I seduced my nephew's friend by the pool [MF]

Over 15 years ago, I had a pool at my house, and I could tell that summer had begun when I got a call asking, "Aunt Cate, can we use the pool?" And then I would have a half dozen or more kids running around the house until the end of summer. Eric was one of my nephew's closest friends during that time. They were practically joined at the hips until Eric's family moved away. They kept in touch for a while, but unfortunately, my nephew and Eric fell out of touch.

Almost 10 years later, I had moved as well. I was living alone, in a completely new city. I was in a supermarket one day when someone called my name. I turned to find Eric's mum. We got to talking and I found out that they lived just a couple of doors down from my place. By then, my nephew was living on the other side of the country, so I helped him and Eric reconnect. They ended up making plans to meet during the coming summer, and even organised a small reunion with their old friends. I suggested hosting it at my place since I had a pool and they could relive their old summers. In the end, almost half of the kids from back then made the trip, and most stayed at my place. The kids were now in college and nearly old enough to drink. Eric, at 19, was the youngest of the bunch.

I did not interact much with them during the week or so the reunion lasted because I had work. I trusted my nephew to keep my house mostly intact during the day. And he did a good job, except for a concerning number of empty pizza boxes in the garbage every day.

At the end of the reunion, the boys started clearing out. But since Eric was living in town, I invited him to keep using my pool during the summer if he wished. He accepted my invitation, and I really had no nefarious intentions at the time. He came by once or twice every week. Then, I took some time off work.

That meant I was at home when he came over, and I started noticing that he had grown up into something lovely: tall, lean and broad-shouldered, with the kind of muscular build that I did not at all mind eyeing when he got out of the pool. His wet trunks were clinging so tight they left nothing to the imagination. And sometimes I would catch Eric stealing glances at me as I walked around the kitchen or watered the planters by the pool, so I think we were even. But then the little devil on my shoulder started whispering in my ear.

I started by setting my lounge chair closer to the deep end and sunbathing while wearing swimsuits that hid little. I caught furtive, burning glances whenever I pretended to be engrossed in the book I was reading, or bent over to pick up towels. Not only that, after I mentioned that I would be home, Eric started turning up every day. I escalated by joining Eric in the pool, watching his gaze flicker to my legs, my hips, the sway of my breasts as I climbed the pool ladder. I pretended not to notice his looks while we chatted about mundane things by the pool.

Then, I decided to push the issue. I was by the pool when Eric arrived. I had finished swimming and was stretched out on a pool chair, letting the water dry off my skin and hair. I planned to do the good old-fashioned ‘can you put some lotion on me?' play and see where that took us.

Eric got changed and came out, but before he got in the pool, I called him over to me. And as he came over, I could see that Eric had already noticed me, and a telltale bulge had formed in his trunks. He stopped slightly to the side, trying unsuccessfully to hide his obvious erection. I decided to be direct and skip the lotion bit. I asked him if he liked staring at me. I was looking at him, and I saw his bulge twitch. I looked directly into his eyes as he blushed and stammered incoherently. I told him to come closer, relishing the way he squirmed. He did, moving out from behind the chair and coming right next to me. He was shaking a little, but his eyes never left mine.

I asked him if he had ever seen a grown woman naked. He sucked in a breath, then shook his head. I smiled, then reached for the knot of my bikini top. His eyes widened as I untied it and let the triangles of fabric fall away, exposing my breasts to the summer heat, to his gaze. He did not blink. His trunks, already tight, jumped again.

I shifted my gaze to his trunks. He was noticeably hung; his cock strained against the thin material. He saw my look, and he blushed even deeper, but this time he had a small grin on his face. I think he knew he was hung. I asked him to show me, and he nodded so fast I almost laughed. He peeled off his trunks, his hands trembling, and his cock sprang free, flushed and thick and already slick at the tip. I let him stand there for a second before I reached out and tugged his trunks all the way down and then wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him twitch and stiffen even more. His cock was lovely. I looked up at him and asked if I could suck him.

