The Garden in France Pt. 01

Tom had been surprised when the offer came but not disappointed. A conversation with his slightly drunk, sixty year-old Aunt, four months earlier, had slipped from his mind by the following morning and yet, here was this invitation in his inbox.

Dear Tom,

I hope you're well and that you recall our conversation at the party for Nan and Grandad. When you offered to come over to France and help me redesign the garden I was so pleased. As I said, I will pay for your flights and your time and you can stay here with me; there's plenty of room since the kids moved out.

I have the summer break beginning the week after next so I hope you could start soon after that.

Let me know,

Lots of love,

Sue xx

His Mum's older sister had been in France teaching English for thirty years. Her husband, Philippe, had died from cancer almost twenty years ago, when Tom was six years old. He didn't remember the Frenchman from Alsace but he did remember the terrible upset in the family when it happened, with his Mum and his Nan crying a lot.

Sue had decided to stay in France; both of her children were very young; Marc was Tom's age and Charlotte was a year younger; but they were at the local school that Sue taught at and she was fully immersed in the French language and culture, so she thought she could cope with being a single parent in a foreign country. In fact she did more than cope; she flourished. She brought the kids up to be fine young people; Marc had become a teacher too and Charlie had just got her Masters degree in languages and had moved to Strasbourg, some thirty miles away, to work at the European Parliament. The 'French family' would visit the U. K two three times a year, usually for family parties, so Tom had always been great friends with his cousins. Marc, like Tom, had a love of football and beer while Charlie had always been great fun and had grown into a gorgeous young woman; tall with long curly hair and great legs.

Tom rang his Mum and told her about the invitation;

"It'll be fine, Mum," he said, "I don't start the new job until August so I'm free for the next month. I get full board, good money and two weeks in the sun; it's perfect."

"Well, I can't believe she asked you, frankly," Carol replied, "surely Marc can do it?"

"Marc is going on a summer camp with his school and anyway; I offered," Tom replied.

"Well don't let her take advantage of your good nature, love; she'll have you doing all of her DIY before you know it," his Mum said, "when are you going to go?"

"A week's time," Tom said, "I'll book a flight tomorrow."

And that was that; discussion over; Tom was going to France to help his Aunt.

A week later Tom emerged from the French side of the Arrivals part of Basel Airport, (he'd been careful not to turn the wrong way and end up in the Swiss side,) and spotted Sue straight away. She was waving at him; a huge smile on her face. He walked towards her, pulling his small suitcase, noting that she had lost some weight since he'd last seen her, at Easter. She was a few inches shorter than his six foot tall, with short, blonde hair. Her trimmer figure emphasised her great tits, as did the tight-fitting top she was wearing. She flung her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek;

"Oh, Tom; it's so good to see you," she said. She stood back and looked him up and down;

"Are you still working out?" she said, squeezing his upper arm.

"Yes, every day, if I can," he said, "although I expect that the work in the garden will be my workout for the next fortnight." Sue grinned at him;

"You're probably right," she said; "come on, the car's this way." She walked ahead of him, her tight jeans and wedge sandals giving her a great looking arse which she was obviously proud of.

The drive to the house was full of chatter; her catching up with the family news; him asking about his cousins.

"Marc is away for three weeks on this camp that the school runs for underprivileged kids," Sue said, "but we might see Charlie if she can tear herself away from her new job."

"How's that going?" Tom asked,

"Really well," Sue replied, "she's enjoying the challenge of being one of the pool of interpreters during the debates and committees; the next step is to get noticed by one of the MEP's and get taken on a trip abroad; that's where the prestige roles are."

"And the better money, I suppose?" Tom asked.

"Oh, yes," Sue said; "if she was to become the regular interpreter for a Minister, she could double her money; plus, the trips are all on expenses." Tom nodded, understanding more about how things worked. He was proud of his cousin; she had worked really hard at her studies and was now starting to see the rewards for it.

When they got to the three-storey house, Sue took him up to Marc's old room on the top floor. Tom had been here a few times before, especially when he was younger, and he remembered the great view over the village to the Vosges mountains. Sue undid the wooden shutters, allowing the warm sunlight to flood the room.

"You've got your own bathroom next door so you should be fine up here," Sue said.

"Thanks, Aunty," Tom said.

"Let's make it Sue from now on," she replied; "Aunty just makes me feel old." Tom smiled back at her;

"Okay," he said; "anyway, you're not old. Besides, you look great." Sue blushed slightly and kissed him one the cheek.

"Thank you for noticing," she said.

That first evening was warm enough to sit outside to eat and Tom enjoyed the chicken salad and the cheese, washed down with some nice local Riesling. As the light faded, Tom looked at his watch and yawned.

"I'm sorry, Sue, but it's been a long day so I think I'll get to bed," he said, standing up.

"Alright, love," Sue said, "I'll chuck this lot in the dishwasher; don't set an alarm, just get up when you're ready." He leant down and kissed her on the cheek,

"Goodnight," he said, "see you in the morning."

"G'night, love," she said, smiling up at him.

By the time he'd washed and brushed his teeth it was ten o'clock. He undressed and put on a pair of boxer shorts before going over to the window to close the shutters. He leaned out and looked down, remembering that the window was above the decking where they'd been sitting. Sue was still outside, sitting with her feet up on a stool; the single candle flickering next to her. In the gathering gloom he could see her moving but wasn't sure what the movement was. As his eyes grew accustomed to the low light, he could see her right arm jerking backwards and forwards; but he couldn't see her hand; her arm ended at the top of her jeans. It took him a moment to work out what was happening and, when he did, he was transfixed. His Aunt was playing with herself.

Tom watched, fascinated by her arm-movement. She must have undone the jeans because her arm had plenty of room to move and he began to wonder about what she might be wearing underneath. Was it boy-shorts? Was it normal knickers? Was it a thong? Or; was she wearing anything at all? He slipped his hand inside his shorts and felt his growing erection. He stroked his cock, slowly; still staring at his Aunt below. His cock grew thicker in his hand and was soon at it's full size. He pushed his shorts down and stood naked at the window, wanking. He could just hear quiet moans, a sound which made him hornier still. Sue seemed to be bringing herself to climax and he quite clearly heard her say;

"Oh, fuck," as she squirmed in her seat and her hand sped up it's efforts. His cock was now rock hard and he could feel himself close to cumming. He held back a few more seconds and then gripped his foreskin with the fingers of his left hand while pumping hard on his throbbing cock.

His orgasm was long and very strong; the best wank he'd had in ages. As his jerks subsided he heard;

"Fuck, fuck," from the garden below and watched as Sue withdrew her hand from her jeans and then licked each finger carefully, smacking her lips like she'd been eating fried chicken. Tom ejaculated into a tissue, noting that there was a lot of cum, before using another tissue to wipe his cock. He then pulled up his shorts, went to the bathroom and flushed the tissues before returning to his room. When he looked out of the window, Sue and the candle had gone.

Tom woke up next morning with the sun streaming through the open shutters which he'd forgotten to shut; the room was so bright that he wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to sleep through to eight o'clock. He finished his morning bathroom routine and was on his way back to the bedroom when Sue shouted up to him;

"Tom? Coffee?"

"Great," he called down, "I'll be down in a sec."

"Don't rush," Sue called back. Tom went into the bedroom and picked out a pair of black underpants from his case. He dropped his boxers and was just stepping into the underwear when a voice said;

"Oh, sorry." Tom lost his balance and fell onto the bed, naked. He just caught sight of Sue and a cup disappearing backwards out of the door. He scrambled into his pants as Sue said;

"I'm so sorry, Tom; I should have knocked. I'll leave it out here."

"Don't worry, Sue; come in." Tom said, grabbing yesterday's t-shirt and pulling it over his head as she came back into the room. She put the cup on the chest of drawers and turned to her nephew, who had the t-shirt around his neck and was still struggling to get his arms into it. He looked up to see her staring at his torso and groin. His briefs were struggling to contain a growing erection and he realised that the shape of his cock was plainly obvious.

Tom finally got the t-shirt on, which was long enough to cover his erection as he sat on the side of the bed.

"Sorry, love," Sue said, "I should have knocked; are you okay?"

"I'm fine; don't worry; I should've closed the door," Tom smiled, trying to diffuse the situation. "Thanks for the coffee; I'll be right down."

Sue nodded and turned to the door;

"I got fresh croissants from the bakery," she said as she headed down the stairs.

