Secret Affair With Friends Son 08

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stood frozen for what felt like a minute.

Had I not been thorough enough when tracing the living room for signs of the hard, sweaty sex that had taken place on its couch? Had I stupidly left behind evidence before leaving to drop Adam? No, I remembered making sure everything was airtight and spotless, even making Adam clean the only compromised, cum-stained spot on the middle couch cushion. But then why was she raising the question?

Had she snuck into my room and found something there, or finally started wondering what took us so long to answer the door? Had she made the connection that sex was the most plausible explanation, and that Rachel's eighteen year old son was the only one I could have possibly partaken in said sex with in the prior several hours?

"Aunt Jennifer, are you okay?" I heard Annie's words break me out of my frozen, frantic state, when I managed to acknowledge just how fishy it was to delay my answer for as long as I had to such a simple question.

I'd just fully accepted my affair with Adam, and it genuinely felt so good. Happiness and peace had consumed my otherwise distraught mental state after the longest time, and I wasn't ready for it to all come crashing down just yet. Deciding to form the tamest of excuses with hopes of her being none-the-wiser, I finally responded.

"Oh, sorry. Think I'm catching a cold, a bit chilly today." I said, running a hand over my forehead to mock-check my temperature. "And no, dear, I don't have a boyfriend. Why do you ask?" I continued, silently acknowledging my words to be lies and with that, admitting that I too, now, considered Adam to be my actual boyfriend. I was officially dating an eighteen year old, and that too the son of my closest and best friend. It was the embodiment of insanity, and somehow... I didn't seem to mind it.

"Oh, no reason, really. Aunt Rachel doesn't live that far, from what I remember, and you took some time coming back. So I thought you'd gone to meet your boyfriend." She replied, her serious expression replaced by one of concern. "I have some Advil in my bag, should I get you some?"

"No, no, it's okay. I'll just rest up in a bit." I replied, moving into the kitchen and taking a seat on the island. "And I took a detour to the office on my way back. No secret boyfriend, sadly." I smiled, continuing my trail of lies while mentally sighing in relief. She hadn't caught on to anything after all.

"Well, we definitely need to talk about how someone as hot as you doesn't have a boyfriend." She said, returning her attention to whatever she'd been fiddling with on the countertop. "But it can wait. For now, I just made some hot chocolate. Let me pour you a cup too."

"Oh thank you, dear but I already had hot chocolate with-"

"With Adam?" She cut me off, turning to meet my eyes with the tiniest hint of a smile stretching her lips.

"Uhh, yes." I replied, suddenly and once again unsure of her intentions.

A small window of silence set in as she poured herself the hot chocolate she'd prepared, before taking a seat opposite mine.

"He's cute." She said, now fully smiling.

"That he is." I fake-smiled back, still unsure of her intentions.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" She sipped on her mug, initiating an otherwise innocent series of questions but considering the circumstances, what felt as if were an interrogation.

"I don't think so." I replied in my best effort of plainly, but then a realization soon dawned.

She'd been quick to recall Adam's name and was now suddenly complimenting him, let alone inquiring about his personal life. I'd been contemplating whether she had suspicions of our affair, and her charade so far could definitely explain just that. But... could it be that she was really just interested in Adam? She was a senior at college, while he was a fresh high school graduate. A very cute one, yes, but a fresh graduate nonetheless. There was no way, right?

"Why do you ask?" I followed up, curious to confirm my theory.

"Oh no reason." She giggled like a school-girl, further adding to my own suspicion. "I'm just gonna be here for a while, so wanted someone to hang out with."

Her answer didn't make a lot of sense, since inquiring about his dating life didn't have much to do with needing someone to kill time with. She'd done herself no favors with that response, and my thoughts over the possibility of her interest began to further solidify, but then shifted to a more pressing matter when her words really settled in.

"Oh? A while?" I broadened my fake-smile, resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow.

Again, I loved Annie. She was my only and favorite niece, and while I absolutely adored her and would normally be overjoyed in having her stay, the interrupting fashion in which she'd showed up in had been... displeasing to say the least. Not only had she brought about a swift end to the hottest sex I'd ever had, I'd also found myself frantic of any skepticism she could have possibly had of my relationship with Adam.

