Our little nephew suckles on wife...
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Authors note: This is my first work published, and I hope you like it. You can find me at incarefree at protonmail.com or on Wickr under the name incarefree. I’m interested in a wide variety of fetish subjects, but this story with my wife Carey has made me cum so many times I just thought I’d share it with you. As with all things, please support ASSTR. Thx, Jay.
My wife, Carey, never had kids of her own, but when her sister had two, she treated them like they were hers. One boy and one girl. Jesse was the youngest by three years, and Carey always had a fondness for boys. They were rough and tumble, easy to tickle, and they were so snugly.
Jesse was one when this story happened. We often kept one or both kids for a day or so each weekend, giving mom and dad a much needed break. I remember this moment so clearly. It was so unexpected, but beautiful, too.
We were out by our pool. It was just Jesse with us that Saturday. His big sister Laney was off somewhere with another family member. Carey had a new bandeau top on and it was the first really warm day of Spring. She wanted some color on her shoulders and it looked really cute on her. By this point, Carey was 32 and had put on a few pounds, but they were well-placed and I think she still felt very sexy wearing things that showed off her body.
Jesse was hungry and started reaching for Carey's breast. I laughed and said in a mock serious voice, "No, no, buddy, not going to get lucky there!"
Carey giggled and Jesse just gave me that blank look that toddlers have sometimes. His response? He just kept on reaching. I wasn't paying close attention until I heard a little squeal from Carey. Jesse had managed to pop her breast right out of that top.
"Atta boy," I said approvingly. Carey gave me a droll look.
But just as she started to readjust herself, he sucked in her nipple.
Her laugh became a sharp intake of breath. Carey has always been a nipple sensitive girl, and I've made her cum countless times by simply sucking her pert nipples.
My curiosity turned to arousal. Her chest, neck and face quickly got a bit of color that didn't come from the sun. She was excited! Her breathing was short and quick. I was looking at them both, but she was just looking at Jesse. That little boy was sucking her tit for all he was worth. He was looking for a snack and she was getting a surprise orgasm!
All of this had only been about a minute. We were in our backyard by the pool and there is my lovely wife, with one breast out suckling a toddler. But if you were sitting as close as I was, you knew that her clit was rock hard and she was about to have an orgasm from the feeling of his little mouth around her nipple. She always got that redness on her chest and neck and face when she was really aroused. And add to that her breathing was erratic.
I almost couldn't speak, I was so turned on. But I managed to get out a sentence in a small voice. "Take your other tit out, baby. Give him both breasts."
She looked up at me for the first time. Her eyes were almost feverish as she absorbed the words. She looked at me, then looked at my crotch and saw that my cock was straining against my thin shorts.
In a fluid motion, she kept Jesse attached at her right breast and managed to pull her left breast out of its confinement. I couldn't take it anymore, either, and just pulled my shorts down to my ankles so I could touch myself as I watched this vision play out in front of me. Carey alternately looked at me stroking my cock and Jesse sucking her tits. Her right hand found its way underneath the toddler as she began to squeeze her pussy through her jeans.
She was close. I could tell by her breathing. She was going to cum and cum hard. Seeing her exposed like that in the backyard, playing with herself and letting her nephew suckle her, all open to view of the neighbors, was too much for me. I sucked in my breath and started to ejaculate ribbons of cum. One of the first shoots went far enough to land on Jesse's arm. Carey smiled devilishly and scooped up the cum with her fingers. She rubbed her wet finger on her exposed left nipple. She then moved Jesse so he would change breasts. He went without complaint. And as his little mouth clamped over that wet nipple, she licked her fingers clean.
The tabooness of it all sent her over the edge. She actually bucked in her chair at the force of her cum. In all the upheaval, Jesse squeezed her right breast as he kept his mouth attached to her left. Feeling his hands on her and knowing what she was doing with him sent her spasming through her orgasm.
It took a few moments for us to hear the birds chirping and feel the wind blowing. I think we were both feeling a little overwhelmed by what we'd just done. At the same time, it was just so unbelievably erotic to see her with him and to share in that moment.
I leaned over and kissed her. Jesse was still nestled in her arms and was suckling her left breast.
"Can we go inside," I asked, "and see what other trouble we can get into?"
She smiled at me and just stood up, not bothering to cover herself or readjust her top or Jesse, and followed me into the house.
