My (adopted) nephew was late as always; meaning we were an hour behind schedule for a three and a half hour car journey to my parents home, where were going to celebrate my Father's 60th birthday the following evening.
Jamie was 18, tall, skinny, tattooed and had one of those 'Peaky Blinders' haircuts and staying at my house with me and my son while he attended a three month work related course at the local college.
He was a cheeky-chap; popular with the girls, but basically no trouble and enjoyed playing video games with my 12 year old son, Mason.
A couple of times when I'd come home from work I'd find him there with a girl; and their demeanour made me presume the only studies they were doing was of a biological nature. If he hadn't had a girl round there would always be stained tissues in his bedroom basket .... which I'm ashamed to say, I would sometimes use to sniff when I too masturbated; which is what I was reduced to after three years of celibacy following a divorce.
He threw his bag in the boot and were eventually on our way. As he still hadn't passed his test, it meant I had to do all of the driving; which I wasn't looking forward to, and the heavy rain didn't help my mood either.
Mason sat in the back playing on his Nintendo and Jamie the front where we didn't really chat as I was concentrating on the motorway driving, so he put his headphones on.
About an hour into the journey the rain got even heavier and the traffic slower; until we came to a dead stop. It wasn't too long before the flashing lights of police cars and two fire engines made their way down the hard shoulder; soon disappearing from view.
It took another 30-40 minutes for the traffic to start crawling forward, eventually filtering into one lane; until we passed the scene of a four car shunt; all in all putting us nearly two hours behind schedule.
At the next service station; just like 100 others we decamped for the toilet and something to eat.
The queues were understandably horrendous, but we finally found a table to eat our burgers in silence.
I phoned my Dad in tears of frustration and he suggested that we stay over night in the Motel attached; and drive the final 100 miles in the morning.
At the reception I naively asked for a Family Room, only to be nonchalantly told by the bored teenage girl that they only had one Double room left.
Defeated I agreed and charged it to my card; unsure how we would work out sleeping arrangements.
Inside the room was a double bed and only one small 'computer style' chair.
Mason was already half asleep so a decision had to be made quite quickly. I ruled out 'topping and tailing' and as there wasn't any extra bedding even one of us sleeping on the floor wasn't practical; so with a heavy heart and unable to think straight; I agreed to Jamie's suggestion of 'three in a bed' with me in the middle ..... what could possibly go wrong?
Mason was first to get ready into his pyjamas and get into bed; and was fast asleep by the time I nervously came out of the bathroom in my satin cami-top and matching shorts; to see Jamie already undressed down to his tight boxers checking out his phone.
We barely made eye contact as I covered my 34DD boobs which were jiggling as I walked across the room, hiding my nipples which I'd already realised poked through the thin material.
"My God!" I gasped internally as there was a large bulge in the front of Jamie's underpants!
My nephew wasn't bad looking; certainly no Brad Pitt but was about 6 feet tall and slim to skinny; so that 'lump' seemed out of synch with his stature; possibly explaining why he had no problems charming the young ladies of the neighbourhood; a few of which I think had visited him on an afternoon when I was at work.
I was snuggled up behind my son when Jamie climbed into bed; sending a shiver down my back when his body accidentality touched me. After a little bit of shuffling for comfort, Jamie whispered with his back to mine.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes," I mumbled, then, "what do you mean?"
"I know it's obvious; but you seem tense."
"No shit Sherlock!" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Seriously, would you like a massage? I used to give Mum back rubs when I was at home."
"No thanks ... I'm good."
I felt him moving until he was on his side facing my back.
"Come on," he urged, "let me try." With that his hand softly touched my shoulder and he pushed his fingers into the soft muscle surrounding it. I lay in silence for a minute or two as fingers found nooks and crannies along my spine and shoulders that I didn't know existed; eventually letting out a purr and a sigh.
"Good. Huh"? He whispered, before moving onto his knees which allowed him to use his other hand.
He was even better than he'd suggested, and I was soon purring and softly moaning as his massage became quite sensual without me noticing; even when one large hand kneaded my buttock while the other became even firmer with my shoulders.
To be honest the feel of his hand on my satin covered arse cheeks was nice in a way that's unbecoming of an Aunt and nephew, as I inadvertently rolled my hips while cuddling my young son.
Now suitably relaxed and half-asleep I barely registered that he was caressing my legs with one hand while the other firmly squeezed my arse, occasionally diverting his fingers down between my cheeks, but stopping before he got into 'dangerous territory.'
"Does that feel good?" He whispered into my ear, slightly nuzzling it at the same time.
"Yes..... I feel lovely now.....thanks."
This time when he lay behind me, he wasn't facing away; he was spooning me and his cock was now out of pants!!
"Hey mister!" I snarled through gritted teeth when I felt the 'lump' pressing against my arse, "I hope that's your knee!"
Jamie giggled and pushed it harder against me and slid his arm over mine until it was trapped and he cupped my boob.
"Hey! Stop that!" I hissed, not wanting to wake my son.
As his fingers stroked my already stiff nipple, he began humping me from behind trying to get his cock between my buttocks.
"Stop it! Stop it!" I tried to wriggle away from him.
"Come on Sally," he whispered while his hand slid inside my cami-top' and was now caressing my actual tit, "you've been teasing the fuck out of me for weeks, you know ....those sexy Lycra leggings and those tops that show your tits all of the time and you know exactly the effect it has on me when you bend over and show me your knickers up those mini-skirts skirts."
My leggings are very comfortable to wear in the house; and I'd not deliberately worn them in front of my nephew; but it was a nice accident when I caught him staring at my peachy arse; and I've always worn short skirts and was quite aware men could sometimes get a flash of panty when I stretched or such like; that was true and I also like wearing tops that expose my cleavage ..... but they weren't for his gratification! Not really, anyway.
