ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18
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Sue felt foolish. She told herself she should know better at her age than to be having an affair with a lad twenty years her junior. On the other hand, although he wasn't a virgin, he was fairly inexperienced, and she enjoyed his occasional fumblings almost as much as his youthful passion and eagerness. His being the son of her best friend added to the naughty appeal, and to be conducting that affair in her friend's own house where she was staying until able to move into her new home made it even more tawdry. Her friend, Angela, was a nurse who worked shifts, leaving Sue and Mike alone for hours at a time.
The tawdriness of it made it the more exciting, however. They were both afraid of arousing the suspicions of neighbours by closing blinds or curtains if Angela was working during the day. They had to find places in the house where they could not be seen through windows. Sometimes this had led them to have sex in the kitchen, the hall, or the landing. Sometimes they had used the floor, which somehow seemed more wanton.
Also, although she was only his mother's friend, he still insisted on using the term "aunt" or "auntie", which lent an added layer of illicitness to it all.
The illicitness and the intense desire he had stirred in her had made Sue brash and daring, too. Three mornings earlier, she had padded softly into Mike's room in the morning as soon as his mother closed the door behind her on her way to work.
Before Angela had opened the gates to back out the car, Sue's satin dressing robe was gliding silently from her body to the floor before the sleeping Mike. As Angela started the car, Sue slid gently onto the bed, eased down the covers, and began to kiss and lick his half-hard penis. Mike awoke to the sensation of being kissed and sucked off as he heard his mother's car reverse down the drive and head off down the road.
Today they had been cleaning the dining room together, and when they had finished, Mike had made them both a cup of coffee. They had sat together chatting, and Sue made a point of crossing her leg high to bare her stockingtops for him. As they chatted she relished his eager gaze upon her modest breasts and slender thighs. She felt flattered by his desire, and much younger than her forty two years of age.
The window was closed, but they heard the sound of the lawnmower from next door's garden.
She stood up. Part of the dining room could not be seen from the garden next door, and Mike's chair was to one side of the window, out of sight. She stood before him, and slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned her blouse, and draped it on the dining table. She saw and felt his desire-ridden eyes upon her breasts under her white satin bra with its embroidered trim.
The sound of the lawnmower rose and fell as the middle-aged neighbour pushed it back and forth, now closer, nor further to the window.
She hiked up her blue skirt and sat astride his lap, facing him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. He reciprocated, and they savoured several minutes of deep passionate kissing, their tongues teasing each other, and their hands caressing the back of each others' necks.
The lawnmower grew louder, and although they were out of sight, it thrilled them both that the respectable neighbour was only a few yards away as they indulged their naughty desire.
"Mmm, Aunt Sue, that's good," he grunted.
His hands rested on her stockinged thighs just above her knees, and he caressed her firm flesh though the sheer nylon. She rocked back and forth, gently rubbing her crotch against his, thrilling in the feel of his rising erection through their clothing. He squeezed her thighs harder.
She sat upright and guided his hands to the back of her bra.
