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Six Times a Night

By: blondechristine2012



"Hello Christina."

"Phil, how are you?" The pretty blonde asked down the phone to her sister Phillipa, who lives in Canada.

They chatted away bringing each other up to speed with family gossip until Phillipa said.

"I've got a favour to ask?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well Glenn's coming to London for one semester as part of his degree course and I wondered if he could stay with you. It's only for six weeks or so?"

"Of course he can, he'll be most welcome but you know that it's just Jack and me so it'll be pretty boring for him."

"He's there to work hon not have fun," Phillipa laughed.

"When's he arrive?"

"Actually it's all rather sudden and he'll be there in two weeks.

"He's at uni? I would never have thought he was old enough," Jack said when Christina told him that their nephew would be staying with us for a while.

"He was twenty earlier this year, don't you remember?"



She had not seen Glenn for five years so in her mind, as she waited at Heathrow for him to clear customs, it was a young boy that would emerge through the glass sliding doors. Chrissy knew he wouldn't look as she recalled him, but was absolutely amazed to see the tall, blonde haired, ruggedly handsome young man walking towards her smiling. 

"Hi there how are you?" He asked with the typical North American confidence bending down and pecking her on the cheek. "Thanks for coming out to get me."

In the BMW X5 on the way home they chatted easily with Glenn explaining more about the reasons he was here and telling her about his family back in Toronto.

Christina never found meeting strangers that easy and although he was her nephew she did not really know him having only ever met him on two occasions. Certainly not as the man he now was as opposed to the boy of who she had some recollection. Despite that the conversation flowed easily and she found little difficulty in chatting to him and getting to know and like him.

Grant settled into the household very well during the first week. He was intelligent, polite and considerate always willing to help with setting and clearing the table, making his own bed and keeping his room spotlessly clean and impeccably tidy; Phillipa and her Canadian husband had clearly done a good job bringing him up, both Jack and Chrissy thought. He was interested in everything that was going on and asked lots of questions about London and life in the UK and also about and his aunt and uncles lifestyle. Not prying or nosy questions, but ones that created conversations and enabled her and to a lesser extent, Jack get to know each other.

Glenn did not start the course until four days after he arrived so Christina showed him some of the sights of London and the two of them had a tiring but thoroughly enjoyable couple of days sightseeing. They developed an easy-going relationship. They had similar senses of humour and it was not long before he was gently taking the micky out of her and making little jokes about her. Things like intentionally calling her auntie when others could hear.

"Don't do that," she asked the first time he said it putting on a jokingly stern voice. "It makes me feel old."

"Well if I don't they might think I'm your toyboy," he joked back.

The auntie and toyboy theme became their in joke and cropped up quite regularly over the two days sightseeing. Although she felt relaxed with him, at times she felt a little uncomfortable when out with him. Particularly in restaurants or when they had a drink in a bar or pub. She felt that others would be looking at them us and thinking that Glenn really was her toyboy and this made her feel embarrassed. It also made her feel rather guilty, but she could not put her finger on the reason for that.

The truth of the matter was that as Glenn looked older than his twenty years and could quite easily be taken for twenty five or so, and she looked younger than her, approaching, forty years, at a quick glance anyone could have easily taken them to be a couple. And a fine and handsome couple at that. He was tall and ruggedly handsome with nice hair and a great physique. Christina was slim and beautiful with straight, blonde shoulder-length hair. She had a slim, but rounded figure great legs and a fantastic arse.

"He seems to be a really nice lad," Jack said as they finished dinner at nine thirty a few evenings later. Glenn had eaten with them but had excused himself to go to bed early.

"Big day tomorrow, start of my course and I had better be really up for it," he had said giving Chrissy a peck on the cheek and shaking hands with Jack as had become the custom.

"Yes he is very nice and intelligent and so considerate as well," Christina replied as she cleared away the dishes. 

As Jack looked over some work papers Chrissy watched a TV for a while and then logged on to her laptop. She checked her business e-mail account and then making sure she would hear if Jack came out of the kitchen opened up the one she used for her chat room contacts. There were several new mails that she flicked through noting the usual sexy and rather crude manner of writing and then she opened up the one she had been hoping for from Iloveolderwomen2000. It was the young guy that she had been chatting to recently and with whom she had masturbated several times. He wrote well and expressed himself clearly. Unlike many with who she had corresponded he had the knack of being graphic and open with his writing producing a highly erotic narrative yet not sounding crude or too basic.

The mail from Goff was exciting her. Reading him describe what he had done as they had chatted was arousing her. But then any woman who had become a chat room aficionado as she had could not fail to be aroused when she read passages such as:

"I was naked and rigidly hard at the mere thought of you caressing those beautiful little breasts that I've only seen in that topless bathing photo Christina. I was stunningly hard. Almost frighteningly hard. For that's what you did to me. What you did by telling me I had aroused you, by explaining that you were getting warm and tingly. The mere thought Christina of me being able to make you feel like that so got to me. You know because I told you that it got to me so much I had to touch that hardness you'd created. Touch it, feel it and bare it. But as I bared it for me and for you my lovely I knew that I would have to be naked. Completely nude as I would be were I with you. And that's how I was even before I mentioned it , I hope you understand Christina that as we simply discussed how I've always been attracted to older women that I was sitting before my PC naked and so strainingly hard for you."

Or.

"Oh Christina the feel of myself in my hand as you told me to imagine that was your pussy. Your wet pussy you said. Your wet and throbbing pussy. Yes the feel was sublime. Outstanding. It was as if my hand was your pussy and my fingers your lips that were gripping me. Yes the palm of my hand that I was thrusting into became your cunt Christina and I was fucking your cunt."

And

"And when you told me that your blouse was undone, that your nipples were hard and you were pinching them imagining it was my teeth I thought I would explode. As you described the way you stroked your breasts and slid your fingers down your tight jeans. As you told me that those pants were being pushed down. As you said your pale blue, lacy panties were down your thighs. As you told me all that Christina and as you described how you were starting to cum I did explode. I exploded with such a force. So powerful an ejaculation. In my mind my sexy darling I was cumming in you. It wasn't my hand pumping my cock but you Christina. Yes as I came so strongly Christina I was shooting the spunk from my cock right up your hot, wet, ready cunt."

Reading those words from the young man she had cybered with aroused Christina. Her frustration hit her, it began to boil up.

"I'm going up Jack," she said poking her head into the kitchen. "Will you be long?"

"No I shouldn't be, just ten minutes or so."

Christina went upstairs and Jack finished reading the attachment to the offer document that he would be negotiating tomorrow. He switched off the lights and wearily climbed the stairs that he had descended at five thirty this morning. His wife was already in bed. The room was lit only by the low wattage bulb in his bedside table lamp and from the light that came in from the streetlamps. Jack quietly undressed.

"It's ok darling there's no need to be quiet I'm not asleep," he heard her say as she lay naked in the bed. Jack slipped into bed and she cuddled up to him. There was little response. He didn't reach out for her or respond at all like he always used to do. He didn't turn towards her or cup her breast as he used to. She pressed myself against him as she had more frequently had to do recently to get him going. She put her hand on his chest and started running it downwards.

"Christina, I'm sorry, I'm beat," Jack said. "I was up at five this morning and I've got to be up at five tomorrow. Night love." 

That really pissed her off. She threw the bedclothes back and jumped out. "Fuck you Jack and fuck your fucking job," she said. 

"Oh come on Christina, don't be like that," he replied sitting up and looking at her. He would have seen that she was wearing a black lacy thong. It was a particularly sexy one that she sometimes wore in bed knowing that it turns him on, something that he needs more help with lately. 

"Don't be like that? She shouted back at him. "I'll be like I want to be. You never feel like it, you're always too fucking tired or too fucking busy."

"Please Christina," he replied with his infuriating measured way of arguing. "You have to understand, I'm in the middle of one of the biggest deals we've ever done and tomorrow there's a crucial meeting."

"There always seems to be," she snorted walking to the closet and pulling out a silk robe.

Despite the tiredness and the importance of the meeting the next day the sight of his wife's bum in the black thong did start to stir him. As she walked across the large room her cheeks wobbled deliciously, their white roundness being erotically emphasised by the slither of black lace sliding between them and vanishing through the tops of her shapely legs. He weighed the situation up in his mind. He knew that if they started making love it would go on for some time and that he'd be hellishly tired the next day. On the other hand his business brain reasoned they had not made love for some times and that wasn't fair. He rationalised that it was either take a risk with the deal or upset his wife. He thought for a moment and then leaned over and turned out the light.

Christina went to her study. She was shaking partly with the fury she felt for Jack, partly from the cruel rejection and partly from the sheer arousal she still felt. She logged on. Checked her business e-mails and then her other ones. Nothing. The house was quiet. Jack was not coming after her she realised becoming even madder at him. She could see he had turned the light off. She logged onto messenger in invisible mode. There were several names lit up indicating they were online.

"Hi Goff," she typed.

"Oh God Christina I'm so pleased you're there, How are you?"

"Like shit actually."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"Husband trouble?"

"Yes."

"Hmmmm he's such a stupid prick you know if you don't mind me saying."

"That's ok, I agree lol."

"So bloody daft to not make love to you properly so that I can electronically."

"Can you Goff?"

"Yes Christina if you want me to. Do you?"

"You want me to be honest Goff?"

"Of course I do."

"OK. Right at this moment I want nothing more in the world than to be fucked. Is that honest enough for you?"

"Perfectly, love, what are you wearing?" He asked as his totally naked form came upon her screen. 

As usual seeing his gorgeously, youthful tanned and toned body and his delicious, mouthwateringly hard cock made her shudder with desire and expectation.

It didn't take long. But then it rarely did on here nowadays. The robe came open but wasn't removed just in case Jack came down. She didn't even take the thong off, there was no need. But her hands were not at all restricted and almost greedily she followed Goff's directives.

