Summer with Myra

"Are you sure its ok mum, with dad I mean. And will you be alright driving back alone?"

"It is fine dear, you can stay till Christmas. Jacob, Samuels eldest will drive me home. He wants to see the sights of London, It's all been arranged."

I had a broad smile on my face, I could not wait to catch my aunt at it again.

"Right, I'm off to bed young man, I have a long journey back in the morning. Don't stay up too late ok."

We stood and kissed goodnight, "I love you mum."

"I love you too, son."

Aunt Myra popped her head around the door after mum had gone, "Your mother has gone to bed?"

"Yes, she has just gone up."

She walked in and sat beside me patting her hand on my knee.

"Gregory, we both know what you saw today, I hope my actions didn't shock you too much."

I was tongue tied and felt the telltale signs of another blush coming on.

"Oh you are just adorable, I could eat you up." She said squeezing my thigh.

She brough her other hand over and into my lap dropping a lacy object onto my tightly shut thighs.

"Take these with you to bed tonight, they are the panties I have just taken off. They are still damp and warm."

With that she stood up and left me sitting alone and completely dazed.

"What the fuck has happened today?" I thought to myself fingering the sexy piece of fabric in my lap.

That night in bed I wrapped her panties around my cock so many times until I was so sore from cumming that I had to stop.

The next day I saw my mum off with Jacob.

"Do not worry about her, Jacob will take great care of her dear. They are old friends." My aunt said with her arm around my waist, she squeezed my bum cheek as we waved them goodbye.

"Real good friends." She said again with that same hint of sarcasm my mother used the previous day. It made me wonder just how good their friendship was?

We made our way back inside to be met by Bekka, "I have prepared you a small breakfast of croissants, bacon and coffee madam, it is on the table on the back lawn waiting for you as per your instructions"

"Thank you dear. Come nephew, let's eat. You will need all your strength now mummy has gone."

She took my arm letting me guide the way through the house to the lawn. The table had been placed right outside the same window that I had hidden by, the day I had watched her.

We sat and she poured coffee, "You get a good view of the gardens from that window." She nodded her forehead to the window, then she added with a smile, "I hear the view from outside is quite a treat too."

"I-I-am sorry aunt Myra, I know I shouldn't have but......"

She put a red painted fingernail to my lips stopping me mid-sentence.

"Hush, my cherrie. It is fine. I'll admit it was a shock to see you peeping in at us, but it all added to the experience."

"You are ok with it?" I said softly.

"But of course I am, I didn't mean for you to see us but now you have, well.....we will just have to see where it leads us wont we."

She trailed that red fingernail down over my chin and across my chest letting it rest on the table in front of us. She ate her croissants and bacon as if she had not a care in the world, and the subject of her fucking was as normal as making bread.

Her next words made almost choke on my bacon.

"Did you enjoy my panties last night nephew?"

Trying to regain my composure I tried to reply before she spoke again, "I hope you have not spoiled them with semen stains."

With that she shuffled in her chair, slipped her hand under the table and brought up another pair. "These are of the best silk, taste them and suck them but by no means soil them. I would be very upset if you ruined them, and these I want back."

She handed them to me over the breakfast things as if it was the most normal thing in the world to hand your nephew your used panties. I took them and again they were still warm with a hint of dampness in the gusset.

"Well? Do you not want to smell them?"

My redness in my face and cheeks felt like severe sunburn at that moment.

"What....here?"

"Yes, of course here. While they are warm lift them to your nose nephew, take in my aroma. Breathe in your aunts scent."

I felt a nudge on my leg. It started to slowly travel up, it was her foot and came to rest in my groin.

"Ohhhh god!" I squeezed my thighs together but her foot had found its target. I looked down to see her bare foot with perfect red painted nails, the sole of it pushing into my hard cock.

"Everything to the young masters taste?"

It was Bekka, she had appeared beside us carrying a tray of cups with a pot of tea. I tried to keep my composure as my aunts toes played havoc with my straining penis while Bekka placed the tray onto the white tablecloth.

"Thank you Bekka, that will be all dear."

