I slipped out of my night shirt on Christmas morning and put on my robe to start a pot of coffee first before going to take my shower. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I clicked on the light and saw my nephew had been sitting at the table in the darkness. By the time my feet hit the floor from jumping around in fright, my robe was wide open, giving him a full view of my naked body. There was no doubt that he'd seen my tits flopping around during my epic freakout.

I started to scold him for scaring me when I saw his swollen, bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. He had been crying. I knew he hated this time of year, but not to this extent. It's been three years since his mother had dumped him on my doorstep before leaving town. I've had to deal with his abandonment issues ever since. To him, Christmas wasn't for celebrating and presents. It was just another reminder that he wasn't wanted.

Seeing his state, I went to hug him and assure him that everything would be okay. As I pulled him to my bosom, I realized that my robe had come undone, and his face was pressing against my bare breast. I fought the urge to pull away, thinking he would feel it as more rejection. As I hugged him, I realized that this holiday must be the hardest because he had just turned eighteen. Maybe he thought that I'd kick him out now that he was old enough.

I suddenly felt him kiss my bare breast. It startled me, and I started to push on his shoulders but stopped myself. "Go ahead, baby," I said when I felt the warmth of his mouth on my nipple. He grabbed my other breast, squeezing it while he swirled his tongue around my areola. I felt his body melt into mine as I allowed him to soothe himself at my breasts.

I hadn't been touched like this in years, and the sensation of his touch began to arouse me. I know I was getting wetter by the second. I must have moaned and given him the courage to continue. My conscience screamed at me to stop this madness before it got out of hand, but I couldn't bring myself to push my nephew away, even when his other hand reached between my legs.

His finger slid easily into my dripping pussy, followed by a second. He slowly thrust them into my wanton hole, drenching his fingers with my juices. He then brushed my clit with his thumb making me gasp as I came. Knowing that he had just made me cum, he continued to rub circles on my bean. "Oh, God, keep going. Right there. Keep going," I groaned as my nephew fingered me to climax.

I spotted his erect cock poking out of his pajama bottoms when I pushed him back onto his chair. A trickle of precum had dribbled down his shaft. My lustful desires silenced the screams of my conscience to stop this. My nephew had awakened passions that I had thought were long since silenced. I knelt between his knees and grabbed his cock, licking it clean of his sticky sweet fluid.

My nephew grabbed my head as he slowly pushed his cock into my mouth. He thrust his hips as I sucked his dick, and there was no questioning that we were both being driven by pure lust. He held my head as he pumped his cock into my mouth, trying to force as much as he could inside. My lack of practice made me gag, and I coughed his cock out of my mouth. My coughing fit lasted for a couple of minutes, which I hoped was enough time to ease his urge to cum. The look of disappointment on his face when I stood up was too much for me to bear. I knew he wanted to cum as much as I wanted him to, but I wasn't finished either. I needed more as well.

I let my robe fall to the floor as I straddled his thighs and reached down to guide his throbbing cock into my trembling cunt. Every fiber of my being cried out, "NO!" I hadn't been on birth control for the last three years, and I was about to fuck my nephew bareback. I had tunnel vision and felt as if I was on autopilot, being hurled toward an incestuous affair. As the tip of his cock entered me, I knew there was no turning back.

I placed my feet on the seat of the chair and started to impale myself on his shaft while keeping an eye out for signs that he was going to cum. It couldn't have been more than fifty strokes before he groaned that he was close, but it was still enough for me to have a couple of orgasms.

I quickly got between his knees just as he began to squirt. A stream of cum splashed across my face before I could stuff his cock into my mouth to catch the rest of my nephew's load. I felt his cock surge as a barrage of his sweet, tangy spunk squirted into my mouth. No matter how fast I gulped cum still oozed out of the corners of my mouth. There was too much of it, and I had to release his cock to catch my breath. Cum poured out of my mouth as I gasped for air. I wiped my chin when I finally caught my breath and asked him why he was sitting in the dark.

He responded, "Waiting for Christmas to cum."