He moaned, actually moaned, and furiously nodded his head. His cock twitched in my hand. The wetness from the head dribbled onto my hand. I stroked him, just once; he shivered, then looked down at me like a lost puppy. I leaned forward and licked the head, tasting him. Then I took the head into my mouth, slow and deliberate, letting him feel the heat and wetness. He gasped, his hands moving in a grasping motion, his hips jerking forward with a force he could barely control. I teased him with my tongue, swirling around the crown, then slowly pushed deeper, feeling his whole body tense and then shudder as he fought to keep from exploding right then and there.

I played him expertly, using my hands, my tongue, the gentle scrape of my teeth. I slowed down every time he got close, stopping just long enough to let him catch his breath before starting again. Eric was vocal. Every moan, every whimper, every gasp was music to my ears as I sucked his cock.

With my best efforts, Eric could not help himself. I could see his balls draw up, his hips stutter, his whole body tense in a final, futile attempt to hold back. I braced my hands on his thighs and swallowed him deeper. He groaned my name, and then he came, hard, flooding my mouth with his first load. I held him there, sucking gently, milking several more loads out of him until he was shivering and nearly limp, before slowly pulling away. Eric staggered a little, and I put my arms around his hip and dragged him onto the chair with me.

His eyes were wide with disbelief, his face a mix of awe and embarrassment. I smiled and kissed his cheek, tasting his sweat. For a moment, we lay back on the chair in the mid-afternoon sun. Eric shifted against me as he kicked off his trunks. A few moments passed, and I saw Eric's gaze dart to my bare breasts. With a laugh, I took his hand, telling him that I just sucked his cock and he could do more than just look.

He looked sheepish, but his hand landed on my chest, then more boldly cupped my breast, then thumbed my nipple, making it pebble up under his touch. His touch was hesitant and unpractised. I relaxed back into the chair and let him explore, watching the way his gaze flicked from the bead of water on my nipple to the curve of my waist.

Eric glanced up, as if asking for permission, and I nodded. He smiled and his hands grew braver, running over my ribs, my belly, tracing the seam of my bikini bottoms low on my hips.

I took his hand and moved him, shifting so that he knelt between my parted legs, my body slick and warm under the relentless sun. I let his hand go and pulled at the strings of my bikini bottoms. They peeled away with a faint wet sound, the triangles of fabric slapping softly against my thigh, and then it was just me, naked in the open daylight under Eric's gaze. For a moment, he stared at the shaved paleness between my legs before, almost reverently, putting his hands on my hips, steadying himself. I saw movement between his legs as he came to life again.

I reached for him. He leaned forward, and I pulled him on top of me. His skin was slick with sweat. He gripped the armrests on either side of my hips so he was not entirely on top of me. I took his cock in my hand and guided it, the slick head slipping easily against my lips. We both watched; I parted for him and drew him in, the stretch just right. Eric shuddered again, and for a moment I thought he might come immediately, but he paused, holding himself deep and steady.

Eric stared at where our bodies joined, his eyes wild, then looked up at me, like he wasn't sure what was happening. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and squeezed him, pulling his face down towards mine until we kissed. His hips moved cautiously at first, every muscle in his body trembling, but soon enough his rhythm caught, becoming insistent and desperate. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, gasping every time he bottomed out, and I whispered encouragement in his ear, between shallow breaths, wrapping my legs around him, tilting myself so that he sank even deeper. Eric whimpered and drove himself forward, the lounge chair creaking beneath us.

When Eric came again, he clung to me, trembling as he filled me up. The moment after, he was almost delirious, blinking in the glare, forehead pressed to my collarbone, his cock still twitching inside me. He was so sweet in that moment - boneless and stunned, the weight of him heavy and hot on me. I let him breathe, my fingers combing through his damp hair, until he finally shifted. His softening cock slid out, and I could feel his cum spill out of me. I kept my hand on his back so he wouldn't move away. I angled my hips, letting him see the slick, messy shine between my thighs.

