Riding with my nephew

This past August, I was visiting family in Nebraska and had agreed to help my sister get her son, Brian, off to college as she had badly sprained her ankle. We spent the morning packing the car. It was already 90 degrees outside, and Brian, my dad, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full, and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Brian went back into the house to get the last of his things. I suddenly had a flashback to my own son heading off to college and my dad helping me get him there. It was so weird that it seemed sooo the same. Oh well on to this story.

I heard him come out of the house and turned around to see him carrying his 42-inch flat-screen TV.

"Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard my dad ask.

"I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat," Brian replied.

I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, Brian." He looked in the car and suggested, "We can put it in the middle of the front seat."

"Ok, buddy," I said. "Then where am I going to sit?"

I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger side door, put the TV in the middle, and then got in and sat down. "See, plenty of room. Here, Aunt Jen, sit next to me."
I tried to sit next to him, but I couldn't close the door. I'm not a big woman but I’m not tiny either. I stand about five feet, nine inches tall and weigh around a hundred and forty pounds, but Brian was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. "It's not me taking up all the room, it's you. This isn't going to work. Tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit you, we'll bring it with us."

"No way," he answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door.

"Make up your mind, Brian, it's hot out here."

"Ok," Brian looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap."

"Brian, it's a two drive to Wayne State," my dad said.

"I know, but Aunt Jen doesn't weigh much. What do you say, Aunt Jen? Would you mind sitting on my lap?"

"Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable, I want to stop at a rest stop," I said, looking at my dad. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."

My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on Brian's lap for a couple of hours, I wanted to wear something really comfortable.

My jeans would be too tight, plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my suitcase and found a summer dress I had brought. It was

the short type with sleeveless arms and buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it, put it on, and noticed it showed my bra too much. I took it off again, removed my bra, and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra; even at forty-five, my breasts were still perky but it’s hard to hide my very large mommy nipples. Oh well I thought. The dress was short, only coming to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pair of white panties, took one last look in the mirror, and thought to myself, "For an aunt of an eighteen-year-old nephew, I still looked pretty good." I heard the car horn.

I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door, and headed for the car. Brian was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and noticed my dress barely covered my thighs. It had ridden up pretty high. Brian was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door.

I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on Brian's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked Brian.

"Fine, Aunt Jen, you really don't weigh too much. No problem."

I looked over the TV at my dad. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him.

"Sure," he answered, his eyes focused on the road. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed.

"Only your head, dear. Are you comfortable?"

I wiggled around on Brian's lap. "Yeah, I don't mind this at all."

I turned on the radio, letting the music fill the car as we drove. As I listened, I started to feel something hard pressing against me. I tried to reposition my ass, but the sensation didn't go away. I noticed Brian had gone quiet, his body tense beneath mine. "It wasn't there when I first sat down," I thought to myself. Then it dawned on me what I was feeling. My nephew was getting a hard-on, and it was pressing firmly against my ass.

I hadn't thought about giving him a hard-on by sitting on his lap, but there it was, growing harder by the second. "My god," I thought,

"how big is it going to get?" I wondered what he was thinking. Did he think I couldn't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had ridden up even higher, nearly exposing my panties. Brian's hands were resting on the seat beside me, his
fingers dangerously close to the hem of my dress.

I realized I liked the idea of my dress being so high, of giving my nephew a hard-on. It gave me a thrill, a sense of power. We'd only been on the road for about an hour, with four more to go. I knew my dad couldn't see how high my dress had ridden; the TV blocked his view. I felt Brian shift his body, and when he did, his dick ended up pressed firmly against the back of my ass. I found myself wishing he would try something more.

"How are you doing back there, Brian?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm okay, Aunt Jen. How are you feeling?" he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I like what I'm feeling," I answered honestly. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?"

"Yeah, it's a little uncomfortable," he admitted.

"Here, try this to see if it feels better," I said, taking hold of both of his hands and placing them on my bare thighs. "Is that better?"

"Yeah, that's a lot better," he said, his hands resting palms down on my thighs. His thumbs were very close to my panties, and I liked the way it looked. I wished he would move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't, not without some encouragement.

I rested my hands on his and started rubbing the tops of his hands, innocently at first, but with a clear intention in mind. I looked over at my dad, who was focused on the road, oblivious to what was happening right next to him. I liked the idea of Brian's hands on me with my dad right there. As I rubbed Brian's hands, I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't resist.
Now his hands were on my skirt, his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up even more. His hands moved with my skirt, and I looked down to see my panties almost fully exposed. His fingers were so close to touching them. I took his right hand and placed it on my panties. He left his hand there, and I spread my legs a little, causing his hand to fall between my legs.

I took hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties, feeling the heat of his touch against my pussy. I was getting wet, and I wanted more. When I removed my hand, he left his hand on me, not moving it around, just letting it rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers, but nothing happened. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that.