I walked into the kitchen off the deck and held the door while she followed with Jesse. The little guy was still suckling hard; his cheeks were sunken and he even seemed to be chewing a little with his gums.
“What was that?” I whispered, as though I was afraid someone could overhear me. Why did I worry about that once I was in the house, I had no idea. I clearly wasn’t thinking straight in this moment.
I had just witnessed my wife do something kinky beyond my wildest imaginations. And I had clearly enjoyed every moment of it.
Carey sat on the bar stool next to the island. She was still breathing heavy, and she was still holding Jesse tightly. I loved seeing his little hand on her breast. He seemed to be squeezing her tit in the same rhythm that he was suckling and chewing the other one. It was still so erotic to see Carey sitting topless while a toddler kept her a state of arousal. The color in her chest and on her face hadn’t diminished at all. She was still flushed and was clearly still blinded by hormones.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking a little confused. But nothing changed. Jesse kept nursing and Carey kept holding him in place.
I had pulled up my shorts when I came into the house, but watching her was straining my cock again. I couldn’t help myself, just sitting there and watching my pretty wife expose herself to this little one was the stuff of wet dreams, perverted wet dreams, mind you, but still…
It was at that moment that I had an idea. An idea unlike anything I’d thought before. I’d never been particularly attracted to toddlers, much less boys, but in that space it was all I could think about.
“Take off your jeans, baby,” I whispered.
“Take off your jeans and your panties. Please strip naked for me,” I asked, “and Jesse.”
She looked at me sharply at that. She looked like she wanted to say something like “no,” but she couldn’t. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at her naked breasts and the little boy sucking away. Something clicked in her mind in just that glance.
I stood up and walked over to her. I reached out for Jesse and she handed him up to me. My shorts were still on, but there was a tent in them now. I was hard again. I wasn’t sure for what, but I was definitely hard as a rock.
Carey reached out from her seat and squeezed my cock through my shorts. I could feel the wet spot that was growing where my precum was leaking. She ran her thumb over that spot, too. I could hear a low growl that she would make sometimes when her pussy was particularly aching for my cock, or my tongue. When her clit was so engorged and her pussy was so wet that she could barely think of anything else…that’s when she made that kind of sound.
“Let’s go to the couch,” she said, standing up. As she walked in front of me, off came the black bandeau top.
It was almost like a dance, each step let loose another button or zipper or article of clothing. By the time she reached the couch in the living room, she was barefoot and naked, her bare pussy glistening in the late day sunshine.
She laid back in the corner of the couch, ready to receive her little nephew back in her arms. Jesse had gone from her to me without complaint and was just looking at the walls around him as I brought him closer to the couch.
It was in that moment that the truly naughty part of my idea came to fruition. Carey was reaching out for the baby, but I held him back. She looked at me questioningly.
I unsnapped his onesie and pulled it off over his head. I undid his diaper as well. We had just changed him a half hour earlier, so he was fresh and clean.
Carey’s expression changed. There was lust in her eyes, I swear it. She loved having me in charge.
And so I handed my naked wife a naked little boy. She couldn’t help herself and her eyes were fixed on his little penis and balls.
“Here you go,” I said, mustering up as much of a calm squeaky voice as I could.
I gave little Jesse to her and she laid him out on her bare stomach and breasts, his feet dangling between her thighs.
I sat on the other end of the couch, having the perfect view of his body laid out on hers, her legs spread just enough for me to see how red and wet and engorged her pussy lips had become. Her nipples were hard and pointed. And her focus was completely on the naked one year old laid out for her.
“You look beautiful together,” I said to her. “All of that naked skin looks so wonderful and beautiful, very natural.”
“He feels so warm and wiggly,” she replied. “I can feel his little dick pressed against my stomach.”
“What does it feel like, baby?” I somehow managed to get out.
“Pointy and yet soft.” Then, with her free hand, she reached down between them. From my spot on the couch I could see her fingertips as they found Jesse’s penis and scrotum. I could tell that even that little dick could get hard…and he did.
“Yes, baby, stroke him,” I whispered loudly. “I’m gonna stroke, too.”
She looked over his back and could see me begin to stretch out in the other corner of the couch.
I pulled my shorts and my t-shirt off. I was so hard. Looking at the two of them was my entire focus.
