What if Yeji adopted him I

This is the request of my patreon @samuel 

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Hyeonsu parents died in car accident. After becoming orphan he decided in live with her kind aunt Yeji. She had the family of three. She , her daughter Ajeong and her husband Beom seok . 

Today he was going start moving and living together with them.

[Yeji POV]

You never realize how much stuff you've collected in your life until it's moving day.

When our close relative dead, we offered their only nephew to move with us. My husband Beom seok and I were moving into a apartment only a few miles away, with Hyeonsu . 

As we were packing the car, with all of Hyeonsu 's stuff plus our suitcases, we found we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Hyeonsu 's belongings and our suitcases.

My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it.

I finally suggested, "Hyeonsu and I could squeeze back there together."

"For sixteen hours?" Beom seok asked. "You'd end up totally on each other's nerves."

"Well, we'll likely have to take more rest stops this way," I shrugged.

"With your teacup-sized bladder, we'll need to do that regardless," Beom seok quipped, always annoyed by how often I needed pit stops. He was a put-the-pedal-to-the-metal-and-keep-it-there kind of guy, while my bladder was the kind of traveler that always insisted on stopping to smell the roses. I turned to Hyeonsu , who was slim like I was, "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old aunt?"

"Only if I have to," my nephew, agreed grudgingly. He felt resistant, but he realized the only alternative would be to leave some of his stuff behind, which wouldn't be acceptable at all.

"Be careful with that attitude, young man," I shot back playfully. "You're going to be stuck next to me for sixteen hours, so you're probably better off if I'm in a good mood."

I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible.

We all did one more pee check, which I of course made use of, then Hyeonsu and I squeezed next to each other into the cozy spot big enough for one.

Beom seok asked, with sarcasm just like his nephew's, "Comfy cozy?"

With Hyeonsu 's right elbow poking into my breast, I quipped, "Like a cow in a Pullman car."

"Moo," Hyeonsu added, shifting a bit more, resulting in even more pressure on my left breast, since on the other side I was crammed up against a pile of boxes that was stacked to the roof.

We were just out of the city half an hour later, when I objected, "This isn't working."

"You don't enjoy being crowded together like a sardine?" Hyeonsu asked, as he set aside the book he was reading on his iPad, like I too was attempting, my Kindle app the only app really worth owning.

"Not particularly," I agreed, as I wriggled around ineffectively before suggesting, "Maybe I could just sit on your lap for a while."

"Okay," my nephew nodded, agreeing with me for a change.

I climbed onto his lap and sighed, "Now that is much better."

"Agreed," Hyeonsu said.

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" I asked. At thirty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, with a firm ass and tight legs. Selling real estate, I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So normally I dressed in professional but sexy business suits, or stylish dresses with nylons and four-inch heels. My 38d natural breasts were always showcased, as I counted on them to help me close more deals than the actual real estate I was selling.

"No, you're fine," he answered, shifting slightly.

As Beom seok continued driving, I soon noticed two things:

1. Wearing a short, skimpy dress had been a bad idea, as I was now sitting on my nephew's lap, my skirt not quite covering my butt, and a narrow thong the only barrier between my vagina and my nephew.

2. My nephew's penis was hard and I could feel it pulsing directly under my vagina.

My nephew, who was rather cute in his primary school was packing a huge dick despite his small age. My nephew had a dick better then man.

Yet now, as we drove along a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my nephew had indeed had a hard dick, as I could feel his erect manhood directly beneath me.

With each bump his hardness rubbed against my vagina, and even though I tried to control myself, it was getting me wet. I considered adjusting where I was sitting, but was worried it would embarrass him if I let on that I could feel his erection. So instead, I tried to control my bouncing by pressing my hands down on the seatback in front of me.

Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my nephew's erection, thankfully trapped behind his shorts, kept rubbing against my very wet woman parts and driving me crazy.

