Note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Peg looked at the time and realised it was almost 5pm. She had hoped for a quiet day at work and had wanted to leave early but it actually turned out to be quite busy. Almost immediately when she got to office, she had to attend a meeting. She had found it hard to concentrate with her wet panties pressed against her crotch and she kept fidgeting about. She could feel the wetness and the stickiness and it just made her feel so sexy and horny. After the meeting ended, she had walked out of the conference room with one of her co-workers.
"What was all the figeting about?" Jill asked. "I could swear you had in itch in your panties that needed to be scratched." She laughed.
Peg smiled. "Maybe it got scratched earlier." She teased.
Jill smiled broadly. "Someone had some se-ex" She said in a sing song voice. "Soooo...do tell... who's the lucky guy? "
For the first time, Peg realised that she couldn't talk about 'him'. How was she to explain that she was fucking her nephew? It was a good thing that no one knew that Tyler was staying with her either. Her cheeks flushed a little as she thought about how she had fucked Tylers father, her brother, before as well. She was quite the incestuous little bitch.
"Soo? Who is he?" Jill asked again. "Do I know him? Is that why you're taking so long to answer?"
Peg snapped out of her thoughts and smiled softly at Jill. "Nah, you don't know him. Just some guy I knew before. He's in town and we kinda hooked up." Peg replied, kind of telling the truth but not quite.
Jill nodded and patted Peg on the shoulder. "Well good for you. You're kind of glowing this morning." She said. "And..." she looked around before leaning in. "You still kind of smell like sex..."
"Oh, maybe I should have sprayed on some perfume." Peg laughed, a little nervously, figuring out that the smell was Tylers cum and her juices coated on her panties. She hadn't thought about that but at the same time she felt a little tremor in her stomach as she thought how kinky it was that Jill could smell the effects of her earlier fucking. They parted ways and Peg went back to her workstation.
She was glad that she had worn a flared skirt as it allowed her to sit with her legs open under the table and let the air-conditioning dry out her soaked panties. As the day went on, she felt her panties drying up and with that she had less of a distraction between her legs and she managed to get some work done.
"Thank god its 5" She said to herself as she packed up her stuff. She got into the car and realised how excited she was to be going home. She felt a stirring in her loins again and wondered what Tyler was up to. It had been such a long time since she had felt this horny and wanton. She thought back to how she had gone to the toilet and work and how her soiled panties had stuck to her crotch when she removed them to have a pee. She remembered how the gusset of her panties were crusty ad her pussy lips had dried cum on them. She felt another tingle of lust as she remembered how full her bladder had been and she wondered if Tyler had a fetish of being peed on. Or maybe even peeing on her. She felt her pussy starting to get wet again at these lurid thoughts and she wondered if Tyler had any other dirty plans for her.
"God, I'm such a slut." She thought to herself.
Without realizing it she had almost reached her apartment. She drove the few blocks down and then parked in the basement cark park. As she got out of the car, she smiled to herself as she realised that her heart was pounding and she could feel her pussy was squishy again.
She practically ran to the elevator, telling herself not to be too excited in case Tyler hadn't planned anything. Still , she said to herself, she could be the one that instigated something. She smiled again as a variety of filthy and obscene thoughts ran through her mind.
Peg got to her apartment and opened the door. The lounge was dark, with the curtains closed. "Tyler?" She called out. There was no response. She placed her handbag on the chair and walked toward the room. The door was shut.
She paused a moment, wondering where Tyler was. She opened the door and walked in. Tyler was lying on the bed, completely naked, with a bunch of her panties strewn all over the bed. Peg put her hands on her hips and cocked her hip out in a rather suggestive manner.
"And what are you doing?" She laughed.
Tyler smiled at her, "Just waiting for you to come back and keeping myself hard, surrounded by your panties."
He sat up. "How was your day Aunt Peg." He asked. "And more importantly how are those panties that got soaked this morning...?"
Peg laughed. She lifted her skirt, showing him the blue lace panties. "They were wet most of the day. A terrible distraction." She said, making a bit of a show of it. "Then just when I thought they had got dry, I went and got them wet again."
Tyler smiled. "Why was that Aunt Peg?" He asked, feigning innocence.
"I don't know... saw a couple of hot guys that got my pussy flowing." She joked. She looked at Tyler and she could see that her words had somehow taken him aback. "Awwww... Silly. It was you... all you...I was thinking of you...and your cock...and what you would do to me when I got home."
Peg reached under her skirt to peel of her panties. She dangled it in one hand, twirling it about slightly. "You wanna smell?" She teased. "You know, this morning, someone remarked that I smelt of sex... she could probably smell my damp panties!"
"Oh Wow. That's so hot." Tyler replied. "Who was it?"
"Just an office colleague. Jill." Peg stated
"I.. I hope you didn't get into any trouble..." Tyler said.
"Oh Noooo." Peg laughed. "She was just kinda jealous that I looked so happy after getting fucked!" Peg stopped twirling her panties and tossed them at Tyler who caught it expertly. He immediately pressed it to his nose.
"That must smell pretty rotten." Peg teased. "They're loaded with your cum and you know smells after a while..." Peg started to remove her clothes as she watched Tyler sniff on her panties, adjusting them a few times till he was sniffing at the wet gusset.
