Dominated by My Nephew

The last few days of my affair with my twenty-four-year-old nephew were coming to an end. Although he had pretty much completed the research for his PhD, his return home was precipitated by his mum, my sister, and his father separating. He had planned to stay on with me for an extra month during which time my daughter would return from travelling and the three of us would have a holiday in Greece that I had just booked.

"I really need to go Jay, she'll probably need me badly," he told after we'd broken new ground in our sexual shenanigans by spanking me. "She'll need looking after," he went on adding, "In more ways than one now." I was rather slow in getting just what he meant, although I should have clicked as he'd told me that he wanted to have sex with her and then both of us when I visited. As we lay in my bed, which we had taken to sharing recently, he went on. "She'll be gagging for it and who better to help her out than her loving son."

"Don't be daft Emma would never do that."

"No, I bet if I told her I'd not only fucked you loads of times but had also spanked your ass and fucked that too, she'd say the same about you.

"Shut up, stop it now Neil," I muttered as his mouth closed around mine and he kissed me then slid his hand between my legs with his fingers finding my wetness. They slid into me so easily making me feel grateful that at fifty-three I could still self-lubricate although, since having regular and frequent sex with him over the past few months I had used a lubricant for when I wasn't sure nature would be fair to me.

"Wear the dress I bought you?" Neil said to me as he lay in my bed when I came out of the bathroom,

"I can't wear that to the airport."

"With the big pink knickers and no bra."

"Don't be silly, I can't go like that."

"Why not?"

"It's too revealing."

"So?"

"Neil please, I'll be embarrassed."

"So what, no one will see your knickers nor will they know you've got a butt plug up your ass?"

"I can't drive with that in me."

"You could try."

"Why?"

"Because it would please me."

"And you know it's no good fingering me with that in me, we've tried remember."

"So what are you suggesting?"

I could hardly believe that we were having such a conversation which, pre-Neil, would have been unthinkable especially when, after thinking for a few moments I replied, "You can finger me on the way to Heathrow."

"Hmmmm, good but not good enough."

"Okay how about, if the traffic's okay we stop somewhere quiet and do each other?"

"What fuck or jack off?" he replied calmly just as if we were negotiating who should do the clearing away and washing up.

"We won't be able to have sex it'll be daylight and it's always busy around the airport."

"Okay on one condition?"

"What's that?"

"On the drive round the M4 you have your tits out?"

We'd done that several times when we'd gone to the countryside or beach and being as I had a Range Rover which was a tall car I was pretty confident that few, if any could see my tits or his hand between my legs that I could open quite wide as it was driveable with the right foot only.

After a few minutes toing and froing with my lame arguments I agreed on how I would dress and we both agreed on what he'd do as we went along. So that's how I was dressed as we set out for Heathrow in my Range Rover for my nephew to catch a plane home to Boston. To avoid the rush hours so we could stay up late the night before and had time do as we wished in the morning, we'd chosen a mid-afternoon time for the near eight-hour flight.

Of course, in the end, I did wear the white dress, naturally it was without a bra and inevitably I had the big, pink kickers on. Just after we'd packed everything into the car and were standing by the front door close together checking that he'd got everything he looked into my eyes and said, "Hmmm I thought you'd know better by now," as he reached out to my chest and slid the short zip all the way down, "You know I like these to be shown off," he went on cupping one of my boobs through the thin material of the, to me, now infamous white dress. In a bit of a panic I looked around to see if any neighbours or passersby were looking and fortunately they weren't as he pulled the neckline of the dress open as far as it would go. In some ways thankfully I wasn't wearing a bra so my boobs weren't lifted up and pushed together as they would have been with the support of one. Nevertheless, I realised as I climbed into the driver's seat, I was flashing loads of flesh with my bare arms, legs almost up to showing the pink knickers, the expanse of my upper chest and the deep and wide cleavage between my boobs. I knew that in normal circumstances that would be wrong but in this situation where I was driving my young lover to the airport and perhaps out of my life for ever, it was perfect.