"Cup those lovely, little tits for me Christina."

"Squeeze them and roll them together."

"Pinch your nipples, pull them and twist them just as I would with my teeth if I was there."

"Slide one hand over your panties. Are they wet Christina?"

"Yes very."

"Rub yourself there for me. Rub yourself right on that lovely clit that one day I want to chew for you."

"OK Christina, now inside those lovely little black panties. Slip your hand in for me and imagine it's my cock in there with you."

"Now one hand on your tits Christina and the other on your cunt make yourself cum as I do."

"Yes Goff make me cum, please make me cum," Chrissy moaned as she watched him pump himself faster and faster. 

The feelings welled up more and more and as she watched him throw his head back and with one final thrust spurt his seed all over his flat belly she came. Heavily and strongly.

As the final waves of the self-induced orgasm washed over her, she clicked the mouse button and her PC screen went blank. 

*

 "Was there a problem last night Christina?" Glenn politely enquired when he got back from college the next day. "I heard some shouting and you going downstairs."

"Oh just Jack and me having our regular row."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Married couples do you know."

"Yeah mum and dad really get going now and then but they make up quickly. We can hear that."

"How?"

He looked at her smiling as he raised his eyebrows and said. "By the bed creaking."

Christina laughed. "Well I doubt you'll hear our bed doing that."

Just then there was a ring on the bell and a dozen red roses arrived. "The note said "Check yr e-mails." For one awfully scary moment Christina thought that somehow Goff or one of her other web admirers had found her address. Realising with relief that was impossible she opened up her business mail and there was one from Jack.

"Darling. Again I am so, so sorry. Keep Friday night free for dinner a deux at the Ivy." She wasn't that impressed, but at least he had tried she thought. And dinner at the Ivy the most prestigious and booked up restaurant in London was some achievement.

The feeling as Jack's penis sunk into her that night was almost as if she was having sex for the first time. As he turned her onto her side and pressed his erection against her she had quickly thought. "When was the last time?" It's over six weeks she realised as the delicious feelings of being filled swept over her. His hands were squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, his mouth was nuzzling her neck and his cock was now pounding in and out of her as they both moved towards their climaxes.

It was the third time he had made her cum. The first was with his fingers after he had coaxed her into kissing and cuddling him. The second was with his mouth as he knelt beside her sucking and licking her pussy. That was so wet and throbbing that it needed only the slightest amount of licking for her to start all over again. That night, unlike the previous one she did not sleep in the spare room.

"It's just totally unavoidable I'm afraid." Jack said to her over the phone at around three on the Friday afternoon. "Take Glenn it'll be an insight to a side of London few see." He suggested.

Christina was mad but could understand for in the heady world of corporate finance the clients and the deal was everything. The thinking was you get paid so much that you have to accept the inconvenience.

"Wow," Glenn said when Christina called him on his mobile and told him.

Although she'd felt a little embarrassed at the thought of going to a restaurant like the Ivy with a man that everyone might think was her toyboy the idea of an evening out at a top place like the Ivy chatting to her nephew was appealing so she spent the rest of the late afternoon and evening getting ready.

"Wow," was the term that Glenn again used when Christina came downstairs to join him for a drink before the cab picked them up at 7.30 for the twenty minutes or so drive to the West End. 

"You look fantastic, an absolute knock out," he gushed as his eyes roamed over her making Christina feel a little uncomfortable but at the same time pleased that she was still able to impress a young man. She was wearing a simple black, sheath dress. It was tight all over and the thin, silky material moulded itself to her body accentuating her curves and her figure. It was high at the neck and the skirt ended a couple of inches above her knees. She was wearing black hold-ups and high heels. Her blonde hair tumbled onto her shoulders and having just been blow dried was nicely puffed and full. She felt good and Glenn's remarks confirmed that to her.

She need no't have worried about being an older woman with a younger man for there were several couples like that in the Ivy. In fact hardly any of the pairings seemed to of the same age for there were numerous older guys with young women as well. They had a superb meal, drank two bottles of wine, looked around at the mix of minor celebrities, a couple of soap stars and one film star and had a thoroughly good time. As they left they had to fight their way through the paparazzi, who always guard the restaurant in search of photos of stars, and just in case she and Glenn were famous they snapped away at them. As they did Glenn slid his arm round Christina's waist and they posed just as if they were a famous couple. 

Laughing they climbed into the waiting taxi they'd ordered.

"You silly bugger." Christina said, "Posing us like that?"

"Just a laugh Auntie," he replied slurring a little.

"It was fun though wasn't it?" Christina responded looking up at her nephew who was sitting in the middle of the seat, his leg pressed against hers thus pushing her into the corner of the cab. His arm was draped along the back of the seat.

"Yes it was and the whole evening's been fabulous." He said looking right into Christina's eyes. "Have you enjoyed it Christina?" 

"Yes, yes I have very much." She replied.

Their gazes were not locked but as they looked away so soon their eyes met again.

Christina could feel an intimacy and closeness in the atmosphere. She felt an attraction to him that clearly she shouldn't. It felt as though they were on a date and that they really were partners. 'I must nott think like this,' she told herself. 'It's wrong Not only am I having such thoughts about someone that isn't Jack but it's my sister's boy for Christ's sake. In any case he's probably feeling nothing at all.' 

But he was. And he showed that he was. 

Christina had not noticed that he had moved his arm that was draped along the back of the seat so that his hand was dangling downward, his fingers just touching her shoulder. She had not really thought that much about their legs being pressed together or of his body squashing her into the corner of the cab's seat. But as they looked at each other all of those things suddenly struck her. Their significance registered with her. To her they did not, now, look like unrelated incidents brought about by the make believe famous couple game they had played outside the restaurant. No, to her they now looked as if they were all part of a pattern that she somehow must have made happen, for it couldn't be him, could it?

Then she felt Glenn's hand on her shoulder. It was just touching it or brushing against it. Her body stiffened. She didn't know whether that was with fear or excitement concern or pleasant anticipation. She turned and looked at him as the pressure on her shoulder pushed her round a little. His hand slid down her back and rested between her shoulder-blades. They looked at each other. They stared into each other's eyes as that hand applied more pressure to her back. It was pulling her, moving her body towards him and with it her face towards his. 


Six Times a Night



She should stop this. Stop it now. She knew she should. The responsible family member told her clearly she should. But the womanly part of her fought against that. The aunt said. 'No don't kiss the nephew, but the woman in her said. 'Yes, kiss the attractive young man.'

And then they were kissing. And it wasn't the kiss of a nephew it was a kiss of a virile young man. And her response was not that of an aunt, but of a woman. And not just any woman but a frustrated woman whose entire body and being was crying out for love and sex. 

Almost as soon as Glenn's hand had pulled her forward and his face had closed the few inches between them their mouths were open. As soon as the two pairs of open lips touched their two tongues were delving and probing. Two mouths were grinding together in a kiss of intense passion. A kiss where so many dormant emotions suddenly exploded. Christina's arms went round Glenn's neck pulling his mouth more firmly against hers. He pulled her hard against him so her breasts were squashed against his firm, youthful chest. And still they kissed. 

Both heads rolled from side to side, her fingers ran through his hair and she squirmed herself against him and still they kissed and kissed.

She felt his hand on her breast and she pushed it towards the pleasure giving object as her hand ran up and down the young man's neck and back. And still they kissed.

But at last her senses returned. At last her mind overruled her body. At last the responsibility of the relative took over from the needs of the woman. She pulled away.

"No Glenn, no," she said moving away from him. "No we mustn't, you shouldn't have done that."

Before he could reply, though they were pulling up outside the large townhouse in the tree lined Highgate street. They got out and thanked the cabby, there being no need to pay for that along with the bill at the Ivy were charged directly to Jack's business.

Christina saw that the lights were on in the hallway and in Jack's study indicating that he was home so that night she and Glenn did not have the opportunity to talk about what had happened. It was equally frustrating over the weekend for, unusually, Jack did little work and the three of them were together most of the time. It was not until Glenn got back from college on the Monday afternoon that they were alone together and had the chance to talk.

All weekend she had been running over in her mind what had happened and still couldn't really work out whether she had encouraged him, overtly or covertly even, or whether he was just a little forward for his age and for being her nephew. 

'Was it him or me?' she'd asked herself so many times.

Also she could not get out of her mind how she had responded so eagerly and, irrespective of who had encouraged who, there could be no excuse for a nearly forty year old woman reacting the way she did to the advance of an twenty year old man, she concluded. And even less of an excuse for an aunt charged with looking after her nephew she thought full of guilt and remorse.

Over that awkward weekend she had watched him more closely and had seen his eyes boring into hers, had watched him get close to her, unnecessarily and several times he had touched her. Sure the touches were on innocent parts of her body, but again they were unnecessary; unnecessary, but she realised they felt very nice!

"Glenn," she began nervously standing leaning against the large freezer in the kitchen as he sat at the table sipping a cup of tea she had made him when he got back from college at just after three. 

"Yes Christina," he replied looking up at her. She was dressed in tight blue jeans, mid heel boots, a white shirt and a blue linen blazer for she had just come home from shopping. She looked fantastic he thought.

"We need to talk."

"Do we? Why?"

"About Friday," she went on trying to remember the speech she had prepared and practised several times in her mind, but now she was forgetting almost every word. 

He looked into her eyes and, smiling, slowly drawled, "It was great wasn't it?"

His deep green eyes boring into hers made her feel confused and she, almost, visibly shuddered with the desire she suddenly felt for him.

"No, no Glenn it wasn't." She blurted out.

"You mean you didn't enjoy it Christina?"

"No, no, well yes, yes I did but, er, um."

"But what?"

"We mustn't ever do it again. It's so wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

"Because, well because it is. We're related, you're my nephew for Christ's sake, my sister's kid."

"So?"

