Matteo got Aunt Sara pregnant. Pt 1
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Part 1
In the cherished home of her late parents, Julia dwelled with her son, Matteo, her radiant sister, Sara, and Sara’s enigmatic husband, Diego, their lives entwined like threads of an intricate tapestry.
Dimly lit living room, Matteo, 18 years, found himself face to face with his aunt Sara. She looked at him with a mix of desperation and longing in her eyes, a secret unspoken between them. Sara was a voluptuous woman of 35, with fiery black hair cascading down her shoulders and a captivatingly sexy face. Her husband, Uncle Diego, was known for his inability to impregnate her, a source of great sadness and frustration for them both.
Matteo felt his heart race as she whispered, "Your Uncle is working late again tonight. Would you... help me with something?" Her voice was shaky, but the intent was clear. She led him to the couch, her hand lingering on his thigh, hinting at the hidden desires that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. He knew what she wanted, and a strange mix of excitement and trepidation filled him. He had heard the whispers, the pleas she made in her sleep, and the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching.
"But Aunt Sara," he began, "what if Uncle Diego finds out?"
Sara took a deep breath, her ample breasts rising and falling with the effort. "He won't," she assured him, her eyes pleading. "This is our secret. I need this, Matteo. I need you to make my dream come true."
Her hand slid up his thigh and gripped his cock through his jeans, giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped, his eyes widening at the sudden contact. She leaned in, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Please, Matteo. Just this once. For me."
Matteo hesitated, torn between his moral compass and the burning desire that had been ignited within him. But in the end, the temptation was too great. He nodded, and with a knowing smile, Aunt Sara led him to her bedroom, where she began to undress, revealing a body that was both familiar and forbidden to him.
The air grew thick with tension as they both stripped away their clothes, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. She laid on the bed, her legs spread wide, and beckoned him closer. "Take me, Matteo," she murmured. "Make me finally feel complete."
He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock standing at attention as he hovered above her. He paused, feeling the gravity of the moment, then plunged into her welcoming warmth. Her moan of pleasure filled the room, and the two of them embarked on a journey that would forever change their lives.
Without wasting a moment, Matteo plunged deep into Aunt Sara, feeling her wetness envelop him as she let out a gasp of pure pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as he began to move, setting a rhythm that grew more intense with each passing second. She met his every thrust with an urgency that matched his own, her moans echoing through the room. As he watched her tits bounce with every collision of their bodies, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, and she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, calling him the best lover she'd ever had. The heady scent of their passion filled the air as they moved in a dance as old as time itself. Sara's eyes rolled back in her head as she reached climax, her walls tightening around his cock, and the sensation was more than Matteo could bear. Matteo's hips pistoned faster, driven by the sounds of his aunt's pleasure. Sara's eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a wild, desperate need. She pulled his face to hers, their tongues dancing as their bodies became one. Her hands roamed over his chiseled abs and strong shoulders, urging him on as she whispered, "Oh God, yes, Matteo, just like that." The room spun with the intensity of their passion, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slap of their bodies meeting. As Sara's moans grew louder, her orgasm building, she tightened her grip on him, her nails digging deeper into his skin. "I'm going to cum," she panted, "I'm going to cum so hard." And with that, she did, her body convulsing around his, her screams of pleasure muffled by his mouth. He felt her pussy clench tightly around his cock, milking him, and it was all he could take. Matteo exploded inside her, filling her with his hot seed as they both collapsed into a tangled heap of sweaty limbs. For a moment, there was only the sound of their hearts racing in the quiet house. Then, Sara whispered, "Thank you, Matteo. Thank you for making me feel like a woman again." He kissed her forehead, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and the realization of what they'd just done. As they lay there, panting, the gravity of their secret tryst settled upon them like a warm, heavy blanket.