I am sure she saw her mistresses foot in my lap as she cleared the breakfast things and made her exit, her look to me and the slight inclination of her head had said she had seen it. My embarrassment scales had surpassed new levels since I came here a few months ago.

"I think you enjoy being embarrassed Gregory, does it excite you to be watched too?" she whispered as her foot ground into my groin. All I could do was grunt and groan as her toes dug into my cockhead.

"Ok, enough for now, we have work to do. Play can wait."

She picked up her cell phone and rang Samuel. "Samuel, I need your assistance in ten minutes. Can you meet us at the young vines, I need you to show Gregory the process of grape making. Thank you." And hung up.

With that she stood as if the last 20 minutes of her toying with my cock had meant nothing to her and went inside.

"Well Gregory, are you coming?" she called from the hallway.

I jumped to my feet following her in but turned and ran back to pick up the panties I had left on the table.

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It was two nights later that my aunt took my virginity. I was taking a bath after a long ride down by the lake, my horse decided to take a mud bath with me in the saddle. I was in one of the many bathrooms of the house when I heard my aunt calling me.

"I am in the bath, I will be out in a minute." I called through the door. A second later the door opened and in she walked,

"Sorry Gregory, but I really need to pee."

"Auntie, please!"

But with that, she dropped her skirt to the floor and slid her near non-existent strip of panties to her ankles. She proceeded to sit then let out a stream of pee while all the time looking me dead in the eyes. I could feel my heart pumping like it would burst from my chest, some of the blood from my heart went straight to my dick because the head popped above the waterline. This did not go unnoticed by my aunt who's eyes travelled from mine to the bobbing lump of flesh.

"Nice cock." she said. Pointing to it.

I covered myself with my hands trying to hide my modesty, this was the only other person to have seen me naked other than my mother when I was a kid. She stood and wiped, her pussy was bare apart from a small strip of hair just above it. It was the first real life pussy I had seen up close, she was no more than 5 feet from me and coming closer.

"Take your hands away Gregory, let me see."

She stood by the side of the bath and I was transfixed, captivated by her damp pussy, the lips were open and her pinkness peeked through. I could smell what I later found was her arousal, it filled my nostrils and made me feel faint. Still she came closer, she took my hand from my cock and spread her legs. She placed my palm between them to cup her mound and moved back and forth. She was so hot there, and soaking. Her juice dripped over my fingers and she said "Slide one in."

This was heaven, I slid my middle finger inside of her hot cunt and wiggled it not knowing quite what to do but trying my best.

"Have you ever touched a woman before nephew?"

Somehow I got the word out as my mouth was as dry as a bone, "No." I croaked.

She smiled, "I am your first then, I will take great pleasure in teaching you.......if you wish to learn."

My cock was thinking for my head and the words babbled from my throat "Yes, yes, please yes,"

"Eager little puppy aren't you." She laughed.

Aunt Myra reached her hand down into the water and took my cock into her fingers softly stroking it. I pulsed in her palm trying my hardest not to cum, she took the head in her wet soapy fingers and flicked her thumb across it. I held off as long as I could but to no avail, my spunk shot from the head like a geyser spewing hot steam and water into the air.

My ejaculation took her by surprise but to her credit, she pumped me for all she was worth right through the strongest orgasm of my young life.

She told me after that she found it very amusing to see me flapping like a fish as I came.

My spunk was all over me and floating in the bath, "This will not do." She said. "Come on get out and into the shower with you."

She helped me to my feet as I was a bit unsteady after such a powerful orgasm and I walked into the shower cubicle. My aunt stripped herself of her clothing and slid in behind me, my cock was still as hard as a rock as she reached around us to hold me again.

"I love the recovery power of youth." She whispered into my ear as she traced her tongue over my lobe. Without her heels I had six inches on her so her mouth was kissing between my shoulder-blades as she fondled me. Her hand slipped down my shaft and she juggled my balls between her delicate fingers, I had to put my hands onto the glass wall to stop my legs from giving way.

"Turn around and kiss me."

I turned to see she had let her hair fall around her shoulders and over her perfect breasts.