Finally the road smoothed and now his dick was just resting quietly, but it was still hard and I could still feel it prominently, directly underneath my opening. I knew I should move, even an inch or two sideways would probably help, yet I still felt obligated to remain frozen in place. Partly because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved, but also partly, undeniably, because the position I was sitting in right now felt so damn good.

For twenty minutes my vagina rested on his erection, which never shrank, while chatting with my husband as much as possible to distract myself from the awkward situation I was in.

Finally I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

Just as Beom seok was slowing down, I felt the insistent flinching of Hyeonsu 's penis. It flinched three times, each time pressing itself up ever so slightly but still noticeably against my labia.

I moaned, unintentionally.

Beom seok asked, "You okay, Yeji?"

"I just need to stretch for a bit," I answered, my face burning red at getting aroused from sitting on my nephew.

"I could grab a drink," my husband nodded, as he pulled into the stop.

"Me too," I agreed, feeling a bit dehydrated.

Once we rolled to a stop I joked to Hyeonsu , "I imagine you're dying for a break, too."

"No, I've been enjoying the ride," my nephew answered without implying any sort of sexual innuendo. Truth be told, except for my frustration and guilt, part of me had been enjoying the ride too, but if I dared to mention it, there would be a definite sexual charge to my words, so I remained silent.

My face, which was already quite flushed, went a shade darker as I opened the door and climbed out. I'm not sure if my face could get any redder than it already was, but as my nephew climbed out and stood up, two things were apparent:

1. His erection was poking out against his shorts.

2. The shorts had a prominent wet spot that undoubtedly had come from me.

I turned away and headed for the washroom, mortified that my fluids had soaked into my nephew's shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn't believe how wet they were.

Now I should note I've always gotten wet easily, and I was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom satisfy... thus I had a variety of sex toys on hand to finish the job he usually couldn't complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple of vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy I could wear while I was away from the bedroom, which was currently in my purse, and my newest acquisition, a massage vibe... which was literally orgasmic.

Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half-hour-plus of Hyeonsu 's unintentional teasing had me already revved up, and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.

Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my nephew's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off.

Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough to hide the scent of my own cum.

Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my nephew's lap. I figured that instead, we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips from a vending machine and headed back to the car.

Fuck, I thought as I left the shaded area of the rest stop and the summer sun pounded into me. It was a fucking sauna out here. I wanted to get a change of panties from my suitcase, but decided not to: how would I be able to explain that? 'Oh, I just feel like a change' would sound really stupid and inevitably lead to further questions. No thanks.

My husband and nephew were leaning against the car chatting when I walked up to them.

"So, less than fourteen hours left," Beom seok quipped, with a playful smile. "Piece of cake."

Hyeonsu replied, "I don't know about the cake, I think it's going to be a tight ride."

I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.

I joked, realizing only after the words had left my mouth that they only added to the innuendo if he was implying one, "Yes, it will likely result in some unavoidable aunt and nephew bonding."

"Well, it's you two back there for the whole drive," my husband added. "No way can I fit back there with anybody."

That was true. My husband was a big man, and there was no way my nephew or I would be able to fit either side by side with him or on his lap.

Nope, I still had just under fourteen hours to spend with my nephew in the backseat. The next stretch without any underwear.

Fuck.

My nephew climbed back into the car first and patted his lap.

I'd intended to get in first and suggested, "Shouldn't we try side by side again?"

"It's okay, Aunt ," he said, patting his lap once again.

"You sure?" I asked, knowing it could get awkward without my wearing any panties and my pussy still damp... the aftermath dribble of a strong orgasm.

"Side by side will be too tight," he replied. "We already learned that the hard way."

"But I'll crush your legs," I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again... having enjoyed it too much the first time.

He shrugged dismissively, "Oh Aunt , you're not heavy at all."

"You sure?" I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the shading of a pussy juice stain on his shorts, as well as the clear outline of his cock... which at least no longer looked to be completely erect.

