Cat and her nephew get much, much bolder.
Can incest between a forty something aunt and an eighteen year old nephew ever be justified?
*
I had felt very grown up in the pub. I had felt older than my nineteen, well eighteen and threquarters, years. It was amazing being with you in public, just like a date. I wanted things like that to happen more; I wanted us to 'go out' like a boy friend and girl friend. As we'd started walking home I had thought I would ask you if we could now go on dates and stuff like that, but when you told me that my mum was arriving tomorrow, my mind went off that. 'Fuck' fuck' fuck fuck,' I was mouthing to myself when you told me the bad news.
Then, though, as you can so easily do, you took my mind off that as well by pulling me into a shop doorway and kissing me. We had a good grope. Doing it like that in a doorway was more like what I was sued to with the girls I'd pulled so I felt more confident and really went for it.
Directly we kissed, my cock reared up and, though it got caught in my pants it made a large bulge in my shorts. I was pressing that against your soft belly and didn't feel at all embarrassed as I sometimes did with girls more my age. Also, unlike them, you didn't move away. No, experienced women like you want that so I revelled in you squirming against me. Not only did that feel good, but it also freed my cock from the restrictions of my boxers so it was straight up my stomach and, come to that yours as well. I sort of dry fucked as you leaned back against the shop door, well I suppose it was more us dry fucking each other for, as usual, you were as much into this as I was. Something else you don't get with the kids I usually go with. However, pulling your tee shirt up and over your tits and yanking them out of your bra was in more line with the sort of gropes I generally have. But the tits I yanked out of your bra were much different to the tits I'd yanked from other bras. There had been girl's tits, your's were the tits of a woman. Big, round, full and heavy with pronounced, but not huge nipples, which always, though, seemed to be hard, fucking lovely.
I wanted to shag you right there and then, right there in that doorway. I wanted to turn you round, get your shorts down, push your thong to one side and fuck you from behind as I squashed your bare tits against the glass of the shop doorway. But you stooped me.
"Why not?" I asked feeling fucking annoyed and bloody frustrated when you said we had to stop. You explained about the situation for us and for Carey and Mike if anyone saw us, and as your fingers, which were down the front of my shorts, fiddled with my knob you almost made both that and my mind explode when you said that you were going to take me home and suck my cock. Fucking hell what a thought.
"But can we have sex outside some time?" I asked as we walked with our arms round each other down the dark road, removing them each time a car came past.
"Who said there'll be other times Matt, we can't keep doing this."
"Why not?" I asked again feeling pissed off. I was surprised by your answer.
"Hmmmm true, why not, perhaps we can, now and then."
"I won't be a pest aunty, honest," I said my fingers on the hand round your shoulder finding the top of your breast.
"I know you wont, baby," you replied pulling me behind a bush and kissing me. "And yes we can do it outside, would that turn you on even more?"
"Fucking hell would it," I replied getting hold of both of your tits. "Let's do it here."
"No somewhere where we aren't known at all."
"Oh come on Cat," I persisted again pulling your tits from the cups of your bra.
As I said that the headlight of a car came round the corner and it slowed down right near us. We broke apart and walked round the big bush, the car had stopped right there. We looked in and saw a couple kissing, presumably a bloke dropping his girl friend or just having a quick grope. We smiled and walked on your tits I noticed jiggling wonderfully out of your bra under the thin top. You left them like that for the few hundred yards left to the cottage, fucking brilliant.
***
The pub had been a bit of a reality check. It had also been fucking exciting, if that's not too much of a contradiction.
I had been embarrassed at seeing other people looking at us. I was sure they were thinking 'poor old cow, can only get kids to go out with' or something along those lines certainly some were thinking, I was sure, 'how pathetic, obscene even was the spectre of a forty plus year old with a teenager.' Deep down I actually agreed with them.
Putting the embarrassment to one side the other aspect of the pub was that we were sort of on a date. And that simply didn't work. Other than sex and the family we had little to talk about. I'm not big on football or the latest X Box games and acid house music had never been my scene. After a few minutes I doubted whether you knew the PM's name or where Afghanistan is and you had no views on the typical topics discussed on dates or even round dinner tables. That said, being close to you, feeling your leg on mine, thinking that other people, particularly the women, were assuming, correctly, that we would soon be fucking, having your eyes continually 'undressing' and knowing that shortly you and your awesome cock would be mine to do with as I wished as I 'continued teaching you' had me tingling all the time we were at dinner. And walking home, kissing and groping took me back to my teenage years in some ways; they certainly made me feel as if I would cum.
When you got me in the shop doorway I really did want you to shag me. My body, especially, but also my mind was screaming out for you to fuck me outdoors in a place where we could be caught. Somehow my 'better' self' prevailed. It was just too awful a though that one of Carey and Mike's friends might see me leaning against that door, my tits out and my shorts and knickers round my knees as my sister's son, took me from behind.
What made me leave my tits out of my bra as we strolled the last hundred yards or so I don't know? But knowing that they were bare under the thin top kept my arousal at boiling point. Watching you watching them jiggle and wobble added to that and presumably ensured your blatant hardness was maintained until we eventually got inside the cottage. We soon got rid of that though.
We didn't bother to go upstairs; we didn't even put the lights on. We didn't kiss or cuddle each other and we didn't have any foreplay. We simply looked at each other, undressed then fucked on the floor of the lounge.
There was nothing spectacular in the way of the position. I was on my back, legs spread, you were between them, my ankles were crossed round your waist and you were deep inside me in a flash.
"I forgot....." You started to say as the glory of your hardened length and girth slid into me.
"Fuck the condom baby, just fuck aunty without it. I take it you prefer bareback."
"Other than earlier this evening I had never done it that way, but yes Cat I do."
It was over quite quickly. But then such fucks always are. In any case we didn't need a long, drawn out session. The atmosphere in the pub and certainly on the way home had primed us and all we needed to do was keep our powder dry for the last few yards and then we could let fire. And boy oh boy did we do that. It was certainly the most explosive fuck we had had so far.
***
It was turning into a strange evening. On the one hand I was on a date with a real woman, a MILF, a cougar an older woman. Shit did I feel grown up as the people in the pub stared at us. The men thinking how clever I was to have pulled you, the women wishing they had been you. No one was fooled for one moment about me being your nephew, even though I was. They knew I was your toyboy, your young stud, your fuck for the night. They must have, surely.
Certainly the group we had met as we were leaving must have thought that. The two gays eyeing me up surprised me. I had never been interested in that sort of thing, but, for some reason, the way the better looking one had stared at me made me tingle and wonder just what it would like to be with a man.
