Some Call It Taboo {closed}

Knowing our time is not over quite yet when you reach for me, I sit on your stomach allowing what juices I have left to ease slowly onto you belly. I lean down to lick your left nipple and then your right and then pinch both of them hard between my fingertips, wanting to make you scream.
 
My teeth on edge as I snarl playfully at you. Left hand reaches and SLAPS your ass.
Thinking to myself...you'll have to try harder than that dear Auntie

My hands in your hair as you slide down and take my cock in your mouth. Feeling your lips, your tongue, your teeth.....mmmmmm
Trying to even out my breathing as you take me deep in your throat.
Suddenly....what the???.......Holy fuck you've entered my ass with a finger!!
I squirm, I writhe, I thrash on the bed. Biting my bottom lip..not giving you the satisfaction of making me say the safe-word...not letting myself go to that place.
Looking at you seeing the laugh in your eyes that my cock doesn’t let you release.
But...Sweet Jesus!!!
It is getting so much harder to maintain any ounce of control.
 
As you squirm on the bed I know I have found gold. I continue to suck on your cock, loving the taste of you, but sliding my index finger slowly in and out of your ass, gaining speed, stretching you, letting the pleasure of this new sensation wash over you as you know it did to me. I circle your rim with my fingernail, stretching you just a bit farther and then plunge two fingers in. If I can take your whole thick cock in my ass.... surely you can handle my two slim fingers.

As you gasp and grip my head forcing my mouth down onto your cock more, I meet your eyes and wink at you.
 
Fuck! Your brazen assault on my asshole has me on the verge of cumming already. I was already spent from the hours of fucking tonight. Now.....I am......totally wired and about to EXPLODE!!!!!!!
Filling your throat...feeling your fingers work faster, harder, deeper!!!!!!!

"Rubber duckie!!!!!!!!!! Rubber duckie!!!!!!!!"
 
I slide your cock out of my mouth and laugh. My fingers gently leave your ass as I straddle your rock hard cock and slide it into my sopping cunt. I don't have to rock long before you explode inside of me, filling me with your seed.

I clench around your cock, milking it, as my own orgasm causes me to collapse on your chest.

After a few moments of spent exhaustion, I raise my head and look into your eyes. I still don't want to speak even though you have cried out the safe-word. I gaze longlingly and you eyes and whisper with my mind... hoping you understand....
 
Feeling myself totally exhausted and spent for the first time in my life. Totally sated for the first time this weekend.
I let you finish your pleasure and pull you into my arms.
Kissing you slow and sensually.
 
I hear the rumblings of Mrs. Miller downstairs and realize with the exception of our short nap, we have been awake for 24 hours... and fucking nearly the entire time.

"We should go down to breakfast," I softly say against your chest, my left hand still slowly running through your chest hairs. I don't want this moment, this weekend, to end and yet we both know that reality is calling today.
 
Gently shifting you off me.
"How 'bout you go see if we can have breakfast up here. She may not mind."
 
I get up languidly, my legs barely working after our intensive "work-out sessions" all weekend long. I slip on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and as I slip out the door, I blow you a kiss.

I walk downstairs to the dining area and am warmly greeted by Mrs. Miller. I ask her if we can have our breakfast brought upstairs as I say we are both too lazy to come down.

She smiles and agrees. "Is everything ok dear?" She looks at my wistful face.

I smile again at her and say, "Yes, why do you ask?"

"I didn't hear anything last night from your room." She blushes slightly. "Well, not like I did the night before. Antonio, the manager at The Plump Tomato, said that you two are honeymooners... why didn't you tell me? I have a special rate for newlyweds dearie."

I sighed heavily and the emotions coursed through me. The love I feel for you and yet the shame has somehow caught up to me as well, with the coming of the dawn. I realize that though I love you deeply, you can never be truly mine.

"It was a misunderstanding, Mrs. Miller. We aren't truly married, but just very much in love." Total truth. I wasn't saying anything that wasn't in my heart. "This is our first weekend away together and most everyone assumed we were newlyweds."

"Then why such the sad face? I hope you enjoyed your time here with us."

"Oh yes... yes we did. Thank you! This little town has become very special to us and we will never forget your hospitality." I took a deep breath and finished. "We just have to get back to reality today and I guess I'm just feeling a loss.... the perfect dream has ended."

