Mature Family Mae Good Lovers

We had just landed in California after departing a private airport outside London. I had spent the last 3 years at University in England, sort of in exile.

I was Looking forward to being back in the States. During my stay I had traveled home only once, and my mother and grandmother had visited one time. Needless to say, we weren't a close knit family. Or so I thought.

The private jet trip was a graduation gift to me from my grandmother. Sitting next to me holding my hand was Romy the lady I had been dating for the past two years and had hoped to marry. She was a professor of English language at the university where I had recently graduated.

Born in the Cayman Islands she had the most beautiful chestnut skin, big brown eyes, beautiful smile and gorgeous figure and was twice my age. I love everything about her, she is bright, funny, beautiful and a fantastic, abandoned lover.

Long before I met her, she had been crowned Miss Cayman Islands. I thought she could still wear that crown.

We were sitting on a couch in the cabin having recently made love then quarreled in the bedroom at the back of the plane. I had brought up the idea off marriage which wasn't received with favor.

As we were preparing for landing, she said, "I was so Looking forward to meeting your family. Let's not let our spat spoil that. If you promise to say nothing to your family, then I'll promise to think about your proposal and give you my answer before I leave for DC. Can we do this?"

I smiled and said, "It's a deal. We hugged and kissed."

We retrieved our luggage and entered customs. Shortly our passports were stamped, and we headed for the exit. Mom, my Grandmother and my aunt Sue were waiting for us. I introduced Romy to them, and hugs were exchanged.

On the drive home everyone talked at the same time, questions were coming at us nonstop.

In response to a question about why she was only here for a couple of days. Romy explained that she had written a book about Cayman Creole, Cayman Islands English and was to be the keynote speaker at an educators' conference in Washington, DC. then had to return to England for a short book tour.

We carried our bags into the house and Mom asked, "Will you be needing one room or two?"

Romy quickly said, "Two would be great."

I was hurt but didn't say anything. We visited for a while then sat down to a great home cooked meal with all my favorites. After dinner we moved to the deck for drinks. The evening was pleasant, Romy even sat on my lap for a while.

Gram had chartered a helicopter to take us on a tour of Southern California the next morning. This was Romy's first trip to the states, so we worked out points of interest for the flight.

Everyone said their goodnights and I walked Romy to her room.

At the door she kissed me and said, "Let's just say goodnight. I don't feel like talking right now."

The next day, we drove to the airfield and took off for our sightseeing. The helicopter ride was fun. Romy appeared to really enjoy herself and it was apparent that my family liked her.

Back at home, we enjoyed a light lunch then Sue announced she wanted to paint Romy and took her to the studio. Late afternoon we all went for a swim then dried off on the deck with margaritas.

Mom said, "I tried to find some Cayman recipes for supper but didn't have much luck."

Romy said, "That's OK, I really prefer western food anyway. I was looking forward to trying some of your fast foods."

Mom said, "Well with the pandemic we really don't eat out much so let's figure out what you'd like, and we'll do carry-in tonight. How's that sound?"

"That would be special."

The girls discussed food options and we ended up with enough to feed half of Malibu.

As it got late Romy said to me, "I'd like to take a walk on the beach before we go to bed."

We each grabbed a beer and set off for our walk.

Romy said, "I've really enjoyed meeting your family. I feel really special the way they've treated me."

"I hoped you would like them. I know they like you."

"Well as I promised I've thought a lot about us. To repeat what I said on the plane, these past couple of years with you have been special. We haven't really talked about it before, but my father was very controlling. He was the head of the family with a capital H. In fact, he was a tyrant.

I left home the first chance I got and unfortunately married a man much like him. He was a stereotypical pompous Brit. He gave me two wonderful children but not much else."

She sipped her beer then continued, "After I divorced him, I was scared to even think about men. I didn't even like myself. Then you came along, you were so sweet and might I say charming.

Because I was so much older, I felt safe with you. For the first time you gave me a chance to look at myself through the eyes of someone that really loved me. I found that I liked what I saw, I began to like myself."