Tom sipped his coffee, reflecting on what had just happened. Was it deliberate? Had she tried to catch him naked? As he pulled on his shorts and trainers he thought back to recent family celebrations; he had never felt like Sue was flirting with him or watching him; their relationship was a completely normal one for an aunt and nephew; so what was that? He put on a fresh t-shirt, drained his cup and went downstairs.

Sue was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. She looked up and smiled at him as he came into the room.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Great, thanks," he said, sitting down opposite her. Breakfast was delicious; lots of fruit and croissants, yogurt and berries. Tom took his coffee and sat on the front steps, looking out at the garden. A few minutes later Sue joined him;

"Right," he said; "what's the plan?" Sue began to talk through what she wanted; a fence replacing; a new herb garden planted; an overgrown corner stripped out and a small tree planting; a brick wall repointing and a water feature installing. As she pointed out the various spots where the work was to be done he made pictures in his mind, assessing what would be needed and how long each job would take. They had discussed the weather before he left England; she told him that working in the sun between midday and four in the afternoon was impossible but he said that jobs could be scheduled, some bits could be done in the shade of the house during those hours and that he would work round it. Now he was here he could see that there would not be much shade and that just about every spot Sue pointed to would be exposed to the heat. Now it was his turn;

"Did you get me insured for your car?" he asked.

"Yes; for the full two weeks," she replied. He nodded;

"Good," he said. "You drive me to the wood merchants and the garden-supply place this morning and I'll drive back, to get used to the car and the directions. From tomorrow, I'll take the car to get what I need each morning, on my own. That way you won't be tempted to lift anything or help me to get stuff in and out of the car. After that, I won't need the car for the rest of the day. I don't want you helping with any manual stuff; this is what I do. Once I've dug out the herb garden and put the raised beds in, you can do the planting but that will probably be three days away yet. How does that sound?"

Sue was silent for a moment before saying;

"When did you get so grown up?" He smiled at her;

"When Mum divorced Dad and I became the man of the house, I guess. You only see me at the Chinese or at Mum's house and I'm off duty then; but this is what I do for a living, and I'm bloody good at it. So; do we have a deal?" he said. Sue stood up and took their cups.

"We do," she said, going back inside.

The first two days passed quickly; Tom finished replacing the wooden fence on the first day and then painted it in wood preserver on the second. He enjoyed the work but had to concede defeat to the sun when it became stifling, even in the shade. Sue kept him supplied with plenty of water and the odd mug of tea whilst also feeding him with wonderful baguettes filled with ham, local cheese and tomatoes. Other than that, she did as requested and kept out of his way.

Day Two, while he was painting, was particularly warm so he took off his shirt and covered himself in sun cream, adding his battered old sun hat, which his Granddad had given him. At one point, during the afternoon, he glanced to his left and spotted Sue watching him from the kitchen window, a coffee cup to her lips. He smiled to himself; it wasn't uncommon to have female customers watching him; in fact he'd had several sexual propositions which he'd happily taken up; enjoying an afternoon fucking a forty-something woman with great tits was never a problem for him, despite his work ethic. However, this was his Mum's older sister...

"Do you want to go out tonight?" Sue asked. It was 5pm and Tom had finished the second coat on the fence. He mulled over in his mind; 'Start the next job or down tools and go out?'

"Sounds good," he replied, "can we get in anywhere this late?" Sue smiled at him,

"My friend, Francine, has a restaurant in the mountains; she always keeps a few tables for walk-ins. Besides, it's a Tuesday night so it won't be busy."

Tom nodded;

"Okay," he said, "give me an hour to clear up here and take a shower; how's that?"

"Perfect!" Sue grinned at him and walked back into the house. He cleaned the brushes and paint-pot and put them away then walked along the fence, inspecting his work. It looked good and, as it was the fence facing the road, he knew it was important that Sue was happy with it. He went back indoors and climbed the stairs to the first-floor landing. As he passed the bathroom on that floor he heard Sue humming to herself in the shower. He stopped for a moment, imagining her soaping herself, and wondering what her body looked like. By the time he reached the second floor and his bathroom, he had a raging hard-on. He stripped quickly in the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He poured some thick body-wash onto his hands and began to stroke his cock, enjoying the feel of the cold, thick liquid on his shaft and balls. He stroked slowly at first but soon sped up as he realised that he was so turned on that he was going to cum fairly quickly.

As he got close to orgasm he turned on the shower but kept his back to it. He put out his right hand, palm up, to catch a few drops of water. As soon as he put his hand back around his cock it lathered up; the sensation was so sensual that he came immediately, flooding his fist with thick, white, sticky cum, his knees buckling as the orgasm flooded through his body. When the sensation subsided he began to shower normally, washing away the grime of the day and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his aching muscles. When he'd finished he dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist to walk the few steps to his room. Once inside, he closed the door firmly behind him, finished drying himself and got dressed. He put on boxers, beige chinos and a loose, white short-sleeved shirt before stepping into blue canvas shoes. He sprayed on a small amount of cologne, styled his hair and checked himself in the mirror. Satisfied, he made his way downstairs.

In the kitchen, Sue was sitting on one of the high seats at the breakfast bar. She was looking at her phone and she was facing the door. She was wearing a white, cotton shift dress that buttoned from top to bottom. Several of the top buttons were undone, revealing a gorgeous, deep cleavage; but that was not what caught Tom's eye. The bottom of the dress was unbuttoned to near the top of her thigh. Her legs were crossed which meant that that the dress had fallen open across her thighs and, as he stood there, Sue very slowly uncrossed her legs, giving him a view of a V of white knickers. It was so obvious that it was a deliberate ploy to make sure he could look up her dress when he came through the door.

"There you are," she said, smiling as she caught him looking. She slid off the seat and stood up, right in front of him. She put her hands on his forearms, rubbing them up and down, slowly and looking at him carefully;

"You scrub up nicely," she said, leaning into his neck. "Mmm, and you smell good too." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and stepped back, saying;

"How about me?" She twirled around, letting the thin dress wave and opening the split to show her brown legs. Her strappy wedge sandals gave her legs a great definition; Tom whistled.

"You look great," he said, and meant it. She grinned at him and said,

"Why thank you, kind sir," and for a second their eyes locked and Tom wanted to kiss her red lips.

"Right," he said, snapping himself out of his reverie, "where are we going?" He picked up the car-keys from the table but she held his arm,

"I'll drive, love," she said, "you've been working all day." Tom pulled his arm away and grinned;

"Okay," he said, "you drive there and I'll drive back. That way, you can have a drink; I'll just have one glass of wine because I don't want to be working in that heat with a hangover; how's that?" Sue smiled at her nephew;

"Sounds perfect," she said and he handed her the keys.

The early evening drive was spectacular, taking them through vineyards and wineries to the lower slopes of the mountains. The winding road took them higher, up to the level where the winter snow-gates were until, around a corner, a restaurant appeared, it's lights twinkling.

"Francine," Sue said, embracing a woman who greeted them at the door, "how good to see you."

"Sue, you look so beautiful," Francine replied in perfect English, "I can't believe the change in you, my darling. Tell me; what's the secret?" Sue laughed,

"Merci, cherie; there is no secret, just lots of exercise and a boring diet," she said.

"And maybe plenty of exercise with a sexy young man, eh?" Francine said, looking over Sue's shoulder with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

"Francine!" Sue shouted, pretending to be offended; "This is my nephew, from England; Tom, this horrible woman used to be my friend, Francine." Tom stepped around Sue and kissed Francine on both cheeks;

"Francine, it is great to meet you," he said, holding her gaze the whole time. For a second she seemed taken aback, before the gentle ribbing returned;

"Sue, you cannot bring this gorgeous young man into my restaurant and tell me you are related! He must be your boy toy, surely?"

"It's toyboy, as well you know," Sue said,

"Ah, so he is your..." but Sue cut her off.

"No, he is not. Tom is my sister's boy and he's doing some work on my garden for a couple of weeks," Sue said, firmly. Francine grinned and winked at Tom;

"Ah, oui," she said, "so you trim her bushes, maybe?"

"Francine!" Sue shouted, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her round, "Shut up and give us your best table, you horrible woman."

When they were seated, Francine came back with menus,

"Let me recommend for you; or you can be boring and order from the menu," she said.

"Recommend away," Sue said, winking at Tom.

"Perfect," Francine said, "I shall bring a plate of Tarte Flambée to share and then the Cervelas salad. A bottle of Riesling from Bergheim to start?"

"Perfect indeed," Sue said. When Francine left, Tom asked his aunt what he would be eating.

"Ah, sorry, yes; Tarte Flambée is sort of Alsatian pizza and Cervelas is a local sausage. Francine's salads are wonderful and this one is the best," Sue explained.

