She groaned, pressing against my hand, coming intensely. She seemed to come for a long time, but I wasn’t sure. It was hard to tell with these things. When her body stopped shaking, and her breath returned to normal, she looked like she was finally back in the real world. I petted her sweet slit and caressed her naked breast, while she relaxed.
With a huge sigh she came back to life. She put her fingers to her lips to hush me, then proceeded to put her body through contortions that would make a Yogi jealous. She was slow and meticulous, and it took me almost a full minute to realize she was turning around. With the final lowering of an outstretched leg, my beautiful aunt, wearing nothing but a pair of thoroughly soaked panties, had straddled my waist and was facing me. Her knees were on the seat on each side of me, tightly wedged between my hips and the car. She reached for my shorts, and pulled them down from the sides. I lifted my hips, and they abruptly slid down almost to my knees. Giving me a huge Cheshire Cat grin, she lowered her hips and ground her steaming crotch against my exposed hardness.
“You really shouldn’t fuck me, not here,” she told me, her voice soft and sensuous.
Shouldn’t? My how things had changed already.
I took her big tits in my hands and lifted them to my lips. It was glorious being able to taste her, lick, suck, and nibble on those beautiful mounds. I found myself getting carried away, sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as possible, pressing my teeth into her skin, tugging strongly on her nipple.
She sighed. “I always knew you were a boob man. I guess that’s one place where you and your father differ. You like your aunt’s titties?”
I pulled my mouth away long enough to pull her down for another hot kiss. “I love my aunt’s big yummy titties,” I told her, going back for more.
“I know. When you were a baby, did you know that sometimes I would breast feed you, and your Mom sometimes breast fed Colin? You were both nursing at the same time. You loved my big tits. Can you imagine? Even bigger than these.”
“I think I remember that,” I teased. “Given half a chance, I’d do it again.”
She moaned sweetly, and held my head to her chest.
Aunt Marie was rubbing her crotch up and down my cock, rolling her hips, pressing hard against me. It was obvious how sensitive her tits were, her moans were now continuing almost non-stop. I had a hand inside the back of her panties, clutching and squeezing her ass cheeks, and slid my finger down lower, crossing her tight little pucker, and easing into her pussy.
She reached down between us, and pulled her panty crotch to the side, pressing her naked pussy against my cock. All I had to do was lift her an extra inch or two and I could be inside of her.
Her hips were grinding against me maddeningly and she leaned her head down. “I’m going to come again,” she gasped for me.
I wanted to answer her, but not enough to relinquish her tit. I sucked hard, tonguing her nipple, thrusting my cock against her crotch, while my hand pulled her against me, my finger solidly buried. I pulled her higher on my cock, feeling her wetness engulf the head, before maddeningly sliding back down the outside. She did it again, grinding away at the top, the head sliding between her lips. I was about to fuck her. She gasped, pressing hard and the head popped out of her as she slid down my length once more. Her grinding stopped and shifted into a series of short hard thrusts, accompanied by cries, quickly smothered in my shoulder.
“Everything Ok back there?” I heard my father ask.
Aunt Marie was in no shape to respond. She was still cumming against my cock, grinding against me viciously. “We’re fine Dad. Just got a bit of a cramp trying to change position. I think we’re Ok now.” I had to yell to be heard over the noise of the road.
“How ’bout you, Alice?”
“I’m fine. You still OK, Colin?” Mom asked. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”
Colin’s voice sounded strained. “I’m good. At least for a little while longer.”
Dad seemed mollified. “Great. If y’all can hold out another 15 to 20 minutes, we can take a break at the crossroads, and top off the tank. That’s pretty close to the halfway mark.”
“Sounds good to me,” I answered, while Aunt Marie continued to clutch my body, her mouth clamped on my shoulder, muffling her moans. She hadn’t stopped humping me, and it was driving me crazy.
“A break will be nice,” Mom answered.
Dad cranked the music back up and the sounds of Boston’s More Than A Feeling filled the car.
Aunt Marie had finally calmed down, and she held my face in my hands, staring into my eyes. “Fuck! That was incredible! I can’t remember the last time I came that hard, or that long!”
I was holding her ass, and slowly pressing my cock against her. “You’re driving me crazy, Marie. I’m really close to coming.”
She got a concerned look on her face, and I saw her looking around our small area. “Shit. Can you last until the stop? Otherwise you’re going to make a hell of a mess back here. And I don’t imagine anyone will miss the smell.”
I closed my eyes. “I’ll try. But you have to stop moving. I’m almost there now. I can’t believe I haven’t come already.”
Aunt Marie moved back off of me and stopped moving at all. My cock was straining, any touch at all likely to set it off. For several long seconds I hung there on the verge, and felt the immediacy to come recede. I opened my eyes to see her grinning hugely. “I have an idea. Be patient and hold on for a few more seconds, Ok?”
I nodded.
She lifted her leg carefully, pushing mine outward, and then moved hers inside of mine. She did the same for the other leg, moving slowly and carefully. The worst of my impending need was past. I felt the pulse that had been beating in my temple slowly die down. I’d somehow resisted the urge and wasn’t going to spontaneously erupt.
Aunt Marie was kneeling between my legs, and she eased her legs off the cushion one at a time, sliding her feet under the front seat until she was kneeling on the floorboards.
She tapped me on the thighs. “Kneel on the seat,” she told me.
The words had been a little loud, but fortunately Mick Jagger was louder. No response from up front.
It was awkward, and I was no way as flexible as my loving aunt, but after a couple of tries I managed to get my knees under me. She pushed them outward, widening my stance. I hung onto the roll bar to keep my balance.