"Aunt , it's not hard at all," he answered, now repeating the word 'hard' .

The naughty side of me wanted to respond, 'but it likely will be hard quite soon', but the good aunt in me responded, "If you're sure I won't smother you?"

He shrugged, "I can handle whatever you give me."

So I sat back down on his lap, his words again possibly dripping with innuendo, this time adjusting myself sideways to sit more onto his leg to avoid his crotch.

For half an hour I sat precariously but virtuously in that spot as we continued driving. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he informed me, not asking for my opinion, while he lifted me up slightly, "Aunt , we need to change positions."

When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly seated on his cock, which was again stiff and prominent. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy once again responded to its pressure. (I realize that the last time I was sitting in this position I was calling it a penis, but anything that could get me this horny was no clinical penis, it was a damn cock.)

For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock flinching periodically, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Beom seok asked, "Comfortable back there?"

My nephew replied, "It's tight, but good."

I gasped because while he was saying that, I felt three distinct movements of his cock.

"You okay, Yeji?" Beom seok asked, as I felt some wetness leaking out of me.

"I'm good," I responded. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I'd deposited even more wetness on my nephew's crotch, and if I moved it would be clearly noticeable. The ability to enjoy wet multiple orgasms had always been a great joy to me, but right now it was my kryptonite.

"Next stop is almost an hour away," Beom seok informed his passengers courteously.

"No worries," I responded, trying to be causal.

Hyeonsu added, "Yeah, although it's getting hot back here."

"The air is on full," Beom seok informed him, and indeed I wasn't overly hot, except down below. This time Hyeonsu 's words were definitely filled with double meaning. 

My nephew was flirting with me!!!

"I think it's Aunt 's body resting on mine that's making me so hot," Hyeonsu said, as he again flexed his cock directly against my pussy... his intent now perfectly clear. His words also had two very different meanings, one for his Uncle and quite a different one for me.

After another minute, Hyeonsu asked, "Uncle, can you turn the radio up?"

"If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I can barely hear you now," Beom seok objected.

"That's okay," Hyeonsu reassured him, "we'll just let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes."

"It's the eye of the tiger," my husband began singing as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.

Hyeonsu was doing something with his phone. Suddenly my phone rang out, announcing a text message.

It was in my purse, which was on the floor, so I reached down, and in doing so I ground my pussy into my nephew's very hard cock. I couldn't deny it... I was incredibly aroused.

I snagged my phone and leaned back up again, unable not to grind my very wet pussy against him again, and I saw the text was from my nephew.

Perplexed, I clicked on it.

Why are you not wearing panties?

I gasped again. Although this time the music was too loud for my husband to hear me.

I didn't know what to say.

A second message followed.

And why are you so wet?

I still didn't know what to say.

I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously I should stop this inappropriate texting in its tracks. Yet I was incredibly horny, so I wasn't thinking like a Aunt or a wife, but like a horny woman.

As I stared at my phone, shocked by my nephew's brazen words yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Hyeonsu 's hands grasping my hips, lifting me up.

I leaned up slightly against the driver's seat, bumping my husband.

Beom seok glanced back so I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was turned to mush, "Sorry, just changing positions."

"I'm sorry about this situation," he apologized.

"It is what it is," I replied, not blaming him, as I felt my nephew's hands on my hips as he lowered me back down onto his lap and... and right onto his hard cock!

I yelped in surprise and Beom seok asked as he turned down the radio, "You okay?"

"Yes, I just got poked by something in a box," I responded weakly, unable not to say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my nephew's cock, which I now had excellent reanephew to know was bigger than my husband's, was buried deep inside me, his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place.

"Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam's 'Summer of 69', began.

I just sat there; still in complete shock that my nephew's cock was buried deep inside me, anchoring me in place.

I just sat there; the urge to start riding my nephew's cock growing with every second it remained inside me.

I just sat there; wondering what my astonishing nephew was going to do next.

