Auntie Knows Best Pt. 04

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 earlier 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.

Although I saw you in the doorway, although I saw you naked and although when you came to the bed, unlike mum, you got in and I held your tits, we didn't have sex. I don't know whether that was down to you or me, but I felt absolutely knackered and was soon asleep. I remembered nothing more until I suddenly woke up wondering where the hell I was.

As was quite usual, though, I had a hard on. The difference was that this time it was pressing against your bum and that made me aware of where I was. Your bent back was 'staring' at me. I touched it hoping I wasn't dreaming. It felt real. I slid my arms round you and cupped your breasts. God, they felt good. Heavy and full, smooth and malleable. They were lovely. I squeezed and was rewarded by your body jerking slightly and by hearing a low moan as, suddenly I realised I wouldn't need to have my usual morning wank to get rid of my hard on; I could fuck you instead.

I stroked your tits and found your nipples as I pressed against you, my cock nestling into that unknown to me, crevice between your nicely rounded cheeks.

"Mmmmm, that's nice baby" I heard you sigh.

I decided to try it on. Why not I thought? Most of the time, quite naturally, you directed and organised things. You were the teacher and I was the pupil. You called the shots, decided when, where and how we would do it. So, it seemed fair that it was now my turn. My turn to lead, my turn to direct events; yes, my turn to initiate a fuck with you.

I kissed your neck. I licked up and down it as with one hand I continued fondling your tits and with the other I grabbed my cock. I pushed it between your legs. It was a tight fit and I wasn't quite sure what to do. The precise geography of 'down there' was still a bit of mystery to me! I smiled, though, as you moved your legs and the tip of my cock found your wet, slippery slit for I was thinking 'Later I would get you to let me have a really good look at your pussy.'

Jayne.

I lay there being fucked from behind. I didn't have to do anything, not that there was much I could do, being on my side and bent at the middle with your arms round me and your hands gripping my tits. It was gorgeous.

Before you'd got going, you had taken a bit of time getting your angle right and I'd had to help you. Once in me, though, your natural male instincts took over and you started to shag me with nice, deep, long and even thrusts.

Although it was lovely, my mind began to wander, daft bitch that I am. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only six, but then, I remembered we hadn't been late last night. I thought ahead to the day that we would spend together and then to the evening when Samantha would arrive. Shit that was going to be hell. Also, I suddenly realised I hadn't seen her without her husband or my ex for some time and certainly we had hardly been alone together, as we would be in bed tonight, for so long.

You increased the depth and pace of your surges in me and that brought me out of my reveries.

"Oh fuck Jay, this is amazing," you grunted.

I pushed back against you. "What is baby?"

"Fucking from behind like this."

"None of your bike rides let you do this then?"

"No," you gasped. "It's my first time."

It didn't take much longer for you to be near. That was good as due to yesterday's exertions I was a little sore down there so a long-drawn-out shag was not the ideal way to start a day that could well entail more activity than yesterday.

"Oh God yes," you moaned holding yourself stiff and still right up me.

I wanted to cum, in fact having missed out when I sucked you last night I needed to for last night's jerk off for you, though ok, was not as satisfying as a fuck. I squirmed on your rigid cock and pushed my tits hard against your hands. At the same time, I reached down and behind me and managed to find your balls. I squeezed them, bringing a lovely sounding groan from. That did the trick and just as you started to spurt so my emotions overflowed and I climaxed.

"What a brilliant start to the day baby," I said turning round and kissing you.

"Mmmm it was fantastic, thanks."

"No thank you," I replied starting to slide out the bed.

Jack.

It hadn't really registered with me until you had fiddled your bottom around and I had slid into you that this would be my first fuck from behind. Although it was hard getting the angle right and getting in you, once in it was fucking amazing, or even amazing fucking, dependent upon your perspective!

