kicked out or sent someplace else. I had just cum in front of my aunt and my cousin, and they were the reason for it. There was no excuse I could make, no explanation I could come up with if confronted.

My aunt and cousin made me cum in my pants at the kitchen table.

I was ashamed of myself. Sick to my stomach, I couldn’t believe what I had just done. A light knock at my door ripped me from my guilty thoughts as Aunt Rita opened the door slightly and poked her head in.

“Is it okay if I come in, sweetie?”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

“I just wanna talk, is that okay?”

“Fine.” I said reluctantly. The door opened all the way and she walked in, a t-shirt covering her breasts, but still only wearing panties. I guessed she decided it would be better to at least try to appear a little more modest.

“What happened back there, it’s completely natural.”

“No it’s not, you guys are family. I’m sick.”

“No you’re not, and don’t ever think that. Maybe we just rushed into it too quickly without giving you time to adjust, but I promise you it’s not unnatural. I’ll go talk with Sasha and we’ll go more slowly so that you can ease into it, it would be awful to make you walk around all day sporting that monster,” she said, pointing at my crotch. I instinctively threw my hands over it even though it was hidden beneath my covers. “You don’t have to hide it, honestly. Be proud of your virility and, well, your size. I’m sure the ladies must love you.”

“Rita, please.”

“I can’t compliment my nephew?”

“Well, maybe not my, you know…”

“It’s just another part of your body, like your arms or legs. Don’t be ashamed of what’s naturally a part of you. That’s the whole point.” She leaned over and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the forehead. I closed my eyes, partly so that I wasn’t looking at her ample cleavage, and partly because it felt nice. My cock stirred beneath me, against my will. She pulled away and patted my thighs beneath the covers. “Don’t feel bad about needing to relieve yourself either.”

“Rita!” I complained.

“Come back down whenever you’re Beylikdüzü Escort feeling more comfortable. I’m gonna get ready to do my yoga if you’d like to join me.” And with that, she got up and strutted out of my room, her ass bouncing with each step. Even though I had just unleashed one of the biggest orgasms of my life, my cock lurched at the sight of her ass eating her thong. She shut the door behind her, leaving me and my now growing erection alone.

Chapter 8

I sat in bed, trying to figure out what to do. It seemed like Aunt Rita was really understanding of the whole situation and didn’t want me feeling uncomfortable about it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that what I did was wrong somehow. But if she was so convinced that it was okay, then there wasn’t really much I could do about it. If anything, maybe I should try and embrace nudity, and hopefully that would make it easier to accept hers and Sasha’s nudity.

I got out of bed, still naked, cock now softening. I threw on a pair of loose boxers and decided I would try and free myself, bit by bit. Maybe Aunt Rita was right and I needed to embrace it. I had just cum in front of her and Sasha and she was still trying to encourage me to feel proud of my body, so hopefully she was telling the truth and really wouldn’t mind my inevitable erections.

I decided to put on a t-shirt just to feel a bit more covered, not completely ready to go more natural, and went downstairs to join Aunt Rita for yoga. She was in the living room, doing some stretches. It was a spacious room, with a nice black leather couch, a glass coffee table with a wooden frame and legs, a massive 70″ tv on the wall, and a speaker system set up underneath. And in the center of the room was Aunt Rita doing stretches in nothing but a t-shirt and panties.

I hadn’t paid attention to the t-shirt when she was in my room, but looking at it now it was certainly sexy on her. Her boobs were so big that the bottom of the shirt hung off them with probably five inches of separation between the bottom of the t-shirt and her stomach. When she bent down to stretch, it rode up and you could see a healthy amount of underboob.

Aunt Rita stood up and saw me standing at the entrance to the room in just a t-shirt and boxers, and her face lit up.

“Gavin! I’m so glad you decided to join me!” She walked over and gave me a hug, her tits pressing into my chest. I returned the hug and wrapped my arms around her, feeling my cock lurch forward but not attempting to hide it anymore.

“Thank you for talking to me, Rita. I’ll try and get more comfortable with this…with everything. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home.”

“It’s your home too, honey, don’t forget that.” She pulled back right before my erection was about to poke into her stomach. “Let’s get you stretched out!” She led me through a bunch of stretches to get me loose and limber before we started with actual yoga poses. My cock continued to harden as I watched her boobs shift around with each movement. Every time her back turned to me I couldn’t help looking at her round ass. I still couldn’t believe how big it was. At one point she bent down to touch her toes and her cheeks began to spread open, almost revealing the thong that had been devoured by them. I felt my cock straining in my boxers but made no attempt to hide it. The head was now poking out of the left leg, engorged and still not even full mast.

After we finished stretching, she glanced down at my crotch. “If you think you’d be more comfortable, you’re more than welcome to pull those boxers down. I don’t know how easy it’ll be for you to do some of these poses like that.” It would definitely be more comfortable physically, but I wasn’t so sure it would be more comfortable mentally. She still hadn’t actually seen my full cock yet, and I was hesitant to just let it out.

“I don’t know, Rita, I can probably make it work.” She walked over to me, maintaining eye contact. Her emerald eyes stared deep into my soul. She was now close enough that my cock head was only inches from her stomach.