"Glenn for fucks sake its incest," she said firmly.

"Well I didn't expect that we were going to have children Christina," Glenn murmured as he stood up and walked over and stood before her.

"No Glenn," Christina said very sharply as she saw his hand moving towards her shoulder. "No don't, don't touch me."

He stopped his hand half way between them and with a slight smile on his face he placed it on the fridge supporting him as he leaned closer. He smiled. He looked into her eyes and whispered. "Christina look me in the eye and tell me you don't like me touching you and kissing you."

She did as he asked and stared into his eyes. Her heart was pounding. She was finding it difficult to breathe easily and she knew that she wouldn't be able to properly frame her words. 'God this is madness,' she thought as his aftershave wafted into her nostrils and his eyes bored into hers.

"Glenn, oh Glenn," she whimpered. 

"I know Christina, I know," he whispered his arms going round her and pulling her to him so her head rested on his chest. He ran his hands through her blonde hair whispering. "Shush Christina, don't say a word, just be quiet."

It was a lovely feeling simply being held. It was wonderful a man being tender towards her. She felt so secure and warm in his arms. So comforted and so wanted. His hands stroking her hair and pressing into her back just by her bra strap were such intimate gestures. 

But she managed to once more find the resolve to push herself away from him.

"No we can't, we mustn't."

His hand, though, remained on her shoulder and her resolve did not extend to turning and walking away as she knew she should.

"Christina," he murmured. "I know that some may say it's wrong. But it's not. We're not that close and we're not thinking of having children. What harm is there if we make love? What harm can there be in two people who want each other having each other?"

"Glenn you're my nephew and I'm married."

"Hmmmm yes so I've heard and seen."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on I can tell the two of you have hardly any relationship. For God's sake you don't even sleep with him some nights, do you?"

"No," she whimpered quietly.

"And Christina you do want me don't you?" He asked, letting his hand slide round her neck. "Don't you Christina?" He went on moving closer. "Don't you?" He repeated pulling her against him. Her earlier resolve had gone. All her good intentions had vanished. She had lost complete control of both the situation and herself. She could feel herself slipping more and more under his influence as more and more her body took over from her mind. As more and more the woman, the frustrated woman, took over from the family relationship.

"Yes," she heard, with horror almost, herself saying.

"You do want me don't you?" he whispered in her ear as his arms circled her and crushed her against him.

"Yes Glenn," she whimpered just before they're mouths merged and they kissed deeply.

*

Jack had given her the worryingly exciting news that evening when he got home from work around nine, his usual time.

"Yes it will be over the weekend as well," he had said after telling her he would leaving for New York on the coming Thursday for five or six days.

"You'll be alright," he'd said laughing as he added. "You've got Glenn to keep you company," startling Christina with the way he said that being almost as if he guessed something had gone on between them.

They had argued about him having to be away over weekend but he had insisted it was essential for the deal, his normal reasoning. 

Christina had got very angry with him and that night she once more left their bedroom and went to her study at around eleven. This time, though, when she logged in, there were none of her on-line friends around. She went into a couple of chat rooms and followed, without participating in, several conversations that became more and more lurid and graphic. She did not feel the motivation to join for her mind was on the events of the afternoon.

Sitting in the big office chair clad just in her robe she ran over what had gone on. 

She was trying desperately, as she had all evening, to get her head round what was happening to her. Christina usually had a fairly analytical mind and could apply sound thinking to problems to come up with logical solutions. This though was beating her. That she was attracted to a younger man she could understand and accept. Lots of older women had such feelings and more and more nowadays, from film stars to ordinary women, had toyboys. So the principle of having sex with an twenty year old did not intellectually worry her and even morally she was fairly comfortable. The fact of her going outside her marriage for affection and sexual excitement did worry her. But she could reconcile that on the basis that Jack was driving her that way. She had been outside before with two different men and although the prospect of another affair with all the lying, cheating, the guilt and excuses depressed her, she had been coming to the conclusion for some time that it was inevitable.

And when she was brutally honest with herself she knew that it was mainly those considerations along with the skulking into hotels or shagging in a car and all the other baggage of an affair that was really stopping her rather than any moral considerations. It was, of course, the fact that Glenn was her nephew, her sister's child and that, therefore, they shared blood and thus it was incest that most worried her. It was the most taboo of all taboos, was it not she asked herself? That her sister, who she loved dearly, had entrusted her son to her keeping, albeit that he was twenty, also weighed heavily on her. And of long term concern was the future. How would she ever be able to visit Phillipa? How could she look her in the eye? How could she ever be in the company of her and Glenn knowing that she had committed incest with him?

She went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. As she walked down the hall she saw herself in the mirror. She stopped and looked. The top of the robe had parted and most of both of her breasts were clearly on view. The skirt part beneath the waist as she stood looking at herself had fallen away from one leg. She pulled the other side away. She also pulled the lapels away so that the only part of her front that was covered was that where the tie went round her waist.

She was pleased with her body. At thirty something she smiled it was, she knew, still good. Her stomach was flat and there was no swell or bulging at all she noticed sipping her wine. Her waist was as trim now, well almost, as it was in her twenties and her hips had a pleasing swell to them giving her a rounded and very feminine look. Her eyes ran over the rest of her body. The small patch of tawny pubic hair protecting her pubic mound, the shapely, lithe thighs and long slender legs that she knew looked their best in dark, lacy topped holdups and mid height heels. 

Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped b cup in size were capped by dark pink, rather too protruding nipples that always gave her so much trouble when she wore tight tops. 

And as she gazed at her own breasts she recalled Glenn's hand on them this afternoon. Every detail of him pressing her back against the large fridge, their mouths clamped together as his hand slid up her body and cupped them one at a time. Her mind recalled him squeezing and kneading them as she frantically, almost, ruffled his hair, stroked his neck and cuddled his body to hers. First outside her blouse but then rapidly afterwards inside it right on her thin bra. How, with absolutely no resistance from her, he had pulled both boobs out of the cups and had pinched her nipples almost to the point where they hurt, but in reality exactly with the pressure needed to inflame her even further.

Walking back into her study the open robe flapping around her nudity she flopped down onto the big, easy, recliner chair she often sat in when reading. She flipped the foot rest up so that she was laying almost flat out in the semi-darkness. Closing her eyes she let her mind run riot recalling the afternoon's events with her nephew.

She thought of how the kiss had immediately been intense and so very passionate. How almost as soon as they ha'd started kissing they'd struggled her blazer off and how his hands had, with no inhibitions at all, gone to exactly where both of them wanted them to be, her breasts. 

And laying there in the darkness her hands found those breasts. But as she cupped and stroked them it wasn't her in her mind who was doing that. It was not her fingers that were pinching and pulling at her nipples. It was not her hands that were sending such deliciously arousing sensations through her entire body. No her mind was filled with an image of Glenn. Her thoughts were imagining that it was his hands doing that just as they had this afternoon as he crushed her against the large fridge. Just as he'd, almost, torn her shirt undone, ripped the buttons open and plunged his hands inside. As her hands and fingers worked harder and faster on the soft flesh and puckered nipples so it was his mouth she remembered sucking her teats just like a baby. 

She was shuddering as she recalled the forceful way he had yanked each breast out of the flimsily, expensive lace bra. How he had pinched them and sucked them more fiercely than she was used to. How she had assumed it was just that he was so worked up and how that had acted like a chain reaction arousing her even more.

As her hands slid down her body she thought of how his had done that. How they'd slid across her lower chest and how he'd shoved them inside the belted waist of her jeans. How, finding that too tight, he had then pushed them between her legs that she had found herself clamping tightly around his hand and whimpering in his ear as she felt the pressure right on her pussy. The pressure she was feeling now. She remembered vividly how her body had reacted to his hand for it was just as it was reacting to her own hand right now.

As her fingers stroked and caressed her pussy exposing her sensitive clitoris from its protective hood so her mind and body exploded with sensations and emotions. Just as they had in her kitchen when had pushed her backwards until her legs were pressed against the large pine table. Pushed more so that she fell back flat on the table her feet off the ground her legs hanging over it, open. They had continued exploding as one of his hands had roughly rubbed between her legs while the other pinched and squeezed her breasts so hard they made her wince with pain. 

She knew that laying on that table her blouse undone, her breasts pulled from her bra and with Glenn's hand between her legs that she had started to cum. Just as she was starting to cum now. Whether it was that or the somewhat sordidness of being half undressed on her kitchen table or whether it was realising the enormity of what was happening as Glenn tore his belt open and started pushing his jeans down she didn't know. But from somewhere she found the resolve to stop him. She pushed him off, sat up and said that they had to stop. The look on his face scared her a little as he said that he could not stop. But she insisted. He tried hard to persuade her to continue. He crushed her in his arms, pawed at her breasts and tried to undo her belt. He pressed her hand against his rigid erection and told her how much he wanted to fuck her. It had been a tremendous effort on her part but she pushed him off and got off the table. He again took her in his arms and pressed her back against the wall shoving his knee between her thighs as his hands pinched and kneaded her breasts. He was tearing at her belt trying to undo the complicated Gucci clasp that fortunately didn't give way too easily. Christina was telling him to stop but he kept on. She managed to break away and started to leave the kitchen but once more he grabbed her this time from behind. The feeling of his cock pressing right against her arse had thrilled her, but she did not want it to. His hands around her, one on her tits the other rubbing her mound had excited her but again she fought that for she knew they could not go any further. But she retained her determination and continued trying to fight him off. He was just too powerful though and he had pushed her forward against the work surface so that she was bent over her chest squashed against the granite surface. As he again tried to undo her belt Christina had begged him to stop and suddenly he did. He apologised saying that she had just got him too excited. She smiled in understanding as she eased her boobs back into her bra and had did up the buttons on her blouse.