"Now, now deary. You're talking like you two won't ever see each other again. It's obvious to me that you two were in love the moment you walked through my door. It will work itself out. Now go on up and give that man of yours some more kissin'. I'll be up shortly with your breakfast and I'll knock loudly." She winked and gave me a quick hug before I walked back up the stairs.
 
I see you come back to the room with no breakfast. Concern etches my face as you fall into my arms and begin to cry.
I hold you tight, not knowing what to say or do. Letting you have your moment. Knowing you will explain yourself when you can.
 
Seeing your face as I walk back into the room puts my emotions on overload. You are so handsome. You are kind and generous and you make my heart sing and my soul come alive. The tears just start to flow as I run into your arms. I just need you to hold me. I want to be like this forever with you, but know that we can't. I know that when we get in the car today and head for home our fantasy life is over. No more pretending we are newlyweds. No more watching the sunrise together. No more having your warm embrace around me. No more passion. Suddenly the guilt of my seduction consumes me and I run to the bathroom to empty what little I have in my stomach.

There is a knock at the door and you aren't sure what to do, but slip on a pair of shorts and find Mrs. Miller with two breakfast trays. Her smile is cheery and bright and then she notices your concerned face. She hears me retching in the bathroom and whispers, "I knew she looked pale when she came downstairs. Dry toast is what she needs. How far along is she?"
 
I hold you as close as I can possibly get you while you weep on my shoulder. Suddenly you get up and run to the bathroom. I hear you purging in the toilet.
I pull on my walking shorts and go to stand with you, my hand on your back.
I hear Mrs. Miller knocking at the door. I go to open it and she brings in our breakfast, laying it on the nightstand.
She hears you purging yourself and her words stop me in my tracks.
I chuckle and tell her, "O no. It's not that. It must be something she ate yesterday." I turn back to the bathroom to hide my red face at my unintentional Freudian Slip.
I compose myself and usher Mrs. Miller towards the door. I close it as she worriedly looks back.
I sit on the bed and wait for you to come out of the bathroom
 
I walk out of the bathroom holding a small towel to my lips. "I'm sorry, Quinn."

You ask if I want to talk about it and I shake my head. "Maybe on the way home."

I walk over to the breakfast trays and despite the acidic taste still in my mouth, I find my mouth watering at the delicious smells. "Let's eat, young man. You must be totally starving!"

I smile at you as I bring one tray over on the bed and start to dig in.
 
Young man? Young man?? After the hours of passion we have shared she calls me "Young man"?

I brush it off and pick up my plate of eggs and ham. The taste makes me moan. "Mrs. Miller is an amazing cook." "We'll have to come back some day." I immediately realize my blunder and take a bite of toast, a bigger bite than necessary.
I finish my breakfast in silence. I get up and chug the glass of orange juice.
I begin to pick up my things and stuff them in my duffel bag, suddenly too self-conscious to meet your gaze.
 
You are visibly annoyed with me but there is nothing I can do or say to make this moment any easier. We both knew it was coming.

I put the empty plates back on the table and begin to pack my own things in my small suitcase. I pick up the torn dress and the torn thong and recall that glorious moment when passion consumed us totally.

I must be strong. I am the older one. I am the more responsible one. I need to end this. It is wrong and I can't be in love with my own nephew. I know that in a few more weeks you will go back to State College and that within a month you will find a girl your age... perhaps fall in love... get married... have babies. I wipe away the tears in my eyes at the thought of everything you will have... without me.
 
Each doing our own thing to make sure the room is as tidy as we can get it.
Moving in silence, lost in our own thoughts, our own memories of this weekend.
My thoughts are a jumble of what is, what will be, what could be.
I take your bag and go out to the car.
I walk back in and pay Mrs. Miller as you are coming down the stairs. My eyes burn into you. God damn it shes gorgeous!
"Thank-you so much for a lovely weekend Mrs. Miller. Our memories of this place, of this town and the people we have met will make us smile for a long time to come."
We settle the bill and I walk out the door to wait for you in the car.
 
Mrs. Miller pats your cheek at your words and says "Take care of that girl, young man." She lowers her voice and says in a stage whisper, "I think she's a keeper." I blush and you chuckle, reassuring her.