“Gavin, all I want is for you to feel comfortable in your skin around me. Do you trust me?” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers but didn’t pull down. She was waiting for my response. I gulped.

“I do.”

In one smooth motion, she bent down and took my boxers with her. The waistband travelled down my shaft halfway down to my knee before it glided past the head of my cock and unleashed the beast. My member sprang loose, no longer constrained by anything, and smacked Aunt Rita in the chin as she continued pulling my boxers down. She gave no reaction and simply pulled them all the way down until they were around my feet, my cock lumbering over her head. As she stood up, she bumped into it, not attempting to avoid it, but still said nothing about it. When she was standing upright again, my cock was as hard as a rock and fully erect. All nine inches of it were on display Beyoğlu Escort and it poked into her stomach, but she paid no attention. She just smiled and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t say anything.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better?” I just nodded slowly, unable to speak. She turned around and let my cock graze the side of her ass before she walked over to her yoga mat. “Okay, let’s start with some basic standing poses to warm up our bodies.” She walked me through a bunch of simple poses that stretched us out and got us limber. My balls hung heavy as I could feel the cum building up, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the yoga. Just being bottomless around my Aunt was turning out to be a lot more erotic than I anticipated, and I was actually starting to enjoy it, getting some kind of pleasure from showing off in front of her. Every so often she would glance at my cock, and her gaze would always send a shiver down my spine and cause my cock to twitch. She didn’t say anything about it, though, and just kept doing yoga as if nothing was out of the ordinary. And for her, maybe nothing was.

“This next pose is called the cat-cow stretch. Just try as best you can to follow my lead.” She got down on her hands and knees, giving me a view of her side profile. She arched her back down, creating a “U” shape, her tits pointing down, squeezed between her arms, and her ass jutting out to the sky. She looked divine. I swore I could see an aura around her body as she got into the pose. My cock was begging for release, but I ignored it and tried to copy her pose.

I was having trouble arching my back the way she did, and she must’ve noticed, because the next thing I knew she was gently pressing my back down into position with one hand, using her other hand to press upwards on my pelvis, right above where my pubes would’ve been if I didn’t shave. Her hands pressured delicately but with a sense of firmness, and she helped put me into position. I gasped at her touch; my balls ready to burst at any moment. If she moved the hand on my pelvis any lower, I was sure I would cum.

“You’re so tense, sweetie, I can feel it in your muscles,” she said without acknowledging my raging erecting just inches from her hand. I was in absolute shock. Her hand was inches from my cock. Her soft, delicate hands. The motherly hands that helped raise me. I don’t know if I had ever been as turned on as I was right then. And just before my cock reached its breaking point, she released her hands and walked back to her mat. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, thankful that I didn’t cum in front of her again.

We finished up with a few sitting poses, the final one being the lotus pose. We faced each other, my cock pointing directly at her, but she never said a word about it.

“Are you still feeling tensed up, sweetie?” she asked in a motherly tone.

“Um, yeah, I guess a little.” The understatement of a lifetime.

“When I was at the resort, we practiced yoga in pairs, like the way we are now, in order to build a trusting partnership. After each session, we would give our partners a massage to release any excess stress and tension still residing in the body.” I had an idea of where this was going and I wasn’t sure I liked it. My penis, on the other hand, loved it. “If you’re comfortable with it, I want to make sure you aren’t harboring any tension in your body. It’s not healthy and it takes away the progress we make in our yoga sessions”.

Aunt Rita stood up and walked over to me until she was standing above me. I looked up as she reached out her hand to help me up, able to see up her shirt. An impressive amount of underboob greeted me as I looked up, straining my cock even further than it already had. Reluctantly, I took her hand and stood up, but instead of letting go, she held my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Holding her hand and watching her ass jiggle and bounce so close in front of me was the ultimate tease, and it took an immense amount of willpower not to shower her ass in cum. The walk up the stairs was particularly torturous.

When we got to her room, I saw a massage table off to the side of her king size bed. It was draped in a towel and a bottle of oil was on the floor next to it.

“Go ahead and take your shirt off, and lie down on your stomach,” she told me. I did as I was told, eager to hide my face and not have to look at her. My cock pressed into my stomach as I laid down on the table, completely naked in front of my Aunt. In the back of my mind I could tell this wasn’t right, but I was too horny and delirious from holding back my orgasm to deny her. So there I was, nude, waiting for my Aunt to massage me. If you had told me a week ago that this would happen I would’ve called you crazy.

I felt Aunt Rita’s presence to my left as she reached down and grabbed the bottle of oil. She squirted some out onto her hand, put the bottle down and began rubbing it into her other hand.

“This’ll be cold at first, but it warms up quickly.” Before I could respond she put her hands on my upper back near my shoulders and began to rub with a delicate precision. I shuddered at the cold oil and the touch of her hand, but immediately fell into a trance-like state, her hands washing away the stress that was buried in my skin. Her hands moved up and down and around my shoulders, kneading and prodding, exploring my nooks and crannies. It was bliss.