The wine was chilled and delicious; the Tarte was cut into oblong slices topped with onions, ham or local cheese. It was hot and moorish. When the salads came they were huge; long, thin slices of smoked sausage, similar size slices of emmental cheese, tomatoes, radishes, pickles, chives and onion, all dressed beautifully in a vinaigrette.

"There are so many ways to make the salad," Sue said, "lots of places serve it with hard boiled eggs, but I'm not so keen." Tom thought he would not even make a dent in his but, as the wine and conversation flowed, he found himself continually going back for more. By the time that Francine came back, their bowls, and the wine bottle, were empty.

"So, Tom; how did you enjoy your dinner?" Francine asked. Tom sat back in his chair and patted his stomach,

"Formidable, Francine," he said, in a terrible French accent; "formidable." Sue and Francine both laughed.

"Very good," Francine said, "dessert? coffee?"

"Coffee would be nice," Sue replied, and Tom nodded his head.

After they had drunk the strong black coffee, Tom excused himself. On his way back from the bathroom, he found Francine at the desk and whispered,

"Can I pay the bill, please, Francine?" She smiled at him,

"Mais, non! Sue has already paid," she said. Tom nodded and went back to the table. He stood behind Sue, leaned down and kissed her, tenderly, on the top of her head. She turned to look up at him and he got two eyefuls; one down the top of her dress and one between her legs. She grinned at him,

"What was that for?" she asked as he sat back down;

"For being gorgeous and for paying the bill," he said. She blushed and looked at him across the table;

"Thank you and, you're welcome."

As he drove down the mountain he kept stealing glances at her legs and the open dress. After the third or fourth glance she opened her legs and draped her hand loosely on her thigh. When he looked again, her fingers were tracing shapes on the inside of her upper thigh, a sight which came and disappeared as they passed between streetlights of the village. He had no idea whether her casual gesture was meant to be provocative or not; if it was, it was working; he had a raging hard-on.

When he turned into the driveway and parked up, she opened her door; the interior of the car was flooded with light and she looked directly at his crotch. He was sure that he caught a smile, dancing around her lips as she got out of the car and opened the front door.

In the kitchen she turned to him and said,

"I'm having a night-cap; would you like one?"

"Just one, thanks; I've got work in the morning," he said, smiling.

"Your Mum put me onto this," Sue said, taking two whisky glasses down from the cupboard. She dropped a large block of ice into each glass and then poured in a good measure of Pedro Ximenez PX sherry. He followed her into the lounge and she set both glasses down on the low table in front of one of the sofas. She sat down and patted the seat next to her. He sat down, leaving a reasonable gap between them, and picked up his glass. She clinked her glass against his and said, 'cheers,' staring into his eyes as he responded in kind.

"Thank you for driving back," Sue said, sipping her drink, "I did enjoy the wine and I can't always have a drink when I'm on my own in a restaurant; so it was nice."

Tom sipped the thick, sweet liquid and nodded;

"Boyfriends?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. She laughed;

"Ha! Plenty of offers but no one special. I have more women friends in my teacher-group and we'll go out occasionally; but going out with a male colleague, one-on-one, just sets tongues wagging, so I avoid it." Tom knew there had been a couple of semi-serious lovers in the past few years because he'd met them; Yves the builder, who had installed her kitchen and stayed for two years; and Benoit, who lived nearby but would not give up his house and independence to move in with her; both her age; both lovely guys; both far too sensible to live with a bossy school mistress or, at least, that's what his Mum said.

"What about you?" Sue asked,

"Boyfriends? Nah, not right now," he replied. She laughed loudly, falling back against the cushions, her legs momentarily in the air, her dress open, her white knickers exposed. She sat back up and adjusted her position so that she was half-turned towards him. The white V at the top of her brown thighs was staring straight at him now, enticing him, calling to him like a siren on the rocks.

"You know what I mean," Sue said, punching him gently on the arm. He grinned, desperately trying to keep his eyes from straying downwards.

"Plenty of offers but no one special," he said, echoing her words.

"You must get offers from some women customers," she said, her voice suddenly going quiet; "you know; lonely divorcees, that kind of thing?"

"Some," he said, sipping his drink and looking into the distance. There was silence for a few minutes before Sue asked,

"D'you ever take up the offer?" He was as horny as hell now and, when he turned to look at her, he stared at her white knickers as he said,

"Sometimes." He drained his glass and stood up. He knew that his erection was obvious in the front of his chinos, and that it was inches away from her eyes.

"Right, I'm off to bed; thank you for a lovely evening," he leaned down, kissed her cheek and was on the stairs before she spoke.

"G'night, Tom," her voice sounded wistful, even sad.

"G'night," he called over his shoulder but not pausing his progress up the stairs.

He opened the shutters and the window, allowing the gentle, warm breeze into the room, and went into the bathroom. When he returned he left the light off so as not to attract the midges and undressed. The garden was slightly lit by the streetlight across the road and he looked out to inspect the fence he'd been working on for two days. It looked good; 'it was a good start,' he thought. Suddenly, movement below caught his eye. Sue was standing beside the chair, a refilled glass in her hand. She sat down and put her feet on the little table, rearranging her dress so that it fell either side of her legs, which she crossed at the ankles. She sipped her drink and, two floors above; naked; Tom watched her.

Sue draped her hand over her thigh, just like she had in the car, and began to tease herself, touching her inner thigh with the tips of her fingers, just below the white knickers. She leaned back in the chair, her head facing upwards, her eyes closed. Tom was suddenly aware that, if she were to open her eyes, she would be looking straight at him. He ducked back in to his room, unsure what to do. The sight below was so sexually charged that he was desperate to look; but he also knew that the teasing and mild flirting meant that this display could well be as much for his benefit as hers.

She wanted him to look.

He leaned out of the window again just in time to see that she had undone another button or two on the dress and was sliding her right hand down inside her knickers. She moaned quietly as her fingers moved; he assumed she had found her clitoris; and she threw her head back again. Her legs were now open wide, her feet on the edge of the table and her knees bent. Although he couldn't see her hand it was clear from the movement of the material that it was working hard.

He gripped his own rod and began to stroke.

Sue opened her mouth as he watched her; 'she must be getting close,' he thought, realising that he was as well. Suddenly, he heard a low growl and a whispered 'fuck' as she came, her body shaking visibly. He worked hard on his cock, pinching the foreskin together with the fingers of his left hand. He rested his chest on the window and bent his knees, changing the angle of attack, and slowly pumping the final couple of thrusts as his cock filled with semen, the nerve- ends in the tip fully stimulated by the thick liquid flooding around them.

It was at that moment of ultimate pleasure that Sue opened her eyes and looked straight at him.

In the morning he showered and put on his work shorts and a t-shirt. He walked into the kitchen not really knowing what to say or how to react if Sue said anything about what had happened after he'd gone to bed.

"Good morning," Sue said, walking over to kiss him on the cheek, "sleep well?"

"Like the proverbial log," he said, sitting down at the table, "yesterday obviously took more out of me than I thought." Sue nodded,

"The heat as well, I expect. It's a few degrees cooler today so, that'll help. What d'you want in your omelette? I've got ham, onions, cheese or mushrooms," she said. Tom grinned,

"All of the above, please," he said. Sue laughed;

"Just like Marc, then?" she said. Tom poured himself a coffee and looked over his plan which was on the table.

"I think I'll dig the herb garden today," he said, "if I can get it completed then we could get the plants tomorrow morning."

"Oh, that would be great," Sue said over her shoulder from the cooker, "I'm in Colmar today but I'd have all day tomorrow to plant the herbs; that's if you're okay with me doing the planting?" Tom grinned to himself, remembering their conversation on the first morning.

"It's in the plan," he said, pointing to his itemised list. He devoured the omelette which was packed with filling, and drank two cups of coffee and a glass of orange juice.

"Right," he said, when he'd loaded the dishwasher; "I'll crack on."

"Okay, love," Sue said, "I'll see you later this afternoon."

Tom checked his thick wooden planks that he'd bought to make the raised beds and tested his drill to make sure it was fully charged. He waved Sue off as she backed the car out of the driveway and began to dig out the bed he had marked on the lawn, close to the front door. He kept the sections of turf, piling them around the back, and then dug out the small bed, adding fertiliser to the good soil. He began to assemble the raised beds, two of them, which would be closest to the door and the kitchen, allowing the smaller herbs to sit in them, while the larger plants would go directly into the soil behind them. He stopped at midday and made himself something to eat. When he went back out, the sun was fierce. He walked round to the side of the house which was in shade and was a few degrees cooler and decided to work there. He finished one box and took a break, drinking down several glasses of water. The second box was quicker than the first because he'd worked out the short cuts. He dragged the boxes around to the bed and wrestled them into place. Then he filled them with the soil he'd dug out in the morning, adding plenty of compost.

