Auntie Courtney the Cougar Mamma

“Hi, Courtney.” My 18 year old nephew called out as he walked into the kitchen while I was baking.

“Oh; hi sweetheart. Did you have a good run?” I replied as I applied the finishing touches to a pie for the evening dinner; “did you go far?”

“About 10 miles I guess.” He panted as he took a carton of orange from the fridge. “Just enough to get everything pumping.”
I looked up to see him grinning as he took a swig of juice. I instantly looked away but felt my face begin to blush.

Lewis is my sister’s eldest son and was staying with us until he started a local University a few weeks later. Janine moved to Australia 20 years ago so Lewis was born out there and is a stereotypical surfer-dude with long shaggy blonde hair; chiseled features and a well honed 6 foot tall body.

It was pleasure having him stay as my three kids instantly loved him as he was a bit of an action man and my husband now had someone to watch sports with and talk about cars to. For me it made a change having someone who said please and thank you and didn’t spend most of his time farting and burping; plus he was very easy on the eye.

“I’m sorry about the other morning.” He continued grinning as he sat on the worktop opposite me which made his running shorts ride up his thighs.

“Oh, that.” I stammered and stared intently at the waste pastry on the kitchen table, “it was nothing….I’m sorry….I should have knocked on the door…or something…..I’m terribly sorry….it won’t happen again.”

“It was a buzz.” Lewis chuckled as he slid off the bench and walked towards me. “It was a big turn on; knowing you were watching me.”


“I wasn’t ‘watching’ you….do…..what you were doing.” I corrected him, but deliberately avoided any eye contact.

By now he was standing right beside me and I could smell the sweat on his taught body and his fruity breath as I began to shake with trepidation.

Two mornings earlier I’d walked into the living room; where Lewis was sleeping on the couch, to see if he had any dirty washing, only to find him with a pair of my pink panties in one hand and his cock in the other. He was obviously near to the end of his actions by the speed of his rubbing and I stood in the doorway frozen to the spot until my son broke the spell when he called from the kitchen and I made my excuses and quickly left him to finish off.

Fifteen minutes later and only wearing his baggy shorts he sauntered into the kitchen where the family was having breakfast, as if nothing had happened. I felt it best to say nothing; as my husband Jim might not have seen the funny side of me seeing a teenager wanking into a pair of my knickers. By the time the kids were ready for school Lewis had pulled on a vest and Sweatshirt to cover his muscle-bound torso and went with Jim to do some labouring on a site where Jim was building a factory on.

Before I took the kids to school I went back into the living room and collected some discarded clothing that looked like it needed washing but when I pulled back the duvet from the sofa my pink knickers were lying there and soaked in cum. I was shocked and frozen to the spot again until my eldest daughter called to ask if she could have a biscuit. I gathered up the pants and hid them among his clothing as I walked through the kitchen to the utility room.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw how much goo there was covering the tiny garment. I’d had a few lovers before I got married but none of them had ever produced that much cum; and certainly not my husband. I threw them in the machine with the rest of the light coloured wash and set off for the school run.

The idea of Lewis cumming in my panties had filled my thoughts for the next two days but neither of us mentioned what had happened and I’d eventually hoped it was best forgotten.

“I think you were ‘watching’ me.” Lewis laughed as he stroked my shoulder length hair. I recoiled but ended up standing against a large cupboard. “Lots of girls like watching me jerk off.” Lewis continued; “it turns them on. Did it turn you on? I bet it did; didn’t it?”

I pushed his hand away from my shoulder and as I turned to move away he held onto my hip with the other.

“Lewis, please.” I told him as firmly as possible, “I don’t want to talk about it…it just shouldn’t have happened. Now let me go.”

“What did you think about the present I left for you?” He smirked as he ran his fingers through my hair again and pulled me towards him.

“I was shocked and…..” I stammered and turned my face away as he tried to kiss me.