But as all those memories flooded through her as she lay in that chair with her hands between her legs her finger became Glenn's cock. The hard long cock she had felt through his jeans. The cock that had pressed deep into her belly and had so thrilled her when it was pressed against her arse. The cock, she thought, laying there that right at this moment she would like to be inside her. Yes the cock of her young nephew that she was imagining was fucking her. It was not her three fingers that were pumping in and out of her cunt but Glenn's hard, youthful cock. And in her mind it was not her fingers that brought on the shuddering climax but Glenn's cock fucking her, hard and long.

*

Glenn had gone to his room immediately after he and Christina had eaten dinner almost in silence.

"Early start tomorrow," he had explained. "Lots of studying to do."

"Hope it goes well," Christina had replied. "Sleep tight."

"Oh I don't think I'll do that."

"Oh. Why?"

"I'm sure you can guess why," he replied rather gruffly.

"Look Glenn I'm sorry for this afternoon I should never have let it go that far. It was my fault and I apologise."

Ever since the episode in the kitchen Christina had reprimanded herself for letting him start anything and for her enthusiastic response. She knew that in a way she had led him on and she realised how hard it is for men to stop when they've gone as far as she and Glenn had.

She continued leaning forward so that their faces were close. "Can't you see how wrong it is Glenn? Phillipa, your mother, my sister has entrusted you to my care. How can I abuse that responsibility? How could I ever look her in the eye again if we made love? I don't know how I'll be able to now"

"But I want you so much Christina," he replied taking her hand. "And I know you want me, you said so."

"Please Glenn don't let's go there again. Please just let's stop now."

"OK I'll stop but I know you want me and one day I'll have you. I'll be there when you're ready for me."

After that Glenn had gone to his room and had missed Jack's announcement about going away.

In his room he thought of little else than Christina. He had come so close to making it with her this afternoon and that had only served to make him want her even more. He had always had a big thing for older women and in the few years he had been sexually active he had been lucky several times. He had had four older women including one that he paid for, one met on a plane, one that he worked with in a vacation job and one that was one of his mum's best friends. He was sure that Christina was going to be the fifth.




Six Times a Night



As he undressed and showered his mind also ran over the events of the afternoon. He tried to think whether there was anything he could have done differently. Whether perhaps he could have been more forceful? 

Like he had with his mum's friend he recalled his cock hardening as he thought of the big breasted, rather overweight woman he had fucked on the floor of her lounge just a few houses down the road from his parents' house. They had chatted a few times, he had done some work in her garden and she had given him a couple of beers. One thing had led to another and a few days later they kissed. No more happened that day for her husband was due home, but she asked if he would cut the grass for her, the next morning. He knew full well the bloody grass didn't need cutting, He knew that it was just a pretence to get him there and at a time when her kids would be at school and hubby at work. He was sure he was going to score with his fourth older woman.

She had tried to say no he remembered when she really meant yes. She had tried to stop him after she had his tongue in her mouth, after she let him squeeze her big soft tits and after he had shoved his hand up her skirt onto her rather chubby thighs. She had said no when he got his dick out. Said no when he pushed her skirt up round her waist and said no when he turned her round and bent her over the back of a chair. She had tried to stop him when he pulled her big knickers down round her thighs but he knew she did not really mean it. She was just embarrassed at her a near forty year old wanting to be fucked by him who was so many years younger than her. She didn't really put up much of a fight when he pressed his cock against her big, round arse. She did not try to get away, although she did ask him to stop a couple of times, when he pressed his rigid prick right against her cunt lips that he saw and felt were soaking wet. And once he was up inside her she soon stopped the dithering and hesitation and she had let him fuck her twice in quick succession.

He had known it would be like that for he was sure she wouldn't cause any rumpus in the small community in which they lived. How could she explain away why he was in her house? How could she say that she had asked him there and that she had let him play with her tits and stroke her thighs? 

And that's how it might have to be with Christina he thought as he lay down on his bed and started stroking his cock. If she did not come across willingly then he knew he wouldd have her forcibly. After all she wanted him, fancied him and was turned on by him. It was only the silly old convention of not having sex with relatives that was stopping her. And he was not going to allow that to stop him. Somehow, he thought as his strokes became longer, he would have her. Some way, he reckoned as he felt his balls tightening, he would get her clothes off, get her naked. She wanted it and needed it, and he knew that. 

'After all the silly old fart Jack didn't look after her so, I will,' he thought.

And boy how he would look after her he thought as he slowed his strokes on his achingly hard cock holding back his climax. Oh yes he wouldd fuck her alright he was sure as his hips began to pump up and down on the bed. He would fuck her so hard and so deep she would beg for more he imagined as he began fucking his hand. And he would make her cum so hard she would beg for more he thought as his cock erupted and stream after stream of his cum splattered onto his stomach. And he knew full well that he could give her more, much, much more for even after shooting his load he had hardly softened.

*

Christina didn't see either Jack or Glenn before they left the house the next morning for after her time in her study she had gone to a spare room and had eventually fallen asleep around 3.30. That had been hard, for her mind was a whirl of conflicts.

The fact that she had reacted so enthusiastically to Glenn shocked her. After all she never did that, well not often. So was it just the sexual frustration brought about by going weeks between sex with her husband, she pondered? But her response had been quite extreme and that worried her as she could not really understand it. She'd never been like that in the past and other than the frustration she couldn't think of a reason as to why she should so relatively easily nowadays lose control of herself and become so enormously aroused, seemingly so easily. And after all Jack had made surprisingly good and active love to her the night before.

She was of course also still worrying about the 'in locum parentis' situation and the incest aspect and they simply acted to add even more for her to worry about. 

She had, however, just about, reconciled the fact that she was attracted sexually to a boy who was young enough to be her son. After all lots of women were, many had toyboys, Glenn was handsome, well-built and sexy and offered her virile sex in a relatively easy situation. It would not be like having an affair for he lived there. It would be simple to have sex during the day without having to make excuses as to where she was going. So that part of the complicated equation she could deal with but it was what was at the heart of the dilemma that kept her awake most of the night worrying. 'How the hell can I live in the house alone with him for a week and not succumb to him and my need for sex?'

That was the question that kept reverberating around her brain all night and the next morning. It was also the question she decided she would discuss with her friend Amanda, the only person in the world she felt that really understood her.

"How about lunch today luv?" She'd asked on the phone.

Amanda arrived at just after twelve looking, as usual, her dead drop gorgeous self. Her long chestnut hair tumbled down over her shoulders in that wild and unkempt way that Christina knew she paid a fortune to have created by a top hairdresser in Docklands. She was wearing a thin, white, button up blouse that looked as if it was made from silk and dark brown leather trousers. Over the blouse she was wearing a chunky button-up sweater that she'd left unbuttoned. Both the trousers and blouse were fashionably tight showing off beautifully her full and fairly voluptuous, but so very feminine figure to perfection. As she sometimes did when with Christina, Mandy had left one button too many undone on the blouse and her tits just seemed to be everywhere

"Hi, how are you luv?" Amanda whispered as she came in through the front door. She put her hand on Christina's waist and they looked into each other's eyes as they pecked at the other's cheek. "Mmmm you smell good," she went on lifting her hand and touching Christina's hair but not moving her lips away.

"And you Mand, as always you look lovely," Christina replied still standing just inside the closed front door. 

Amanda moved forward a little so that their breasts just touched. She slid her arm around the blonde and whispered. "It's been too long Chrissy, far too long" as their lips met and they kissed lovingly and tenderly. Christina's arms went round Mandy's neck as the kiss became a little deeper and more intense. She felt herself, as usual responding to her friend and lover.

"Yes Mand it has but not now luv I have to talk to you."

They went into the family room that occupied most of the basement of the large, rambling Victorian town house. She told Amanda about Glenn's visit but not about the kiss on the way back from the Ivy or of the temptations she was feeling.

"So what is it?" Mandy asked lighting up a Marlboro Light and sipping the vodka with water and a piece of lemon that Christina had poured without asking.

Christina took her time explaining making sure that she covered most details and each incident. She explained about the dilemma over incest, being given the responsibility by her sister and of course being unfaithful to Jack.

"Well let's discount that completely," Mandy said lifting her hand up and pushing her hair away from her face. Christina loved seeing her friend do that and couldn't help noticing the way that the raising of the arm tightened the already tight material of the blouse emphasising even more Amanda's full breasts which jiggled so enticingly with the movement.

They laughed as they talked about the infidelity issue for being occasional lovers themselves it was rather ironic.

"You know full well that sooner or later you're going to have another affair so cut the bullshit about being faithful, please."

"True," Christina smiled topping up their glasses and feeling a little shiver through her as Mandy rested her hand on her hip as she leaned forward pouring the drink. "Ok let's call that a red herring and forget it," she went on perching herself on the arm of Mandy's chair unconsciously, almost, resting her hand on her friend's shoulder.

"The incest thing luv. Well it's religious and health isn't it? Certainly it seems as though blood relatives shouldn't have children. I mean look at the hillbillies in America and the royal families of Europe where there's been loads on inbreeding. All as mad as hatters. But then on the other hand when you see Princess this marrying Prince that her second or third cousin, then it's a bit of don't do as I do, do as I say. One rule for them a different one for us. But then I assume you're not planning to run off and make babies are you?"

"No. No of course not." Christina laughed feeling so pleased she had asked her friend's advice. "As they say Mand, a problem shared is a problem halved isn't it?" she went on looking down and seeing Amanda's hand resting on her leg just above her knee and just beneath the hem of her blue pleated Jaeger skirt. Her friend's fingers on her bare skin sent a shiver of desire through her and momentarily she hoped that Amanda would slide her hand upwards. But being aware that she never knew what time Glenn would return from college she put her hand on Amanda's.

"Now now," she said lightly.

Amanda looked up at Christina her big brown eyes open wide. "Not interested any more Chrissy, now you've got your young man?" She asked.