When Sue returned it was well past four o'clock and she found Tom, shirt off, admiring his handy work.

"They look great," she said as she got out of the car. Tom grinned at her,

"They do, don't they?" he said.

"Someone needs a shower," Sue said, looking at his sweaty, dirty torso and legs. Tom looked down at himself and was amazed at how filthy he was.

"I'll get the worst of it off with the hose before I go in the house," he said. They stood talking about their respective days for a few moments before Sue took several bags from the car and carried them inside. To Tom's untrained eye they all looked like the kind of bags you got in clothes shops. He went around the side of the house, took off his shorts and boots, and doused himself with cold water from the hose. He managed to not get his briefs wet so put his shorts back on and stood in the sun, pushing the droplets of water off his arms, shoulders, chest and legs. He walked round the garden, planning tomorrow's tasks and was soon dry enough to go inside. He left his boots by the door and padded silently upstairs to the first landing. He already had one foot on the first of the next set of stairs when he realised that Sue's bedroom was open; not much, about two inches; but movement had caught his eye. He went back down onto the landing and looked through the gap.

He was looking at a full-length mirror on a wardrobe door. In the reflection of the mirror was a vision in black. Sue had on a black lace bra which had red trim. Her knickers were matching black lace, cut high on the hip, with a flesh-coloured criss-cross panel at the front. Sue was admiring her tits in the bra which had cups that gave her a deep cleavage. She took a step closer to the mirror, though still out of sight to Tom, and stepped into a pair of black stilettos. Two things happened; firstly, her legs became even longer, even more toned, even sexier. Secondly, Tom realised that the flesh-colured panel was no such thing. The front of the knickers were see-through. Tom didn't dare breathe; Sue looked amazing in the lingerie.

Suddenly, she appeared in his eyeline, reaching for a hanger on the inside of the wardrobe door. He froze; 'could she see me?' he thought. Then she stepped back to where she'd been and his panic subsided. She stepped into a black dress which zipped up the side, under her right arm. She turned away from the mirror, adjusting the dress and, when she turned back, Tom nearly gasped out loud. The dress fitted her like a glove. It had a halter-neck, which meant she had bare shoulders, and had a low front which only just covered the bra. And it was short. Very short. She stood admiring herself in the mirror. She pushed up her tits so that they nearly spilled out of the dress; she turned ninety degrees to admire her arse where the dress clinged, showing her curves off perfectly. Tom realised that she must have chosen carefully; the dress could quite easily have made a 60 year-old woman look slutty; as if she was trying too hard; but, it didn't. On her, it looked classic; classy; it clung to her like a second skin.

Fuck, she looked hot.

Tom stepped away from the door and padded silently up to his room. He went into the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. When he got back into his room, he heard Sue call from the kitchen;

"Tom? Do you want a glass of wine?" He went to the bannisters and called down;

"Great; I'll be down in two minutes."

When he walked into the lounge there was a glass of red wine and some peanuts on the table in front of the sofa by the door. Sue was sitting on the other sofa with an identical glass in her hand.

She'd changed. She was wearing a loose-fitting white shirt tucked into a summery yellow skirt. The shirt was unbuttoned from the top; the first three buttons; and the skirt was short. She was sitting with her legs up on the sofa, with nothing on her feet. She looked radiant; glowing; her skin looked amazing. He sat down and raised his glass to her.

"Cheers!" he said, "so; how was your day?"

"I pampered myself at the spa and then had a bit or retail therapy; so I feel great."

"You look great too," Tom said,

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Sue smiled at him, raising her glass to him. They chatted about their respective days and Tom's plans for his fourth day,

"We can go and get the herbs and the tree you want in the morning and then come back and plant them; you can do the herbs and I'll do the tree; how's that?" Tom said.

"Sounds good," Sue said, "what about the sun?"

"Well, where you want the tree is in the shade from three and I'll rig you up a cover over the new beds to protect you; and them, to be honest. It's never a good idea to plant delicate herbs in direct sunlight," he said. Sue nodded.

"I'm just doing salad tonight," she said, "and I'll make enough for tomorrow as well. Maybe we can go out on Friday night?"

"Great," Tom said, "as long as you let me pay." Sue smiled at him,

"I might let you make a small contribution," she said, "I want to take you somewhere special; it'll give me a chance to get dressed up, for once." Tom grinned, thinking about the new dress he'd seen her in.

"As long as it's not too posh;" he said, "I didn't bring my dinner jacket." He winked at her and she laughed.

"A shirt and chinos will be fine," she said.

They finished the bottle of red over the next hour and, while Sue went into the kitchen to prepare the salad, Tom put some music on and sipped his wine. He could hear his Aunt humming along to the music and he was happy that she was happy.

The chicken salad and crusty bread were delicious, as was the Pinot Blanc wine. When they had cleared everything away they took their wine glasses outside to sit in the evening sunshine. The conversation was easy and relaxed and it was ten o'clock before they succumbed to the slight chill and went back indoors. Tom sat back in the spot he had been in earlier and watched Sue as she sat down opposite. She lifted her legs to tuck them underneath her but held the position just long enough to give him a flash of white knickers.

When he looked up she was smiling at him.

"Last night you were telling me about customers who'd propositioned you," she said, quietly. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly to the right.

"Hmm; I'm sure not I was," he said.

"Oh, go on," she pleaded, "just one story; please." He thought carefully for a while; not wanting to break a customer's confidence but also knowing that it was unlikely that Sue and his customer would ever cross paths.

"You have to promise not to tell Mum," he said,

"Ooh, is it someone she knows?" Sue asked, keenly.

"No, but if you tell her, she'd make my life a misery trying to find out who she might be," he said. Sue made a gesture as if zipping her lips which made Tom laugh.

"Okay, well, I got a job in Ascot which paid very well and was a straightforward patio- build. I scheduled four days but really only needed three. It was a very big house and it dripped with money. She told me her husband was away in America and the kids were grown up so she was rattling around in this big house on her own and bored. There were all sorts of signs over the first two days; sunbathing in a bikini; comments about my body, that kind of thing. I got towards the end of 'day three' and I could have finished the job but I was getting paid by the day so I wanted that fourth day's money. She hadn't paid the actual work much attention so when I said I'd be back to finish off the next day she just seemed pleased."

"Describe her; what age?" Sue asked.

"Mid-fifties; very fit; tall; long legs and, umm, well-endowed," Tom said nervously, still very conscious that it was his Aunt he was talking to.

"Big tits, you mean?" Sue asked, "fake?" Tom shook his head,

"Natural," he said.

"Looks?" Sue asked.

"Shoulder-length brown hair; beautiful face; no work but she obviously had a great skin-regime; probably worked out, I think there was a gym in the basement," he said.

"How did she dress?" Sue asked.

"Smart, fairly conservative; Berkshire-fashion, I guess," Tom replied.

"Okay;" Sue said, "carry on."

"So, when I arrived on the last day, she invited me in for coffee. We sat in the kitchen drinking our coffee and chatting about the area and such, when she suddenly asked if I'd like to earn another £500. I asked what she needed me to do and she looked me straight in the eye and said, 'Fuck me.'"

"What did you say?" Sue asked, her voice much quieter.

"I said I still had work to do but she said, 'fine; get it done, come in and have a shower, and we can discuss my offer.' She stood up and walked towards me, running her hands up my thighs and inside my shorts and said, 'How does that sound?'" Tom stopped for a moment, looking at Sue. She was wide-eyed and slightly red-faced.

"I told her that sounded good and she smiled and let me go to work. It took two hours to finish off, clean up and load the van and then I went to the kitchen door and called out. She called back that I should come upstairs and use the shower in the bathroom on the right. I kicked off my boots and went up the stairs. I couldn't see her but I went into the bathroom. It was huge with a big wet-room and there were plenty of towels and shower-stuff on the side of the bath. I closed the door, stripped off and turned on the shower." Tom stopped speaking again and he could hear Sue breathing.

