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"Alright, well," I said, "Looks like we'll be heading back. It's been a great weekend, everybody."

To my surprise, just about smiled jovially. Some of the aunts said I was so nice to take care of my absentminded aunt. Aunt Olivia was like "I'm absentminded?" and everybody laughed. No one even got mad that she wanted to rush back to the city for such a ridiculous event - it turns out our big old family still cared about each other more than the petty politics of the moment.

Even my sister smiled and didn't seem mad I was picking Aunt Olivia over her, for the moment. Okay, Cousin Lacey scowled at me and made fun of my redneck truck as we loaded up our luggage. I guess you can't win them all.

But for the most part it was heartwarming. The whole family saw us off as I turned around the truck in front of the farmhouse. I drove us down the gravel driveway and turned out onto the county road. Aunt Olivia was watching something on her phone but I couldn't see the screen and she was listening on headphones. That would be antisocial behavior in a car from some people, but I knew it was just how she was. She missed all of her podcasts over the weekend and insisted on hearing every single word.

For my part I like driving at night so I put on some mellow music and enjoyed the winding country roads, my headlights bouncing off the leafless trees and quiet, cold farms as I drove the hour or so before we'd make it to the interstate. I looked over at my Aunt occasionally, grinning as she looked at her phone. This all felt very right. In her mind we'd had a peaceful weekend with the family in her childhood home, ate Thanksgiving dinner, went shopping, and nothing the least bit perverted. If she only knew. But that was the beauty of Aunt Olivia, she never quite noticed what was really going on.

"So," Aunt Olivia said after taking off her headphones as we got onto the interstate with its wide, straight lanes stretching off into the night, "Did you have a fun weekend, Mark?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, leaning back with just one hand on the wheel now, finding this sort of driving much less demanding. "It was nice to do all the traditional family stuff and to see everybody."

"Especially your sister and cousin Lacey, huh?" she said.

"Yeah," I said, blushing.

"Did you like having sex with Lacey?"

"It was all right," I said, looking with annoyance at an asshole right behind my bumper with his brights on, "I guess I was rough on her but she deserved it."

"Yes, she can push people's buttons," Aunt Olivia said calmly, "What about your sister though? It looked like you almost stayed to try to have sex with her tonight."

I tilted the mirror so the jerk's lights weren't blinding me, but he got even closer. We were about the only cars on the road... I don't know why some people are determined to be so rude.

"Well yeah," I said, "I mean she's my sister. Having sex with Christie would be great. But you needed to get back to the city, so here we go. I'd never leave you hanging, Aunt Olivia."

"Of course you wouldn't, Mark," she said, unzipping my fly with her nimble fingers. "I guess I can delete that spyware I put on your phone to make sure you weren't developing feelings for these sexy ladies half my age, although it was fun to watch the video of you having sex with your cousin. She'll be back for some more of your cock, I suspect. And your sister too."

I looked ahead at the road, grinning as I replayed **** Lacey in my mind, and then Aunt Olivia the night before, with my sister masturbating hornilly as she watched me have sex with my sleeping hand. It was hard not to think sexy thoughts with Aunt Olivia kissing my cockhead the way she was. Slowly her lips tightened around my cock and I entered her mouth. It felt like my brain was turning off, but I was careful to keep my focus up.

"Yeah," I said, "I definitely had a lot of fun this weekend, it's a good thing you didn't realize I had sex with you too last night while you were asleep. That was the best part of the whole weekend."

She moaned in delight as she sucked my cock, deepthroating it as she gave me road head.

"Yes, it's fun to have sex with someone who doesn't even realize what you're doing," Aunt Olivia said, coming up for air. Then she went back to sucking my cock, milking my shaft with her amazing throat.

I looked back with concern to check on the bully behind me, but only saw empty highway now. Hmm, I hadn't noticed him passing me or turning off the highway at all. Oh well, I guess maybe an observant guy like me can miss things here and there, I thought as my Aunt sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down with her lips tight around my shaft. She really was sucking me passionately now, taking me almost all the way in her throat on each thrust, her throat making soft gagging sounds. I'd have to see if I could trick her into some sex when we got back to the condo. I couldn't have her realizing she my sexual plaything, could I?

I groaned in pleasure and shot my hot cum into my aunt's beautiful, unknowing mouth just as we rounded a corner and the bright lights of the city came into view. Yes, I had a wonderful relationship with my aunt. Obliviousness is a wonderful thing.

Well, there. I think that's close to the ending I wanted all along, hopefully it's clear what I was going for there. I'm going to work on another story now. I'd be open to coming back to Aunt Olivia since some things weren't wrapped up. But for now I want to do something new. As always, thanks for reading!