My cousin Vivian travelled home from Canada to see her aging mother just before Christmas, as is customary for her.
Since she moved away with her new husband in the 1980s, Vivian and I have maintained a long-term social media connection.
Speaking with Viv virtually helped me express things that I used to be too shy to say.
Having reached our early sixties now and with separate birthdays right before Christmas, we made plans to get together as soon as she returned home.
Vivian was travelling alone and lodging in a hotel close to the assisted living facility where her mother was receiving care.
I had recently admitted to Viv that I had fancied her back in our teens, but because we were related, I never asked her out on a date. She admitted she had had the same feelings towards me.
Back then, I was a regular visitor to her home, as her father and I had a common interest and spent many hours together. The visits were made all the more enjoyable when Viv was around.
Viv was prettier than any of the girls I was dating, and on top of that, she had a great figure and huge breasts.
We arranged to meet for dinner on her birthday, which was the day before mine, at a restaurant not far from her hotel. I was alone as Tracey, my wife, was attending her work Christmas dinner.
We met in the restaurant bar; this was the first time I had seen Viv in the flesh in forty years. Viv had put on a few pounds, but she was still as beautiful as the last time I saw her. She came smartly dressed in a nice above-the-knee dress with a low-cut top that showed off her wonderful cleavage and a pair of nice patent black heels with black nylons.
We dined and chatted; we had common interests in most things, especially music and food.
After dinner, we had a few glasses of wine and sat in a cosy booth in the bar. We talked more about our teens and how we both liked each other back then, but we did nothing about it.
By this time, Viv had cosied right up beside me and had her hand on my thigh as we chatted. I was transfixed by her deep cleavage and large breasts.
We drank a couple of bottles of wine as we enjoyed each other's company, and her hand barely left my thigh and occasionally brushed against my cock.
It was getting late, and I was checking my watch when she said, "Fancy a nightcap back in my hotel room."
I knew Tracey would be out late and had a taxi booked to get home, so I agreed. We walked the half-mile or so back to her hotel, arm-in-arm, arriving just before midnight.
Once in the hotel, we had an awkward look from the receptionist as we walked straight past and into the elevator.
Once in the elevator, Viv pinned me against the wall and launched herself at me, kissing me like a woman possessed. I responded but broke off before we reached her floor and questioned what she was doing.
She said, "Sorry, but that was forty years in the making; I had to get it out of my system."
I just said, "Okay," and my trousers said something else; judging by my erection, that was impossible to hide.
We entered her room, which was huge with a massive queen-sized bed. She poured us a glass of wine each, and we sat on the edge of the bed.
We chatted more, and once again, her hand ended up on my thigh, only now it was rubbing my erection as well. I moved away slightly, as this was not what should be happening between cousins.
Viv said, "I am just going to get comfortable; please don't leave; I will be right back."
Moments later, she returned wearing one of the hotel's big fluffy white robes that were a size too small for her and showed off her ample breasts and long legs.
I was sure she was naked beneath, and this didn't help my erection, which had failed to subside.
Viv helped me off with my jacket and loosened my tie to make me feel more comfortable, then she kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes. I said, "What is going on here?"
Viv said, "Just make sure you are comfortable."
After my shoes, she loosened my belt. I went to stop her, but she brushed my hands away. At the same time, her robe fell open slightly, giving me a great view of her massive cleavage and really firm naked breasts.
Next, my trousers were around my knees, and then my shirt was unbuttoned and removed, leaving me in just my boxers, which had a huge tent-like pole sticking upwards.
Viv said, "Why has it taken us forty years to get to this stage?"
I replied, "I don't know, but it is wrong."
"Okay, get dressed then," Viv said.
Viv was still kneeling on the floor in front of me, rubbing my cock through my boxers.
Viv said, "Wow, you certainly are a big boy." She peeled back my boxers to reveal my circumcised, erect cock.
She said, "And you are circumcised; this is a first for me, and you shave your pubes.” I have shaved my pubic hair for years, and it makes my already big cock look even bigger.
Both her hands were now wrapped around my nine-inch-thick pole as I pushed her robe from her shoulders to reveal a truly wonderful pair of firm breasts with huge, dark, long nipples.
I met with no resistance as her robe fell to the floor. Viv looked fantastic, and we were now both naked in her hotel room.
Viv looked up at me as she kissed along the length of my cock and smiled. She said, "Mark hates oral sex, so please let me know if I am doing this right.”
Viv lowered her open mouth over the end of my cock and closed her lips around its circumference. She again looked up at me for reassurance; she didn’t need any; it felt great.
I lay back and closed my eyes. The vision I had in my mind was my eighteen-year-old cousin giving me a blowjob forty years ago, although of course that never happened.
I was watching Viv give me a nice blowjob, especially for someone who was not experienced in the art.
Ten minutes in, when Viv stopped, she said, “My jaw is aching. Can I have a rest?”
I pulled her to her feet and sat her on the bed. It was my turn. I kneeled between her legs and gave her pussy some serious attention.
Viv did not give her pubic hair much attention; she was very grey and quite bushy, which I found quite strange.
I soon had my tongue deep inside the folds of her pussy and brought her to an orgasm within the first minute. She sprayed me with her juices, which covered my face and filled my mouth.
She clamped her legs around my head like a vice and pulled my head deep into pussy with her hands. I was struggling to breathe and was relieved when she finally released her grip on me.
I looked up at her, and she just uttered one word: “Wow.”
I moved up her body as she was recovering and lined my cock up with her pussy lips. She was soaking and ready for me. I started to enter her and found she was very tight; she was not used to having a big cock inside her.
She winced as I slid more and more of my cock inside her and slowly started to make love to her, gently at first, gradually building up a faster rhythm.
Viv was moaning and having multiple orgasms. I was getting closer to shooting my load, and without thinking, I filled her up with copious amounts of my semen.
We both collapsed onto the bed. I was still inside her and ready to go again. She knew this and asked if we could rest, as she was very sore.