"Did she come in?" Sue almost whispered. Tom looked at her, quizzically;

"No, she didn't. I washed myself, dried off and wrapped a big towel around my waist. I opened the door and stood on the landing, listening. I heard her say, 'In here, Tom,' and followed her voice into a bedroom. She was at the window, her back to me, looking out of the window. She was wearing a short, silk robe; red; her long legs were bare but she had a pair of heels on so her legs looked amazing. She turned towards me and said, 'You've done a good job, Tom; it's been good having you here and I'll be recommending you to my friends; so it's time for your reward.' She undid the belt on the robe and let it fall open. Underneath, she had on some black lingerie; very lacy and very sexy. She walked towards me and said; 'Now, let's see what we're working with, shall we?' She undid the towel and let it fall to the floor."

"Were you; you know; were you ready?" Sue asked, hesitantly. Tom smiled at his Aunt's embarrassment;

"Was I hard?" Tom asked her. Sue nodded.

"As a rock, to be honest. I could see the way this was going all week and she was a really good looking woman, so I had been thinking about something like this happening anyway." There was a silence between them. Tom wondered if Sue was going to ask him something else but she seemed to be completely lost in her thoughts. Tom was also wondering how much more he should tell her; how much detail he should go into; she was his Aunt, after all.

At the last minute, he chickened out.

"So, we fucked, it was great, and I left," he said.

"What?" Sue shouted, "You're not leaving me hanging, young man!" Tom looked shocked at the ferocity of her objection and it was only then that he noticed that her left hand had slipped off her thigh and was resting between her legs.

"Um, sorry," he mumbled; "you're my Mum's sister; my Aunty, for goodness sake. I can't talk about this stuff with you; in your house."

"Of course you can," Sue said gently, "if I allow you to." Tom took a gulp of his wine and thought about how on earth he could repeat what happened in the Ascot bedroom; and the bathroom; and the kitchen.

He sat back on the sofa, put his head on the back of it and closed his eyes.

"Okay; she stared at my cock; like she wanted to eat it. She knelt down on the thick carpet and took it in her hand and stroked it a few times. Then she put the tip of her tongue on the end of it; fuck, I nearly exploded right there. She filled her mouth with saliva and dribbled it onto the head and then licked it, running the saliva all the way down to the base. It was the lack of any urgency; the slow pace of it; it was so erotic. 'You have a beautiful cock, Tom,' she said, 'really beautiful.' Then she slid it into her mouth, which was wet and hot. She used her tongue to press the head against the roof of her mouth and then sucked and pressed it at the same time; oh, god, it was like nothing else I've ever felt. She would take me right to the brink and then back off; how did she know? How did she know exactly when to stop?"

Tom stopped for a moment, listening. All he could hear was Sue's breathing and his own heartbeat in his ears.

"She sucked me for ages; I never wanted it to stop; but suddenly she stood up and took my face in her hands and said, 'Your cock tastes as good as it looks," and she kissed me. My mouth was full of her tongue and she was pulling my head into her, forcing herself on me, trying to get all of her tongue as far down my throat as she could. Fuck, I was so turned on. Suddenly, she stopped and looked intensely into my eyes and whispered; 'Undress me.' I reached around her and unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. She held the cups against her for a second and then let it drop. She took half a step back, willing me to look at her tits; oh, man, they were gorgeous; full and round and natural with really long nipples; the kind of tits every boy dreams of. I don't know what came into my head at that point but I knelt down and licked her stomach, along the line of the top of her knickers. She moaned, a really deep moan, so I figured I was doing something right. I put a finger into each side of them, on her hips, and then took the top of them in my teeth and began to pull them down. I can still smell her; she smelled intoxicating. When I'd got them down to the top of her thighs, I stopped and pushed the tip of my tongue into the top of her slit and opened it up. As I ran it down, slowly, I found her clit and her knees buckled and she steadied herself by putting a hand on the top of my head. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and she moaned again; louder this time. I pulled the knickers all the way down and she lifted each leg, carefully, and stepped out of them. I went to help her out of her heels but she whispered, 'Let's leave those on, shall we?'

Fuck, when I stood up and looked at her, she looked like a pornstar; a MILF ; a Cougar.

Tom was on a roll now; eyes closed and just seeing that afternoon in his mind's eye. He didn't open his eyes; he didn't want to break the spell.

"She pushed me, gently, in the chest so I took a full step back and fell on the bed. I've never taken Viagra but if it's like I felt... I was so hard; I felt I could stay fully erect forever. She knelt between my legs and took me into her mouth and sucked me so hard, it must have made her jaw ache. The waves of pleasure flooded through me and I could feel her sucking juice out of me, even though I hadn't cum. Suddenly, she was kissing me, hard, and passing my own juices into my mouth and she was almost growling and then she crawled up me and her cunt was on my face. Her knees were beside my ears and she was grinding her hips and she was right on my mouth. At first, I just made sure that my lips covered my teeth so I didn't hurt her. I got my hands on her arse and lifted her slightly so I could get my tongue inside her. She settled then, happy to let me lead for a while. I love this position; I love the pleasure the woman gets and I love having their juice running straight into my throat. She was squirming as I pushed and probed my tongue into her and she started to curse me and yell at me; 'Fucking lick me harder;' she said; 'Oh, yes; right there; right there; fucking... oh, fuck!' She flooded into my mouth as she came and she tasted so sweet; her whole body shook and I just drank her in. Suddenly, she slid back down, reached behind her and grabbed my cock and lowered herself onto it, almost in one movement. She was still so wet that I just slid inside her without any friction and I started to pump my hips and fuck her for all I was worth. I honestly don't remember sex like it; I don't know what it was; maybe both of us just wanted to give the other as much pleasure as we could; no agenda; no strings; fuck, I was horny. She came twice more and, as I began to get short of breath, she jumped off and shouted, 'Cum on my face.' She knelt down and I stood up and she sucked me again, her cheeks going hollow as she tried to suck the spunk straight out of my balls. When I started to spurt I just couldn't stop; it went everywhere; her hair, her face, her tits, her mouth. I looked down at her and she did look like someone out of my favourite porn film. We showered together and she had another orgasm as I fingered her. Eventually we were in the kitchen having coffee and she said; 'Could you go again?' I wasn't sure but, within a few minutes, I was fucking her on the table. She was much less frenzied this time and I lasted longer and we came almost together. I was completely knackered so she let me stay the night in her bed. I slept for hours but, when I woke up, I had a raging hard-on and she was stroking me. We fucked again and I went home."

Tom opened his eyes and sat up. He looked over at Sue who had her eyes shut, her head back and two fingers in her cunt. Tom stared at his Aunt who was holding her knickers to one side with her left hand and fucking herself with her right. Tom froze; unable to think what he should do. He couldn't take his eyes off her but he realised that she could open her eyes at any second and the act of catching him looking would be embarrassing; for both of them. He closed his eyes and lay back again.

The only sound he could hear was from her fingers; and then there was no sound at all.

"Tom?" Sue said. He opened his eyes and sat up. She was sitting exactly had been before, her legs underneath her and her skirt covering everything it should be.

"Sorry," Tom said.

"For what?" she asked.

"For some of the things I said; the language I used."

"Oh, shut up," she said, standing up; "I'm not some shrinking violet, for goodness sake." She came over to him and leant down to kiss him on the forehead. At the last second he tilted his head up and she kissed his lips.

"Mmm," she said, smiling, "naughty boy." He smiled back at her.

"Thank you for telling me your story. It was very, er, entertaining. Good night, Tom."

"G'night, Sue," he said.

Tom sat downstairs for a further half hour and then went up to bed himself. As he passed Sue's room the door was shut and there was no sound so he continued up to his room and fell asleep very quickly.

By ten o'clock next morning they were back with ten trays of herbs and the tree, sticking out of the back of the car. Tom set up two sun shades to give Sue some protection while he got to work clearing the space where the tree would go.

By mid-afternoon, the herbs were in and Sue was watering them. Tom had the corner cleared and the hole dug. When Sue was finished he lifted the tree into place and got her to hold it upright while he filled in the hole around it. Even though it was a reasonably substantial tree he still put in a guide pole with retainers to help the tree grow straight. Eventually they sat on the front step with a bottle of beer each, surveying their day's work.

"You've done a great job with that," Tom said, pointing his beer-bottle at the herb-garden; "you should be proud."

"Thank you; I am," Sue replied; "It will get a lot of use and will save some money too."

Tom nodded, taking a swig of his beer.

"Lightly water for a week to let them take root properly and then you can start using them," he said.

"What about the winter?" Sue asked.

"In October, pick what's left and bag it up to freeze so you can use them through the winter months. You can pot some of the hardier ones and keep them in the kitchen," Tom said, "your temperatures are too extreme for anything to survive outside but part of the fun is planting new herbs in the spring and changing them up from what you bought the previous year." Sue nodded while her nephew talked, admiring his expertise.

"Tree looks good," she said.