Christina lifted Amanda's hand and kissed the back if it. "You know it's not that Mand, I just never know what time Glenn will be back and I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be in bed when he returns."

Over lunch they chatted more about Christina's problem with Glenn and although Amanda tried to be both supportive and helpful she was not able to give Christina any really useful advice.

"I just don't know what to say. In the end you either fuck him and wait for any consequences or forget it. I don't know."

"Same here, I just don't know. The worst thing luv is that I've now got six or seven days, or more to the point, nights with him."

They continued chatting about the situation for a while until Christina said. "Oh shit he's back, that's the front door opening."

"Well he's certainly bloody lovely," Amanda said an hour so later when she and Christina were alone after the three of them had chatted for some time.

"So, would you Mand?"

"On a purely hypothetical basis yes I probably would but as you know I'm celibate now, aren't I?" Amanda said as she leaned against the work surface in the kitchen where they were making tea. Christina was standing close to her and as Amanda said that she ran the back of her hand across her friend's boobs.

"You reckon that what we did was you being celibate?" she said quietly pressing the back of her fingers into the soft flesh of Amanda's left breast.

Amanda smiled and ran her hand along Christina's hip. "I mean with men darling, not with you."

They both laughed.

"Well Amanda's here and Glenn's home," Christina said to Jack on the phone. He had called to say that he would be home early for he was going to stay in a hotel near Heathrow tonight to avoid the tough traffic in the morning. He suggested they have an early dinner and he would then arrange for the car to pick him up around nine. Christina had made a remark about how funny it was that he could get home early when he wanted to but that fell on relatively deaf ears.

It really was a strange experience for Christina in the restaurant. She and Amanda sat alongside each other on a bench seat with Jack and Glenn opposite them. To have the outside of her leg pressed against her lesbian lover while the young man that might well make love to her in the coming days sat opposite with her husband next to him almost made her head swim. She was sure that Amanda was aware of it and would have noted the irony of the situation for the pressure of the leather covered outer thigh on hers frequently increased and her friend's foot was occasionally pressed on top of hers as well.

The meal was good but the atmosphere was somewhat stilted. Christina was hardly talking to Jack while Glenn could hardly stop talking to Amanda to whom he seemed, to Christina, to be quite clearly attracted. Amanda, as usual, was coolly flirting and several times Christina felt slight pangs of ridiculous and unwarranted jealousy as the pair of them laughed at a remark or one made a joke.

It was when they were drinking their coffees that the subject of Jack's trip came up. Amanda asked how long he expected to be in the States. As Jack replied that it would six or seven days Christina saw Glenn staring directly at her and watched as a grin lit up his face. Christina almost blushed.

*

"So Christina?" Glenn said as they stood at the front door waving goodbye to Jack.

"Yes?" She replied closing the door the full realisation of them being alone in the house hitting her.

"Six or seven days together, alone." He said standing very close to her.

"Yes," she repeated again saying it very quietly.

"I told you the other day that I'd be ready and waiting when you're ready didn't I?"

"Now look Glenn," Christina said in a firmer voice as she started to walk down the hallway away from him. "This has to stop."

"Christina we haven't started yet."

"Well no I know we haven't," she mumbled sounding rather confused.

Glenn followed her down the corridor and caught hold of her elbow. He stopped her and pulled her round so they were looking at each other. With a smile on his face he said. "But of course we always could if you wanted to."

Christina could not help smiling at his cheek. "No that's ok but thanks for the offer."

"You're most welcome Auntie," he quipped back. "Like a cup of tea or coffee or something stronger?"

"Actually a cup of tea would be lovely she replied walking down to the family room as he went into the kitchen.

Amanda had left straight from the restaurant whispering in Christina's ear. 

"He is rather lovely, but I just don't know what to suggest. Whatever you decide I'll support you. Have fun whatever you do and call me at any time if you need me."

Christina sat in the dimly lit, large family room her mind whirring with all the conflicting thoughts she had been and still was having. She was wearing a skinny knit, quite tight yellow sweater and the blue Jaeger skirt. That was slightly flared and pleated and ended about two inches above her knees. The sweater was also fashionably short so that if she stretched or bent an interestingly, alluring band of flesh was revealed just above the waist band of the skirt. As it was still quite warm despite it being autumn and she had nicely tanned legs she had not bothered with stockings or tights. As she sat there cross legged the hem of the skirt rode up a little showing probably about six inches of her bare legs. When she heard Glenn coming down the stairs she uncrossed her legs, pulled the hem of the skirt down as far as she could and flicked the TV on.

They drank their tea in silence watching the television as the atmosphere seemed to Christina to get heavier and heavier. Glenn could hardly take his eyes off Christina's gorgeously shaped legs. She was aware that he kept looking at them. She really wanted to cross one knee over the other, for it was far more comfortable, but she resisted doing that feeling that it would only provoke Glenn's interest. The ten o'clock news came on.

"Well I guess it's bed for me," Glenn announced. "Another early start to morrow. You coming Christina?" 

"No I think I'll watch the news, you go on though," she said smiling more with the relief that he was leaving her alone.

"Hmmm shame I thought we might go together." Glenn laughed back.

"Please Glenn stop that."

"Why should I Christina, you know perfectly well how I feel?" He retorted in a firm voice walking over and standing next to her chair.

"Yes Glenn I think I've got the message."

"Maybe you have and maybe you haven't." Glenn said in an almost snarling tone making Christina look up at him. His face was very serious, almost dour.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"We'll see, we'll wait and see."

Christina hardly slept at all that night thinking that every creak and groan from the old house was Glenn moving around. She was petrified that he would come to her room. She was worried that he might try to force himself on her. She was more worried though as to what her reaction would be if he did! Like many women Christina was fascinated by the idea of being taken by force, slightly against her will.

The next day Mandy was on the phone early.

"Good girl, well done," she enthused when Christina told her nothing had happened. "Because you stopped him or because he didn't try," she went on laughing.

"A bit of both actually." Christina smiled back down the phone.

"So onto tonight then. Do you think you'll give in, hold out or seduce the hunk?"

"Well to tell you the absolute truth Mand who the fuck knows I don't!"

"How about I bring Chinese in?" Glenn asked when he called Christina on her mobile just as she was driving home from her workout at the gym. "It'll save you cooking."

Touched by his thoughtfulness Christina replied, "That's kind of you Glenn thanks."

She showered and dressed in a pair of silvery blue coloured combat pants and a short sleeved white blouse that had buttons right up the front. She purposefully made sure that neither garment was tight or in any way provocative hoping that the evening could pass in the pleasant way their sightseeing trips had been.

Glenn arrived shortly after with the three bottles of wine. "I've ordered the Chinese and it'll be here in half an hour. Give me time to grab a shower. Let me pour you a glass of wine auntie," he enthused.

As he showered she sat sipping her wine, watching TV and wondering just what the evening would bring.

"OK let me get things ready. Shall we eat here or in the kitchen? What do you think?" Glenn asked returning to the family room wearing tight blue jeans and a white, equally tight tee shirt. He had bare feet Christina noticed.

"I don't mind, let's stay here shall we it's nice and comfy?"

"Ok ma'am you're the boss here it'll be."

He got plates and bowls, chopsticks and napkins and sat opposite Christina his legs stretched out drinking a glass of wine as they waited for the delivery.

"Jesus Glenn you've ordered enough to feed four or five, you expecting someone?"

"No but I thought if we got peckish later we could heat some up, Chinese is great like that, we do it all the time."

"I've never had it that way."

"Oh really madam? " Glen said putting on a really posh voice. "You must have led a very sheltered life. May I enquire which ways you have had it?"

The clever double entendre made Christina laugh and forgetting the rule she had mentally made with herself to stay completely away from doing, saying or acting in any way that might encourage him she replied.

"Oh just the straightforward one, sitting down and finishing it all off in one go?"

"So no seconds usually or repeat orders?"

"Er not so much in recent years no."




Six Times a Night



"Well maybe tonight then madam you'll be able to try something new. A different way and lots and lots of seconds."

Christina thought it best not to reply to that.

"May I have some more wine?" she asked holding out her glass.

"Of course madam, you can have anything you want," Glenn replied pouring the wine for her.

They ate the food laughing and joking just as they had on those days out around London. Christina began to forget the kiss after the Ivy, the escapade in the kitchen just a couple of evenings ago and all the foreboding she felt. She began to relax and enjoy herself. They had been together alone all yesterday and last night and for a couple of hours today and nothing had happened. Glenn had tried nothing and had made no advances. 'Perhaps he's realised how wrong it is?' Christina thought as she drank yet another glass of wine.

They were sitting side by side, but a little distance apart, on a sofa with a long coffee table in front of them on which the cartons of food were spread out. 

They had drunk almost two of the bottles of wine and both were at that stage of inebriation when they were feeling very mellow and were 'gigglingly tipsy." 

They were laughing at the silliest little thing. Making inane jokes and finding humour in the most ordinary of things. Neither though was drunk, just pleasantly and invitingly relaxed.

"Well I thought that was great," Glenn said laying back and resting both arms outwards along the back of the sofa one of them going behind Christina who was still leaning forward.

She turned towards him and smiling said. "And so did I and I thank you for it Glenn, it was ever so thoughtful of you. I'm very grateful"

His hand dropped onto her shoulder as he replied. "How grateful Christina, grateful enough for a kiss?" as he pulled gently on her shoulder.

She looked at him looking at her. His broad chest with the tee stretched tightly across it, his muscular tanned arms poking out of the sleeves, his flat stomach. He looked good. He looked handsome and he was so attractive to her. But she knew she had to resist. She had come to that conclusion, that resolve. Whatever he suggested and no matter how she felt, she would not give in was what she had decided.

"Now come on Glenn you know I can't."

"Can't or won't?" He asked increasing the pressure on her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter the results the same Glenn we can't have sex so forget it," she said sharply starting to get up. 

