Amanda
"I need a drink" I said getting up in the dark "Would you like a beer or wine Jack?"
"Wine if you're having that" you said remaining lying in the middle of the lounge floor.
I poured the wine and brought the two glasses and the bottle, which I suspected we would finish, back to where you were sprawled on the floor. Seeing you laid out like that suddenly reminded me of that night in my flat when I had gone to bed and you 'trashed' the place. Not a nice memory. Another vision also came into my mind, the bottle or a glass of red toppling over and making a fucking great stain on Carey's cream coloured carpet; I had enjoyed fucking on it, but doubted I'd enjoy cleaning it.
"Come on," I said, grabbing your hand.
"What?"
"We aren't drinking red wine on that carpet,"
"Where we going then, the carpet in the bedroom's white."
"Come with me, I need fag in any case."
"What?"
"You wanted us to have a fuck outside earlier, so now we can have a cigarette or two together out there, it's a warm night."
"Oh right, fucking brilliant."
At the back of the cottage there was a small courtyard, it was totally secluded and even if anyone came to the front door they wouldn't be able to see anything. We wandered out there and sat side by side on a low bench looking out to the countryside, which was lit up by the bright moon. My nipples were soon hard again, this time, though it wasn't with sexual arousal.
You put your arm round me and I cuddled up to you and tucked my feet under my bum as we both lit Marlboro reds. I don't smoke that much and never with non-smokers, but a few drinks before and a few fags after with a fellow addict is bloody marvellous I think.
We chatted quite easily. It wasn't like before in the pub. There was no pretence of a date here, we didn't need to make small talk or search for items of common interest. There was only one item on our agenda, sex. We talked about last time, of course, but didn't get into the way we had fought when you had dominated me. We chatted about the pub and the walk home.
"God I so wanted to fuck you in that doorway" you said stroking my boob.
"I know baby."
"Have you ever had sex in places like that Cat?"
"What sort of places?"
"Where you might get caught? Does that turn you on or am I just a pervy kid"
"I have actually yes and no you aren't" I said looking up and pecking you on the cheek. "You're aunty Cat's tomboy, that's what you are baby." You smiled. I went on. "I think it's quite a common sort of fantasy really, lots of people want to try it. Exhibitionism it's called."
"Can we some time?"
"We'll see" I replied quite wary of thinking about what might happen in the future, that's if there was one for us.
Our conversation became slightly more stilted and we began to run out of things to say or, was it that we wanted to discuss one topic in particular, I wondered as I felt your fingernails grazing across the top of my left tit? I stroked the inside of your leg and, looking down saw that you were hardening. Were you thinking the same as me I wondered as the sight of you mother, my sister Janis, filled my mind.
"So you enjoyed going out to dinner with me did you?" I asked.
"Yes it was fantastic, I want to do it more, can we?"
Again I was as non-committal as I could be.
"Maybe." I changed the subject. Smiling I said. "Well it looked to me like you made a conquest in the pub."
"What, who, oh him, the queer?"
"Not queer luv, gay is better."
"OK gay, don't be daft, I'm not that way."
"You never know Jack" I said carefully. I was remembering that I had admitted that I had slept with women and may even have told you, or at least implied that something had gone on between Janis and me. This was a ticklish topic. "Lots of people Jack can enjoy both ways you know."
"Yes I know and you said you did, didn't you?"
I was stroking your leg as I said this and accidentally I ran it up too far and touched your balls; it took me a moment to realise that your cock wasn't hanging down as it had been just a moment ago I looked down. It wasn't at full mast, but it was at a good half lying horizontally across your lower stomach. Something was arousing you? Was it my nudity, talk of the gay guy or of me having gone with women? I decided to find out so I stroked your cock. Its warm half hardness was lovely.
"So my superstud, what's caused this?" I asked. "Are you thinking about something in particular or............" I paused before adding "Someone in particular."
Jack
So many fucking brilliant things had happened to me since that first time I came to your flat. The few days there ending up with us having an afternoon and evening of awesome sex had been incredible and now, in a different way, similar things were happening.
We'd only been here about three fucking hours, I smiled realising that for once I was using fucking appropriately, and we'd already fucked three times. There was clearly more to come including you coming through with your promise to suck my cock. Alright you had done that at your flat, but that was a bit forced. This time you had said you wanted to do it. I was wondering whether you would let me cum in your mouth and even more incredibly would you swallow my cum. I also wondered whether women really did that or whether it was just something you read about in dirty books and erotic sites on the net, like Literotica.
The fuck on the floor had been fantastic as you let me do it bareback and you'd followed that up by taking me outside and sitting smoking and drinking stark, bollock naked. How about that for grown up, classy fucking sex, I thought.
Since that time when I had held you down on the floor in your flat and interrogated you about sex as we sort of reversed roles and I took over, I had tried to make my mind up on a couple of things. I was sure you had admitted to having been with women, so I had accepted that you were bi. That actually fuckingwell thrilled me and I'd had numerous wanks visualising you with a number of famous birds. The thing I wasn't so sure about, though, was if anything had gone on between you and my mum. I knew we had got onto that topic and I recalled saying that when I shot my load over your tits I was imagining that they were hers, which I was. I think I also told you that I fantasised about having sex with her. You were very understanding about that as you had been about so many things; that really had helped me 'grow up' so quickly sexually.
At the flat, as the evening had worn on I really had begun to think you were some form of slut. I had no comprehension of the concept of being wanton and lewd as part of sex, but being sophisticated and respectable at other times. So after you let me fuck you and we did all those things together, I was confused. I was also a little pissed and reached a totally incorrect conclusion. Over the ensuing months I had read a lot about sex and I had understood more about how you could do what we had done together, yet still be my well respected aunty Cat. You really were able to be a lady in the drawing room and a whore in the bedroom and by fuck, didn't that make me a lucky boy.
All these thoughts and more: the near sex in the doorway, the way that gay had looked at me and made me feel aroused, thinking about you with other women, being naked with you and having your hand stroking up and down my inner thigh was making me harden. Not fully yet, that was too soon, after all I had only taken my cock out of you ten or fifteen minutes ago and I had cum three times in a short while. But I knew it wouldn't take long. I had been with that young slag Tracy all one afternoon and evening and we'd fucked six or seven times and she wasn't a patch on you.
