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MATURE LOVE AND SEX WITH MOTHERS
BEST FRIEND AUNT JANE
AUNT JANE
A STORY OF MATURE SEX AND FIRST LOVE
MATURE LOVE AND SEX WITH MY MOTHERS BEST FRIEND AUNT JANE
Hi, my name is John and I am standing looking at an old lapboard house set in grassy farm land in the mid west, the sun, low in the sky is casting long shadows across the dusty roadway that leads up to the front porch. A slight breeze wafts a heady scent from the flowering bushes at the side of the house.
My mind drifted back to a time some years ago when I first stood on this very spot. I had been working very hard to get through college and university. That hard in fact that I did not notice that my health was not all it should have been. I finely fell ill with a virus. I got over the virus, but it had left me very week and I did not seem able regain my former strength and fitness. My Mom had brought me out to the country to recuperate over the summer months, to Aunt Jane’s. She was not my real aunt; she was a close friend of my mother, well step mother really but a good a mother as anyone could wish for. I truly loved mom with a passion, she was probably the best mom in the world, certainly my world.
Mom and Jane had been at Medical College together and although there was a big difference in their ages they had become firm friends.
It had been decided that what I needed was some fresh country air and some good old fashioned farm cooking and Aunt Jane was the one who would make sure that's what I was going to get big time.
I had not seen Aunt Jane for a long time and to be honest could not remember what she looked like. As we walked up to the front porch Aunt Jane came out to meet us, I remember thinking she looked a lot younger than I had expected, mind you I don’t know what I expected, I know I felt lousy my legs were about to give way and my head felt as though it was spinning round, I just wanted to sit on that old chair on that front porch. I got to the chair and must have fallen asleep, the next thing I remembered was Mom giving me a shake and saying goodbye and then with a wave she was driving back to the highway. It must have been a big wrench for mom to leave me there as she was more than a little over possessive, almost suffocating, something to do with being a step mom and never being able to become pregnant herself. Plus at the time mom and dad were going through an “amicable” divorce, what ever could be amicable about a divorce.
Aunt Jane commented that it was getting late in the afternoon and it was about time we went inside for something to eat, then she would show me my room.
Over the next few weeks I started to regain my health. I would take a steady run down the highway, get back and take a shower before doing some chores for Aunt Jane.
Today was no different, boy did I feel good, I was regaining my health and fitness and then some and I felt a million dollars.
After my run I bounded up the stairs, grabbed a towel from my room, swung open the bathroom door and then stopped dead in my tracks. What had I done? Aunt Jane was standing there taking a shower. She looked like one of those 1950’s Hollywood movie stars, you know, Jane Russell, Marilyn Monroe, tall and proud, a sex goddess off the silver screen. I stood there like a jerk, looking at the soapy water trickling over her more than ample breasts, a large erect nipple piercing the white foaming rivulet before it trickled down over her slightly rounded tummy, rolling over the flesh coloured sex toy that she was rubbing on her pussy and finely disappearing between her legs. Our eyes met, her eyes wide with surprise. Then the cold reality hit me like a sledge hammer. What was I thinking of? I blurted out something that sounded like “sorry” and high tailed it back to my room. I sat on the bed and cursed myself for doing such a stupid thing, just when everything was going so right. I felt sure I would end up going home in disgrace. Then the door opened, Aunt Jane stood there in her bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel, she asked if she could come in. I remember trying to apologize, but it sounded like I was just making things worse. She said that it did not matter and that she was probably as much to blame for not locking the bathroom door. She put her arm round my shoulders and suggested that I should go and take my shower and forget about it. While I was having my shower she would go downstairs and put a pot of coffee on the stove.
As I finished drying off I remember
thinking Aunt Jane knew that I took
a shower after my run why would
she be in the bathroom just then? It
must have slipped her mind. I didn’t
give it a second thought and headed
downstairs.
There was only one problem I had a
serious erection that was trying to burst
out of my pants. I figured if I could
make it to the chair by the table
without Aunt Jane seeing my bulging
pants I would be ok, stupid or what?
She spotted it straight away.
“Oh.” she said “Did I do that”.
Her manner seemed to have
changed she walked towards me
and stroked the straining bulge in
my pants with her hand. “If I am
responsible for this then it’s only right that I make it better” she whispered. This was not
the Aunt Jane that I knew. I was dumbstruck, she unfastened my belt and eased my pants and shorts down round my knees. As the towel that was around her hair fell to the floor she gently pushed me back onto the couch by the wall. I was not sexually experienced, unless you count a fumble and grope with one of the local high school whores as an experience. It was of no matter this older woman had taken charge. Her hands spread open her bathrobe and she brought her breasts up and around my now almost painful manhood. Taking the swollen solid bulge into her mouth she started to suck and lick it with her tongue, her head moving up and down in an almost ecstatic rhythm, but try as she might t there was no easing my discomfort. Backing away for a moment she laid me flat across the couch, threw her bathrobe to the floor, put her legs astride me and started to lower herself onto my throbbing manhood. I was big, the swelling between my legs felt as though it was going to explode. This was unbelievable, here was this gorgeous woman easing herself down on to me, taking my every inch. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then eyes tightly closed as if in pain, she began to move up and down. As she moved upward she held me with her muff muscles, drawing me up with her, and then relaxing as she came down. I started to thrust up into her body but she stopped me, she was in control, she was fucking me and that was the way she wanted it to stay. After she had fucked me for what seemed like forever her body started to shake uncontrollably and she slumped forward onto my body, her hips pounding down onto me in a frenzied rhythmic motion, I could still feel her pussy muscles grabbing at my solid erection. I erupted inside her, she reared up again, her back arched, her arms outstretched, hands grabbing at my shoulders for support. Her body shuddered violently, uncontrollably; she gasped and gasped again, whimpered, clenched her teeth for a moment, her muscles clenched around my still erect cock in an ecstatic spasm, then she relaxed and lowered herself back onto me, her heavy breasts resting on my body. We made love all that summer, it was a wonderful summer, she was no longer Aunt Jane, she was Jane, but all good things must come to an end and all too soon it was time for me to return home.
It was the morning of my last day, mom was to pick me up in the afternoon but I was already packed ready to go, ready but not wanting to go, life had been just too good these last few months. Jane was quiet busying herself around the house. I found her in the kitchen, I think she had been crying though she said she had been peeling onions for pickling. We kissed then kissed again, well one thing lead to another and you’ve guessed it we were soon making love on that old sofa by the fireplace. Suddenly the door opened, It was mom early, she had nothing better to do so she had decided to come over in the morning instead of the afternoon to give us both a surprise, a real surprise.
Dedicated to Jane, without whom this story could not be told.
John, Mid West
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