As indicated previously, this episode and whole story is a fantasy and in no way autobiographical!
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Ideally John would have preferred another quiet night in with his Aunt Stella, but he was content to go with her to Gemma's party. Gemma was the daughter of his aunt's friends, and he had met them a few years earlier on a visit with his parents to his Aunt Stella and Uncle Tony (his aunt and uncle had since divorced). He had got on quite well with her, and he felt it would be nice to see her again. Besides, there would still be opportunity for more sex with his forty-seven year-old aunt when they got back to her house.
His aunt had mixed feelings about taking him to the party, too, but for different reasons.
She had arranged to attend weeks before he had come to visit her to do some decorating for her, and, all things being equal he would have returned home by then. Even if he hadn't, it should have been fine for him to accompany her. The party was after all for the twenty-first birthday of her friend's daughter, Gemma, and John had met her. But now, after she had allowed him to seduce her, Stella had asked him to stay on for a few extra days. She had told his mother that she wanted him to "do a few things for her." She hadn't said, of course, that those things would take place naked in her bed!
Her concern about them both going to the party was the fear that she and her nephew would exchange glances with a frequency or an intensity that would ring alarm bells in the minds of anyone who noticed. If she were honest, there was another reason, too. Since John's seduction of her and the sex they had indulged in since that afternoon, she had begun to feel young again, vibrant, feminine and desirable. She had seen and felt the strong desire of a young man for her, even if he was the son of her ex-sister-in-law. She feared the disappointment and loss of her new-found self-esteem due to his eyes wandering at the party, checking out and lusting for Gemma or one of her friends, or even one of the older female guests. And she could hardly blame him if he did - after all, he was twenty-two years old.
His Aunt Stella chose a floral print dress. She knew that it was not as revealing or quite as smart as he would have liked, but it was a warm evening and she wanted something that did not fit too tightly. It was quite pretty, too; the bright floral pattern stood out sharply against the black background, and the dress buttoned all the way from the neckline to the hem. She wore a narrow belt with it, which helped to show off her curves.
Gemma and her parents lived just over twenty miles away. She and her nephew chatted easily enough on the way. She met his eyes with hers often, though her concentration on her driving seemes unaffected. At one point, a few miles before their destination, she pointed out a smaller side road that dressed a large park. She giggled.
"You see that road there, John... well, no..."
"Well, what, Auntie?" he asked, intrigued. "You can't stop at that!"
"Hmm... well, alright. That's where Uncle Tony and I used to do our courting."
"What, you mean.... on that road?"
She giggled again. "Not just us. It was what used to be called in those days Lovers' Lane. They used to give that name to any bits of road where young men would take their girlfriends for..."
"A bit of 'courting' as you called it?"
"Yes. It might be anything from a bit of a fumble and grope to going all the way!"
"And there might be more than one car there? Several couples all parked up -- 'courting'?"
"Yes."
"Wow! And you and Uncle T..."
"Yes. Now, don't forget what I told you earlier, John. You must be careful how you look at me tonight. You must mix and spend a lot of the evening talking to other people. And you must avoid looking at me too much and in a certain way. I... they mustn't suspect anything."
"I understand, Auntie. And I will try my very best."
He wondered whether her sudden change of subject was due to embarrassment at disclosing an intimate detail of her past to him, or whether she just wanted to avoid talking and thinking about her ex-husband, his Uncle Tony and the brother of John's mother.
The party was okay. His aunt drank no alcohol because she was driving, and he stuck mainly to soft drinks himself. He made a joke to Gemma's parents that it would be unfair to drink when his aunt couldn't. The truth was that he wanted his enjoyment of her later to be with a clear head, and felt it would be disrespectful to want sex with her if he was tipsy and she was sober. And with only a few more days with her before he had to go back home, he wanted to savour every moment of sex to the utmost.
He followed her request and mingled well. A number of Gemma's friends of both sexes were there, as were a few friends of her parents. It was good to see Gemma again. She was now tall and leggy and had a Celtic tattoo on her arm. Her breasts looked like B-cup and were in perfect proportion to her slender build. Her nipples pressed against her skimpy top. He would normally have been very preoccupied with her and with some of her friends for that matter. But his mind was elsewhere tonight, and he found himself wishing the time away.
He did manage to avoid looking at his aunt too much, though he found it difficult, and a few times he had to try to will away a budding erection by thinking of other things or by getting involved in conversation.
At long last he heard his aunt saying that they needed to head for home. He joined her, and they said goodbye to Gemma and her parents, then headed for his aunt's car. His pulse had quickened and he wondered whether hers had, too.
As he got into the car beside her he glanced down at her lap. The bottom two buttons of the front of her dress were unfastened, causing it to part. In the half-light her fleshy thighs looked very alluring. He closed the car door and, looking out of the window, waved goodbye. She started the car engine and, waving back to her friends, pulled out of the drive and drove off along the road. He glanced admiringly at his aunt's ample breasts under her dress, and at the inverted V where the bottom of her dress was open.
"Gemma's grown up a lot since you last saw her, John... quite a bonny lass..."
"I didn't notice, Auntie."
She gave a low laugh.
"I can't believe that, John... those long legs and that pert bust under her skimpy top..."
He rested his hand half way up her thigh and stroked it gently through the warm, soft fabric of her dress. He heard a slight catch in her breath.
"There was only one lady whose legs and bust I had a job keeping my eyes off... and my hands... and that was my AUNTIE..."
He slid his finger between two buttons of his aunt's dress and caressed half way up her inner thigh, thrilling in her warm, bare skin. He withdrew his hand and resumed stroking her thigh through her dress. He gently squeezed it a few times.
"I spied with my little eye Gemma's perky breasts and her nipples just showing though her top. I admit that. But instead I was dying to spy my AUNTIE'S naked boobs..."
He slid his hand to his aunt's bare knee as he spoke softly to her. She glanced down, then at his eager face. She smiled, then looked back at the road ahead.