I just sat there; secretly wishing Hyeonsu would take even more control.

I just sat there; worried that if my nephew did take control, I would be unable to conceal the obvious reality that we were committing incest just inches away from my husband.

I just sat there and... judge me if you must... enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road giving me fresh pleasure as Hyeonsu 's cock surged up inside me. I had to use all my will power not to moan, not to alert my husband to the incestuous adultery I was committing and I couldn't deny, committing willingly.

Yet, I was frustrated that my nephew, who had been so brazen as to slide his cock into me, was now just sitting there reading his Kindle, as if his cock weren't buried deep in his mother's box.

I just sat there for over half an hour, doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.

I had to use all my willpower not to just give in to my insatiable hunger and begin bouncing wildly up and down on my nephew's cock.

I had to use all my willpower not to moan in response to every bump on the highway, especially when Beom seok occasionally drove across some rumble strips, making my body tremble and my pussy quake.

I had to use all my willpower not to grind my pussy on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a quiescent cock nestled inside me but not doing a damn fucking thing driving me nuts!

Beom seok startled me, since my head was miles away, when he announced, "Twelve miles to the next stop."

This seemed to prompt my nephew finally to take control. He began slowly lifting me up and down on his cock.

I clamped my lips together to make sure I wouldn't moan as a mixture of emotions swirled through me.

Excitement, because my nephew was finally taking control.

Humiliation, because I was excited he was taking control.

Pleasure, because the slow fucking was now coursing through every fibre of my being.

Frustration, because he wasn't fucking me hard like I liked it, although I knew there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt, because I was allowing my nephew to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock had been only motionlessly lodged inside me I hadn't been allowing him to fuck me. I had simply been allowing him to penetrate me. I know that's a pitiful technicality, but it had been all I had left to grasp onto... and now it was gone.

But then my nephew let go of my hips, handing the decision over to me.

This was my chance to put a halt to this. To lift up my body and eject his cock from my very wet pussy. To take parental control of this bizarre situation.

And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my nephew had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn't my nephew forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn't do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Aunty.

Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing... innocent even... term for being a aunty... and I was a quivering, needy mess.

I couldn't deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals!

I loved him too. No question.

And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.

I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!

How could something wrong feel so right?

I was making my nephew happy, which is the goal of every mother... of every Aunt my.

I struggled to control my trembling hands so I could text him too.

I love you too, nephew.

Another text.

I'm going to come in you Aunty.

Another text:

Just ride me a teeny bit faster Aunty.

Another text:

Please, Aunty!

I wanted to make my nephew happy.

I wanted to get him off.

I wanted to feel his cum shooting inside my pussy.

So...

I began riding him faster, cautiously grabbing the back of my husband's seat for support.

I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and performed my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my pussy muscles around his stiff dick.

And just like it always worked for my husband, it now worked for my nephew... like father, like nephew... as I felt his cum filling my cunt.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was resting on the side of the seatback just inches from my husband's left ear.

"You okay?" Beom seok asked again.

"I just really need to pee," I replied, desperately grabbing any old excuse as my nephew continued spewing inside me and I continued milking him for all I could get.

"A couple more minutes," he promised.

"Okay," I replied, leaning up, then adding the double entendre, "much longer and I may explode."

"I'm doing the best I can," he said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee... I have to pee.

My nephew began bucking his ass up, really fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, "Oh, God."

"There's a truck stop in two miles," Beom seok said, pointing out a sign.

"So close," I replied, again a double meaning, now completely unable to hide my desperation to come, grateful he was misinterpreting what my urgency was about, as I desperately tried to come at least without screaming, and before we reached the truck stop.

Hyeonsu kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or hard enough to make slapping sounds, but actively enough to build my orgasm.

I could feel the tide rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one-mile sign.

Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have this orgasm, my very life depended on this orgasm! I leaned away from my husband, leaned back against my nephew's chest and rode his cock like a crazy woman as I moved my hand to my clit and started strumming.

