She looked like she was about to answer, when the Jeep came to a near stop, then turned onto the paved road. I held her tight while we got tossed around for a second, before the Jeep started to straighten out and pick up speed. “Everyone doing Ok?” Dad asked.
Mom announced that they were alright up front.
“A little uncomfortable going there for a bit, but everything’s fine now,” Aunt Marie answered, giving a soft tug on my cock, before tucking it back between her fine legs.
It was full dark now, almost pitch black, with no lights to speak of on the road we were on. The heavily tinted windows didn’t help any. There was no moon out, and the stars overhead were our only illumination. “We should make better time from here. That first bit was kind of rough, with Ruby so overloaded.”
“I’d say,” Mom answered, “I’m afraid poor Colin had his hands full, trying to stop me from bouncing out of the car. This is a lot better.”
“Sorry about that, but it should be smooth sailing from here.” Dad cranked up his music again, so he could hear it above the noise of the road and the wind.
Aunt Marie didn’t seem to mind the way I was holding her, and as my hands wandered a little more, she took it in stride. “Much better,” she said to me, now that we weren’t being tossed around like the pop-up dice in a ‘Trouble’ game.
“What’s too carried away?” I asked her again, since I didn’t want to push my luck.
My aunt gazed into my eyes, then leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. God! I was kissing my aunt! It felt so good, our tongues colliding, her breast filling my hand, my cock hard and warm, trapped between her legs.
It was the longest, best kiss of my life. She felt so good in my arms, and her mouth was warm and yielding. I learned more about kissing in a few minutes with my aunt, than I had in my entire life.
Our lips separated, and she opened her eyes, looking into mine. “You can’t fuck me, Jeremy. Not here. Not in the car with Colin right up front.”
Her words almost set me off. So much meaning. So much unsaid. I couldn’t fuck her. That was the limit? Everything up to that was Ok, then? And it wasn’t that I couldn’t fuck her. No. I couldn’t fuck her right that moment. Not in the car with her son nearby. But afterwards? Elsewhere? Jesus! The implications were mind-boggling.
No doubt about it. My Aunt Marie was a wild one. Bad enough that she was so beautiful, with that tight-ass body, and world-beater jugs. But she looked so much like Mom, I would find myself thinking about how similar they were, and what it would be like to be with Mom instead. I know. Not a proper thought.
Like you’d be any better.
With the implied go-ahead signal, I slid my hands up inside my aunt’s shirt, and captured both her breasts, enjoying them to the extent I could. I wanted so much more. I got braver and pulled her shirt up, peeling it off of her. She complied graciously and within moments I was in heaven. I pulled off my own t-shirt, so I could feel our flesh press together.
Her unfettered tits were open playthings now. I couldn’t get enough of them, and she didn’t seem to mind. No, not in the least. “Having fun?” she asked me, while her hands remained between her legs, idly toying with my cock. At the moment she was rubbing my precum all around the head in little circles that were on the verge of torture.
I was looking at the front seat, wondering how far Dad would have to turn, to see what we were up to. I craned my neck to get a look at the rear-view mirror but it was completely blocked by the suitcase. We were 100% hidden from view. Our own little private island.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you, Aunt Marie?” I answered.
“I know sweetie. And I love you back twice as much.”
“Impossible.”
She giggled. “Did you ever think we’d be in a position like this?”
“Fantasized maybe. But I never thought it would really be possible.”
“You fantasize about me?” she asked, as if she didn’t know.
“All the time.” I hesitated, “Don’t be mad, Ok? But when I jerk off, you’re who I dream of.”
“Mmmm. Now why would I get mad about that? It’s hot. How long has that been going on?”
I chuckled. “Ever since my first hard-on.”
She moaned. “God, you’re making me so horny, Jeremy. How often do you do it?”
“Two, three times a day. Maybe more. A lot more when you’re around.”
“I…” she hesitated, “I sometimes think about you, when I do it.” She gave my cock a squeeze. “Now that I know what you’re packing, I’m guessing you’ll star in my fantasies a lot more often. I might have to rename my favorite toy after you.”
I pressed my lips against her shoulder and caressed her tits, gentler now. She fantasized about me!
I couldn’t resist her any longer, and I slid my hand into her panties. She opened her legs a bit, then carefully lifted them around mine, so she was spread wide open. I nibbled on her neck and shoulders, played with her fabulous breasts, and slowly learned my way around her soaking wet pussy, one finger at a time.
I could feel her body respond to my actions, her legs tensing, her breath shortening. Her tight slit moistened and clutched at my fingers as I worked two fingers deeply into her. She twisted her torso, bringing her lips to mine, her eyes blazing.
She had long abandoned my cock, and was just enjoying the attention I was giving her. She was completely at my mercy, and I explored her pussy as much as possible, rubbing, feeling, pulling, pinching, watching her every reaction. I reached further past her pussy, rubbing my finger over her tight butt hole.
“Uh-uh,” she warned, “exit only.”
I had no problem with that. I was just learning her body, and eagerly went back to finger-banging her. I managed to get the better part of three fingers inside of her, and worked her over hard, twisting and pounding away at her sopping slit. She moaned hard, and pressed back against me.
“Are you going to come for me, Aunt Marie?” I asked teasingly.
She whimpered and nodded.
“You’re going to let your naughty nephew make you come? You’re getting off on having your sister’s baby-boy play with your amazing body, aren’t you? You’re going to soak his filthy fingers in your cum, you bad girl.”
She moaned, pressing against my intruding digits. She nodded again.
“You know you’re mine now, don’t you?” I told her, stabbing her pussy with my stiffened fingers.
“Jeremy…” she moaned softly, the words whisked away by the wind almost before I could hear them.
Aunt Marie had been single for almost two years. I knew at the moment she didn’t have a boyfriend. And she fantasized about me. I was more than willing to step up.
“Mine, Marie.” I growled, my fingers pressed deep inside of her, my hand clutching her pussy tightly. “You’ve given yourself to me, and I refuse to let you go. I can hardly wait until we can be together alone, and I can fuck your beautiful brains out.”