She paused, wiped away a tear and said, "For that gift you gave me, I'll always be grateful. Now I want to explore how this new Romy can live, really enjoy life on my own. I gave you a lot of reasons why we shouldn't marry, they are still valid, but I don't want to even think about marriage until I get a chance to explore life itself."

She stopped walking, turned to face me and said, "I promised you an answer and this is it, I'm not saying I'll never marry you, but I won't marry you now. I ask that we not see each other for one year from today.

That year will give me time to explore my life and give you a chance to start law school and move into the next phase of your life. I know that's not the answer you wanted but, will you do this for me, for us? Give me a year?"

I stood looking into her big brown eyes, at her slightly upturned nose and luscious lips, I wanted to cry.

But instead, I hugged her to me and said, "OK, but one year from today I'll be knocking down your door."

"We'll see, thank you."

We turned and hand in hand walked back to the house. Everyone had turned in. As we arrived at her door still holding hands, she opened the door and pulled me inside. Without a word, she slowly undressed. As did I. She pushed me on to the bed and straddled me, easing down onto my hardness.

As she slowly rocked up and down, I said, "This is my favorite position. Not only can I feel myself in you, but I can also enjoy looking at you, all of you. I can see the tops of your lovely thighs, your belly with the cute little innie, your scrumptious breasts, your beautiful face, it's like I can make love to you with my eyes and mind."

"Oh, my."

I said, "When we're like this I think of the song 'Ebony and Ivory."

She began to hum the tune. I joined her and we climaxed almost at the same time, still humming. She laid down on me. We giggled like little kids.

She said, "I've got to buy that record now."

We drifted off to sleep spooned together.

We all drove her to the airport the next morning, said our goodbyes, I got a last kiss and a big hug. Then she walked away.

On the way home from the airport, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. My aunt sat next to me patting my leg. It was hard not to break down and openly bawl. My dreams had been shattered. Arriving home, I excused myself and went to my room where I laid on the bed sobbing before finally dozing off.

When I woke up, Aunt Sue was sitting on the bed watching me.

I asked, "Sudy, how long have you been here?"

"For a while."

"I was worried about you. I'm so sorry things didn't work out for you two, you look like you could use a hug."

With that she laid down on my chest and hugged me.

I wrapped my arms around her, and we laid together for a while. She raised up and kissed me, not what you'd call a typical aunt kiss unless your aunt sticks her tongue in your mouth. She sat up and placed her hand on my crotch.

"I think you need a blow job."

"What did you say?"

"I think you need a blow job. I think a little sex will help you forget."

As she talked, she was unzipping my pants.

"What are you doing? I can't believe this. You were always such a prude. What happened?"

"A few years ago, I had an epiphany, and everything changed. I've discovered I love sex. I play with myself all the time. I just love orgasms."

She was now massaging my erection. She leaned over and eagerly took me in her mouth. While sucking me she opened her blouse and began massaging her tits. Much too soon I came, she swallowed every drop and continued licking me as I slowly shrank.

"Now don't you feel better?"

I laughed, "You're crazy, but yes at the moment I'm not fixated on Romy."

"Good. Then how about getting fixated on my pussy?"

She stood up dropped her skirt and straddled my face. She massaged her clit as I tongued her and soon, she began to tremble as I covered her with my mouth. She didn't get off me, just slid back on my chest and continued to rub herself. The view was amazing.

Here was my aunts naked pussy inches from my face while she played with herself.

She said, "I think sex is great. It opens my mind and heightens my sense of smell and hearing and creativity. Most of my painting inspirations come right after an orgasm. If you want, we can screw later. Now don't get the wrong idea. I don't just screw anybody, I'm very particular."

"Who are you and what did you do with my real aunt?"

"Oh, you're too funny."

After dinner and a little deck sitting, I went back to my room. I had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling off when Sue opened the bathroom door. I quickly covered myself.

She giggled and said, "Now, who's the prude? Did you forget we're going to screw?"

"I wasn't sure you meant it."

"Well, I meant it, do you want to?"

I nodded yes.

She smiled, grabbed my towel and dropped it on the floor, "You're dry enough."

I was standing at attention.

She said, "This is going to be fun."