I took hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above the fabric, I pressed his hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his fingertips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further, but my panties were too tight for both of our hands.

Finally, I felt him try to move his hand further down so he could find my entrance. When I took my hand out from under my panties, Brian left his hand on my pussy. I rose up my hips, hooked my thumbs on each side of my panties, and pulled them down to my knees.

As soon as I did this, I felt Brian move his hand so he could get his fingers in me. My panties kept me from spreading my legs out for him to really get to feel me, but before I could move my hand to take them off, Brian used his other hand and started pulling them down around my ankles. I lifted up my leg so he could take them all the way off.
I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him full access. This was all he needed. I was so wet that he sank two fingers in me at once.

I let out a low moan, trying to keep it quiet so my dad wouldn't hear.

"Are you okay?" my dad asked, looking at me with concern.

I smiled back at him. "I'm okay. I thought it would be a problem sitting on Brian's lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."

Here I was, talking to my dad with my nephew's fingers inside me. "How much farther until we stop?" I asked.

"I don't want to stop until I go a little further," my dad replied.

"How about you, Brian? Can you go a little bit further?" I asked, looking down at him.

"Yeah, Aunt Jen. I can go a lot further," he said, his fingers moving in and out of me.

"Good," I answered. "The further we go, the better I like it."

"That's okay with you, isn't it, honey?" I asked my dad.

"Yeah, I like the idea of not stopping," he answered, focusing back on the road.

I turned and looked at Brian. "Me too. I don't want you to stop."

"Brian?" my dad asked. "How are you doing with your aunt on your lap?"

"No problem, Grandpa. Aunt Jen keeps moving around so one position doesn't get uncomfortable. She raises up every once in a while to relieve the pressure," Brian said, his fingers sinking even deeper into my pussy as he spoke.
Brian started moving his fingers in and out of me faster, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his, pushing his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him to go deeper. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers, looking over at my dad to make sure he couldn't see what was happening.

The TV was blocking his view, and I was grateful for that. My whole body was starting to respond to Brian's fingers. Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling disappointed. That didn't last long. Brian started unbuttoning my dress, starting at the top and working his way down. As he unbuttoned my dress, I could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioner against my skin, making my nipples even harder.

He unbuttoned the last button and opened my dress, exposing the front of me completely. He started running his hands up and down my body, fondling both of my bare tits, cupping them with his hands and playing and twisting my big mommy nipples. I arched my back, pressing my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder.

I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. Brian understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts, and I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts, and I still had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more, feeling his dick release itself from its confinement. I sat back down on him, feeling his dick pressing against the back of my naked ass.

"Everything okay, honey?" my dad asked me. "Are you getting uncomfortable on Brian's lap? Do you want me to stop so you can get more comfortable?"

"No, that's all right, dear. If I move around just right, I think I'm going to get real comfortable. What about you, Brian? Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?" I asked, looking down at him.

Brian placed his hands on each side of my hips. "If you would, Aunt Jen, raise up some so I can position myself better," he said.
I understood what he was saying. I raised my ass in the air as high as I could, feeling one of his hands come off my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Brian, feeling the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more, feeling his dick easily slide into my pussy. As I lowered myself onto his dick, it opened my pussy walls wide. I moaned, unable to help myself.

My dad looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" he asked.

As I lowered myself until I felt Brian's dick bottom out in my pussy, I replied, "No, no, don't stop. I want you to keep going. I'm good for the next half hour or so. What about you, Brian? Are you good for the next half hour?"

"Yeah, Aunt Jen. When you sat back down on me, I positioned myself so I would have no problem. I need to rise up for just a minute. Is that okay?" he asked.

"Do you want me to rise up with you?" I asked.

"No, just stay on my lap, and I'll raise you with me," he said. With that, Brian raised his hips, driving his dick even deeper into me. I almost came right then.

"Here, let me get a little more comfortable," I said, wiggling my ass back and forth, causing his dick to move around inside me more. As

I was riding Brian's dick, I looked over at my dad. Brian was still pushing his dick into me as hard as he could. "If only he knew. Here I am, naked, fucking my nephew with my dad right next to me."

"How soon do you think we can visit Brian after he settles into his dorm?" I asked my dad, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Well, with my workload, it's going to be hard to get away, but it's not that long of a drive. You can visit him without me," he replied.

Talking to my dad with Brian's dick inside me made me even hornier. "I understand. Don't feel bad not coming each time I do. I'll come as much as I can. Is that okay with you, Brian?" I asked, looking down at him.

"Aunt Jen, you can come as much as you want to. In fact, the more you come, the better I will like it," he said, pushing hard into me.

"How soon do you think you will come?" he asked.