Eric was still avidly watching as I reached my hand down and slipped two fingers between my thighs and brought them to my mouth, tasting the slick mix of us with a slight, satisfied hum. His eyes almost popped out of his head.

I laughed, moving my hand back down again. Eric's eyes followed, and without my telling him, his hand followed. His fingers found their way between my lips. Eric groaned, low and hot against me as my softness enveloped his fingers. His fingers moved inside me, inexpertly curling and pushing against me.

I took his wrist and guided him. I curled his fingers just so, coaxing him to press up and in, dragging the sensations through me. I lifted his hand, pressed the pad down to the slick knot of my clit, and showed him the pressure I liked. He learned fast. My thighs tightened around his wrist as he found it. His fingers moved with a little more purpose. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations he was giving me. Every time I exhaled, I felt his pace hitch; every time I whimpered, he pressed a little firmer. I tangled my fingers in his hair and bit my bottom lip as he drove me closer and closer.

His gaze flicked between my parted lips and my face. His fingers grew steadier, confident, until I was panting softly and my thighs were trembling against his sides, until I came hard; a rolling, electrical pulse that ran through me, and I squeezed his hand between my thighs. I heard myself swear as the chair creaked under us.

Opening my thighs, I lifted his hand, now wet with my wetness and his cum. I took him by the wrist and sucked his fingers into my mouth. Eric's face was pure awe as I sucked the taste of us from his trembling fingers. I licked them slowly and deeply, letting the gesture become something both filthy and absurdly tender.

I stood, stretching, giving Eric a full, unashamed view of my naked body in the sunlight. He looked at me with wide eyes, mouth slightly gaping. Such naked desire felt thrilling. I tugged him to his feet. We stumbled to the built-in steps, and the water was cool. I sank into the water until it covered my breasts.

Eric waded in after me, and I turned around to face him. As he reached me, I hooked my ankles behind his calves under the water and drew him close. I pressed my mouth to his, slow, letting him taste me, letting him feel the lazy drag of lips and tongue. He kissed back with newfound courage, hands tentative at first, then firmer as he cupped my ass underwater and pulled me against him. He stirred again, insistent against my belly. I slid my hand down between us and felt him, already thickening, eager under my fingers. His head tipped back, throat bared to the white sky. I kissed his throat, his collarbone, tasting salt.

I guided him, and we drifted to the shallow end. I guided Eric to sit on the top step, sunlight pooling over his shoulders. He watched, silent now, as I straddled his thighs, guiding his hard length with my hand and sank down onto him in one slow, wet slide, both of us moaning at the feeling. His hands flew to my hips and held on to me firmly.

He looked at me, eyes huge and adoring. I rolled my hips, slow and deep, a long glide. I took his face in my wet hands, watching him as I ground down on him.

He tried to thrust up into me, instinctively, and I smiled and pinned him with my thighs, whispering to him to let me do it. The command thrilled him; I felt it in the way he trembled. I rode him slowly. He groaned, helpless, fingers tightening, released, tightened again. I reached down between us, found my clit, and circled lazily. My other hand in his hair, I tugged his mouth to my breast. He latched clumsily, teeth grazing, then suddenly bit down, and the shock of it tipped me over the edge. I came with a rough gasp and then a softer, longer moan, wordless this time. He followed a heartbeat later with a groan. I bore my hips down on him, burying him deep inside me as he filled me, his whole body shaking.

We stayed wrapped around each other while our breathing slowed, the water cooling our flushed skin. Eric kissed my breasts; his face pressed against them.

After a moment, I pulled back a little and cupped his jaw and kissed him, slow and sweet. Finally, I broke the kiss and asked if he would come over tomorrow.

His answering smile was immediate. He stumbled over his words as he told me he would.

I told him that was good because tomorrow, I would show him how to make me cum with just his mouth.

And, my pool got no more use during the rest of the summer.