I had built up so much precum that there wasn’t much need for lubricant. My hand easily slid up and down my cock. But as good as my hand felt, her eyes on me felt even better. Watching her stroke Jesse’s backside, all the way down to his ass crack and up to his cradled head, all the while watching me stroke my hard cock, was mind-bendingly arousing.
When she knew I was watching intently, she kept one hand moving on Jesse’s butt and spread her legs wider. Her other hand went straight to her cunt. She began to finger herself with two and then three fingers. That little naked boy was bouncing on her chest as she fucked herself and felt him up.
I had never seen her look more erotic. Fucking herself, feeling Jesse’s little body, being so lewdly opened in front of us both. She didn’t last long. Another powerful orgasm was surging through her body. Her eyes closed as she began to shake and spasm. Her legs pulled up around Jesse’s little body and she came so very hard on two fingers.
“Let him taste you,” I pleaded.
She got the most lovely, most wicked smile, and pulled her fingers back from her pussy. They were covered in her juices. She lifted Jesse up just a little; just enough for me to see his face from my vantage point. She held him with her left arm and lifted her wet fingers to his mouth with her right.
That hungry little boy opened wide, hoping for a treat.
He got a treat, all right. He had never tasted anything like it.
I groaned loudly. It was so erotic to see them both like that, but especially my wife-turned-molester… a concept I had not considered even a half hour before, but which was now the focus of my entire being.
She fed him one finger and put another in her own mouth at the same time.
They both feasted on her fingers. He was suckling those as hard as he had sucked on her nipples.
“Oh, my God, baby.” My hand was a blur on my cock. I didn’t know what else could possibly be any more erotic.
“Wait now,” she said. “I have an idea, too. Slow your roll on that cock and let’s see what we can all do to help you cum really big.”
I stood up from my end of the couch and walked slowly toward her head. I was still stroking my cock, almost absentmindedly. Her eyes were focused on my hardness. She actually licked her lips. I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but it did.
Jesse was laying on her stomach and her tits at that moment. His hand was grabbing at her left breast and her hand was stroking his naked back.
She just lifted her head a bit as I pointed my dick toward her mouth. I had come into Jesse line of sight now and he looked up at my cock, too. Carey opened her lips and I slid into her warm mouth. I could feel her sigh around my hardness as much as I could hear it. She almost hummed her love in that moment.
I stood next to her for a minute while she began to stroke me with her mouth. In and out, my cock was shiny with her ministrations. The hand that wasn't stroking Jesse's back came up between my legs and started to cup and squeeze my balls. I love it when she does that, it makes me so much harder. The only thing better is when she licks me there, too.
I closed my eyes for only a second to enjoy the feeling, and it was just then that she brought the baby around.
This is what she had in mind. My cock left her mouth with a, "pop!" and her hand released my balls. I opened my eyes and saw her guide the wet head to Jesse's upturned face. My wife was holding my hard cock out for a toddler to lick! It was the most perverted, arousing thing I'd ever seen in my whole life.
"C'mon, buddy," she cooed, "open up. Uncle Jay has a sucker for you."
Jesse looked at her and then looked back at the bulbous head inches from his face. Without a hesitation, he opened his mouth and Carey slid the head between his little lips.
I groaned in pleasure. It wasn't so much that he felt good, or was even sucking all that hard. What was about to send me over the edge was the fact that my beautiful wife was orchestrating it: the whole molestation. She wanted to see that one year old with my adult cock in him. She wanted to make me cum the way that I'd encouraged her to use Jesse just a few minutes before.
With just the head in his mouth, Carey began to stroke the shaft. It was like watching Jesse take a bottle... a flesh bottle. His little chubby cheeks were drawn in as he sucked away. Carey kept talking low and slow, "That's right, baby, take and drink that bottle."
I could tell by her voice that she was feverishly horny. She was beyond dick-blind at this moment. She was in full-out erotic overload.
"Baby, that's so good," I said to her.
She looked up at me, glanced back at my cock, and then smiled at me. She was loving this moment, too.
"I want you to cum," she said simply.
"In his mouth?" I asked.
"Yes," she growled.
It wasn't going to take much.
"I'm getting close," I whispered as my cock began to swell.
Her stroking increased in tightness and speed. She really wanted me to cum in Jesse's mouth.
And I couldn't take my eyes of the little guy's lips. It was so erotic to see a one year old with an adult cock in his mouth. He wasn't fighting it or pushing me away. He just kept sucking like he was waiting for milk from a bottle. That milk was about to appear...