It wasn't long before, as I had expected for he always did it when I drove him anywhere, that he put his hand on my thigh, high up near my knickers. Prior to Neil, had any man done that I would have found it unacceptable but, with my nephew who'd been living with me for almost three months, in a way, I welcomed the attention and I slightly parted my legs for him and smiled.

The traffic was surprisingly light all the way to and along the M4 so we were near to the airport over four hours before his departure time. On the forty minutes or so drive he had fondled my thigh most of the way, rubbed me through the pink panties a few times making them wet and had cupped my boobs and when we stopped he kissed the tops of them. Realising how early we'd be for the flight he told me to turn off the motorway and find somewhere quiet where we could park. Obviously I knew why he suggested that but I still asked him and he replied, "I want my last UK fuck with you until we fuck at mum's house in Massachusetts."

"No Neil, we can't."

"Why not if you find somewhere secluded."

I drove around trying to find somewhere but it was too built up an area and I couldn't find anywhere with any privacy until we went past a small block of low-rise offices with a large car park that he got me to drive into. I said it was too public but he insisted that if we went right over to the furthest point from the offices nobody would come there. I was pretty dubious about that but when we got there and I saw there were only a few cars with numerous empty spaces I had to agree and I parked facing the offices so we'd see anyone approaching the area either walking or in another car. He tried to persuade me to drive somewhere even more private, 'so we can fuck in peace' as he put it but I refused and we stayed there. He wanted to get into the rear of the car, but again I refused. With either I could not have trusted myself as I wanted him so badly. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but I knew it was crazy because of the possibility of people coming to get into their cars or to park them. So, although every nerve and sinew in my body and all of my mind and emotions wanted him, I knew that I had to resist it, at least until I got to Boston. That said, I didn't want to stop him completely as I wanted something from him in that car park.

Almost immediately I turned the engine off he was at me. It was quick, a bit rough and quite basic but was probably right for the circumstances. He slid his right arm around my neck pulled my face towards his and kissed me hard, long and deep with his tongue immediately probing my lips open and then plunging into my mouth, and pressing against my tongue. At the same time, his hands took hold of the thin shoulder straps of the white dress and slipped them off my shoulders and down my arms so that they were around my elbows. He then simply pulled on the front of the dress until it slipped over my boobs and down to around my waist.

"Oh Jayne they are so gorgeous" he groaned feasting his mouth and hands on my chest by licking, sucking, kissing and chewing my nipples. I had no real compunction about what he was doing although, I was a little apprehensive about the location, and I started playing my part. I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me and our tongues duelled. I ruffled his hair, slid my hands inside his tee shirt and pulled that up. I would have liked to remove it, but that would have been madness and too dangerous if anyone came along so, I rolled it up a little way, kissed his chest and licked and sucked his nipples.

Due to the wide console between the seats it was awkward and uncomfortable trying to press our chests together but we managed it by Neil kneeling and leaning forward so that he was looking down on me and by me arching my back to meet him. I had pushed my seat back as far as it would go and I'd also reclined it a bit so we were able to enjoy my tits against his muscular chest. My dress was pushed up almost to my waist and Neil's hand was between my legs. He ran it all over my stomach, then around my pussy and anus, thankfully he'd forgotten about the butt plug that was still sitting on the bedside table in my bedroom. We kissed again and then he took my hand and pressed it against him. Unbeknown to me he had unzipped himself and got his cock out.

His hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my mound and pussy through the gusset of the pink panties as I, now forgetting my apprehension about the location, rubbed the outline of his erection.

"Oh Neil" I sighed as my hand closed around it.

Without hardly thinking, but letting my womanly instincts take over, I started to masturbate him. As I did so, he slid his fingers inside my panties and onto my pubic patch. He tried to get them in me, but couldn't. I wiggled a bit to help him but to no avail.

"Oh fuck this,?" he growled shoving his hands up the short amount of skirt around my thighs and grabbing the knickers that he pulled rather roughly down my legs. My first inclination was to stop him taking them off and I said so but he told me to 'shut the fuck up.' I was so aroused I did as he told me, stopped resisting and helped him get them over my heels and off my feet as I said with a giggle, "Neil this is so wrong."

