Chapter 3

And then Aunty Marion reached over to touch it...

I was rock hard as her hand wrapped itself around the shaft of my cock. But as soon as she’d started, she stopped. “Very nice. But not now. I’m still not feeling as well as I’d like.”

We drank our tea and just chatted normally, or as normal as it can be when you’re sharing a bed with your naked cousin and aunt. “I’m going to take a bath,” said Aunty Marion. As she got out of bed and turned towards us to put on her dressing gown, I got to marvel at her body, and my cock twitched once more. There are going to be people reading this who will wonder how an eighty-one-year-old can give you an erection. All I can say is that her body was wonderful. Lived in and loved by a lot over many years, but still slim, sexy, and senior!

Wendy told me that she was seeing a guy later that day. I felt that this was a test to see if my self-professed lack of ego jealousy was really true. I didn’t fail the test, and I told her to have fun and that maybe I’d see her later that evening.

“There’s a few hours yet before I’m meeting him!” I took the hint and spooned Wendy. My cock rose to the challenge quickly, and I penetrated her from behind. It wasn’t a position for fast and furious sex, but Wendy seemed to enjoy both, and on a lazy Sunday morning, this was a great way to wake up. I reached around her slim body and twisted her nipples. She moaned as I did this, even as I worried I might hurt her. She asked me to flick the button hard nipples, standing proud on her chest, and moaned as each one was flicked.

We fucked like this for a few minutes until I came inside her. I wanted her to orgasm too, but that didn’t happen that time. She told me to wait, and she turned around in bed with her legs over my chest. She parted her thighs and started to masturbate with her magnificent, freshly fucked pussy, just a few inches away. I tried to touch her, but she told me just to watch. She used long strokes up and down her pussy lips. Sometimes she’d circle her clitoris, and sometimes she’d make two fingers into a v shape and squeeze it for a few seconds before continuing with long up-and-down strokes.

It was an incredibly elegant and classy way to masturbate, and the fact she was doing this while staring straight at me made it incredibly erotic. I’ve watched women masturbating before, and it’s one of my favourite things to see, but I’d never seen anything like this. Her breathing started to get faster, but she hardly moved her body. Just stroking steadily, up and down, not stopping but not getting any faster either. Suddenly, her orgasm hit. She almost sat up really quickly and, equally quickly, fell back onto the bed. As she did this, she moaned in a long, drawn-out, and noisy breath.

She came close to me, and we cuddled before a kiss, and she got up. I lay in bed for a while before the smell of bacon cooking downstairs made me grab a quick shower, get dressed, and join Wendy and Aunty Marion for breakfast. Several cups of coffee later, and we all went off in different directions. K had some paperwork I needed to do now that I’d moved house, so I fired up the laptop, put some music on Spotify, and went adulting for a while. I heard Wendy shout that she was off, and I confess, I felt a momentary wish that I was the guy she was going to meet! I heard Aunty Marion come upstairs and start to run a bath.

There was a knock at my bedroom door, and after I answered, Aunty Marion came in. I already knew that she wasn’t feeling fully fit, and she told me that she’d had a bug of some sort the previous week, and it had sapped a lot of her energy, so she was taking things easy to fully recover. She asked if I’d sit with her in the bathroom, both for company and if she struggled to get out. Having had to do that for my own Mum some years before, after she’d fallen downstairs, it seemed like a reasonable request.