Not only did I seem to go deeper into you than usual, but your grip on me seemed tighter and it was fantastic being moulded round your bent body with mine squashed against yours from my mouth in your hair to my toes which were pressing upwards onto the soles of your feet. But the icing on the fucking cake, of course, was being able to reach round you and hold your tits. As you were leaning forward a little on your side, they were hanging loose as it were. That made it easy for me to cup, squeeze, caress, fondle and knead them. They seemed even bigger, fuller and heavier like this. I lifted them up, pushed them together and pulled them apart. I pinched and pulled your nipples and squashed the whole lot into one mass of tit flesh. God, it felt sensational. And to be able to do that with my cock buried deep in you as we fucked was simply out of this world.

It didn't take me long to be near to cumming and I have to admit I had forgotten about you. The sensations of this new way had made me lose all thoughts of everything other than my pleasure. Everything was tightening up in preparation to me delivering my load when I felt what was simply the sexiest fucking thing I think I had ever felt. Your hand reached around your body and grabbed my balls. That put me right over the top and I shot my lot in you with a strength that I was surprised didn't make my stuff come out of your mouth.

I think I made you cum, but I wasn't sure, but to be truthful I didn't really care and I know that's wrong but there are times when other factors than consideration for your partner takes over. I'm sure I softened and probably my cock slipped out of you, but I don't remember, for no sooner had I shot my lot up you than, so it seemed, we were both asleep.

I woke up when you grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I asked where we were going, thinking it might be a bath together, something we hadn't done yet, but was something I really wanted to do. It wasn't though for you led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I saw the clock and realised we had slept for two hours.

"What's happening?" I asked when you undid the back door and led me through the courtyard where we had sat smoking last night. You didn't reply. Not that I cared for I was walking slightly behind and to one side. Your bum was wobbling and wiggling wonderfully and your boobs were bobbing and bouncing beautifully; you were quite a sight.

"Oh yes, great," I gushed as you turned round the end of a shoulder height hedge and stood beside the pool. Turning to me you pressed your naked body against mine and said.

"This'll help us clean up and wake up. You ever been skinny dipping before Jack?"

And with that you turned and dived gracefully into to pool.

I knew I would simply have to fuck you in that pool before I went home.

Jayne.

It's so lovely to swim naked, I always think. It's such a nice feeling, but of course it cannot be divorced from sex as it is an overtly sexual act. Naturalists may dispute it and they probably have the emotional make up to back it up, but I can see no other reason for swimming naked than to be fucked.

I did a quick two lengths as my eye watched you firstly standing on the side, soft, then sitting, half erect and then standing in the pool. I swam over to you.

"Ok Jack?"

"Wonderful," you replied cupping my breasts.

I reached down and grabbed you. My heart leaped when I felt how hard you were. You were ready again.

"I bet none of your young girls has let you fuck them in a pool have they?"

"Of course not Auntie," you jokingly replied pressing your cock hard against me. "Are you going to let me?"

I didn't reply. Instead, I put my arms round your neck, kissed you and using the buoyancy of the water, lifted myself up and wrapped my legs round your hips. You grabbed me under my bum and held me there your cock pressed against the length of my slit, the top of it pressing right against my clit. I could have got myself off like that!

Jack.

As usual you surprised me, and what a fucking surprise this one was. I couldn't stop getting another erection as I watched you swim up and down the pool. Your bum was breaking the surface of the water and your tits were hanging down as you moved up and down the pool. It really was as sexy a sight as I had seen for ages and since knowing you, I had seen a few.

When I got in the pool, rather self-consciously hiding my hard on, for I thought a grown up should have more control, things got even sexier. You were all over me and I realised that I wouldn't have to wait too long for that dream of a fuck outdoors and in a fucking swimming pool at that.

Actually, it was bloody difficult and, although the thought that we were shagging outside and in a pool was fucking exciting, the actual act was nowhere near as amazing as I had thought it would be.

Despite you climbing all over me and pressing your pussy right against my hard on, actually getting it in you was bloody awkward. You were hanging onto me round the neck with your legs wrapped round my waist. Lovely. Your tits were squashed against my chest and we were kissing. Bloody brilliant. My cock was pressed right against the open lips of your pussy. Fucking marvellous. But each time I moved you away a little, got hold of my cock and tried to shove it in you, the fucking water got in the way. It was like, as they say, pushing water uphill, in fact I was trying to push water uphill. Every time I got myself lined up to shove it in you so a fucking wave would wash over my cock and fill your hole.