Carey kept a steady and firm grip on my cock. She felt me rise up on the balls of my feet and she knew I was about to blow. In the last second, she pulled my cock out from Jesse's mouth, turned his little body toward me and stroked my spurting dick all over the boy. Jesse never knew what happened. He was suddenly covered in warm sperm. But Carey immediately started to lick him clean.
She turned their bodies so he was laying down on his back on the couch and she could have access to his whole body. She licked the cum off his face, his neck and his little chest.
I stood above them, idly stroking a somewhat still-hard cock, watching my pretty wife lick my little nephew clean.
It was so wonderfully perverted that I almost cheered when she kept licking down his body and took his small penis in her mouth.
I had cum less than 2 minutes before, but this was getting me hard again. Quickly. She first just sucked his little dick, then she took his dick and balls in her mouth.
I could tell by her cheeks that she was licking and sucking him alternatively.
But what made me instantly hard was what happened next: she pulled his chubby legs up in the air and her tongue sought out his little asshole. Carey has never been shy about playing with my ass and I know just how good if feels and how wonderful it looks to have a beautiful woman's face looking up from below your balls, but this was by a mile the most erotic thing ever.
She probed his ass deeply. He stopped wiggling and got an almost serene look on his face.
Seeing her Carey laid out, focusing on the little boy in front of her, I couldn't help but cross behind her and find her ass. As she was probing Jesse's, my tongue found her hole. She moaned loudly when she felt my tongue between her cheeks. Her hips raised up slightly to give me better access, all while never missing a beat with the tasty treat in front of her.
I didn't stay there long. I could sense her wetness growing with both what I was doing and what she was doing to Jesse. I slid two fingers in her pussy and pulled them out wet. I stroked my cockhead to lubricate it and mounted her from behind.
What a view! There was my wife on her stomach. Jesse's chubby little legs were on either side of her head. I began to fuck her... hard. We had both crossed some huge boundary and were now hornier than we'd ever been. I fucked her with an urgency that I could never remember before.
And she responded. Pushing back against me. I knew that Jesse could feel each stroke of mine through Carey's mouth. I was watching that little boy get his first blowjob while I fucked the beautiful, dirty slut that was giving it to him.
Carey started to shake within a minute of me penetrating her. She came hard. I could feel waves of it hit her, but she kept pushing back against me, wanting more.
My cock wasn't going anywhere and I kept fucking her, both feeling and hearing as her pussy got so unbelievably wet.
Then she sat up on her elbows. Both hands held Jesse's legs at the ankles. She pulled the little boy back against her mouth as she completely enveloped his cock, scrotum and ass. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled her hips hard against me. I came so deep and so hard in her that I think it took her breath away. Her orgasm was almost immediate, too. She held onto Jesse while a giant wave of pleasure broke over her whole body.
She spasmmed hard. Her stomach contracting with each orgasmic fold.
I let go of her ravaged body and sat back against the couch. Her head dropped against the cushion as she released Jesse from her mouth.
We were both breathing hard and couldn't say a word... even if there was something we could say in a moment like that.
There we were, three naked people. Two of us had molested a one-year old boy. And we had some of the biggest orgasms of our lives doing it.
I knew in that moment that things would be different, but I had no idea how. Eventually, she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Jesse just laid at her side, cooing away happily.
I rubbed her shoulders.
"Are you okay," I asked gingerly.
"Yes, I think so," she said, "what was that?"
I laughed and shook my head.
"I don't know, but I sure enjoyed it."
She smiled.
"Me too."
We sat on the couch for what felt like a half hour, but eventually pulled ourselves together and got up. Whatever had overtaken us in those moments had passed. We dressed little Jesse and found our clothes, too. His parents would be back for him within an hour or so, and we tried to put everything back together again, airing out the house to smell a little less like sex.
I let the subject go for the rest of the afternoon. Jesse's parents came and retrieved him, and Carey and I spent the rest of the afternoon working on projects separately around the house.
I tried to do other things, but couldn't get the images from the day out of my head. I'm sure Carey had the same problem. It was something we'd have to talk about. I wasn't upset or ashamed of myself or her, but I wasn't sure where all of that came from, either. We would need to work out this new part of our love life.
In Part 2, an eleven year old nephew comes to stay for a week with Aunt Carey and Uncle Jay...