But his hand stopped her. It gripped her shoulder and as she started to rise so he pulled her backwards. She tumbled into the corner of the settee and he was quickly right alongside her his arm now completely around her shoulder, his leg pressed against hers his chest grazing her breasts.

"We can make love, Christina," he said his face moving very close to hers. "We almost did the other night and you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Glenn I'm not going through that again. Now let me go."

"No, no I won't. I want to kiss you Christina."

"No Glenn please don't start," she said panicking a little for she was feeling slightly scared. Yet at the same time, she realized, she also felt excited. 

He was holding her tightly and was pressing her back right into the depths of the sofa. His face hovered by hers and then moved forward. Christina turned hers away so that his lips found her cheek. He kissed that and pulled her body against him, his firm chest squashing her small breasts.

"Kiss me Christina, kiss me."

"No Glenn, no."

"I said kiss me and that's what you are fuckingwell going to do, you know you want to," he snarled at her his hand suddenly gripping her chin and roughly pulling it round. 

She stared shocked and startled into his eyes as his lips found hers and ground against her mouth. Whimpering she tried to move her mouth away from his. Moaning with fright she tried pushing him away by placing her hands on his chest. He was too strong and simply pressed his body forwards trapping her hands between their chests. He lifted his leg and pressed that against her leg locking both of hers against the arm of the sofa. With her legs held like that, her arms trapped between their bodies and his arm around her shoulders she was powerless. So as his mouth again met hers there was nothing she could do. As his open lips engulfed hers she couldn't get away. And as he ground his lips against hers she had no alternative other than to try to remain passive. 

She tried to keep her mouth still but she knew it moved a little in response to his lip movements.

She tried keeping her mouth closed but her lips slipped open. 

She tried not moving her body but as his chest pressed firmly against her breasts she did squirm a little.

She tried especially hard not to move her tongue when his slid inside her mouth and pressed against her teeth and gums, but she felt it pressing back against his.

And then his hand found her breast. He squeezed it, rather hard. He pinched the nipple, just a little too firmly. The combination of those and his mouth on hers was quite explosive and incredibly powerful. 

With a grunt and a deep moan her lips opened fully. They moved against his and her tongue met his. Her head rolled from side to side but not with efforts to escape. No she was now kissing him back just as she had in the taxi and in the kitchen the other evening.

"Come to bed with me Christina?" he rather unwisely asked for that he broke the mood and changed the atmosphere.

He released the grip of his arms and moved his leg so she could move. She stood up.

"No Glenn I keep telling you."

He stood as well and put his hands on her shoulders. "You don't mean it, you don't want to turn me down, you know you want me."

"I do mean it Glenn. Now stop this once and for all," she tried to get away, but his strong arms stopped her and held her close to him their faces almost touching.

He tried to kiss her again but she turned her face away. The almost manic look in his eyes and the powerful grip on her shoulders together with the intimidating phrases he was using were frightening her. She felt out of control, under his spell and completely out of her depth. Never before had anyone forced themselves on her. Never had she been involved in unwanted sex and never had she been in a situation where she had to fight a man off. But it was not all frightening for part of her she realised with surprise was welcoming the force and was enjoying what he was doing.

"Stop Glenn, stop it now," she pleaded pushing against his chest and trying to force him off. 

"No you know you want it," he snarled stumbling a little as Christina squirmed away from him. He lost his grasp on her and she managed to get away but only for a few yards. He was just too quick and strong and as she darted across the room he caught her by the waist band of her combat pants and pulled her backwards. She stumbled and started to fall pulling him with her. They fell in a bunch. Christina was on her side with him laying half on top of her. She couldn't move, she was completely trapped. His weight held her there stopping her from getting away. 

She knew that the fighting and squirming had made a couple of buttons on her blouse come undone and although she could not see she knew from the cool air on her skin that he had pulled the waistband of her pants down at least a few inches and she wondered just how much of her buttocks were on view.

"Christina. Christina, darling stop fighting me," Glenn whispered into her ear as his hand roamed down her front into the gap at the top of her blouse and onto her bare skin above her bra. "You know you want me, you do don't you for you've said so."

"No Glenn, no I don't want you," she replied sharply. "Not like this," she lied.

"So if not like this how then?" he came back quickly his hand moving further down her chest right onto her bra covered breast. He caressed and squeezed that.

"Oh no way Glenn I've told you how wrong it is and I couldn't do it."

"Not like this Christina?" He asked as his fingers slid inside her bra and right onto her nipple. "Don't tell me you don't like this?" he went on stroking and squeezing the pink bud that to her consternation she felt harden under his touch. 

.At the same time he moved his body a little so that as she had the other evening she felt his long hard penis press against the cheeks of her bum. He started to make little pumping and thrusting movement against her buttocks as his fingers pushed further into her bra cupping and squeezing her entire breast. His finger and thumb pinched her nipple, a little too hard, Christina thought with some relief for that stopped the feelings of pleasure building up in her as simultaneously she was caressed above and beneath her waist.

She just lay there. On her side, her blouse undone, one breast now as good as out of her bra and her trousers half down the cheeks of her bottom. She could not escape and did not know what to do. His hands were on her breasts and nipples his erection was squirming its hardness against the cheek of her ass. She was slightly worried though that she was not as quite as concerned as she felt she should be, not quite as scared as being in a near rape situation suggested she should be. And she had to admit that she was feeling some sensations that she would have preferred not to have happened. 

She was she knew becoming aroused.

His tongue ran around her ear as he undid more buttons on her blouse and quite roughly pulled both breasts out from the flimsy, lacy bra.

"God Christina your breasts are so beautiful," he whispered pushing the tip of his tongue into her ear as he caressed each breast in turn. 

"Let me go Glenn, let me go, "she replied a little lamely as he twisted the very evidently hard and aroused nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Christina don't say you aren't enjoying this, your nipples are so hard they are telling me a completely different story?" 

Now more in fear of her own reactions than of what he might do to her she did not reply. The idea of him forcing himself completely on her had somehow lost the horror she had at first felt. The thought of him taking her by force, raping her really, did not alarm her or fill her with the dread that she thought it should.

She felt him turning her so that she was almost laying on her front her face and bared breasts pressed against the carpet. He pressed one of his hands fairly firmly in the middle of her shoulders holding her still although, in reality, she was starting to realise that probably was not necessary. Her will to fight him was waning. Her desire to get away was reducing and her resistance to the idea of being fucked by her nephew was slipping away from her.

She felt his other hand on the waist band of her combat pants and them being pulled downwards. She put up a perfunctory struggle.

"No Glenn you musn't," she moaned. 

But now both of them knew that was merely a token gesture. The pants slid up each hillock of her bottom over their peaks and down the delicious slopes to be rumpled around her upper thighs. She pressed her legs tightly together still playing the game that was expected of her, but now with a rapidly reducing commitment. She felt him tugging the waist band further down her legs so that the crotch of the combat pants slid away from her pussy.

He stroked the skin of her bare ass murmuring and sighing at the smooth, soft flesh under his fingers. "Mmmm oh yes, oh yes baby," he cooed.

She felt a shudder run through her and fervently hoped he hadn't noticed it for she knew now that she was definitely becoming aroused. As it happened he hadn't noticed it for his attention was on the gorgeous ass that was just inches from his face and which he was caressing and stroking. He looked at the beautifully shaped cheeks, the walls of the erotic cliffs that plunged into the delicious crease between them. The narrow waist, the flare of her so womanly hips and the smoothness of her tanned thighs with the tiny, golden hairs on them. And there around her gorgeous body, circling her waist and snuggling between her cheeks was her thong. Frilly, lacy and so delicate. A trivial garment, one that was hardly worth wearing for all the cover it provided. One that really had no other meaningful purpose than to excite and thrill. Maybe, he wondered as he stared at it and ran his fingertips round the lacy waistband and along the slither that slid between her buttocks, the thrill was as much for the wearer as for the viewer. 

Seeing it and her body, pulling on the waist band and the ridiculously miniscule slither at the back stirred him though. It made him want to pull it and stretch it. 

"Oh fuck me Christina this is such a view. Your ass is so incredible and that amazing thong," he muttered hoarsely as he pulled on the lace and silk stretching the thong even more tightly between the cheeks of her bottom.

Christina was aware that she had a shapely ass and she knew that it looked good in a thong. She was equally aware that she had a sensitive bum. And she was keenly aware that his manipulating of the thong, stroking of her flesh and his strong and arousing words were getting to her. No longer could she even put up the pretence of struggling. No longer make verbal objections or try to get away. She hadn't yet given in completely but knew that she was heading that way.

She could feel the material being pulled tightly around her tummy and across the lips of her pussy. She felt the slither of lace that formed the totally inadequate gusset of the thong sliding inside her lips. And most alarmingly and most arousingly she felt the front of the thong, where the gusset met the tiny pouch that endeavoured, usually unsuccessfully without strict trimming or shaving, to cover the wearer's pubis, pressing firmly right on her clitoris. As he pulled the underwear back and forth so the combination of the material sliding between her lips and the pressure on her clit was so intense she felt herself starting to cum. It took an almost superhuman effort to resist giving into the feelings. It was only by wiggling her torso as though still trying to get away that stopped them. But seeing her bottom squirming, which made her shapely cheeks wobble simply inflamed Glenn even more.

"Oh fuck this Christina its incredible," he whined pulling harder and harder on the thong. 

It was now biting into her and hurting a little but then suddenly there was a tearing sound and she felt the material split. The pressure was relieved around her waist and between her legs as the torn material flapped in his hands. 

"Jesus," she thought he's ripped my knickers off me. She had never had that done to her before and it was somehow symbolic of what her nephew was doing to her. It was a sort of signal that by taking her, to some extent, by force that he was overcoming the incest thing. That by ripping her underwear from her that he was removing the last barrier. Taking away the need for her to give in, acquiesce and agree to his demands.