The following days saw a transformation in their secret relationship. Aunt Sara grew more brazen, her hunger for Matteo's touch insatiable. She would text him, her messages growing more explicit, detailing her fantasies and the places she wanted him to take her next. One evening, she sent a particularly daring message: "I want you to fuck me in the hallway while your mom is in the shower. I can't wait to feel you fill me up again, my sweet nephew." The thrill of the risk only heightened Matteo's desire, and he found himself eagerly awaiting the moment. As the water ran upstairs, they slipped into the narrow space, her back pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. The sound of their hushed breaths and muffled moans mixed with the distant patter of water droplets. Sara's eyes widened with excitement as she felt him enter her, her pussy still slick from her earlier anticipation. The tightness of the space added to the urgency, their bodies colliding in a silent symphony of passion. She threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle her cries as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her to the limits. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, and she whispered, "Don't stop, Matteo, please don't stop." He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered back, "I never will, Aunt Sara. I'll never stop giving you what you need." And with that promise, they continued their illicit dance, Matteo's heart raced, but the thrill of being caught only served to enhance his arousal. He picked up the pace, driving his cock into Aunt Sara with a fervor that left her breathless. Her moans grew louder, bouncing off the hallway walls, and he knew they were pushing their luck. Just as Julia was about to emerge from the bathroom, they managed to pull away from each other, straightening their clothes just in time. They shared a knowing smile, the danger adding an extra layer of excitement to their forbidden romp.
Their secret affair grew more intense, each encounter more daring than the last. One fateful afternoon, while Uncle Diego was out watching his football game in the living room, Aunt Sara waited for Matteo in the kitchen, her dress hiked up around her waist like a crimson hula hoop, her panties discarded on the floor. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she called out to Matteo, her voice a siren's song. He found her bent over the counter, her plump, round ass beckoning him closer. The thrill of potentially being caught only added to the eroticism of the moment. He stepped behind her, his cock already hard and ready. Without a word, he slid into her from behind, her moans of pleasure music to his ears. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her breasts swaying with each thrust. Matteo gripped her hips tightly, his movements growing more urgent as her cries grew louder. The kitchen filled with the sound of their love making, the slap of skin against skin punctuating the cheers from the TV. Sara's breath hitched as she felt the familiar tightening in her belly, her orgasm approaching. "Yes, Matteo," she panted, "Oh God, yes! Make me pregnant, baby. I need your cum inside me." The words sent him over the edge, and he exploded within her, filling her with his hot seed. They stayed there for a moment, locked in their forbidden embrace, the only sound their heavy breathing and the distant roar of the football crowd. When they finally pulled apart, Sara leaned back against him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You're going to be the best daddy," she murmured, and he kissed her neck, his heart racing with excitement and fear. "Aunt Sara, what if Uncle Diego finds out?" he whispered, his heart pounding.
Sara turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and reassurance. "Don't worry, Matteo. We're too good at this. We'll just have to be more careful." Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingertips grazing his still-hard cock. "But I want this, and I know you do too. We'll find a way."
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. They both knew that their secret could not remain hidden forever, but the temptation was too strong to resist. As they kissed passionately, the TV's muffled cheers in the background a stark contrast to their own private victory, they vowed to continue their illicit affair, Matteo's pulse quickened as he nodded, his desire for Aunt Sara overpowering any lingering doubt. They agreed to meet again when Uncle Diego was out of the house, the thrill of their secret trysts growing with each encounter. As the days passed, their rendezvous grew bolder, moving from the confines of her bedroom to more public spaces around the house. One evening, they found themselves in the pool house, the cool water glistening on their skin as Julia, completely oblivious to their affair, called out from the kitchen, asking if they needed anything. Sara's hand slipped beneath the water, gently stroking Matteo's cock, her eyes never leaving his. He swallowed hard, his breath hitching as she whispered, "Take me, Matteo. Right here." With a wicked grin, she straddled him, her wet pussy sliding onto his thick shaft. Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm as they made love in the water, the sound of their splashes lost to the night air. Julia's calls grew distant, forgotten as they lost themselves in the illicit embrace, the forbidden fruit of their desire sweet on their tongues. Sara's moans grew louder, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, until she came with a shudder, her nails digging into his shoulders. He followed suit, his own climax spilling into her, mixing with the pool water. They held each other tightly, their breaths mingling, the gravity of their actions weighing heavily on their hearts. Yet, they couldn't help but crave more, the addiction to their secret love too potent to ignore.