"I know," he replied sliding his fingers into me and rubbing my clit with his thumb. "But it's fucking marvellous isn't Jayne?" At the same time with his other hand he rubbed the big, pink knickers all over my boobs and stomach then around his cock and pressed my hand against him.

Just as my orgasm was starting, I felt his cock stiffening and I muttered. "Yes Neil, yes it is fucking marvellous." As I said that I felt him erupting and it took me a few moments of shuddering, sexual ecstasy to work out what was happening as we both climaxed and I saw a group of guys walking towards us presumably to get into a car or cars.

"Oh fuck look at them, they're coming our way, quick," he muttered shoving his dick back into his jeans. Panic stricken, I pulled the top of my dress up and pushed the skirt down completely forgetting about my knickers as I started the car. We just about made it and I drove us quickly out of the car park and the few miles to the airport and parked in the short-term car park.

"Shit where are my knickers?" I asked him as I fumbled around on the floor of the car.

"Come on hurry we're late."

"I've got to find the bloody things, where the hell are they?"

"Look, just leave them you've got everything covered up with the dress and it'll be a buzz you being commando as we kiss goodbye and I get on the plane."

I was tempted to tell him to fuckoff, yes my language had got more 'industrial' since starting the fling with him, but I knew I wouldn't. I was worried, though, about swanning around the pre-security area of the always busy airport just wearing the sleeveless, white, mini, A line dress and strappy four-inch heels with my boobs bare under it and no panties.

And I was quite right to be worried.

As we walked towards the check in and bag drops I was pulling one of his suitcases and he was holding the two bags but still, somehow, managed to put his arm around my waist and squeezed the slight excess of flesh on my hip. That, of course, pulled on the dress which made it ride up my left leg a little way so that I was almost showing where the cheek of my ass started. I told him what was happening and tried pushing it down and his simple, inconsiderate reply was, "So?" and then he was silent and, if anything made it ride up a little more. As it was quite a chilly and rainy day not many people were as scantily dressed as I was so, not surprisingly I got quite a lot of stares. Not all of them, though, may have been at the way I was dressed but more at the amount of flesh I was showing on my bare arms and legs and on my chest and cleavage and of course at my unfettered boobs which, as I walked and pulled the case, were flying around all over the place.

As we neared the bag drop Neil pulled me to one side and pushed me against a money exchange booth, put his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips as he whispered, "I love you Aunty and I really do mean it."

That hit home hard to me. Love wasn't something that had entered into either our relationship or our discussions. Also it hadn't really entered my thinking. To me it just wasn't a consideration for several reasons. First and foremost, of course we were blood related, it was incest and in both Massachusetts and the UK it was illegal and I certainly could go to prison. Then there was the family situation and my sister and daughter would never understand. Then there was the twenty-odd years age gap which may well be acceptable when the parties are in the mid-twenties and forties but wind things on a few years and mid-fifties and seventies is a whole new and very different ball game. But probably overriding all of those was what our entire relationship was based on sex and, added to that, sex of a rather extreme nature.

But that wasn't the time to argue so I simply whispered, "Shush," as we strolled towards security and the passenger only areas. He again steered off to one side and we kissed deep and long. It wasn't until we were well into the kiss that I realised that not only had he cupped and squeezed my boobs and was pressing his full erection against me but, more worryingly, he'd slid his hand up the back of my legs taking the dress with it so they were on my bum which was completely uncovered. Fortunately, my back was towards a wall so nobody could pass behind us. As usual, the place was teeming and there were people everywhere and although a few glanced at us most were preoccupied with their own needs so they ignored us. As our kiss intensified so I was in a near trance and I hardly heard him the first time so I asked what he said and that brought me to my senses as he muttered, "Let me put it in you, let's have our last UK fuck Aunty."

"Don't be ridiculous," I whispered grabbing the skirt of the dress and pulling it down my legs as far as it would go.