"Yes, it does," he replied, "a bit of watering through the hot months but, by autumn, it should be fine. By next summer you should get a small canopy of shade from it."

Sue clinked his bottle with hers and drank. They sat in silence for a while.

"Right," Sue said eventually; "I'm going to have a bath. I've ordered a taxi for seven o'clock." She disappeared inside and left him sipping his beer and surveying his week's work.

Tom was already in the kitchen; showered, dressed and ready to go, when Sue came downstairs. She was carrying her shoes and he could hear her putting them on when she got to the bottom of the stairs. When she walked into the kitchen his eyes nearly popped out of his head; she looked stunning.

He'd been expecting the black dress and he wasn't disappointed; it clung to every curve of her body. What he hadn't been expecting was the way her makeup looked, the way her hair was done and the way the silver earrings and necklace made her eyes sparkle. The stilettos made her calves look toned and sleek and the posture they gave her made her look like a Paris model. He suddenly felt very under-dressed and inadequate.

"Wow," he said, "you look amazing." She smiled at him, pleased that all the effort had achieved the desired effect.

"Why, thank you kind sir," she said, slightly theatrically.

"I feel like a slob next to you," he said, apologetically. She looked at his smart blue shirt, his chinos and blue deck-shoes and said,

"Nonsense, Tom. If anything it's me that's overdressed; but I just wanted to get glammed up for once. I don't get the chance very often."

Sue's phone buzzed and she said;

"Taxi's here."

They went outside and Sue locked the door. A large, black Mercedes was parked in the road and they both got into the back seat. Sue confirmed the name of the restaurant with the driver and they set off on the fifteen minute drive to Colman.

The driver pulled up outside a small restaurant called L'Arpège and they got out of the car. Sue confirmed that she would call him when she was ready to be picked up.

They walked through the packed tables out front and through the archway into an airy entrance hall. A waiter scurried towards them and nodded at Sue, gesturing at the only empty table, tucked in the corner nearby. The chairs were on opposite sides of the round table and Sue spoke quietly to the waiter who then moved the chairs closer together and rearranged the cutlery and glassware. They sat down and the waiter pointed out the large chalkboard menu before putting a wine-list on the table between them.

They discussed the concise menu; just six options for starter; six for mains and six for dessert; before discussing the wine list. Sue settled on a mushroom and vegetable quiche and a beef fillet with peppercorn sauce while Tom picked out the same main course and a chicken soup starter.

"How about a carafe of white and a bottle of red?" Sue suggested while looking through the wine list.

"Okay on the red; you choose; but we're celebrating the end of my first week so I'd like to order a bottle of Cremant d'Alsace," Tom said. Sue nodded, smiling;

"Ah, the family fizz," she said, laughing.

"Well, I've been drinking it since I was fifteen, so I can't come here and not drink it, can I?" Tom said.

Sue beckoned the waiter over and gave him their food order;

"And a bottle of the Crémant from Buecher and the Pinot Noir Kalkhoffen." The waiter nodded and commended her choices. When he left the table Sue said,

"The red is from Ribeauvillé, just twenty-five minutes to the north. I know the people who make it. Maybe we could go and see them one afternoon next week?"

"I'd like that," Tom said, "I've never been to a vineyard."

The bottle of Crémant arrived and Tom savoured the flavour; it took him right back to his teens and family parties or meals at the local Chinese restaurant. He always insisted that a good Crémant d'Alsace was up there with any champagne you could name. The waiter also brought a basket of bread which was warm and delicious.

When their starters arrived the soup was piping hot and the quiche was packed with flavour. They tried each other's dishes and agreed that the standard of cooking was terrific.

The waiter brought the Pinot Noir as soon as their plates had been cleared and Sue asked Tom to try it.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Isn't that good?" Tom nodded; it was a great wine and, when the main course arrived, went perfectly with the beef.

They chatted and laughed, swapping family stories and tales from their childhoods. All the while, Tom keep being distracted by Sue's short dress and her tanned thighs. Occasionally, when she was laughing, she would open her legs and Tom wondered if it was an involuntary action or if it was because she knew he was looking.

By the time they had drunk their coffee the Pinot Noir was all gone and they each had a glass of Crémant left. Sue had now turned towards Tom and had moved closer; now when she opened her legs he could see her black knickers and the see-through panel at the front. She looked into his eyes and stroked his hand as she whispered,

"I got quite turned on when you were telling your story last night," she said. Tom had no idea how to respond so he said nothing.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you being seduced when I went to bed; especially by an older woman," Sue said. Again, Tom was silent.

"Perhaps I should think about seducing a younger man," she said; "what do you think?"

"I think that sounds like a good idea," Tom said.

Neither of them spoke for a minute or two until Sue asked the passing waiter for the bill. Sue sent the taxi driver a text message and, once the bill was paid, they walked outside. Sue put her arm through Tom's and snuggled into his shoulder just as the Mercedes came around the corner.

Sue sat so close to Tom in the back seat that her thigh rubbed against his. In the dark, he felt her left hand on his right thigh and, slowly, it moved to the inside of his thigh as she stroked up and down.

Tom was rock hard; fully erect and fully turned on. Sue's hand moved higher up his thigh until it touched the crotch of his trousers. They didn't speak; they both stared straight ahead. She moved the palm of her hand up and spread it across his erection, pushing downwards and rubbing it into his groin with the flat of her hand.

Then; she gripped it.

She dug her fingers underneath it, pushing them against the cotton material and causing him to flinch with pleasure. She took the tip of it in between her thumb and first finger and rubbed it, twisting his trousers as she did so. As the car turned into her street she gripped his erection and stroked it up and down for a few seconds.

Tom thought he was going to cum right there, in his chinos, in the back of the taxi.

When the car stopped she thanked the driver and spoke to him in French. Then they got out of the Mercedes and Tom followed his Aunt up the steps to the front door. Once inside, Sue pointed to the sofa;

"Sit down; I'll get us a glass of wine," she said. She returned with two glasses of white wine which she set down on the table. She sat down next to him and turned towards him;

"Now," she whispered, "where were we?"

She looked into his eyes and began to unzip his trousers. She undid the belt and then the button before sliding her hand inside. She rubbed him through his thin boxer shorts, never once losing her gaze.

"Mmm, you're nice and hard. That's good. That means that you want me as much as I want you. Do you mind if I take it out?" Tom shook his head, desperate to feel her hand on his cock; her skin on his skin.

Sue slipped her hand inside the waistband of his shorts and eased his cock out. She pushed the waistband down so that the elastic tucked under his scrotum and his cock was fully exposed. Still staring into his eyes, she said,

"I want every inch of that in my mouth." Finally she looked down at his cock; and so did he. It was thick and the veins stood out. It wasn't a particularly long cock but the thickness made it look bigger. The head was prominent and proud. Sue ran the tips of her fingers around the head, staring at it as if she had never seen anything quite so beautiful.

"Fuck, that's gorgeous," she said. She licked her lips and lowered her head down towards it.

The first touch of Sue's tongue on the tip of his cock sent shivers through his whole body; it was electric. She then licked all the way down the shaft before flattening out her tongue and slowly licking all the way back up; like it was the best iced-lolly she'd ever had. When she got to the top Tom felt a glob of saliva run down his shaft and then her lips were round the head and his cock was sliding into her mouth. When she was nearly all the way down he felt her lips grip him and create enough friction so that the skin stretched upwards as she sucked back up his shaft, as if she was trying to squeeze the cum out of him.

"Fuck," he said, involuntarily.

"Get used to it, darling," she said, "I'm going to suck your balls dry. Just try not to cum too quickly." She began to suck and lick him in rhythm, just using her tongue and lips.

Tom looked down at his Mum's older sister, and the zip on the side of that little black dress caught his eye. He moved his right arm so that his hand could reach the zip and tugged it; to his surprise, it began to move and he slowly unzipped the dress all the way down to where the zip stopped. The dress fell open and he could see the sheer black bra underneath. He slid his hand inside, feeling the heat of her skin and the soft material of the bra. Sue moved her arm to give him more room and he moved his hand around to the front of the bra; to her right breast.

When he was growing up his Mum had a photo in a frame on her dressing table of her and Sue in bikinis, taken in the 1980's. His Mum had small tits but her sister had gorgeous globes which filled that white bikini perfectly; the areola a dark shadow under the material, the nipples standing hard and proud. When he felt brave he would take the photo frame into the bathroom and wank to it.

He'd had some of the best orgasms of his life looking at Sue's tits. Now; one of them was in his hand.