I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the wet sounds of sex right behind him as I bounced on Hyeonsu 's cock, desperate to orgasm.

I could see the truck stop and a restaurant in the near distance, fast approaching even as I was doing the same, and I closed my eyes and rode and rode and rubbed... and rubbed and finally erupted.

"God," I moaned loudly, allowing the word out, certain that my husband would still think I was desperate to pee, not knowing that immediately behind him I was unable to restrain my vocalisations not because of hydraulic pressure, but because my orgasm was hitting me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and flooding onto my nephew's cock and lap. Again I grabbed the driver's seat and pulled myself up, my nephew's cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.

Thankfully thoughts of incestuous sex never occurred to him. Why would it? I was in the backseat with my nephew as Beom seok reassured me, clearly concerned only about my bladder, "Thirty seconds, honey."

"Okay, thanks," I replied weakly, as my now unstoppable orgasm continued ripping through me like a tornado.

I could feel my nephew fumbling underneath me, likely putting away his cock, which I realized I still hadn't seen.

I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I'd ever experienced. Partly because my nephew's cock was bigger than my husband's; partly because of the taboo fact I had just fucked my nephew; and partly because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my nephew in a car with my husband mere inches away.

When he pulled in and brought the car to a stop, my orgasm still wasn't complete. Yet I had to appear urgent, desperate even, like I could pee myself at any aunt, so I slammed open the door, cum running down my legs, and jumped out of the car, glancing back as I began running to see my nephew grinning at me, his package safe and sound in his shorts... although a very clear wet patch providing visible evidence of our wrongdoing should CSI show up to investigate.

I scurried through a rustic restaurant and into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion and incestuous act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.

I... had... just... had... sex... with... my... nephew!

In... our... car!

With... my... apparently oblivious husband... inches... away!

Oh... my... God!

I... am... the... worst... mother... ever!

But worse yet?

It had been fucking amazing!

I may have been a bad aunty, but I was a very good slut!

I got to the washroom, and for the second time today I wiped cum off my legs. This time the cum wasn't just mine.

What had come over me?

Why had I let my nephew do that to me?

I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing had prevented me from pushing him out of me. Nothing except my own willingness to fuck him.

Fuck!

Then he texted me:

That was amazing, Aunty.

Fuck!

I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, finally responding to him as a mother:

That can't happen again!!!

He didn't respond.

So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again:

I'm serious!

He again ignored the text.

I calmed down at least physically, and realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after my workout.

I left the washroom and saw my husband and nephew chatting as they waited for me at a booth.

We ate lunch, and although I was anxiety-riddled the entire time, my nephew had a poker face as he gave away no sign of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had guilt written all over my face.

Twice Beom seok asked if I was okay.

I just feigned hunger and exhaustion from needing to hold my pee for so long.

After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.

Beom seok had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.

Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.

Now what? How could I sit on Hyeonsu 's lap again?

Yet, I couldn't say anything; there was literally no alternative.

So, I sat. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretching my legs between the two front seats. My pussy was out of range in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.

And for an hour it worked. Hyeonsu read the new book and I read. Interestingly, Hyeonsu and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author.

Suddenly my nephew's hand was resting on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show him a fair amount of leg.

His hand didn't move up my leg, it just rested there as a constant tease... a constant reminder.

He did move his hand away to flip a page every couple of minutes, although he didn't replace it any higher when he returned it.

He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn't have fazed me at all a few hours ago.

"How you guys doing back there?" Beom seok asked a few minutes later.

"My bum is numb," I joked, although it was the truth.

"There's a scenic stop in three miles," he said, "let's pull over and take a little hike."

"Sounds good," I said.

"Yeah, I could use a stretch," Hyeonsu agreed, looking at my face almost for the first time during the entire drive.

I quickly looked away, like I was in seventh grade and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a love note I'd just passed him.

What had come over me?

Even though I had told him it couldn't happen again.