She put her arms around my neck and sucked in my lips. Wrapping her hand around my dick she led me to the bed. She slowly did a strip tease while humming the theme from "The Stripper". When she finally straddled my chest, I was so hot I thought I'd evaporate. She started rubbing her pussy, inserting a couple of fingers inside, then coyly sticking her fingers in my mouth.

After a while she slid down and slowly rubbed my dick in and around her puffy pussy lips before finally inserting it all the way. Rocking back and forth while rubbing my nipples, we both came.

I pulled her down on my chest and rubbed her back and butt as we kissed.

"You're so beautiful, that was great."

"Thanks for the compliment, glad you enjoyed it."

The next day I sort of muddled through. I was a little mopey but enjoyed being with my family and replaying last night in my head. Dinner was lively with everyone doing their best to cheer me up. After dinner we all sat on the deck and enjoyed a few glasses of wine.

I talked about my time in England. Grandma discussed her big tobacco settlement and what she planned to do with the money. Late in the evening we all said goodnight and headed off to bed. I had just turned off the light when Sue opened the door. I turned the bed lamp back on.

She was wearing a t-shirt with obviously nothing underneath.

"Mind if I join you?'

"Please do."

She said, "How about we do 69?"

I smiled and scooted down in the bed, she dropped the t-shirt and knelt behind my head, started licking my nipples which put her tits near my mouth. I pulled her down and sucked each mound in turn.

After a while she moved down and started licking my balls while I enjoyed her pussy. With my dick in her warm mouth, I rubbed her butt cheeks and traced her crack with my finger. I came in her mouth as she trembled and shook.

She said, "Lets cuddle."

We dozed off with our bodies entwined.

The next morning, we all jogged on the beach. I managed to follow the three of them. I enjoyed watching their butts bouncing ahead of me. At breakfast Mom announced that she was headed to the office and Gram had a meeting in San Diego. After they left. Sue and I moved to the deck for a second cup of coffee.

I said, "So, tell me about your epiphany."

"It's really pretty cool. I was painting a portrait for a well-known couple; you've seen them on TV I'm sure. They wanted a nude painting. They were an attractive couple, and the painting was coming along. I gave them a break from posing.

When we were ready to start again, she said, "It's not fair, we're naked as jaybirds and you're all covered up. Why don't you paint in the nude, so we have something to look at?"

Before I could say anything, she added, "We'll double your fee if you'll do it."

I was intrigued, I said, "You don't have to double my fee, I'll do it."

So, I stripped off and they resumed posing. I felt somehow relaxed, I enjoyed them looking at my body.

His dick was standing at attention, she said, "Looking at his hard on, I think he likes you."

"I became aroused too. I felt my pussy becoming wet."

The next break she came over and gave me a hug and said, "Thanks, you're really very pretty.

Then she kissed me. There I was naked, hugging and kissing a beautiful naked lady. The kisses became more passionate and one thing led to another. The three of us ended up in bed. We spent a couple of nights together. A few weeks later she flew to New York for a taping of her show and invited me to lunch. We ended up at my apartment in bed. Your uncle walked in on us. After yelling and screaming he announced he wanted a divorce and stormed out."

I said, "His loss."

She continued, "The epiphany was, I liked girls as well as men and loved sex. I had always been a little uptight about sex. I started looking at casual sex much like dancing. I enjoy dancing but don't dance with just anybody and I enjoy sex but don't have sex with just anybody."

We finished our coffee and she said, "I'm going to work on a painting now. You're welcome to watch if you want."

I said, "If you paint in the nude, count me in."

She laughed, "That portrait was the only one where I was nude in front of a client, but I paint all my landscapes in the nude."

Aunt Sue was born an artist. While in elementary school she would take a sketch pad to the beach and sketch beachgoers. She'd come home with a pocket full of tips. While still in high school she was commissioned to paint some local celebrities.

Although she graduated from law school and was admitted to the bar, she has made her living primarily as a portrait artist. Many of her works hang in the nation's capital and in European royal houses. She loves painting portraits, but her passion is surrealistic landscapes. Several galleries feature her work.