"Only joking Jay, just a joke," he grinned cupping my boob and adding, "I probably haven't got time in any case, I'd better get going, see you in Boston soon."

"Yes the 25th probably, I'm going to New York first so the agency can pay for it."

As he moved away looking over his shoulder he said loud enough for some passersby to hear, "And don't forget those knickers and bras I bought you, will you?"

Totally embarrassed when some people stared at me with a combination of disdain on the women's faces and lust on the guys, I hurried off to the car park, jumped into the car and started off on the drive back to North London. As I drove onto the M25 I thought about the pink knickers and fumbled around on the floor but couldn't find them but then saw them poking out from between the passenger seat and door where he must have put them as he was leaving the car, the sod. I pulled off the motorway at the first service station and pulled the knickers out from beside the seat. It was only then that I realised that they were wet which I didn't understand at first. Then it me, they were soaked, really soaked with his cum and there was so much making me realise just how much cum young guys create as I compared it to the loads Kevin had deposited on my tits in recent years. It also made me smile as I wondered whether I would miss receiving such big loads in the future!

As I poodled around the motorway at a steady seventy that, of course, brought back the memories of the past few months with him. With him now gone, I was finding it hard to believe just what had happened to me. It wasn't just that I'd had sex with a guy in his early twenties nor that it was incest with my sister's son, although both of those facts were quite amazing, it was also the amount and nature of sex that I had let him lead me into that really hit home. As our sexual relationship had developed and deepened, I hadn't really realised at the time just how depraved I had been with him. More importantly probably, that didn't really appal or faze me, well not anywhere near as much as I would have imagined it would if discussed before he and I started. In fact, I realised, it actually rather excited me. Had I changed permanently, I wondered and if so where would I go next with a lover if, indeed, there were more lovers?

As I ambled along the relatively quiet motorway I looked down at myself and couldn't help smiling and wondering at what the hell had led me to dress as I was. Okay it was Neil's idea and I recognised that what I was wearing was what he had requested or, more realistically I admitted, demanded. That realisation, wasn't new and had been getting stronger in my thinking for some time now. It frequently rattled around in my mind making me acknowledge that I had become my nephew's plaything. In short I, a forty-something aged woman had become a submissive to my twenty-four-year-old nephew and that was something I had never thought I would be.

In my driving position the short skirt was about as far up my legs, which were slightly parted, as it could go and my unfettered boobs were wobbling with the movements of the car. My bare legs were stretched out in front of me and the zip, which was half down let the neck of the white dress gape so I could see the swell of my breasts and the deep and wide cleavage between them. I knew that if Neil was with me sitting on the seat that now contained the sperm-soaked, pink knickers, his hand would alternate between my breasts and between my legs and the thought of that caused my hand to go right there. I almost started to masturbate but, for safety's sake, I resisted that, removed my hand and picked up the knickers that momentarily I considered throwing out the window, but also resisted that temptation.

On the drive home I got a few texts from Neil one of which asked if I had found the knickers and another asked if I had jerked off as he liked to call it, but then as it went past his scheduled take off time the messaged finished. At home I felt lonely and lost. I missed him badly and wandered around the house with no idea what to do.

The next two weeks before I left for a few days business in New York and then a long four-day weekend in Boston were pretty awful. Everywhere around the house reminded me of Neil and the events of our affair kept flooding into my mind. At times it was as if he was still here and I expected to see him coming into or leaving a room. On top of simply missing him I was, of course, also missing sex. Almost as soon as I watched his back going into security at the airport, quite ridiculously, I felt frustrated. It was as if I hadn't had sex for an age not the two hours or so since he'd fingered me to an orgasm in my car in a car park.

The very evening after I'd dropped him at the airport and whilst he was still in the air I masturbated. Although I made myself cum, it wasn't very good and was more an excuse for a mini orgasm than a full-blown climax. However, that was more than made up for when I got a text from him simply saying, 'Can't talk right now but should be able to in half an hour so, have a glass of wine, have a sniff of the stuff, strip naked and wait for my call.'