As he did that he pushed his knees between her thighs using one of his on the inside of hers to open her thighs wide. He started stroking and caressing her bum again, but now also he was able to stroke the inside of her smooth, silky thighs.

She tried several times to close her legs, so that he wouldn't be able to get to her pussy, but each time he stopped her. He was just too strong. So she was forced to lay there on her front, with Glenn's side and arm pressed into her back, his leg between hers holding one down and keeping both open. Her pants were now half way down her thighs and the waistband of the ripped thong was still in place but the back and gusset of it had gone leaving the crease of her bum and her pussy completely bare. 

Murmuring and muttering about how lovely she was he was running his fingers all over the two cheeks, between and up and down her thighs. Almost as if leaving the best to last he had not so far touched her vagina but all the time his fingers were moving nearer. And then on one sweep up her smooth thigh he didn't stop and he brushed the tips of his fingers along her lips. The surge of sensation hit her and she grunted and jerked her body. She wiggled under his weight trying even harder to get away for now she had another reason as well. She felt the fingers return and this time it wasn't a brief touch but a purposeful slide right along the slit between the two lips. The two pink, bloated lips. The two sensitive lips. The two, Christina realised, soaking wet lips.

"Mmmmm that feels nice Christina, doesn't it?"

"Stop Glenn stop," she said sharply wiggling her bottom and trying to squirm out from under him.

Of course he didn't. "Oh no Christina I can't stop now. You don't want me to and I don't want to."

"I do want you to, aaargh, ooooo," she grunted as she felt his fingers slide inside her. 

She tried hard to resist. She tried desperately hard not to let the fingers go inside her or to let the feelings take her over. She fought so hard mentally trying to stop her mind accepting what her body was screaming out for. But of course she couldn't. Things had gone too far now. Physically and emotionally she was now drained and primed. Drained of the will to fight and primed to accept the orgasm that he had been slowly building in her.

And then he started pumping them. Easing his straightened fingers in and out of her, up and down her. Using his fingers as a surrogate cock to fuck her.

"Is that nice Chrissy, is it auntie?" he joked at her as she felt the inevitable sensations on the inside of her most womanly place being caressed.

She didn't know what to think. Whether she should be disappointed or pleased, happy or sad, relieved or frustrated. But the fright and the scaredness, the feelings of being demeaned and degraded and the concern over being forced to submit to him were now being taken over by other feelings. Arousal, excitement and heightened sexual sensations were starting to pervade her body. She fought as hard to resist those feelings as she had to resist him but the outcome was exactly the same. She completely failed. 

Laying there trapped and helpless, humiliated by her position and feeling so sordid by how her clothing was in disarray she realised that she was starting to cum. She started to pant and sigh. Her body jerked several times and her fingers dug into the carpet. Her mouth was open as she struggled for air and her eyes were tightly closed. 

His fingers probed deeper and pumped harder and she reacted accordingly. 

She groaned with annoyance at herself as she felt herself pulling her knees upwards. She felt so humiliated as her tummy was lifted from the floor, as her pussy was pushed upwards and towards him He was winning, she knew that and that so frustrated her. 

She was now half-kneeling her legs wide apart, her head resting on her arms, her chest and stomach raised from the carpet, her ass and pussy in the air as her nephew finger fucked her cunt. And finger fucked it so well that his aunt, his blood relative, his mother's sister was climaxing on the end of those fingers.

"Is it good Christina? Is it good for you?" Glenn whispered.

"Oh you bastard, you sod," she moaned back as the sensations built up more and more inside her mind and body. His other hand had now reached round her so that it was underneath her stroking her clit, running up her stomach and onto her breasts. But still the other hand pumped in and out of her pussy thrusting in as far as the three or four fingers would go then almost slipping out as they withdrew.

She was now in the throes of a full blown orgasm. Her mind had been completely blown by the sensations her body was experiencing and she was writhing and squirming trying to get every last ounce of excitement and pleasure she could from the marvellous things Glenn was doing to her.




Six Times a Night



"Oooooooooo," she sighed, "arrrrrrrrrggggh," she moaned as her orgasm completely exploded.

"Is that good Christina, is it, is it?

Although part of her so hated saying it she couldn't stop herself from being truthful. "Oh yes, yes Glenn it's sooooooooo good."

Then she passed over the crest of her orgasm and started that lovely, warm, soft descent down the other side. She sank to the floor, he slowly removed his hand and gently pulled at her body indicating for her to turn over onto her back. He was kneeling beside her looking down at her. He smiled and she couldn't stop herself from smiling back. She was in that tender, loving and such sensitive post climax state when women need to be handled carefully and shown that what they've just given of them self is special. And she felt that Glenn was doing just that.

His eyes bored into hers as he took hold of the tee shirt and pulled it up over his head and said. "Christina that was marvellous. Thank you so much."

Feeling now close to him she ran her gaze over his firm, tight body almost shivering with the anticipation of being crushed against it as she heard him continuing. "You are so beautiful and so sexy, I want you Christina."

She didn't reply. This time she did not reject him or say that they should not or could not for she was watching transfixed as his fingers undid the brass buttons on his jeans. One by one they came undone until he was able to peel the denim away from him. He wasn't wearing underpants she noted the realisation of that sending a thrill through her for some reason. Then the jeans were being pushed down and for the first time she saw her nephew naked, she saw her nephew's bare body she saw her nephew's rigid, straining cock. 

And it was a lovely cock. In fact, she thought, it was a beautiful cock. Long and slender and smooth and silky looking it soared up his wonderfully flat belly until it reached his naval. Uncircumcised, it was shaped like a rocket ship she thought, with a bulbous end and a vividly purple tip straining through the foreskin. He rested his hand on it and looked at her. She suddenly realised that he was no longer restraining her, he was not holding her back or stopping her from moving or leaving. He wasn't forcibly doing that but there was something even more powerful keeping her there. A stronger force was stopping her from leaving. A more restraining influence was working on her. And that was her need to be fucked. Her need to be fucked here and now by her nephew!

"You like?" he asked meaningfully stroking his erection as they smiled at each other now they both knew they were at peace.

She sat up and, looking him straight in the eye, she slowly undid the last few buttons on her blouse. Neither spoke as she took that off and dropped it on the floor beside her. He could see her heavily erect nipples poking over the thin, cups of her flimsy bra and his cock if anything hardened even more at the thought of them in his mouth. His fingers closed around his cock and he stroked himself as his aunt reached behind her and unclipped the bra. That too joined the other clothes on the floor. Christina got up and slid the trousers off and momentarily stood before him dressed just in the ripped thong the torn back of which was hanging down between her legs. Her fingers were fiddling with the lace waist band of the thong. They were threading the material between them. She looked right into his eyes as she pushed her hips forward.

"You said to tell you when the time is right Glenn. When I want you. You said you'd be waiting didn't you?

"Yes Christina, yes I did." He replied his eyes almost hypnotised by her fingers holding and twisting the lace around her narrow waist.

"Well Glenn," she said in almost a whisper as both hands gripped tightly on the material. "I want you now," she went on her hands suddenly pulling hard on the lace tearing it apart and ripping the remnants of the thong from her body as she continued. "I want you to fuck me Glenn and fuck me now."

And fuck they did. 

All that evening and most of the night. He fucked her six or seven times, she thought, although she may well have been wrong because one bout of lovemaking seemed to roll into the next. The whole period from around eight o'clock that evening until ten or eleven the next morning, when they eventually got up, became to her one long fuck. She had never experienced anything like it in all her life. She had never been fucked so many times in such a short period and she had rarely enjoyed being fucked as much as she did that night with her nephew. 

He was insatiable and with him she felt insatiable. He was adventurous and that made her feel adventurous and they were both wild, abandoned and ambitious. She felt so feminine and so wanted. It wasn't that he was a great lover for really he wasn't. He was too rushed, a little too interested in his own satisfaction and slightly too eager to actually fuck as opposed to make love, but he made up for those shortcomings and more by his stamina and his recovery powers.

He firstly fucked her on the floor of the family room. After she had ripped the remains of her panties from her body and had told him that she wanted him to fuck her he had taken her in his arms and crushed her naked body against his bareness. He had squashed her breasts against his firm chest. He had pressed his long, hard cock into her stomach. He had run his hands up and down her back groaning and moaning with pleasure as he cupped the delicious cheeks of her bum sending sharp shocks of pleasure through her as he squeezed and pinched them.

It was such a wonderful feeling for Christina to be crushed against such a firm, taught and muscular body. Being used to the softer, flabbier, approaching middle age body of her husband it came as such a pleasantly, thrilling surprise to feel the body of a young man. The litheness and the firmness. He had no excess flesh on him. His chest was muscular, his legs and arms were lithe and sinewy and his belly was as flat as a washboard. And his cock was so hard. Much harder than Jack's ever was nowadays. It pressed insistently and so invitingly into her soft tummy as, kneeling, they kissed and ground their bodies together.

All thoughts of the taboo side of what they were about to do were pushed to the back of Christina's mind. It was as if the fact that he had forced her to submit to his will had overcome that consideration. By taking her to an orgasm without her agreement, by making her cum without her invitation and by almost raping her, albeit with his fingers, it somehow changed her view. It made it more acceptable for some reason.

"Maybe," she thought as he pushed her onto her back. "It's because I'm so aroused, but I feel no guilt."

"Possibly," she continued thinking to herself as he lay on top of her, "I'll regret it later."

"It could be," she mused as he wiggled downwards his cock slipping between her legs that she opened. "That it is terribly wrong."

Somehow her mind registered that he was not wearing a condom. Had they have not been related she may, well almost certainly would, have done nothing. Although she was on the pill the consequences of a pregnancy were so enormous that she stopped him.

"You have to wear a condom Glenn."