We moved to the top floor which was basically an octagon glass studio. Sue took off her clothes and placed two easels at angles to each other. Added a canvas to each. On the floor was a blue tarp with thick paint splatters. She moved a table in between the easels and added a container of brushes, paint tubes and a tray of water.

She mixed some paint on a large palette, picking up a rather large brush, she began applying color to opposite ends of each canvas. Repeating the process, she soon had covered the canvases with browns, greens, spots of orange and red and two blue areas in outside corners of each canvas. It was as if she was creating two mirror images. Using smaller brushes, she began adding details.

I watched for a while then she asked, "Would you like to come over here and sit between my legs?"

My head under the easel, my face in her crotch. I began licking and sucking her pussy, paying close attention to her clit. She spread her legs giving me good access. I couldn't see the canvases, but it was apparent that she continued to apply paint as I licked her. After a while her legs began to tremble, she sort of squatted down.

She grabbed my head and pulled me hard against her pussy. She shook violently for a while, then stood up and without a word began painting again. I continued lapping her for a few minutes then scooted out and moved to a chair across the room.

I was fascinated by her focus on the canvas. After a couple of hours, she paused, walked back and forth studying her work. She picked up a putty knife looking tool and rapidly moved over the canvas making small strokes.

After a long pause she switched the canvasses on the easels and moved back to stare at them. I could now see that each of the blue areas had become a bloodshot eye. Seeing them in this configuration, it was like a mythical being was staring at what seemed to be a woodland scene with smaller trees and bushes. I am not an art connoisseur, but I thought it was interesting and pleasing.

She stood for a long while examining it from every angle making a few minor adjustments then finally signed each, Sudy.

That made me smile. When I first started talking, I pronounced her name, Sudy.

She walked over and sat on my lap still eyeing her work.

She said, "I'll call it, 'Mother Nature Gazing'. Now, I'm exhausted let's take a nap."

She picked up her clothes and we headed downstairs.

Lying on the bed she said, "I bet your nuts ache?"

"A little."

"Drop your shorts and we'll take care of that."

She spread her legs and beckoned me to lie down. I entered her and slowly pumped her pussy. I came with a shudder then rolled off to the side. She curled up next to me and quickly dozed off.

We slept until late afternoon. Had a light snack then swam for a while. We showered together then I began preparing dinner. After dinner we all moved to the deck. Mom put on some music and we took turns dancing with each other. Having my hands on all that bare flesh kept me hard.

Sue spent the night in my bed.

After making love, she said, "I've got to go back home in the morning. Are you going to be OK?"

I nodded.

"I want you to know this was not just about making you feel better. I wanted you as soon as you walked off the plane. You've really grown up these past three years."

Sometime during the night, she left my room. I slept a little late. She was already gone but had left a small package on my bed. I opened it, inside were a pair of lacy black panties and a note that read, I don't usually wear panties, but I wore these just for you. Enjoy.

I inhaled her scent. I thought, I'm in love with Romy and my aunt and now they're both gone.

Again, I was a little mopey all day. Mom and Gram tried to cheer me up, but I found it hard to laugh or smile.

After dinner I excused myself and went to my room, to pout, I guess. I had just taken my shirt off when there was a knock on the door, it slowly opened, and Gram asked if I was decent. I asked her in. She walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"You look like you could use a hug."

We hugged for a while then she pulled back, gave me a kiss on the lips, no tongue but not grandmotherly either.

She started, "I think you need... "

My mind went blank. I didn't hear the rest of the sentence as I flashed back to my aunt's first visit.

I barely heard Gram ask, "Gene are you, all right? Did you hear what I said?"

"I'm sorry Gram. I had a brain fart or something. What did you say?"

"I said, I think you need to get away for a while."

"Oh! That's not what I thought you were going to say."

"What did you think?"

"Never mind, go on."

"I think you need to do something fun before school starts. Get your mind off Romy. I'm flying to Florida tomorrow. You haven't seen the house since it was rebuilt after the hurricane. The fishing is good. The weather is good. Go with me. I'll bring you back in time for your orientation. What do you think?"

"I need to check with Mom."

"I already did. She has a trial set, so she'll be busy most of the week. Come on, it'll do you good. Just throw some shorts and a toothbrush in a bag."