"You can touch if you wish Gregory."

With trembling hands I reached up and touched a pair of breasts for the first time, they were soft, spongy and wonderful. The dark pink nipples were moving, getting stiffer and I leant down and took one between my lips and sucked gently. "You can suck harder if you want nephew, they are not that delicate."

I started to shake, my body was betraying me. I was as nervous as hell with this stunning naked woman at my fingertips.

"Stay still," she reached behind me to the shower controls and a cascade of warm water fell from above us like warm summer rain. Her tits were mashed into my chest and my hard cock was sliding around her navel as she moved the temperature gauge to the correct settings.

"Ah that's better, now let's get it steamed up in here."

I had only just cum a few minutes previous but with this stimulation I felt on edge and close again. I was scared that my inexperience would turn my aunt off but it was the opposite, she loved it.

"If you cum again, it's not a problem." She whispered as she took hold of my shaft and worked the skin up and down.

"You really do have a lovely cock Gregory."

She sank to her haunches as the water rained down on us from above kneeling on the tiled floor looking up at me. Her hand caressed my balls rolling them between her fingers while the other rested on my thigh for support.

I watched as she leaned forward and took the head between her red lips, the feeling was indescribable. Her tongue was playing with me, it almost felt like it was wrapping itself around my shaft.

Her hand left my balls and I felt her index finger slip between my ass cheeks, that did it for me and I exploded into her hot sucking mouth. It was another immensely strong orgasm and I screamed as I came, I was holding her hair as I collapsed against the glass wall.

Aunt Myra came back up to stand with me, kissing my torso on her way up. She looked into my eyes with love in hers and took my cheeks into her hands kissing my lips. Her tongue snaked between my lips dancing over my teeth and before I realised it she was pushing my cum from her mouth to mine. She held my face and carried on the French kiss forcing me to swallow grinding her wet body into mine.

I was breathless and drained as she stood before me lathering the soap in her hands. Her hands felt so soft, like feathers fluttering all over my exposed skin. I stood still as she cleansed me taking extra care with my bottom and penis, it felt incredible like nothing I had ever experienced.

"Touch me Cherrie, feel the wonders of a woman's body."

I felt like I had needed her permission to reach out and touch her, her skin was so soft almost like a baby's. She handed me the soap bar and turned her back to me pushing her ass into my crotch, my god this woman was all my fantasies rolled into one. My cock was slipping into the groove of her ass cheeks as I soaped her breasts and pussy from behind.

"Ok, rinse us off and we shall take this to my boudoir, it is time to make you a man."

She took my hand in hers and we ran naked down the long hallway leaving wet footprints behind us.

"What if someone sees us?" I said in a panic.

She glanced over her shoulder to me smiling, "No worries my cherrie, my house, my rules." tugging at my outstretched hand as she skipped over the polished wooded floor towards her bedroom door.

Just as we reached the door Bekka came walking around the corner carrying some new fluffy white towels, she smiled at my aunt then at me saying.

"The towels Madam, for you and the young master." Handing them to my aunt she averted her eyes from my half hard crotch, turned and left.

I rushed into the room as fast as I could,

"Shit, Shit, Shit, I cursed."

My aunt just had an amused smile. My hardon had vanished as I sat at the bottom of her bed.

"What are we going to do?" I protested, thinking now we had been seen the shit will hit the fan.

"About?" she answered questioningly tilting her head.

"Bekka!" I almost screamed.

"Ha, ha, it is fine. She probably enjoyed every minute of making you squirm. I'd even bet she timed it perfectly to catch us." She carried on with her chuckle as she spoke.

"Now, come and fuck me."

I spent the night in her room and she made me a man six times over until the early hours.

Bekka came in at 8am with a tray of croissants and coffee laying then on the small side table.

"Good morning master Gregory, I trust you have a good night sleep." She winked and smiled as she said it.

My aunt was stirring at my side and sat up, her breasts came into view as the sheets fell away. I felt the colour come to my cheeks again and pulled them up modestly to my chin.

"No need to be bashful nephew, she saw it all last night."

