Young Nephew - Sex Stories

Young Nephew

... "Why thank you, kind sir," she replied with a warm smile. "You look positively good enough to eat, but I think I'll have a salad just the same." They ordered cocktails to start, and Doris felt immensely more relaxed once the gin began to take effect. They ordered, and, sitting closely, enjoyed a lovely dinner, several glasses of wine, and delightful conversation, for what seemed to both of them like an hour but was actually almost three. The signals were there in spades -- intense eye contact, flirtatious hair touch-ups, knowing glances, and warm smiles. Doris placed her hand atop Tristan's a number of times, and restaurant staff would be forgiven for being confused about the true nature of their relationship -- mother and son? Teacher and student? Grandmother and grandson? May-December lovers? Despite his boyish innocence and latent shyness, it would have been clear to any observer that Tristan was absolutely smitten with his Aunt. He listened intently to her stories, laughed at her amusing anecdotes, and was often gushing in his praise. After more wine than he was used to, he also became increasingly transparent in the way he looked at her; admiring the agreeable way she filled out her tight dress. For Doris, the confluence of romantic f***es was irresistible -- the wine, the romantic setting, the enchanting conversation, and the gorgeous and doting young man who made her feel like the centre of his world in that moment; made her feel sexier than she probably ever had. It ...

... was a lethal mix, and her panties became so wet during dinner she worried Tristan might detect the strong feminine scent emanating from between her stockinged thighs. "This is so nice, I don't want this evening to end," said Tristan. Doris paused for a moment, and then threw caution to the wind. "Well, it's doesn't have to, you know," she said, and then paused. "Would you like to come back to my room with me?" she asked. Tristan blushed so deeply it was apparent even in the dim candlelight. "Of course -- it's late," he stuttered. "I would be happy to ... to walk you back to your suite." If it was possible, in that very moment, Doris found him as sweet, innocent, and adoringly cute as she did irresistibly sexy. She leaned forward, took his trembling hand in hers, looked at him with a warm, affectionate smile, and whispered softly. "No, silly -- I meant so that we can make love." He swallowed hard. She gripped his large, warm hand; his nervousness brought out the nurturing mother in her. "Oh, sweetie -- it's okay. I promise. Please don't be shy or feel bad or afraid. It's just two people who care very deeply for each other, wanting to express that intimately. The best sex really is love and physical pleasure, you know. It will be our little secret, darling. I promise. No one else ever need know." She placed her hand gently under his chin and lifted his bashful, downcast eyes up to hers. "Don't you want to go to bed with me, darling?" she asked. "Oh my god -- yes, so much," came ...