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.'
