An aunt teaches her nephew the art of sex with an older woman.
A few words from Jayne.
This is a story told from the perspectives of two people: me a forty-something- year-old woman and my nephew, a twenty-three-year-old, delicious young man who fantasises about his mother, my sister. It would probably make things clearer if you read Part 1 first but this should stand as an erotic read by itself.
Let me know what you think please.
Love
Jayne
Jack.
As we lay there after you had fucked me, I felt like I wanted to laugh. I had a strong feeling of euphoria, but with an unquenched sexual desire. I had no idea why but as you fussed about in the bathroom, I had that play on the James Bond film come into my mind, 'once is not enough' together with a feeling that as a twenty-two-year-old, I would demonstrate as YES, as I pumped a clenched fist into the air. I didn't do that, of course, but instead kissed you with a smile as you returned to the bed.
We made small talk for a while, probably half an hour or so and we, I certainly, may have dozed off before you raised yourself and like a panther, perhaps a cougar is a more fitting description, crawled above me, your breasts swinging, your nipples filled with blood, engorged and swollen you straddled me. As you did, I felt your soft fingers grab my cock and rub it a couple of times along the lips of your cunt.
"Did any of them fuck you like this, Jack?" you asked, not waiting for an answer and in one motion lowered yourself a couple of inches onto me. As you rose and lowered so I went inside you a couple more inches. On the third time all of me went inside you, a low grunt escaped from your mouth and a gasp from mine. The feeling was fantastic. The walls of your cunt gripped my cock and you accentuated that by writhing on it, then fucking it. Oh God the wonders of sex with an older woman are simply fucking awesome, what a lucky bugger I am, I thought to have an aunt like you to teach me.
Leaning forward, reaching down and grabbing my wrists, you pinned my arms to the bed above my head, your nipples grazing my chin and then we kissed, passionately. Our tongues entwined as you slowly raised yourself to the tip of my cock before impaling yourself on it again and again and again. As our orgasms approached you bounced faster and faster on me. I pulled my wrists out of your grip so I was able to pull you closer to me with your clit rubbing against the thick base of my cock. Our movements were limited, but were intensified by the position we were in. I grabbed your arse and let my hands go up and down its beautifully full, rounded and smooth contours which seemed to make my balls grow by the second.
I knew I was getting close again and judging by your moans so were you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was wide open, your eyes were clenched, your back was arched and your tits, ah your tits, your full, squelchy tits were grazing my chest, making me wonder who had the larger pair, you or mum? They were all over the place, flying around, jiggling and wobbling it almost seemed as if they would come detached from your body. What a marvellous fucking sight they were. I took my hands, slightly reluctantly from your arse and grabbed your flying tits. That held them still!
There was no finesse, just lust and a need to cum. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tighten and release. I felt you shudder and start to climax. You moaned and groaned, grinding your cunt lips and clit against my pubes my spunk splashing everywhere. Fuck we'd forgotten a condom, I suddenly realised, as I pulled you hard onto me and held you there, my cock rigid right up inside your wonderfully inviting cunt.
As we came down from our second fuck in quick succession. I asked.
"So, what are we going to do this evening Jayne?" Before giving you a chance to answer I added with a smile and a pinch of your right nipple "We could fuck?"
You laughed, "Later maybe, we need to eat to keep our strength up. We're going to the local pub, just down the road but now I'm having a shower and you can have one after me"
You gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and then I watched the sexiest woman I had ever known get up from the bed and walk naked to the bathroom. It was only then that I realised that you had somehow put a condom on me without my knowledge.
Jayne.
I was a little apprehensive, but also excited at the prospect of going out with you, going on a date, being seen in public together. It was silly really as often I went out with my son, so what's the difference part of me was saying as I showered and got ready? Because he's your nephew, you've been fucking him and you'll be sleeping with him tonight, that's the difference! The apprehension was for two reasons. Firstly, as unlikely as it probably was, it could get back to Carly and Mike and secondly and more significantly people would look at us and might think 'shameful, a woman her age with a kid like him!' Did I care? Strangely yes, I did so, I suppose really, I wanted to have my cake and eat it.
I hadn't bothered bringing any dresses with me so I wore tight, white denim jeans, and a yellow, silky blouse with buttons up the front that I didn't tuck into the jeans so that when I stretched or bent, I flashed my waist and stomach. It was quite baggy so I guessed I would be ok going without a bra but just in case I left only two buttons undone when with a bra I would have risked three. It was quite warm and we were going by car so I didn't bother with anything else on top. I completed my 'dating gear' with a pair of strappy, nude-coloured four-inch heels.
Jack.
Still with the vision of your naked, wobbling arse and undulating, bare hips in my mind I fell into a near doze, one where you're vaguely aware of what's going on but not completely so. I could hear you showering and then coming into the bedroom, getting some clothes and returning to the surprisingly large en-suite bathroom that presumably had been converted from a bedroom at some time in the past.
I was woken up completely by you asking. "Well Jack, how do I look?"
You looked fucking brilliant and I told you so.
"Not brilliant fucking then?" you asked somewhat confusing me.
"Never mind, poor joke," you replied adding. "Now come on get ready we've got a reservation at the pub in the village at six-thirty."
I stripped off leaving my clothes on the bed and showered, returned to the bedroom and started dressing.
"Hey what you doing?"
"Getting dressed what do you think," I retorted.
"Not in what you've worn all day you aren't," you snapped, sounding just like mum.
"Oh, ok I'll get some clean pants and tee from my room," I grumbled glancing at you and thinking how good you looked.
As I walked out, I was amazed to hear you say. "Don't bother with the pants."
"What?" I asked looking over my shoulder and seeing to my amazement that you had slid your jeans down a little and were clearly not wearing any panties.
"Something to keep us er, interested as we have dinner," you smiled pulling your jeans up.
"So, what's all the no pants and knickers about?" I asked as we drove the short, but too far to walk, distance to the village pub.
"Just a bit of fun," you said reaching over and squeezing my bulge. "Mmmm, seems to be working as well."
"Get off," I replied pushing your hand away, though I would have preferred opening my zip and pushing it inside.
"You're getting hard aren't you?" you grinned.
"Of course I am," I grinned back loving the feeling of being naked under my jeans.
"Well maybe you stay like that all evening," you said as we pulled into the pub car park and I went to get out of the car. "Hold on a sec," you said looking around.
"What?"
"Something else for you to think about," you said looking at me, leaning across the centre console, kissing me on the lips, straightening up and then pulling the loose blouse up. Fuck me, you weren't wearing a bra.
Jayne.
The dinner was good. It was one of those pubs where the tables were in the bar so it catered for both drinkers and diners. Even at the early time there was a fair crowd in and most of the tables were taken and the whole length of the bar itself was crowded. I was acutely aware of quite a few obviously disapproving stares from some women and approving ones from a few guys who stared at my chest, and one rather effete waiter who hovered around you and made a few really unnecessary and really inappropriate remarks. But then, I thought, he probably thinks you are with your mum rather than your lover! Generally, though, the meal was uneventful apart from our muted conversation when several times you told me that you were still hard thinking about my lack of underwear.
Jack.
