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 the other parts first but, if you can't be bothered this should stand as an erotic read by itself.
Let me know what you think please.
Love
Jayne
Jack.
I felt fucking stupid crying, but somehow it all just got to me. But why cry? Fuck knows, whoever he is! I couldn't remember the last time I had actually cried, probably at my nan's funeral, I guess. It was as though something was troubling me, but I didn't know what it was, although I felt it might be mum. I couldn't talk to anyone about the fact that I fancied my mother and wanted to have sex with her, it was simply impossible. But I had to get it out of my system, I had to bare my soul as it were and I wanted to tell you, so I had.
As usual you so amazingly understood. I had just told you, my aunt, twenty-five years my senior that I fantasised about you and my mother, your sister, having sex and what did you do? You kissed me, shoved your tongue in my ear and said that you wanted to take me upstairs and suck my cock. How fucking cool was that?
"Do you fantasise anything else about Samantha?" You asked as you lay me down in the middle of the bed. "Just a sec" you went on walking out of the room and down the stairs.
The sight of your bare arse wiggling as you went across the room was only matched by the sight of your bare tits jiggling as you returned. Each of those sights, though were almost surpassed as you went round the room placing and lighting a number of lovely smelling candles. Standing beside the bed you looked fantastic with the light flickering across your body.
"So do you?" You asked getting into the bed, pulling the light duvet over us and cuddling up to me, your fingers running up and down my nearly erect cock as if to check that it was still there.
In the bed, in the semi darkness, my arm round your shoulders, your head on my chest your blonde hair grazing my body and your glasses rubbing against it now and then, I felt better, more relaxed and less inhibited. I felt more able to open up as I wanted to.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you want to tell me about it Jack or, shall I guess?"
"I'll tell you," I replied loving the feel of your body in my arms. Fuck, I thought, it feels so good to be with a woman like this, sex is hardly needed. "I imagine having sex with her, is that terrible?"
"No, it's quite common, loads of young blokes do."
"Phew that makes me feel better" I replied as I felt you softly kissing my chest and sucking my nipples, something else that had not happened with any other of my conquests.
"Good, that's what aunties are for, to make their nephews feel better," you said quietly as you licked and kissed further down my chest, nearly to my waist. The duvet had slid down a bit, so that half your head was now under it.
"Have you done anything with her?" I heard from under the duvet.
"Er no, well not really."
"What do you mean, not really, have you or not?" You said as my body jumped when I felt your tongue licking my stomach as you cradled and gently squeezed my balls.
"No, all I've done is sort of walked around a bit in my pants or wrapped in a towel."
"How did she react?" you asked taking hold of my dick.
"I don't know, once as I came out of the bathroom, we almost bumped into each other and she looked me up and down."
"What sort of look."
"She looked like you did just now standing beside the bed."
My body jerked for instead of replying you licked the tip of my cock. It was fucking amazing.
"How do you mean Jack, was she turned on as I was?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Anything else, how do you think Β¬she feels about you?"
"Well, I'm her son aren't I? What do you expect her to feel about me?" I replied not sure where this was going, but hoping it was leading to my cock going into your mouth.
"Yes and you're my nephew but I see and treat you as a man as well," you said scratching that lovely patch of skin between my balls and bumhole.
"So what you asking?"
"Do you think she wants you to make love to her?"
"Sometimes I do."
"When's that?"
"Well sometimes when she says goodnight I think she does."
"What makes you think that?"
"Lately I have seen more of her tits and sometimes I think she looks at my cock."
"I see," you said just before I felt the most marvellous sensation as your mouth slid down my cock.
Jayne.
As I slid your cock into my mouth, I was wondering whether, perhaps, more had gone on between you and Samantha, than you were owning up to. I licked and sucked, slurped and kissed your dick, bringing it to another marvellously hard erection as I cupped and gently squeezed your surprisingly large for your age balls. You were moaning, groaning and sighing, clearly loving all I was doing, but then I would fuckingwell hope so too. I as good as took it out and just held the bloated tip resting on my lower lip.
"Nice, baby," I asked stroking your balls?