Through his earlier narration of his dream, I'd subconsciously made plans of throwing on the sexiest lingerie sets I owned and calling him over. He'd fired seven massive loads of cum in and on me, all in a couple of hours let alone a single day, and I'd been musing over the sheer amount of filthy, sweaty sex we'd be having from hereon right on the silky sheets of my bed, and just how many more loads I'd be coaxing out of his relentless factories of thick, delicious cum.

I'd even thought up potential excuses he could give his mother to spend nights at mine, and that was just from a sexual perspective. I also wanted to spend more time with the man I now admittedly loved, conjuring up ways to get him to truly be comfortable and confident around my presence rather than the klutz he still somewhat was.

But now with Annie staying over, none of that was any longer possible, and I'd most definitely be gritting my teeth in frustration if I didn't already love her so much.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you." She started to explain, returning to her beaming ways. "Mom had booked my flight for the exact date my semester would end, but it ended earlier than expected. So I'll be spending the next two weeks here! Isn't that exciting?"

I maintained my sham of a smile, my mind a mess over the revelation. Why now? Why now that I finally had Adam once again an intimate part of my life, and that too right after he'd made me lose count of the number of times I could cum in a single day. Why now that I'd finally have unrestrained, guilt-free access to him and his massive cock and balls, all in the privacy of my own home?

"I've missed you so much, Aunt Jenni." She continued, grinning in her classic bubbly fashion. "Just imagine all the things we could do together for an entire two weeks! We could catch up, go to the movies, go shopping, maybe attend a concert or two? It'll be so much fun, just like old times, right?"

I continued to smile past the guilt I was now feeling, unable to return her enthusiasm when I otherwise almost definitely would.

"Yes, dear. That sounds... lovely." I finally humored, my cheeks straining from just how long I'd forced the expression. I also mentally reprimanded myself. My beautiful niece was overjoyed at the notion of spending time with her favorite and only aunt. I could and should have set aside the horny for two weeks and willingly and happily partaken in the activities she'd planned for us.

But then why was it so difficult to even think of doing just that? Was this the effect that Adam had on me? He'd been involuntarily messing with my head and making me experience emotions I'd never otherwise feel all from day one. The decisions I'd made with him in mind since the beginning of our affair were ones I'd never in any other circumstance ever make. Was this another example of just how easy I was when it came to him? Or was it just the expected reaction of a two-week intimate separation from the eighteen year old I'd fallen in love with?

For the second time through our exchange, I was entirely lost in a self-imposed mental debate, the realization slowly dawning that her staying would also mean two weeks fewer spent with Adam before he'd have to inevitably move away for college. I'd have broken out of my reverie wincing at the sheer thought of that alone, when Annie parted her lips and brought back attention to my earlier premonition.

"Oh and if you're ever busy, maybe I could spend some time with Adam too?" She giggled, and my eyes instantly roamed up from her tittering features, looking directly at her own. "He's pretty cute, and if he doesn't have a girlfriend, well..."

***

I'd just wrapped up dinner and wished Annie a good night, entering my room and locking the door.

The exchange with the twenty-one year old had been mentally exhausting, translating to physical fatigue when the countless number of orgasms Adam had railed me through finally began to take their toll. I tiredly jumped into bed, deeming it an appropriate moment to process the million and one thoughts frenzying in my head.

My theory had proven itself correct. Annie really was interested in Adam, and I felt too overwhelmed from the constant mental back and forth to decide what my feelings on the matter truly were. Right after the rainy day that had initiated our affair, I'd made up my mind in convincing Adam to find a girlfriend his own age, and if an opportunity such as the current one had presented itself back then, I'd be overjoyed. Not only was Annie in a similar age group as him, but she was beautiful, smart and funny, too, let alone a total babe. Coupled with the fact that I wanted the best for my lovely niece, I'd have been delighted pairing her up with the adorable young gentleman I knew Adam to be.

But things were different now. I'd not only come to admit my all-consuming feelings for the eighteen year old, but I'd confessed them too. I legitimately considered him my secret little boyfriend at this point, and more than that, I considered him 'mine'.