I started to panic a bit. I thought it was just me, that it was my fault, that I was deficient. I thought that you had probably been fucked in this pool, maybe by that bloke we met in the pub or by Uncle Peter, many times and I visualised you having powerful orgasms with them unlike the waves of water you were getting up your pussy from me.

Jayne.

Peter and I had screwed in swimming pools several times and I knew it was a little like anal sex; more an emotional than a physical delight. It's so bloody awkward that the end result hardly warrants the effort, but I knew it would excite you and, after all I was educating you. Wasn't that really the main motivation for me, your aunt, having this affair with my young nephew? Yeah, like fuck it was, but I could kid myself couldn't I? The main reason was right at that moment trying to wiggle its way inside me after doing that most satisfactorily a couple of hours ago and several times yesterday. Yes, I had fallen for young cock and boy did you have that.

"Oh fuck Jay," I'm sorry, you groaned missing the target for about the third time.

Jack.

I just couldn't get my cock at the right angle to really shove it up you and even when I did the force of the fucking water stopped me getting in. I felt a right prick and apologised to you.

"Don't worry love, it is hard I know, even Peter had difficulty. Here try like this," you replied turning round and holding onto the side with your hands.

That made your bum stick out nicely. As I bent my knees to lower myself I saw that you'd opened your legs. You looked great and I felt fantastic as I realised it wasn't me being a stupid, inexperienced kid.

I got hold of my cock again and had a shock. The fucking thing was going soft. That had never happened before. It was the bloody cold water, it had to be.

I tried shoving it in like that, but it was hopeless, it just didn't have the rigidity to push through your lips let alone the water as well. I began to panic and that just made things worse, I came out completely. As I did, I lost even more of my hardness, the fucking thing had shrivelled up to its usual flaccid size, fuck it.

Jayne.

I wanted you to fuck me, so when it was clear that you were struggling to find the right angle for proper penetration from the front I turned round. Leaning on the side of the pool I offered myself to you so you could, as you had in bed this morning, have me from behind.

I was leaning with my arms straight out in front of me, my body at an angle to the floor of the pool and my legs quite wide open. My tits were hanging down just right for you to be able to hang onto them as you fucked me. I couldn't work out for a while what was happening for you were pushing against my lips, but nothing was going in.

I grunted. "Let me help," and reached down to get hold of you, but you moved away.

"No, it's ok" you said.

"Well come on I'm bloody well gagging for it," I smiled looking forward to that marvellous feeling as a cock surges up me.

I felt a few more fumbles on my pussy and then it struck me what must have happened. I turned and cuddled you. You tried to stop your body touching me beneath the waist and I quickly reached down. Yes, you'd gone soft.

Jack.

'Oh fuck,' I thought as your hand found my pathetic excuse for a cock. 'How can I cope with that?' But as usual, you were brilliant.

You took my hand, pressed it on your breast so that my palm was on your nipple, your very, very hard nipple and you said. "It's bloody cold in here isn't it? Come on."

You climbed out your great arse grazing against my head. Reaching down and dangling your tits most appealingly in front of my eyes you put your hand out and helped me out of the pool.

We stood on the side naked and dripping water onto the fake grass like they have on some football pitches. The sun was warm as we fell into each other's arms and kissed. It really was a great feeling to be standing outside, totally naked, with your body pressed against mine, our mouths clamped together and our lips and bodies squirming against the other.

You broke the kiss and without looking down at my embarrassment or even mentioning it, you took my hand and led me away from the pool towards a big willow tree. You leaned forward against it, stuck your bum out, opened your legs, looked round over your shoulder and said as you saw my now stunning erection.

"I get the impression you like fucking Auntie from behind Jack."

I could hardly believe that when we went back to the cottage and I saw the time that it was only eight o' clock. At home with mum and dad in the holidays that was before my getting up time, but here in Norfolk with my amazing Auntie, I was up and about and had had two fucks before breakfast.

