If I had been in an emotional turmoil before that family party, I was now in a mental maelstrom. If I had been confused before we talked, now I was totally puzzled. And if I had concerns about my imaginings about young men before I saw you walking across the piazza from Canary Wharf station, now with you sitting beside me in my car, I had they had become massive worries.
I simply couldn't understand myself and my wants and desires. Ok, it was fair enough for an early forties woman who had been used to pretty stimulating and very regular sex from her partner for many years, wanting to be fucked. It was more than ok also for her to want to be fucked hard, long and often. But for me to want to be fucked by a young guy like you, my nephew, surely that was wrong? You were only eighteen, or were you nineteen now, merely a teenager? But that's what I wanted and that's what this trip to Norfolk was all about. A forty three year old aunt being fucked by her nineteen year old nephew. What the fuck was the matter with me? I had no answer to that.
I also had no answer to the incest thing. As you'd said, it wasn't as if we were going to be producing babies and that was the real incest issue. So I could intellectually discount the fact that you were my nephew, well almost. Instead, as we sped up the M11 and I glanced at you from time to time, I saw a young stud and that made me tremble with both apprehension and anticipation. I wanted you, but I was hoping against hope that in the past tfew months you had not become super experienced, had lots of women, especially older ones and had become too adept at sex. I wanted to continue to teach you, show you the way, educate you and coach you in the wiles and ways of wonderful sex. Jesus what a crock of shit. Was that what I really wanted? And why you? If I wanted a young stud, a toyboy, they weren't that hard to find. Several at the tennis club and a couple at the golf club had 'offered their services,' but no, I turned them down and fucked you, my nephew instead. Was incest the buzz, did I need that to go through with my 'teaching?' Fuck knows. On the boringly straight and tediously flat M11 I was lost in my thoughts, but as I realised I was doing well over a hundred and slowed a bit I tried to rationalise it all and couldn't. So I gave up.
With the roof of the M3 down conversation was difficult, so after trying it a little we both gave up and contented ourselves with our thoughts.
Mine, revolved around just what we would do together over the next day or so. I also mulled over the complicated arrangements that I had mad and the even more complicated excuses and lies I had made up.
I had told Janis that I was taking Sara to Norfolk for a few days and said it would be nice for the two cousins to spend some time together; I could hardly tell her that it would just be you and me. She bought that and agreed that you could come. I told Sara that I had work to do with Mike at the cottage and arranged for her to stay with her dad. I had told Carey and Mike that you and Janis, who they had met a few times, would be with me at the cottage and that she would be going home the day they arrived. Janis had thrown a bit of a spanner in the works when I had said that I was staying up there to work with Mike, which I was, and that I would drop you at Norwich station, by inviting herself up. "I'll pop up and collect him, you can find me a bed for a night can't you?" She'd said. 'Fuck, how could I explain Sara's absence?' I thought. I was quick.
"Yes that'll be fine as Sara is leaving that day so you can have her bed," I'd explained.
It's that sort of stuff that had always, well nearly always, stopped me having affairs when I was married. The lies and excuses get so complicated.
As we drove round the Norwich excuse for a bye pass I tried to ensure that I had thought of everything; I just hoped I had, but couldn't help thinking was it all worth while just for some time with my nineteen year old nephew? I didn't have an answer to that.
We got to the cottage around five thirty. We took our bags in, but didn't unpack right away. Instead, just like two experienced lovers we fucked.
It was an easy fuck, a slow one, a good one. I pretty much led and you followed, perfect!
We lay in each other's arms and chatted. You told me about the girls you'd had in the past few months. That made me feel ridiculously jealous.
"Were any er, um older like me?" I asked when you said you'd had a few one night stands.
"No," you replied lifting my breast up and kissing it, showing a level of confidence that hadn't been there before. "Nor were any as sexy as you?"
"How old were they?"
"The youngest was in her teens the oldest maybe twenty three, just kids aunty, not MILFs like you."
I laughed, I quite liked being called that so I straddled you, took hold of your half erect dick, rubbed it on my pussy leaned forward and dangled my tits over your face so you could lick my nipples. You immediately hardened, it was as if I had triggered a switch, was it really as easy as that? Wonderful. I pressed the end of your rapidly hardening cock against my clit, sat up straight, looked you right in the eye, grabbed my own tits, rubbed them together and then let my cunt slide down your cock until it was in me up to the hilt.
"Did any of them fuck you like this Matt?"
****
The journey dragged, well for me every journey drags. Most is due to sheer boredom, this for other reasons. Having you sat next to me, your hair pinned up, your creamy slender neck leading down to the swell of your ample bosom, a white shirt buttoned to three holes from the top giving me the occasional glimpse of cleavage and tucked in at the bottom into a tight pair of jeans that only fuelled my already racing imagination.
As we drove I stole looks at you, gazed out of the window and thought of what was happening. Once it would have seemed wrong but I'd managed to put those thoughts behind me as apparently, so had you. It was a weekend of fucking, fucking and fucking. If only my parents knew, especially as they had been delighted when I'd agreed to go to Norfolk with you and Sara as you had told mum, letting on to me that she never was coming.
"It'll be good for you to spend some time in the country instead of milling around here all weekend or getting drunk with your friends." My mum had informed me.
I made a non committal grunt, inside I was bursting though.
"Don't go giving your Aunt any grief while you're up there ok, she works hard and doesn't need you being a yob," I tried not to laugh; I was thinking 'No, she needs me to be hard and full of cum!'
For some bizarre reason my Mum and Dad thought of you as a steadying influence on me. They thought of you as someone who could talk to me, reason with me and set an example. I thought about the conversation as you drove, so I smiled again, a big smile.
I'd never been to Norfolk before and had never believed anywhere could be so flat; it seemed like field after field as we drove. And finally after what had seemed an age we pulled up, in the middle of nowhere, to the cottage. As pretty as the cottage was I couldn't help but think 'Who'd ever want to live right out here?'