"Perhaps," she went on thinking as she felt the tip of his cock nuzzling right against the folds of her pussy. "We will do it just the once and then we'll both come to our senses."

But as he pushed his hips forward and his delightful feeling, long, hard cock slid effortlessly up her welcoming pussy all such thoughts were rudely pushed from her mind. As she raised her knees and wrapped her legs around him encouraging an even deeper penetration, so there was only one thought in her mind. That was gaining every bit of sexual pleasure she could from his young firm body and magnificently hard cock.

It didn't last long. Time and patience was not necessary for either of them. Guile and subtlety in their lovemaking was not on the agenda, even if Glenn was able to have sex that way. No raw, hard, fast sex was what the situation called for and that's exactly what they had.

Hardly was he fully in her than she wrapped her legs round him. He had only just started to thrust up and down her when both of them were grunting and moaning with the feelings they were experiencing. It was just a short while before he was thrusting hard and deep with the sort of movements that a more adept lover would have saved for later. As both of their heads were rolling from side to side as they panted and gasped kissing was difficult but they slobbered on the others chin, cheek or neck trying to combine oral with penetrative sex. Everything became flustered and urgent, fast and really out of control. But still it was exhilarating for both of them.

For Glenn to have got his way made him feel good. For him to be making love to Christina, an older, beautiful woman was fantastic for him. And somehow having sex with his aunt, his mother's sister, was the nearest thing to having it with his mother and that was something that had always fascinated him.

For Christina the feelings and emotions were different. At the forefront of them was the fact that she was being made love to by a man with a virility she had forgotten existed. A young man was filling her to overflowing with a cock that was of a hardness she could hardly remember. A body was against hers and she was being held by one that had the firmness, sharpness and smoothness of youth, features of men that were to her well in the past. That it was her nephew was a concern. That she would always now have trouble facing her sister was a consideration. And that she was committing incest did worry her. But, as she had sort of reconciled earlier, the forcible way that he had made her submit to him and the humiliating manner in which he had made her cum against her will gave her some form of justification, didn't it? 

"I didn't fuck my nephew willingly, he forced me!" 

And that seemed to make it more acceptable, not right but just about ok enough for her to push it to the back of her mind and to revel in the physical enjoyment and pleasure he was giving her.

"Oh fuck Christina, fuck," he moaned his body going rigid in her arms. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

"I know. Yes Glenn cum for me, cum with me," she grunted as she felt his body go tight and his cock strain even more as he held it still deep inside her.

They climaxed together. It was a good orgasm for him for he poured his sperm into the condom in stream after stream of energetic eruptions. He was noisy and he rolled his body around as he grunted and moaned how, "Fucking marvellous it was."

Her orgasm was strong, but was not overall totally satisfactory. Almost as soon as he'd ejaculated he withdrew and rolled onto his back leaving her still jerking and shaking.

"Oh fuck me Christina, that was fabulous." He moaned seemingly unaware that hers was still going on. 

In that tender, sensitive, immediate post orgasm state Christina wanted to be held and cuddled, whispered to and gently kissed as her mind and body returned to normality after the extremes of the sexual agitation. 

But even when she rolled onto her side, pressed her breasts against his arm and ran her fingers over his broad, tanned chest he did not respond, but repeated how amazing it had been. Even when she brushed her fingers through his hair and whispered. 

"Yes it was good Glenn, very good," he didn't react in a tender way. But amazingly, when she ran her hand down his body and onto his flat stomach, he did react. Not with tenderness or sensitivity. Not with a gentle kiss or a warm cuddle. Not with soft, loving words. No such things were clearly not known to him. Such behaviour was foreign to him and Christina mentally registered, quite shocking herself, "I'll have to teach him." What came so naturally to him, however, could well be a strong compensating factor though, for as her hand slid down his stomach his penis was laying sideways across it semi hard. And even more incredibly as her fingers closed round it she felt it start to grow and harden.

"My God Glenn, I don't believe it," she murmured as he turned and looked at her.

"I've always been able to get hard a second time almost immediately," he smiled.

"Mmmmmm wonderful," Christina smiled lovingly stroking his increasing girth and hardness.

"I want you again," Christina he said kissing her chin and cheeks and grasping one of her breasts. "Do you want me? Want me to fuck you again? Fuck you with my hard, young cock Christina? Do you? Do you Christina?"

His words seemed to mesmerise her. "Yes Glenn I do. I want you to fuck me again," she replied her body reacting to the growing hardness in her hand, the feelings he was stirring up with his fingers on her breasts and the effect of his and her words. "I want you to fuck me again and again and again Glenn," she went on as their mouths met and they kissed deeply.

"No like this," she said turning onto her front and kneeling on all fours. "Like this Glenn, doggy fashion as they call it." 

Then amazingly to her, less than an hour later she was saying.

"Now it's my turn," Christina said huskily straddling him across his thighs and reaching down and behind her to guide his erection into her one more time.

And that is how that extraordinary night progressed. 

From the initial rather frightening 'hand rape' of her, through the two times they had sex on the floor of the family room to them going to the spare bedroom and Christina being on top as she screwed him.

They showered together drank more wine and around midnight they did heat up the Chinese food and ate that sitting around in dressing gowns in the family room where it had all started. 

As well as making love, well having sex really for there was no lasting love involved, they talked. In fact they seemed able to talk more and easier now that they were lovers than they had before and they were not exactly tongue-tied then. He told her about the girls he had been with explaining his love of older women giving her, perhaps rather too much, details about those he had been with. 

He asked about her relationship with Jack and she was honest explaining that she did still love him, but that due to his almost total lack of sexual interest she was being forced to look elsewhere.

"Hence you get lucky," she laughed rolling over on top of him. "Affairs are just too messy."

"So you've had some have you?" 

She laughed. "Now that would be telling wouldn't it?"

She did tell him though. She told how she had two affairs, the last about three years ago and the first about five. 

As the night wore on they would doze and then wake up, have more sex then doze off again. In between sex they chatted and chatted not just about sex but many different things as well.

At last they slept. It must have been after three and Christina thought they'd probably had sex at least four and maybe five times. As she dozed off slightly drunk and amazingly well satisfied she could not help thinking how wonderful young men can be as lovers. She also could not help wondering just what else was in store for her while her husband was away and she and her nephew were alone in the house.

*

They did not go out of the house much the rest of that Saturday, the Sunday or Monday. They did not need to for what both of them most needed was right there. Each other.

It became a quite amazing sexfest, an incredible love-in and a fantastic sexual tutorial.

As Christina became somewhat of an addict for the firm, taught youthfulness of his body so she also gave him little tips. As she started to understand the attraction, she had read about and some friends had told her about, of young men so she coached and guided him. As she started to become used to being with a man who was able to be hard again almost as soon as he had gone soft, one being able to cum again within half an hour of the first time and one having the stamina to cum four, five and even six times in a night, or day, so she returned those with the sort of sexual education only an older woman can provide.

Through that weekend and the early part of the week they thrilled and enjoyed each other to the full and at the same time taught each other.

"No not as hard as that," she told him when he held her breasts too firmly.

"Don't squeeze my nipples so tightly Glenn, that hurts, just gently pinch them."

"Yes there, right there," she advised and encouraged him as his fingers fumbled around the lips of her pussy. "It's best right alongside my clit Glenn not on it," she whispered gently stroking his head as she lay with her back against the headboard, her legs wide open, her knees drawn up and Glenn's mouth between her thighs.

"Take your time darling, don't hurry, don't rush just enjoy my body and love my breasts and pussy." 

With advice and encouragement like that Glenn became such a better lover over that weekend that the thought of being alone with him for the next few nights made Christina shudder with the sheer sexual expectancy of what they would get up to. 

Now, being able to combine, gentleness, patience and consideration for the woman with his incredible stamina and sexual energy, Glenn was turning into a very formidable lover indeed. "Or", as Christina mumbled, through mouthfuls of his cock that she was sucking. "You're my sex machine Glenn."

She was teaching him she realised and he was a quick learner. He started being more subtle with his lovemaking, He stroked her small breasts rather than grabbed them, pinched nicely her nipples as opposed to squeezing them painfully, caressed her pussy lips and clit instead of rubbing them. He became more patient taking his time to fully arouse her before entering her. After she explained at some length about the difference between a man's and a woman's climaxes he held her and cuddled her after he had cum while she was still tingling and shaking with the aftermath of hers.

The week passed by in one riot of sex. 

That Friday set the pattern for the next few days. He would come home from college and they would make love, usually on the sofa in the family room Sometimes though it would be with them standing up or with Christina bent forward over a chair or with her chest flat on the table or work surface. They would have a meal either, staying in or, popping to one of the local pubs or bistros. She had got over her concern about being seen in such places with a much younger man. Now she readily held his hand and even exchanged kisses and caresses in public. After dinner they might watch TV or a DVD or listen to music as one way or another they built up to their evening excitement. She might give him a massage or he might rub her back or feet as slowly, now, they moved towards having full sex. Usually they would do it twice in succession before relaxing for a couple of hours before going to bed around 10 or 10.30.

They slept together every night having a languid and quite long fuck involving lots of foreplay and oral before dozing off in each other's arms.

The mornings were especially magical for Christina. She had never, other than few times on holiday, had sex in the mornings for Jack was off to work so early. With Glenn, though, she had the extreme thrill of being woken up with his erection pressed against her bum or tummy or thigh, his hands stroking her breasts or his mouth on her nipple. And she responded to those advances. On the mornings where she woke first her arms would encircle his lovely body sliding down the flatness of his belly to find his genitalia. She loved just laying there, her breasts pressed into his back, her hands stroking and caressing his cock and balls feeling it harden and stretch. That was such thrilling sensation for her. To experience the hardness increasing, the length and girth growing and the flesh becoming warmer. As his erection grew so he'd wake, but lay still letting Christina pleasure herself by using his body as her plaything.