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.
Jayne.
As my orgasm exploded from you finger fucking my arse, I felt your cum spurting from your rigid cock with one stream hitting me under my chin. I collapsed on top of you my face falling right onto your sticky, still jerking cock. As I lay there recovering, I heard the sound of a car on the driveway.
'What's that' I wondered then quickly realising that it must be Samantha, my sister, your mum.
"Quick, she's here," I told you. "Go down the back stairs and into the pool area, just wear your shorts leave everything else, I'll sort things out, now hurry."
I quickly tidied the room although I was acutely aware that it reeked of sex so I sprayed some perfume, just as I slid into the shower. Then the bell rang. Wrapping myself in a towel, I called out.
"Jack, your mum's here, let her in, I've just got out the shower," knowing that you wouldn't hear me but she would through the open main bedroom windows. For even more covering affect I called out. "Is that you Sam?" and leaned out the window. Looking up she saw me and we cooed our hellos. "We're in the country here love, it's back doors all the time," I told her, to which she raised her eyebrows, smiled and said.
"Hmmmm not really my scene love but here goes."
As she started to walk round the cottage, I heard Jack saying hello to her and offering to help with her bags. By then, I had dried myself so I slipped into a black bikini, put on a yellow, voile sundress and scooted downstairs. With quite a lot of effusive greetings we kissed and hugged each other as we always did when we met and immediately started talking nineteen to the dozen.
Jack.
Mum looked good as she always did, but then, of course, so did Jayne. In fact, both looked great and eminently fuckable particularly as they hugged each other and kissed, unfortunately not on the lips but that was wishful thinking and more jerk off thinking than reality, fuck it.
Although I wasn't really interested in what they were gabbling on about I hung around as we had cups of tea on the patio. It was such fucking a turn on to see the two pairs of big tits and lots of your body in the bikini, albeit covered by the sundress. Luckily that fell open a few times showing your lovely legs right up to the panties of the bikini. Obviously, I couldn't help recalling that less than an hour ago I had been naked between them and my cock that was hardening by the second was between your tits shooting my cum onto your chest and boobs.
I was hardly part of the conversation and that suited me fine as I was like a fly on the wall listening and looking at my mum and you, one of which I was now fucking and the other I wanted to fuck. God, what a delicious mess I thought to myself as I rearranged my shorts to cover my now nearly full erection that a couple of times, I had seen you looking at; if only mum would I kept thinking.
My mind was a whirl as to what had happened since arriving in Norfolk and what lie ahead over the next couple of days. The mere thought of the two of you sleeping in the bed where we'd fucked yesterday and last night and had oral and anal sex just minutes ago was enough to complete my erection, making getting up impossible so, I just sat there, drank my tea, listened to the pair of you going on about the family and let my imagination run riot.
Mum was older than you, I think by two years or so and, although probably prettier to look at with gorgeous, long, blonde hair that tumbled onto her shoulders and didn't wear glasses she carried a little extra weight around her hips and on her boobs. They were larger than yours but sagged and wobbled more which was not at all unattractive and looked especially alluring when she came and kissed me goodnight. She did that most nights, particularly when dad was away on business and it was just her and me in the house. As I roared through my teens, I often wondered why she only came in and said goodnight when he wasn't there and why she usually seemed to be wearing a nighty with a plunging neckline or a dressing gown that gaped open.
"You did bring a swimsuit with you didn't you Sam?" you asked.
"Oh bugger no I didn't, I didn't realise there was a pool," mum replied.
"Sorry I should have told you, well we can't go skinny dipping with Jack here, can we?" you replied staring at me making me both more embarrassed and harder at the thought of our time in the pool this morning. You added with a broad smile nodding at mum's boobs. "Don't worry love you can borrow one of mine, that is if you can get all those in the bra."
Jayne.
Although not much overtly sexual had happened between Samantha and me recently, when we met, which wasn't that frequent, probably three or four times a year including Christmas, there were undertones. The atmosphere always seemed to me to be laden with erotic expectations and I was pretty confident that she felt it as well, but not a great deal had happened or been said. Sure, there were glances, light touches, standing or sitting close to each other and often innuendos, but nothing really significant had happened since we stopped making love to each other in our early twenties. Actually, that's not quite true for a couple of times after she left home, which really probably was the main reason the regularity stopped, we were sexually intimate with each other. Once or twice, we kissed heavily and fondled each other, another time when our husbands went off to golf when we were at their house, we spent the afternoon in bed and once, we slept together when the guys were in Spain on a golf trip.
As is often the case with sex between spouses it was having children that stopped our lovemaking, well that and opportunities. I often thought that had we lived closer together we may have continued through the four pregnancies and baby rearing that happened between us.
We spent the afternoon round the pool catching up on family and friends in common gossip while Jack did whatever kids do on his PlayStation or X Box or whatever it was. I had lent Sam a white bikini that I had to admit was a little tight round my boobs so hers looked as if they were tumbling out of it and I saw that Jack couldn't keep his eyes off her and in a way, I felt a little jealous; how daft is that?
Jack.
It was a fucking amazing afternoon. At first, I thought I would stay indoors as playing FIFA and Fortnight in the open air is not very good but when I saw mum in the white bikini and you in your black one that was a total no go so, fuck the clarity on the screen.
Mum's tits literally were spilling out of the bra that was clearly too small and, as usual you weren't hiding much. Several times I saw in both your bikinis clearly hardened nipples but, of course, I had no idea what caused them. And as, especially mum moved around or got up the cups would move and twice I had the thrill of thrills, a flash of pink! Fortunately, my shorts were a little baggy thus, leaving me room to grow. As I eyed the pair of you up and as both of you did nothing to hide 'your charms' it was, in my juvenile pervy mind, like being part of a virtual orgy; if only!
We messed around with a ball in the pool throwing it to each other, with me purposefully pitching it to both of you so that you'd have to stretch or dive to reach it risking your boobs falling out but, regrettably that didn't quite happen.
Jayne.
The afternoon and evening passed very pleasantly.
It was lovely spending time with my sister hearing about all the goings on and hearing her views on loads of topics as she held fairly similar views to me on such things as Brexit, politics and the crap on TV. Aside from being lovers in the past we were and always had been good friends and I couldn't recall us ever having a serious row; I often thought that we would have been better off marrying each other than the guys who became our husbands!