You head out to the car, but Mrs. Miller calls out to me to stop. She has something for us. I turn back around and follow her down the hallway. She takes me into an office and hands me a very thin package wrapped in brown paper. "I bet you didn't know that I'm the mayor this little town." I shook my head. "All the business in town... well, when we see special folks like you and Quinn, we kinda like to take them in... so to speak. Make them feel special and yes, even before you say anything, I know we did our job." She continued on as she looked at me in the eyes. "But sometimes, we townsfolk see something in other people... visitors... that they don't see themselves. And so, we came up with a plan to fix that." She tapped on the package. "But you have to promise me that you won't open it until you get home."

I nod and give her a tight hug. "Thank you," I whisper as the tears start to pool in my eyes again. I walk out of the door of the B&B and open up the passenger door, surprised to see you behind the wheel of my car.
 
I walk out to the car while you say your good-byes to Mrs. Miller. The sweet old woman has won a place in both our hearts.
I start to get in the passengers seat, but then I realize I have never driven this gorgeous, black 1971 Mustang of yours. I hope you won't mind.
I see you come out the front door, giving Mrs. Miller a last hug. I blow her a kiss and give her a wink, hearing her give a girlish giggle and her cheeks flushing. She shakes her head and walks back inside, watching us through the pane of glass in the front door.
You stop and look at me behind the drivers seat. You give me an annoyed look but then smile and go 'round to the passenger side. As you slip into the seat I catch a full view of your gorgeous legs. Reminding me of the similar view I got when you picked me up Friday at 5pm.
I start the car and pull out into traffic.
We drive in silence for quite awhile. I notice the small package you're holding. "What's that?" I ask.
 
I think over Mrs. Miller's words as you drive home and I wonder what on earth could be in the package. And why would I wait until I got home to open it? You see me fumbling with the corner of the paper and ask what it is.

"Just a memento of the B&B Mrs. Miller said. Probably a small picture book of the town." You ask me to open it up and have a look, but I say, "No... not right now. I'll look at it when I get home." I turn around in the seat and slip the package into the side pocket of my suitcase. I am not sure why I didn't share with you the story that Mrs. Miller told me. Somehow, I got the feeling, that the package was really just for me anyway... not the two of us. It was a sensation I couldn't even explain to myself and didn't want to try to explain it to you.

We continue to drive along in silence, each with their own precious memories of the weekend, still not wanting reality to invade.
 
I am very intrigued by the package but decide to let it go.
I enjoy the scenic drive as we travel in silence.
My mind wanders to you, to your gorgeous body, your voice moaning in my mind.
I squirm trying to relieve the discomfort of my semi-erection. Cursing my endowment. Then smiling to myself, looking out the driver-side window so you can't see.
 
I've always loved this drive. The trees are so green and full of life. It's so much better in the autumn though with all the vibrant fall colors. Perhaps we could come back here in the fall... and then I shake my head to myself. We can't ever bring back the magic that was this weekend. An aunt and her nephew, seducing each other with a passion beyond measure. No one was supposed to fall in love though.

I feel the car swerve a tiny bit and see you shifting in the seat. "Is my seat uncomfortable for you, Quinn? I could drive. This side is much more comfortable." The words came out stronger and more curt than they should have.
 
Recalling the highlights of this amazing weekend. I hear you speak.
"Are you annoyed that I am driving your car Aunt Jewel? Should I have asked permission first?"
I am immediately mentally kicking myself for the edge to my voice.
 
"No, Quinn. It's fine." I blow out a sigh and wonder how on earth we got into this pickle. Oh yes... lust... a wonderful thing in its own right, but a dangerous thing when mixed with blood. Hearing you call me 'Aunt Jewel' brings everything to the forefront again of why we can never be together. You will always think of me as your aunt, and not the woman you so passionately made love to this weekend.
 
"Fine then!"
Jesus, this tension between us, passionate tension...always simmering below the surface.
The erection in my pants is bugging the Hell outta me. Fuck it, you've seen it many times this weekend. I open my pants and whip it out. Stroking it in my right hand as my left hand steers the car. Slowing only slightly so I can concentrate better on my one-handed driving.
 
You snap back at me and I jump at the tone. Gods, what have I done?

As you undo your pants and bring out your erect cock, I cannot help but to salivate and stare. Gods, it's magnificent. I look to your face briefly. You are magnificent. "Quinn, put that thing away!" I try to be stern and yet am shocked at the words that flew out of my mouth.
 
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