The following week, as the holiday season approached, Sara's belly began to show the first signs of their clandestine love, a secret that grew more difficult to hide the tension in the house grew palpable as the days turned into weeks, and Aunt Sara's belly swelled with the secret she and Matteo shared. The whispers grew louder, the glances more knowing, but they remained steadfast in their deception. It was on Christmas Eve, amidst the twinkling lights and the warm scent of pine, that the dam finally burst. Julia, having noticed the changes in her sister's body, asked, "Did Diego make you pregnant?"
Julia's question hung in the air like a heavy fog, Sara's heart raced as she felt the weight of the lie on her tongue. She looked into Matteo's eyes, searching for a hint of what she should say. With a deep breath, she nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice shaky. "It's a miracle. Diego finally did it." Matteo felt a pang of guilt, but the thrill of the lie was intoxicating. The room was filled with a tense silence as Uncle Diego beamed with pride, oblivious to the truth. Julia, however, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, her eyes flickering between her son and her sister. As the night unfolded and the whispers of the lie grew louder, the tension grew thick, a silent promise of the storm to come. Yet, in the face of the impending chaos, Sara and Matteo found solace in each other's arms, their stolen moments of passion in the shadows becoming a beacon of light in the dark sea of secrets. The festive cheer was a stark contrast to the web of deceit they had woven, but as they kissed under the mistletoe, all they could think of was the child growing inside her, a silent testament to their taboo love.
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In the cherished home of her late parents, Julia dwelled with her son, Matteo, her radiant sister, Sara, and Sara’s enigmatic husband, Diego, their lives entwined like threads of an intricate tapestry.
Dimly lit living room, Matteo, 18 years, found himself face to face with his aunt Sara. She looked at him with a mix of desperation and longing in her eyes, a secret unspoken between them. Sara was a voluptuous woman of 35, with fiery black hair cascading down her shoulders and a captivatingly sexy face. Her husband, Uncle Diego, was known for his inability to impregnate her, a source of great sadness and frustration for them both.
Matteo felt his heart race as she whispered, "Your Uncle is working late again tonight. Would you... help me with something?" Her voice was shaky, but the intent was clear. She led him to the couch, her hand lingering on his thigh, hinting at the hidden desires that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. He knew what she wanted, and a strange mix of excitement and trepidation filled him. He had heard the whispers, the pleas she made in her sleep, and the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching.
"But Aunt Sara," he began, "what if Uncle Diego finds out?"
Sara took a deep breath, her ample breasts rising and falling with the effort. "He won't," she assured him, her eyes pleading. "This is our secret. I need this, Matteo. I need you to make my dream come true."
Her hand slid up his thigh and gripped his cock through his jeans, giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped, his eyes widening at the sudden contact. She leaned in, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Please, Matteo. Just this once. For me."
Matteo hesitated, torn between his moral compass and the burning desire that had been ignited within him. But in the end, the temptation was too great. He nodded, and with a knowing smile, Aunt Sara led him to her bedroom, where she began to undress, revealing a body that was both familiar and forbidden to him.
The air grew thick with tension as they both stripped away their clothes, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. She laid on the bed, her legs spread wide, and beckoned him closer. "Take me, Matteo," she murmured. "Make me finally feel complete."
He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock standing at attention as he hovered above her. He paused, feeling the gravity of the moment, then plunged into her welcoming warmth. Her moan of pleasure filled the room, and the two of them embarked on a journey that would forever change their lives.