Even though he seemed to be respecting my decision.

I now felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me... I felt like I was fifteen again.

I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

Once we'd stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked pussy again touched down briefly on Hyeonsu 's cock, which was again hard.

My first thought was, How long has he been hard?

My second thought was, Why is it hard?

My third thought was, How many times can he get it up?

My fourth thought was, What the hell is wrong with me?

I opened the door and got out.

I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air... even if it was still fucking hot and muggy.

Beom seok asked, "So do you guys want to go for a hike?"

"How long?" I asked.

He walked over to a map on display and reported, "There are two trails from here. One is a mile long; the other, three."

"A mile, sure; three in this heat, no way," I answered.

Hyeonsu offered , "I need to take a lengthy washroom break, wash off some of this sweat, why don't you two go off alone?"

"Sure," Beom seok said, taking my hand.

We began walking and I couldn't help but glance back at my nephew to see if he was watching us... and he wasn't. Oddly, that made me feel unloved, which was of course ludicrous.

As we were walking along the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion even if he didn't know about it, by doing something for him.

Ten minutes or so into the hike I saw a small side path and invited him, "Follow me."

He objected, "I don't think this is part of the trail."

"I certainly hope not," I said in authority tone, trying to look sexy and with improper intent.

A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn't be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock. I'd considered letting him fuck me, but I didn't want him to see I wasn't wearing any panties.

He gasped, "Yeji, really? Here?"

"You always say you want me to take charge," I quipped, although if he knew how fucked I'd already been today he would likely keel over. 

Before he could say a single word I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock... always have. I was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, figuring it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and even enjoyed the unique taste and texture of cum. Of course I ended up not saving my virginity after all, getting fucked by an upperclassman at the first college party I went to.

"Oh shit," Beom seok groaned, "what's gotten into you, Yeji?"

The answer to that question was 'your nephew,' but that didn't seem like a prudent response.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Don't say anything and let me suck a dick?"

"Yes, please," he laughed nervously.

"Plus I'm hungry, and your cum can provide a lot of healthy nutrients for a girl's body," I quipped, taking his organic whole-grain-fed cock back in my mouth.

"And it's good for your complexion, too," he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman's skin.

" Did I allow you to talk?"

"No mam"

While I'd rather swallow a load than take it on my face, since I was rather submissive I always just allowed Beom seok to shoot his load wherever he chose but problem is that he rarely take charge.

I protested, for the first time since my first-ever facial, "Don't you dare. Not here."

"Yes..he said meekly"

I thought to myself, If you were as assertive as your nephew I would have let me give you a throat fuck and cum in my mouth. Yet I kept bobbing, feeling exhilarated to be doing it in such a public place.

"I won't last long," he moaned, as I sucked his cock hungrily.

I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum... in my mouth thank God... although he pulled out partway through and rocketed a small amount onto my face.

I gasped, "Really?"

"Sorry..I couldn't resist," he apolized.

I milked the last remnants of his cum from his cock before standing up and kissing him hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. He didn't appear to mind which surprised me slightly.

When the kiss ended, he said, "Well, that was unexpected."

"I was hungry," I shrugged.

We returned to the marked trail and resumed the hike, hand in hand.

I don't know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the starting point, and Beom seok whispered to me, "You should probably go to the washroom before we head out."

"Asshole," I said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.

I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.

My nephew and husband were leaning against the car, chatting. I wondered how weird it would be if they were chatting about sex.

I joined them and asked, "Ready to go?"

"Sure," Hyeonsu said, before adding, "ready to endure sitting on my lap for a couple more hours?"

"Ready to have your aunty squishing you for a couple more hours?" I countered.

"It's been a tight squeeze, all right," he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.

I laughed, trying to act casual, worrying that my husband might somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and nephew, "Yes, it's like a hot box back there."

Hyeonsu laughed, "Yes, it's a sure-fire weight loss program."