Although, of course, to get rid of the traditional morning hard on I often had a wank before getting up, I'd never had sex before in the morning. I did, though, often imagine that I had sex, for as I lay in my bed, covered just with a sheet and sometimes not even that, jacking off, I could hear mum in her room or the bathroom or downstairs. I would take risks, leave the door open, have my body uncovered, almost wanting her to see me, no not almost, really.

I would imagine her walking in and catching me and staring at my hand wrapped round my hard cock. I would look at her guiltily, but wouldn't stop. I imagined her saying something like. 'You shouldn't really be doing that Jack' and me replying. 'I know, but I can't help it?' I hear in my mind her saying 'And why is that baby?' and me replying as we look at each other 'You know why mum don't you?" Time and time again, I then hear her saying 'I know you can't help it baby, and I know what you are thinking, would you like me to help you?'

Of course, she no more says that than does it, but It's fantastic wank material, even though it has been somewhat surpassed in the last year when at least as many of my wanks have been about you.

"You want a fried breakfast, just cereal or shall we go out?" You said, pulling me away from imaging mum lying beside me, undoing her dressing gown and lolloping her big tits out as she moves my hand away and grasps my dick.

"Er, I don't really mind" I reply. "What would you like to do?"

"Tell you what, let's get dressed, go into Aldeburgh, have some breakfast and do a little shopping. Ok?"

"Yeah sure," I replied not really giving a fuck what we did as I suddenly remembered mum would be here this afternoon and that would bring an end to my sex with you. Still, I thought, what a jerk off scene I would have tonight; imagining the two of you in bed together.

Jayne.

We drove into town had breakfast in a nice café on the beach and then wandered round the old town peering in the antique, arts and crafts and clothes shops. It was actually good fun and in a weird way it made me feel young again, as if we were boy and girl friend. At one stage as we walked up an empty street, we even held hands.

"I'm really enjoying this," you said squeezing my hand. "Can we do it more often when we get home?"

"We'll see," I replied totally non-committedly for I was dreading the future. Dreading it because I didn't want to leave you, but I knew I could handle that. More because I knew that the more often we saw each other the more the chances of being caught out increased and that scared the shit out of me.

My phone rang. I answered it.

"Fuck" I said cutting the link.

"What?"

"Samantha's going to be early."

"Bollocks, what time?"

"About three,"

"Oh shit and fuck."

I smiled at how easily and crudely in a nice way we could swear like that.

"I'll pass on the former, but we ought to do something about the latter."

"What?"

"Let's forget the shit and instead let's fuck, come on."

You laughed. "Ok cool, let's go."

Jack.

I really couldn't believe just how horny and how adventurous you were.

Once in the car, still in the car park, you kissed me. As we drove out of the town you put your hand on my leg and once we were in the country, you slid your hand up so it was pressing against my bulge. I started to get hard.

"We didn't come this way did we?" I asked.

"No this is the scenic route," you replied

"How come, it looks all the same to me bloody flat."

I was gobsmacked when using one hand you undid your blouse so I could see your tits in the tight, see-through bra.

Smiling at me you said. "There that's scenic and not too flat isn't it?"

I laughed. It was fucking great being grown up I thought as I reached across and fondled them. You didn't seem to care about oncoming cars, but then I doubt they could really see anything.

I had no idea where we were going and quite frankly, I couldn't give a fuck for I now had both of your tits out of your bra. Then you pulled off the road and we were hidden from view in a little wood. You stopped the car, but left the engine running.

"Put your left hand down the side of the seat," you told me.

"What for?"

"Just do as you are told and find the button that pushes the seat back."

I did.

"Now the one that reclines a bit."

I did. "Hey where you going?" I asked as you got out.

"I'm too old to climb over the gear stick," you replied walking round the car and opening my door.

Jayne.

I hadn't planned any of this. I was purely going with my instincts, doing what the combination of my mind and body said I should. It was wonderful being miles away from home in the country where nobody knew me. I felt free and liberated, adventurous and ambitious, but most of all I felt super-horny and was thinking 'Fuck it if anyone does see me.'