Young Nephew - Sex Stories

Young Nephew

... and very brief, and given her fleshy hips, the very narrow sides created a slight bulging, though not enough to dispel her courage to wear them for what was a very special occasion. The matching bra (with perfume in the large cups) was efficient for someone her size but still pretty. Cocking her head, she approved of the way it supported her balcony of formidable cleavage. Garterless thigh high silk stockings were next, followed by the final, potential obstacle to feeling genuinely sexy -- the relative fit of her rather snug (lately, at least), rather short, and rather low cut black cocktail dress. She shimmied with some effort and drew it down over her womanly hips and ripe behind. Zipped up and assessing herself in profile, she was grateful for having had the will to resist too many tasty indulgences that week. Although there was definitely a bit of a feminine belly, her tummy was still relatively flat, which only made her cantilevered bust to waist ratio even more pronounced -- the kind of ratio that prompted both men and women alike to wonder to themselves, 'How does she not fall forward??' Perfumed, with well-coiffed salt-and-pepper hair, earrings, open-toed heels, and lipstick in place -- the wrinkles around the still luminous eyes obscured as best as possible -- she took one last look and then froze. "What ARE you doing??" she thought to herself; staring at her provocative reflection in the mirror. "He's an eighteen year old boy, for god's sake -- and he's your ...

... s****r's c***d!" A brief, momentary crisis of conscience followed. She sighed and stood in pensive silence, looking over at her chic purse; remembering her trip to the 'farmacia' earlier that day, and the awkward conversation with the young female pharmacist behind the counter. The girl had tried so hard to understand Doris's limited Spanish and be helpful -- "Tiene ... condoms? Condoms ... muy muy grande? Tiene lubricación para ... el sexo? "Um, el ... pene de mi amante es ... gigantesco." In the end, the girl had discreetly directed her to a shop for lovers across the street, and the extra large condoms and lube were now tucked inside her small purse. Finally, after much agonizing, she defaulted to the broadest of rationalizations -- life was short, he was adopted, she cared very much for him, and passionate lovemaking had been too long denied to her. If it happened at all, it would be because they were two consensual people who both wanted physical intimacy. She grabbed her purse and left for the restaurant. She arrived to find her handsome young companion for the evening already seated. The ambience in the restaurant was as she's hoped -- intimate, quiet, elegant, and darkly lit. Tristan looked so boyishly handsome in his black blazer, stylish jeans, and v-neck shirt. He held the chair for her, obviously impressed with the way she looked. She smiled at him like a beaming mother and kissed him softly on the cheek. "You look ... unbelievably beautiful, Auntie Doris" he gushed. ...