Beom seok apologized to us both, "I'm sorry we didn't plan this better."

Hyeonsu joked, repeating an earlier statement I'd made, "It's enabled some special aunt and nephew bonding."

"Well, get ready to bond some more then," Beom seok said, "It'll be a good two or three hours until our late supper stop."

I couldn't help but laugh, but also to feel mortified at the sordid bonding activities my husband was tacitly approving, especially when my eyes wandered to my nephew, who was gazing hungrily at me with a big smile on his face.

We were back in the car, I was back on Hyeonsu 's lap, this time perched on his right leg, leaning against the boxes.

Like the last time, he just read and ignored me for the first hour. We could have talked about anything with each other since Beom seok had the radio blaring again, but we didn't.

But as I began to fidget, again feeling antsy, he asked, "Uncomfortable?"

I nodded.

He nodded, "Me too," and promptly pulled his cock out of his shorts. "There, that's a lot better."

I stared at his semi-erect cock.

This was the first time I'd seen it since he was a little boy.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He pointed to my pussy.

I looked back at him, confused.

He moved his hand onto my leg and reached under my dress, going directly to my wet, naked pussy.

I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.

I just sat on his knee allowing my nephew to finger my pussy... which he did for a good five minutes... getting me all hot and riled. I was back in the zone again, and I knew I'd do whatever he wanted of me short of outing ourselves to his father.

He then pulled his finger out and stuck it directly in his mouth.

"Delicious," he said, loud enough that my husband heard him.

"What's delicious?" Beom seok asked.

"The snack Aunt just shared with me," Hyeonsu replied brazenly.

"Is there any left?" Beom seok asked.

"No, sorry, I ate it all," Hyeonsu responded, as I remained silent, motionless and feeling I should be ashamed, but wasn't.

"I could use a snack," my oblivious husband commented, continuing our surreal conversation.

"Me too," I added, staring at my nephew's cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.

"Maybe at the next stop," Hyeonsu suggested.

"I'm definitely stopping soon," Beom seok said. "I could use a bathroom break anyway."

"God, it's hot back here," Hyeonsu complained, taking his shirt off, showcasing his rock-hard abs... an attraction my husband had lost years ago.

He then took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock.

I should have resisted, but his magnetic pull was too much, and I didn't hesitate at all.

I took his tool in my hand and stroked it, knowing that although by now it had gotten dark, my husband could still stare at me in the rear-view mirror anytime he wished... although he would only see my hungry face.

I wished I could suck my nephew's beautiful, slightly-curved cock, but that was literally impossible within the confined space.

By this time I had fully accepted, as I stroked and stared at Hyeonsu 's majestic cock, that I was willing to allow my nephew to fuck me again.

I wanted that cock inside me. I needed it.

I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Beom seok announced unexpectedly, "Pulling over."

His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality where I was stroking my nephew's cock and about to willingly ride him.

I released Hyeonsu 's cock and to my surprise he didn't put it away as we rolled to a stop at a small-town gas station.

Beom seok told us, "Five-minute stop," as he exited the car.

"Two-minute snack," Hyeonsu said, opening the door, getting out and ordering, "Suck me, Aunty."

I gasped. I wanted to suck him but I couldn't believe he wanted me to do it here, even though Beom seok had conveniently parked us in a secluded spot and the unlit parking lot was almost totally dark.

"Hurry up, Aunty," he ordered, "we only have time for an appetizer."

I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, "Keep watch for your uncle."

"Yes, Aunty," he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.

I bobbed quickly, remembering that the high school boys when I was young had been quick shooters.

I would have preferred to savour sucking his cock, I loved worshipping a cock, but time was of the essence. So I bobbed furiously up and down, enjoying the groans emerging from my nephew's mouth.

"I'm close, Aunty," he warned, and I bobbed even faster, making it clear he had permission to cum in his Aunty's mouth.

Then suddenly he whispered to me, "Uncle ! Uncle ! Uncle !"

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