Without wasting a moment, Matteo plunged deep into Aunt Sara, feeling her wetness envelop him as she let out a gasp of pure pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as he began to move, setting a rhythm that grew more intense with each passing second. She met his every thrust with an urgency that matched his own, her moans echoing through the room. As he watched her tits bounce with every collision of their bodies, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, and she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, calling him the best lover she'd ever had. The heady scent of their passion filled the air as they moved in a dance as old as time itself. Sara's eyes rolled back in her head as she reached climax, her walls tightening around his cock, and the sensation was more than Matteo could bear. Matteo's hips pistoned faster, driven by the sounds of his aunt's pleasure. Sara's eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a wild, desperate need. She pulled his face to hers, their tongues dancing as their bodies became one. Her hands roamed over his chiseled abs and strong shoulders, urging him on as she whispered, "Oh God, yes, Matteo, just like that." The room spun with the intensity of their passion, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slap of their bodies meeting. As Sara's moans grew louder, her orgasm building, she tightened her grip on him, her nails digging deeper into his skin. "I'm going to cum," she panted, "I'm going to cum so hard." And with that, she did, her body convulsing around his, her screams of pleasure muffled by his mouth. He felt her pussy clench tightly around his cock, milking him, and it was all he could take. Matteo exploded inside her, filling her with his hot seed as they both collapsed into a tangled heap of sweaty limbs. For a moment, there was only the sound of their hearts racing in the quiet house. Then, Sara whispered, "Thank you, Matteo. Thank you for making me feel like a woman again." He kissed her forehead, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and the realization of what they'd just done. As they lay there, panting, the gravity of their secret tryst settled upon them like a warm, heavy blanket.
The following days saw a transformation in their secret relationship. Aunt Sara grew more brazen, her hunger for Matteo's touch insatiable. She would text him, her messages growing more explicit, detailing her fantasies and the places she wanted him to take her next. One evening, she sent a particularly daring message: "I want you to fuck me in the hallway while your mom is in the shower. I can't wait to feel you fill me up again, my sweet nephew." The thrill of the risk only heightened Matteo's desire, and he found himself eagerly awaiting the moment. As the water ran upstairs, they slipped into the narrow space, her back pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. The sound of their hushed breaths and muffled moans mixed with the distant patter of water droplets. Sara's eyes widened with excitement as she felt him enter her, her pussy still slick from her earlier anticipation. The tightness of the space added to the urgency, their bodies colliding in a silent symphony of passion. She threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle her cries as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her to the limits. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, and she whispered, "Don't stop, Matteo, please don't stop." He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered back, "I never will, Aunt Sara. I'll never stop giving you what you need." And with that promise, they continued their illicit dance, Matteo's heart raced, but the thrill of being caught only served to enhance his arousal. He picked up the pace, driving his cock into Aunt Sara with a fervor that left her breathless. Her moans grew louder, bouncing off the hallway walls, and he knew they were pushing their luck. Just as Julia was about to emerge from the bathroom, they managed to pull away from each other, straightening their clothes just in time. They shared a knowing smile, the danger adding an extra layer of excitement to their forbidden romp.
Their secret affair grew more intense, each encounter more daring than the last. One fateful afternoon, while Uncle Diego was out watching his football game in the living room, Aunt Sara waited for Matteo in the kitchen, her dress hiked up around her waist like a crimson hula hoop, her panties discarded on the floor. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she called out to Matteo, her voice a siren's song. He found her bent over the counter, her plump, round ass beckoning him closer. The thrill of potentially being caught only added to the eroticism of the moment. He stepped behind her, his cock already hard and ready. Without a word, he slid into her from behind, her moans of pleasure music to his ears. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her breasts swaying with each thrust. Matteo gripped her hips tightly, his movements growing more urgent as her cries grew louder. The kitchen filled with the sound of their love making, the slap of skin against skin punctuating the cheers from the TV. Sara's breath hitched as she felt the familiar tightening in her belly, her orgasm approaching. "Yes, Matteo," she panted, "Oh God, yes! Make me pregnant, baby. I need your cum inside me." The words sent him over the edge, and he exploded within her, filling her with his hot seed. They stayed there for a moment, locked in their forbidden embrace, the only sound their heavy breathing and the distant roar of the football crowd. When they finally pulled apart, Sara leaned back against him, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You're going to be the best daddy," she murmured, and he kissed her neck, his heart racing with excitement and fear. "Aunt Sara, what if Uncle Diego finds out?" he whispered, his heart pounding.