Just a month back I'd have gladly treated our affair as a bridge he needed to jump over to gain some much-needed confidence with women, but now, I found myself feeling an emotion I'd have never thought myself capable of feeling for someone so much younger, let alone my best friend's son:

Possessiveness.

What surprised me further was that such an emotion usually associated itself with jealousy, and yet I found myself feeling none. I thought to reprimand myself, to tell myself it was selfish to be possessive over a boy that still had all his youthful energy to happily spend on a busty college blonde, but to admit such selfishness would be to also admit that he'd be missing out by spending that energy on an older, thirty-two year old woman. But would he really be missing out?

Annie had a pretty, model-like face, but I'd been told my entire life that I could easily be a model off of my face alone, too, if my body didn't make porn the much more appropriate career choice. Yes, she had a great body too, but my tits were bigger, while being just as firm and sagless. My ass was larger, rounder and just as perky from all the squats I'd spent years putting in at the gym, and my waist was tighter. She was a senior at college, while I was an accomplished, independent woman. She was funny and smart, and had a great personality, but I'd been the one to instill those traits within her in the first place. And while I'd always known her to be adventurous, I was an absolute freak in bed, with much more experience under the belt. The only worthwhile victory she'd have would be her naturally blonde hair, but even that would just come down to preference. And if Adam's obsession had been worth anything... I had a feeling he preferred brunettes.

Part of me felt guilty for so shamelessly comparing myself to my much younger niece, that too one that I loved very much. I honestly harbored no ill-feelings towards her for her sudden interest in my cute, new boyfriend. The entire trail of thought was merely a result of the possessive inklings coursing through my head, and even if my relationship with Adam were taboo considering our age disparity and his relation to my best friend, I still loved him, and wanted to explore our new bond to its limits.

The problematic word here was 'limits', and despite all the gloating, I simultaneously acknowledged the confliction I felt because of it. I wanted to make our relationship work, but deep down I knew that the push for doing so was entirely emotional and sexual. Logic still dictated that despite my unwavering belief that he wouldn't be missing out by dating his mother's older, hot-bodied friend, there would still potentially be too many handicaps placed on our relationship for him to fully experience the joys of a fulfilling one. Just off the top of my head, the secrecy in which we'd have to continue and the logistics of him moving away for college alone were two large enough examples of such handicaps. If the overwhelming emotions and the extremely hot, nasty sex were removed from the equation, it was and always would be logically appropriate for him to date someone his own age, and as much as I wanted to keep him for myself, I couldn't find it in me to be selfish enough to stand in the way of his genuine, long-term happiness. And that, too, was love.

Earlier, I'd been agreeable to Annie's wish of spending time with him whenever I'd be busy, and she'd no doubt make advances considering her ignorance of our affair. If Adam were to magically make the same logical realization that he'd be better off with her than he'd ever be with me, then he'd make the correct decision and return her advances.

But that was never going to happen.

I knew him, and I knew just how deep his combination of love and obsession for me ran. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was a sick, guilty pleasure in knowing that no matter how hard Annie would try over the course of the next two weeks, she was never going to feel his giant, veiny cock stretching her college pussy open, making her scream in ecstasy like never before. She was never going to suck his deliciously massive dick, or swallow his thick, creamy cum before he'd fill her remaining two orifices full of it in a single session. She was never going to call him daddy as he'd dominate her better than the boys back at her college would ever be able to, or experience the molten taboo of a timid eighteen year old managing to push her hot body to its limits. No, such filthy, nasty pleasures at the end of his massive cock were reserved solely and only for me, and I couldn't help but smile at the admission.

The trail of thought had served to refresh my memories of just how hot the sex had been before her unannounced arrival, and unbelievably, I felt my nipples begin to harden. I'd never cum as much in a full week, let alone in a single day, and yet just a recollection of the way he'd had me bent over on my couch was turning me on again. He'd been pummeling my cum-filled pussy with his hips driving into my wildly jiggling ass in abandon, searching for release so he could drag me back to the bedroom and fuck my ass again.