He squeezed it, massaged it, rubbed it, pressed it and kneaded it. He took the nipple in his finger and thumb, a nipple that was covered in soft, sheer material; a nipple that grew hard to his touch; became longer at his touch; a nipple he longed to have in his mouth.

Sue's face was wet with her own saliva and her nephew's pre-cum. It was all round her mouth, on her chin, on her cheeks and on her nose. Tom kept being distracted by her busy mouth, her sucking mouth and her licking tongue; he was struggling to hold back the inevitable orgasm. He leaned back, pressing himself into the back of the sofa enough to allow him access to the clasp of the bra. He pressed the top clip together with his thumb and finger and it snapped open. He did the same to the middle one with the same result. The bottom one was harder because it was now taking all of the strain but he manged to undo it on the third attempt. The bra snapped open. He moved his hand back round to the front and slid it underneath the wire at the bottom of the cup and there it was; he was finally touching one of those tits that had been the subject of so many wet dreams; so many fantasies; so many wanks.

He squeezed it, massaged it, rubbed it, pressed it and kneaded it. He took the nipple in his finger and thumb; a nipple that was hard, long, erect and, it seemed, sensitive.

Sue moaned with her mouth full of Tom's cock. More saliva dripped out of her mouth and she sucked and licked even harder.

Tom closed his eyes, remembering all of those times when the thought of actually doing exactly what he was now doing would make him cum into a tissue. His hot spunk would spurt out of his cock and some of it would miss the tissue and he'd have to clean up carefully, checking the bathroom floor, the toilet-seat and the bath mat for any stray splashes which might incriminate him later. He fucking loved that photo.

"Finger me, Tom. I need your fingers in my cunt," Sue said, lifting her head just enough to be able to speak. The words nearly made him explode there and then.

He slid his hand down her back until it encountered the material of those incredibly sexy black knickers he'd seen her in through the gap in the bedroom door. He gently eased his hand inside them where his fingers felt the crack of her arse and followed it down until they found her slit. She moved her top leg forward, allowing him free access to her cunt. Inside her knickers, he slipped a finger inside her cunt. The flesh was wet and his finger went in past the first knuckle, then the second. He leaned slightly to his right and his finger slid into her cunt right up to the third knuckle; as far as it could go. A flood of juice soaked his finger and his palm.

"Oh, fuck, yes; that's it," Sue said, "get a second one in there. Go on; finger-fuck me; I want to cum on your hand."

Tom withdrew his finger slightly so that he could bend it's partner enough to ease both of them inside her slit. Immediately, she pushed her hips back, urging him to move the fingers in and out. He fucked her with his fingers.

He could feel the juices flowing faster, flowing freely; and suddenly they were thicker. Sue stopped what she was doing with his cock and concentrated solely on her orgasm. She pushed back onto his hands, forcing his fingers further up inside her, and provoking the sudden rush, the sudden quivering of the lower half of her body. She rolled to her right slightly, careful not to crush his arm and stop his wrist and hand from moving.

"Fuck it, Tom; fuck it hard. Make me... oh, shit, I'm cumming. Faster, FASTER; YES!"

The cum flooded out of her cunt, out of her open legs, pouring onto his hand and soaking her new knickers.

"Don't stop, Tom; don't you fucking stop until I tell you," she yelled, opening her legs wider. She shuddered, her whole body quivering with unadulterated pleasure and reckless abandon.

She reached behind herself suddenly and grabbed his forearm, even while her body was still shaking, pulling his fingers out of her cunt.

"Put them in my mouth; let me suck my own juices," she said. He fed his fingers to her and she licked and lapped at them hungrily, licking each finger up and down, her lips making sucking and smacking noises. Suddenly she pushed herself up and swung her right leg over his thighs until she was sitting astride him. She took his face in her hands and leaned down until her forehead was resting on his.

"I've wanted to do this since you were sixteen," she said. She kissed him; hard. Her tongue plunged inside his mouth and she sucked greedily, her kiss wet and intense. She ground her hips into the tops of his thighs, her crotch just below his aching balls. She broke the kiss.

"I want you so much," she said quietly, "I want you to fuck your Aunty; to put that beautiful cock inside my wet cunt until I cum and cum again. Can you do that for me, Tom?" He nodded as he stared into her wild eyes. 'This was really going to happen,' he thought to himself. She slid off him and stood up. She pulled the halter-collar of the dress over her head and slid it off, over her hips until it fell to the floor. She bent down to pick it up and her bra fell off onto his feet. Her tits swung free, just a few feet from his face but still out of reach. She put her clothes onto the end of the sofa and gestured for him to stand up.

"Undo your shirt," she said and fell to her knees, pulling his chinos and boxers down together. As he unbuttoned his shirt he pulled off his right shoe with his left foot, using the big toe to push the shoe-heel down. The other shoe followed suit and he stepped out of his trousers and underwear, Sue helping him. She pulled his socks off just as he undid the final shirt-button.

He stood, naked; his thick cock standing erect and proud while his Aunt stood up. She put her thumbs inside the top of her knickers but he stopped her, pulling her to him.

"Leave them on," he whispered, "they're fucking sexy."

"I bought them for you," she whispered, "and the dress." He smiled at her, not wanting to admit that he knew.

"Sit down on the sofa," she said. He sat down and gripped his cock gently, massaging it back to full erection. He was so turned on that it took just seconds until he was harder than he could ever remember. She climbed onto his lap, her knees straddling his thighs, her body facing him. She reached her right arm behind her, pulled her knickers to one side and found his cock with her hand. He could feel her cunt-lips making the tip of his cock tingle as she moved it along the edge of her slit, separating her flaps and then easing herself down so that the tip slid inside; then the head. She stopped and lifted her hips slightly so that the head came back out and then dropped herself down onto it again.

"Fuck, that feels so good, darling. You have a beautiful cock; I love the way the head is cut," she whispered, slumping down on his shoulder and mumbling,

"Oh, god,"

She eased her hips down again, this time pushing down further and further until her buttocks were resting on his groin. His whole cock was inside her. She whispered in his ear,

"I've never felt so full." She lifted her hips slowly again, stopping at the base of his cock-head before lowering herself again. Tom was surprised at how tight her cunt was, how she gripped his shaft with her muscles and then relaxed them, and how perfectly they seemed to fit together.

"Let me do all the work, darling," she said. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue finding his and their saliva mixing and swirling around their mouths, She gripped his shaft with her muscles, right at the base and then raised herself, never once relaxing her grip. He had never experienced sex like it; most of the girls he fucked had no idea how to do that; and the few more mature women he'd fucked either didn't know how or had forgotten; or couldn't anymore.

Suddenly, she plunged down to the base in a much quicker movement, gripped him again and pushed back up, repeating the two movements until she had a rhythm. She was fucking him; he didn't have to move.

"Oh, you sweet boy; you feel so good inside me, I could do this for hours," she said.

He reached his right hand in between their bellies and used his index finger to find her clit. It was swollen and eager to be touched. He placed his fingertip on it and moved it up and down. Sue nearly exploded.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Don't stop; do it again," she yelled. Suddenly, her movements became quicker and so did his. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and she shouted,

"Make me cum, Tom. Make me cum."

He played with her clit, pressing, rubbing it and pulling it; and her movements stopped. Suddenly she shook, quivering in ecstasy as the orgasm flooded through her whole body. His cock made squelching noises as she wriggled on it, her cum dripping down his shaft, her body convulsed in sheer pleasure. Slowly she eased herself up, letting his cock slide out of her. She kissed his neck, wrapping her hands around the back of his head and holding it as she moved her kisses to his mouth.

"Why don't we go upstairs?" she said. He nodded and she kissed his forehead before climbing off him. She pulled her knickers down and kicked them off. She held her hand out to him; he took it and stood up. She started up the stairs and he was right behind her, his eyes fixed on the gap at the top of her thighs and the occasional glimpse of her cunt. She stopped, suddenly.

"Lick me, Tom," Sue said, bending forward at the hip and resting her hands two steps above her feet. Her slit opened as she spread her legs and he realised he was in the perfect postion to get his tongue right up inside her. He licked her slit from bottom to top, nuzzling her clit with his nose before pushing his tongue inside and tasting her cum. It was thick and delicious and he gorged on it, licking her and sucking so that her flaps became part of the whole experience too. She trembled as he added two fingers to his tongue and began to work on her cunt in a vigorous effort to make her cum again. It took just a few seconds.