The two women passed knowing looks, gave a nod of the head and giggled as Bekka left the room.

Over the next few months I learned the art of growing grapevines, riding and mucking out horses. I loved the mucking out because it meant I got to spend more time with Michelle. During the day I was learning about the running of a huge estate, during the night I was learning the art of making love. My aunt was my teacher, she taught me the ways of cunnilingus and how to please a woman to the point of screaming in extreme ecstasy. I never did get to bed Michelle as she moved on in the November of that year to be with her sick parents.

Samuel dragged me along to the local markets to show me how to get the best prices and provisions, while Bekka took me under her wing showing me how to budget the house and grounds. She also took me to her bed on numerous occasions with the blessing of my aunt.

Aunt Myra was the most sexual person I have ever met in my entire lifetime, it was normal for her to have at least one sexual partner a day. Most were members of her staff, I was never once jealous because she always made time for me. I came to love her deeply over the coming years.

I spent Christmas and new year at home in Essex, England with my parents. The subject of my apprenticeship reared its head a few days into my stay, my mother kept changing the subject as fast as my father brought it up.

My father had to work during the holidays and it gave me time with my mum. For some reason I felt closer to her in that week than I had ever been before. She understood that I did not want to work at the architects office and that I wanted to spend more time at the chateau. We had long meaningful talks while we were on our own that week.

She let me know that she knew about my aunts plan to seduce me and take my virginity all with her blessing. I was shocked at the revelations, my mother had always seems so straight laced to me. She also confided in me that the women in her family, namely her four sisters and herself were very highly sexual people and sometimes needed outside help to satisfy their urges.

Over the years she had taken many lovers, one of them was Jacob. My father had known of them all as and when it happened, she kept no secrets from him apart from Myra. Sometimes he did not like it, but in her words "he put up with it."

Again it shocked me to the core but she had told me as adult to adult, which was a respect I had never had off of her. It marked a change in our relationship for the better. I had to keep my relationship with Myra a secret though, dad and her sisters would not have approved or understood. We agreed on me staying at the chateau until next summer for now, to see how things progressed.

She said my dad would be upset about me not wanting to follow in his footsteps, but she would make him understand it was my life and mine to make. The architects job would always be there because he loved me.

I spent nearly the whole of 1977 with Myra, my mum visited as often as she could. She would often disappear with Jacob or Pierre, sometimes both. My aunt would give her a knowing glance and take me off somewhere to occupy my mind, but I knew.

Just after Christmas 1977 my father died of a massive heart attack, my mum was devastated and I went home for three months to be with her.

I wished I had spent time with my dad at the office and felt tremendously guilty that I hadn't had that last year with him. I went through all of his belongings as mum couldn't face it, I found so many things like photos of myself as I was growing up. He even had my old school tie and toy cars that I had as a kid. I had no idea he had them and cried like a baby for days. We found comfort in each-others arm in those months after he died, I even slept in her bed cuddling her to sleep on many occasions.

We sold the house and it was agreed that we make the move back to France where she had grown up before winter set in.

Mum spent the first week in the chateau then moved to the old lodge near the lake, I wanted her to move into the chateau for good but she said she and I needed our own space. I think it was so she could see her fancy men without rubbing my face in it. She said that she and her younger sister Camille had spent most of their youth playing in the lodge, so she knew it well and would be more comfortable there.

The five sisters decided they would spend every Christmas together, so along with all the husbands and extended families we spent every Christmas spread over the estate in various dwellings. Those holidays were the best days of my life, I look back on them now and wish I was back there with my aunts, uncles and cousins.

Three years later my dear mother died, she had never really got over my dad's death and I am sure it had hastened her own. Myra helped me through the grief and we comforted each other. Mum was buried in the family graveyard on the other side of the lake as were her sisters who followed on over the years.

I stayed on managing the estate for my aunt from then until now, I have loved every minute of my life here.

Bekka introduced me to my now wife Rosie, her eldest daughter. She had gone through a messy divorce and needed to get away from it all. Bekka had asked my aunt if she could come and stay in one of the old cottages near the vineyards, "Of course she can stay, she is family."