He'd been so cute in the car, nervously explaining how he couldn't get his erection to go down because thoughts of stretching my tight asshole for a second time had been flooding his mind. The reminder of such cuteness confirmed in my head a notion I already somewhat knew to be true: It was never solely his cock I missed, it was all of him.

The manner in which my lust and love seemed to mix for him was an entirely newfound experience, and I found myself contemplating if it'd be appropriate to do in that moment what I otherwise always would when craving a man I loved.

I thought over it for a minute, but finally muttered 'fuck it'. We were pretty much dating now, weren't we? And what I intended to do fell under the basest of expectations of dating.

I reached across the bedrest and grabbed onto my phone, opening up Adam's contact.

J: "You up?"

I typed in the words, and hit send.

For the first time ever, I texted him. I texted my best friend's eighteen year old son, in the same manner I'd text a boyfriend, all of my own accord. Despite being the most ordinary of acts, I felt as if I were crossing another untapped boundary in our relationship, impatiently waiting for him to reply.

Just a couple of seconds later, I heard my notification bell ring.

***10:34 PM NEW TEXT MESSAGE: ADAM***

A: "Hey."

I smiled widely, feeling my heart flutter the way a schoolgirl's would when texting her crush.

J: "Haven't gone to sleep yet?"

I wrote back.

A: "Nope, couldn't sleep."

He responded, and we began to chat.

J: "Me neither."

A: "Why?"

J: "You first."

A: "No u."

J: "Damn, can't argue with that."

A: "I'm impressed you got that."

J: "Got what?"

A: "The no u thing. It's like a newer meme."

J: "Are you calling me old?"

A: "No no not at all. Just surprised that you got it."

J: "What's a meme?"

A: "..."

A: "There's no way you know the no u thing but don't know what a meme is."

J: "Hahahaha."

I genuinely laughed.

J: "I'm just messing with you. I'm not THAT old."

A: "You're not old at all. I even told you so on the last night you stayed over."

J: "Did you, now?"

A: "Yeah, when I said you look mid-twenties at worst."

J: "Oh, is that before or after you said twenty year olds don't have tits like mine?"

I teased.

A: "Uhh, after I think."

J: "And did we have this conversation before or after you fucked my oiled up tits for the first time? I'm struggling to remember."

I lied about the struggling, remembering the entire night down to every last detail. My fondness for teasing him had clearly translated its way into texting, and Adam took longer to respond than usual.

A: "You're messing with me again."

J: "Hahahaha."

I chucked to myself. He was just unbelievably cute.

J: "Okay okay, sorry."

A: "Apology not accepted."

I burst out in laughter again, covering my mouth so Annie wouldn't hear in the adjacent room.

J: "Oh no. What's it gonna take to get you to accept?"

A: "I don't think you realize how hot you are. Your teasing messes me up."

I smiled at both his compliment and complaint, immediately conjuring up a response he'd least expect.

J: "One sec, let me make it up to you."

A: "How?"

We'd already crossed the boundary of texting... a picture or two wouldn't hurt, right?

I threw my phone to the side, quickly grabbing the hems of my tank top and shorts in turns and discarding them both. Now scantily clad in nothing but the red lingerie he'd seen me in earlier, I raised my phone and snapped a vertical full-body shot, folding one leg atop the other and enabling flash to compensate for the dimly lit room.

A: "Waiting..."

My phone buzzed from his text, and I smiled at both his impatience and the picture I'd just taken. It had turned out extremely, sinfully sexy, showcasing all my naked, tight curves with the lacy bra encasing a giant canyon of unnecessarily pushed-up cleavage.

I smiled wider and hit send, it being my turn to now impatiently wait for his response. A full minute later, my phone buzzed again.

A: "Holy fucking shit."

I grinned.

J: "So, apology accepted?"

A: "Oh wow."

A: "You're so fucking hot."

A: "I don't even remember what you were apologizing for. Fucking hell your body is amazing."

J: "Flatterer."

A: "I'm not trying to flatter at all. You're just so unbelievably sexy."

I giggled at his shameless reaction, lowering the right cup of my bra and snapping another picture of my exposed breast.

J: "Yes you are. And such flattery earns you one of these."

I sent the picture. A minute later he responded again.

A: "What mountain do I have to climb to earn the other one too?"