"Soon, Brian, real soon," I replied, starting to move my ass back and forth on his dick. The only part of me moving was my ass, keeping my head still so my dad wouldn't catch on to what we were doing.

I felt an orgasm coming. I took Brian's hands off my hips and pressed them to my tits. His dick in me, his hands on my tits, twisting my big nipples hard—it was too much. I felt wave after wave hit me, lasting a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I'd ever had. Exhausted, I laid back on Brian, but he wasn't finished with me yet. He kept thrusting his dick into me, his legs going straight out. Brian started shooting his cum into me, filling me up. It felt very warm. I stayed still until he emptied his dick into me. Both of us were spent.

"There's a sign stating there's a place to eat about ten miles up the road. Are you guys hungry?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, Grandpa, I could eat something," Brian said, smiling at me. "What about you, Aunt Jen? Think you could eat something?"

"I'm pretty full, but I think I could eat a hot dog or something," I replied, smiling back at him.

I bent over to pick up my panties that had ended up on the floor mat of the car. As I did, I felt Brian's dick fall out of me. I put my feet through the panty legs and pulled them up, right before pulling them over my pussy. Brian reached over and struck his finger in me again. I gave him a playful slap on his hand, and he took his finger out of me, allowing me to pull my panties up fully. I started buttoning up my dress, and Brian stuck his dick back in his pants and zipped up.

"After we eat, how long of a drive do we have left?" I asked my dad.

"About another hour. Do you think you guys can manage that for another hour?" he asked.

"I know I don't mind," I told him. "If Brian can take it, I can sit on his lap for another two hours. What about you, Brian? Do you mind your aunt sitting on your lap for another hour?"

"Well, the first hour went pretty fast. I imagine the next hour will go as fast or even faster," he replied.

"I thought at least one of you would be complaining by now," my dad said.

"I don't have any complaints. Do you, Brian?" I asked.

"Aunt Jen, I wouldn't complain even if the ride lasted longer," he said, smiling at me.

As we continued on our way, I could feel Brian's cock still hard against me, a constant reminder of the forbidden desire that had sparked between us. I wanted more, and I knew Brian did too. I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. Knowing my dad had taken out his hearing aids after the lunch stop, I knew I could whisper and tease Brian a little more.

I shifted slightly on Brian's lap, reaching down between my legs to stroke his cock. I could feel it throb in my hand, growing even harder as I touched it. Brian let out a soft groan, trying to keep quiet so my dad wouldn't hear.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered into Brian's ear, my voice sultry and low. "You like it when I touch your cock like this?"

Brian nodded, his breath coming faster. I could feel his heart racing against my back. I continued to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. I knew how to touch a man, how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy and keep him there, begging for more.

I leaned back against Brian, grinding my ass against him as I jerked him off. I could feel his cock growing slick with pre-cum, and I used
it to lubricate my hand, making it easier to slide up and down his length.

"God, Aunt Jen, that feels so good," Brian whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I know, baby," I replied, my voice like velvet. "I know what you like. I know what you need."

I could feel Brian's body tensing beneath me, his breath coming in short gasps. I knew he was close to coming, but I didn't want him to just yet. I wanted to draw out his pleasure, to make him beg for release.
I slowed down my strokes, my hand barely moving on his cock. Brian groaned in frustration, his hips bucking against me, trying to fuck my hand.

"Not yet, baby," I murmured. "Not until I say so."

I could feel Brian's cock throbbing in my hand, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. I knew he was right on the edge, and I knew just how to push him over.

I sped up my strokes again, my hand moving faster and faster on his cock. I could feel his balls tightening, his body coiling like a spring ready to release.

"Now, Brian," I whispered. "Come for me now."

With a low groan, Brian did as I commanded, his cock erupting in my hand. I could feel his hot cum shooting out, coating my fingers and dripping onto his lap. I continued to stroke him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body.

As Brian's orgasm subsided, I slowed down my strokes, my hand gently caressing his cock as it softened. I could feel his body relaxing beneath me, his breath returning to normal.

"Wow, Aunt Jen," Brian said, his voice filled with awe. "That was...incredible."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I knew I was good at what I did, and I loved the power it gave me over men.
As we approached Brian's college, I could feel a sense of relief wash over both of us. I climbed off his lap, feeling a little unsteady on my feet after the intense experience we had just shared. My dad and I helped Brian unload his things and get settled into his dorm room. It was a day filled with mixed emotions, but ultimately, it was a memorable journey that brought Brian and me closer together in ways I never could have imagined.

As we said our goodbyes and headed back to the car, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time Brian and I indulged in our forbidden desires. I was already looking forward to the next time I could have his cock in my hand, the next time I could make him beg for release. I was a masterful vixen, a sex addict, and I knew exactly how to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was Brian, in every way possible.

yours, jen