Sara turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and reassurance. "Don't worry, Matteo. We're too good at this. We'll just have to be more careful." Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingertips grazing his still-hard cock. "But I want this, and I know you do too. We'll find a way."
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. They both knew that their secret could not remain hidden forever, but the temptation was too strong to resist. As they kissed passionately, the TV's muffled cheers in the background a stark contrast to their own private victory, they vowed to continue their illicit affair, Matteo's pulse quickened as he nodded, his desire for Aunt Sara overpowering any lingering doubt. They agreed to meet again when Uncle Diego was out of the house, the thrill of their secret trysts growing with each encounter. As the days passed, their rendezvous grew bolder, moving from the confines of her bedroom to more public spaces around the house. One evening, they found themselves in the pool house, the cool water glistening on their skin as Julia, completely oblivious to their affair, called out from the kitchen, asking if they needed anything. Sara's hand slipped beneath the water, gently stroking Matteo's cock, her eyes never leaving his. He swallowed hard, his breath hitching as she whispered, "Take me, Matteo. Right here." With a wicked grin, she straddled him, her wet pussy sliding onto his thick shaft. Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm as they made love in the water, the sound of their splashes lost to the night air. Julia's calls grew distant, forgotten as they lost themselves in the illicit embrace, the forbidden fruit of their desire sweet on their tongues. Sara's moans grew louder, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, until she came with a shudder, her nails digging into his shoulders. He followed suit, his own climax spilling into her, mixing with the pool water. They held each other tightly, their breaths mingling, the gravity of their actions weighing heavily on their hearts. Yet, they couldn't help but crave more, the addiction to their secret love too potent to ignore.
The following week, as the holiday season approached, Sara's belly began to show the first signs of their clandestine love, a secret that grew more difficult to hide the tension in the house grew palpable as the days turned into weeks, and Aunt Sara's belly swelled with the secret she and Matteo shared. The whispers grew louder, the glances more knowing, but they remained steadfast in their deception. It was on Christmas Eve, amidst the twinkling lights and the warm scent of pine, that the dam finally burst. Julia, having noticed the changes in her sister's body, asked, "Did Diego make you pregnant?"
Julia's question hung in the air like a heavy fog, Sara's heart raced as she felt the weight of the lie on her tongue. She looked into Matteo's eyes, searching for a hint of what she should say. With a deep breath, she nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice shaky. "It's a miracle. Diego finally did it." Matteo felt a pang of guilt, but the thrill of the lie was intoxicating. The room was filled with a tense silence as Uncle Diego beamed with pride, oblivious to the truth. Julia, however, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, her eyes flickering between her son and her sister. As the night unfolded and the whispers of the lie grew louder, the tension grew thick, a silent promise of the storm to come. Yet, in the face of the impending chaos, Sara and Matteo found solace in each other's arms, their stolen moments of passion in the shadows becoming a beacon of light in the dark sea of secrets. The festive cheer was a stark contrast to the web of deceit they had woven, but as they kissed under the mistletoe, all they could think of was the child growing inside her, a silent testament to their taboo love.
If you'd like, I have more stories, chapters, and additional content available on my Patreon. You can also request stories from me there: patreon.com/sofiarosengrenx 💖
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