Sue pushed back against Tom's fingers and tongue, forcing them further into her cunt and making her knees buckle slightly. Then it came; the shaking, the heavy breathing, the hot liquid and Tom's mouth filled with her juices. Her cum, dribbled out of the sides of his mouth and down his chin and he was suddenly aware that she was turning around and stumbling down the steps, grabbing his face as she bent down and covered his mouth with hers, kissing, licking and sucking him until all of her cum was in her own mouth and she could swallow every last drop of it. He fed her his fingers, letting her lick them clean too.

"Fucking hell, Tommy," she whispered, "I want you inside me again; and this time you can fuck me any way you want."

She led him into her bedroom and turned on a small touch-lamp beside her bed which just gave out a small glow. She climbed onto the bed and held his cock, feeding it into her mouth,

"Now, how do you want me?" she asked, looking up at him.

"On all fours," he said, "I want to fuck you doggy-style." Sue giggled as she stroked him back to full size,

"You dirty boy. Do you want to fuck Aunty from behind?" Sue asked.

"I've wanted to for years," Tom said.

"Ooh, have you been watching me, then?" she asked.

"Only every fucking chance I get. I've dreamt of fucking you; dreamt of fucking your hot, wet cunt. So get on your hands and knees," Tom said. Sue turned and did as she was told, her head facing the headboard and her knees placed well apart on the bed. Tom climbed onto the bed and knelt down behind her. He held his thick cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit until it was wet and juicy. Then he let it slip inside and, slowly at first, he began to fuck his Mum's sister.

Within a few seconds he was pumping back and forth, his belly slapping against her buttocks, his cock making squelching sounds. Sue moaned and he felt her cunt tighten around the thick shaft, making herself tighter again and increasing the friction. He could feel he was close and he stood up slightly, changing the angle of attack.

With just four more thrusts he groaned,

"I'm cumming," and Sue pushed her arse back into him, tightening her muscles again and feeling his spunk flood into her.

He kept cumming. He had never experienced anything like it before but he just kept pouring semen into her. Finally, as the orgasm subsided, he slowly slid out of her. She reached beneath her, pushing her fingers inside her cunt and pushing the thick, white spunk onto her hand which she then lifted to her mouth and sucked clean. She repeated the process three more times until she was satisfied that she had got it all and then fell onto the bed, looking up at her nephew.

"Fuck me, Tom. Where did all that come from?" she asked. He smiled down at her, saying,

"I must have been saving it up since I watched you masturbating outside, the first night," he said, grinning. She grinned back up at him.

"I knew you were watching," she said, "fuck, I was so horny just thinking about you." She held out her arms,

"Here, get into bed with me. I haven't finished with you yet."

They spooned as they began to doze; Tom played with those wonderful tits and Sue just let him. Sometime in the middle of the night Tom woke to find her sucking his cock. He put his hand on her shoulder to let her know he was awake;

"Sorry," she said, "I got hungry." He chuckled and slowly shifted his position in the bed so that he was lying across the bed and could reach between her legs comfortably. He stroked her upper thigh and she raised her leg up, sliding her foot up the bed so that her top leg was bent while the bottom one was straight. He eased one finger, gently, into her slit then took it out and licked it. She tasted delicious. Then he covered the finger in saliva and slid it back into her cunt. She was already wetter and he moved the finger in as far as the bottom knuckle, the fingertip touching her vaginal walls and stimulating more juices to flow. He began to move the finger in and out, slowly, eventually adding a second finger to increase the friction at her entrance. Sue let out a deep moan, muffled by having her mouth full of his hard cock. He kept working on her cunt, changing the angle of his wrist so that it surprised her and she yelped with pleasure. After a while, Sue said, in an urgent whisper,

"Fuck me, Tom."

"Don't move," he said. He slid out from underneath her and moved around so that he was back in a spooning position; back behind her. He held his cock and rubbed the shaft along the length of her slit,

"Oh, fuck; I love that," Sue said. "Jesus, you're so hard." Tom continued to rub himself against her cunt, turning himself on just as much as her, until he could wait no longer. He eased the head of his cock inside her and, because the shaft was wet with her juice, the rest followed easily.

"Oh, darling; that feels so good. I love how you fill me up with your fucking, fat prick," she said.

"Your cunt feels amazing," he whispered, emboldened by the darkness; "I've never felt anything like it." Immediately, he felt her grip his cock with her muscles;

"Oh, fuck Sue; where did you learn to do that," he said, thrusting into her a bit harder; "that is fucking sexy." She reached around to hold the back of his head and pull him in closer; he leant down and kissed her upturned lips and she thrust her tongue inside his mouth and kissed aggressively. He increased the tempo of his thrusts and, when she began to grunt into his mouth, he broke the kiss and started to fuck her; hard. Her body shook and she yelled;

"Yes; yes; harder; fuck it harder; make me cum; please make me cum!"

Tom exploded into her, pushing his cock into her cunt as far as it could possibly go. He felt his spunk splash against her vaginal wall and then spurt again and again. At the same time, she almost jumped off the bed as her own orgasm took possession of her entire body. His cock had stopped thrusting into her but was stil moving against her now ultra-sensitive pleasure zones on the very edge of her cunt. It was a feeling that she never wanted to end. Suddenly, he jumped up onto his knees and pushed her onto her back; his cock right in front of her eyes.

Sue opened her mouth and sucked the head of Tom's cock into her mouth. It was covered in cum; from both of them; and she licked it clean. Then she opened her mouth wide and let him ease the whole shaft into it. She closed her lips around the base of it and gripped it with her lips and gums. Then she slowly pulled her head back, squeezing his cock like a tube of toothpaste, so that every last drop of his salty spunk rose to the top and ejaculated into her mouth. Tom's hips bucked, involuntarily, as he felt his balls react to her urgent lips and tongue; it was a secondary orgasm; another first of a night of many.

Sue swallowed down every last drop of the fruits of their sex and then he was lying next to her and kissing her, softly and passionately.

"You are the best fuck I've ever had," Sue said. "I've wanted this for all of your adult life and, when it finally happens, you turn out to be the fuck of a lifetime." Tom kissed her again.

"I could say exactly the same thing," he replied; "I've never fucked anyone like you and I don't ever want to stop fucking you."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, satiated and satisfied.

When Tom awoke the room was full of light and the bed beside him was empty. He got up and went upstairs to his own room. He showered and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts before heading downstairs. He could hear Sue in the kitchen but he first checked the lounge; it was neat and tidy and all of the hastily discarded clothes were gone, so he went into the kitchen.

Sue was standing at the cooker, her back to him. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a t-shirt, both covered by an apron at the front, it's belt tied loosely at the back. He crept up behind her and kissed her neck, sliding his right hand inside the apron and grabbing her right tit through the t-shirt. There was no bra underneath and the breast felt heavy in his hand. He could feel his cock growing in his shorts already.

"Hello darling," Sue said, tilting her head back into his shoulder and chest; "that's a lovely way to say 'good morning.' " She pushed her arse back into his groin, immediately feeling the hard lump that pressed urgently between her arse-cheeks. He pushed back, rubbing himself against her. She dropped the wooden spoon she was holding and just managed to turn off the hob before he swung her round and pushed her firmly onto the table. Cutlery and a cruet-set went flying, noisily, as he kicked a chair aside and then pulled her shorts down her legs where she kicked them off her bare feet. He grabbed her right thigh, lifting it off the ground. Sue completed the move herself, lifting her right leg onto the table, bent at the knee; her legs spread. He pulled her white knickers to one side quickly and licked the palm and fingers of his right hand before wiping them on her cunt-lips. She moaned,

"Oh, yes," she said; "fuck me hard." He pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees and then pushed his hot, hard cock up into her cunt. Inside, it was wet and ready for him and he fucked upwards, lifting his heels off the kitchen floor as he pumped into her.

"Fuck," she screamed; "fucking shove that fuck-stick right up inside me. I want to feel it come up into my throat; come on, fuck me harder."

"He lasted just a few seconds before flooding her cunt with his sticky wet cum. She came at the same time again, pushing her hips down at the same time as he was pushing up so that the tip of his cock pushed against her walls and she spurted over it just as he was filling her up. As he pulled out, Sue spun around and dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth again and performing the same act on his cock as she had last night.

She sucked him dry; sucked him so hard that he had a dry orgasm; his head spun and he got stars before his eyes. He held onto the table to keep himself steady until, once again, Sue had swallowed everything they had; stood up and kissed him. She held his face in her hands and kissed his lips;

"Make the most of it for today, darling;" Sue said. "Charlie says she's coming for lunch and to stay the night; so I'm off-limts until tomorrow, when she leaves."

Tom screwed his face up in mock disappointment and kissed her on the forehead;

"I'll have to think of something else to do, then."