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I hadn't seen my nephew in years. My sister told me he was coming to visit for a couple of weeks, to get away from the city. Living in a secluded area, in the country, she thought my place would be a good break for him, a chance to appreciate the beauty of nature, breath fresh clean air, yada, yada, yada. He reluctantly agreed, under the stipulation that he could leave at any time if he wanted.
When the transportation van pulled into my private road, I went out to greet him. He acted surprised when he first saw me. You see, I'm fifty years old, but take very good care of myself. I'm 5'4" with 38 DD tits, firm proportionate ass, and curvy hips. I have no trouble getting men, and often bring them home to fuck whenever it suits me.
Now, I didn't have the slightest intention of viewing my 19 year old nephew in a sexual way, but I found it hard not to after seeing him. He was at least 6' 2" with a tanned, smooth muscular physique. I would later discover that his body was completely hairless, something I find to be a real turn on.
Anyway, it was obvious that we were both checking each other out as we went through the motions of greeting each other, the way any normal aunt and nephew would. There was a sexual tension in the air that was impossible to ignore.
We brought his things into the house and I showed him his room. After he put his things away, he said he wanted to take a quick shower. His room had it's own shower, so I told him to make himself at home and that I would be lounging at the pool if he wanted to join me when he was through.
I left his room and headed straight for mine. I looked through my bathing suits to find the skimpiest bikini I could find, a neon pink thong and matching top that barely concealed my tits. For a brief second I stopped and asked myself what I was doing trying to turn on my own nephew, but my libido soon took over as I slipped into the flimsy outfit.
I took a quick dip before he came down; to make my suit wet. It clung to my body like a second skin as I lay down on my back on one of the lounge chairs. I felt moistness between my legs as the whole idea of arousing my hot nephew occupied my thoughts entirely. After a few minutes, he came walking out of the house. I nearly fell off my lounge chair and had to look away to regain my composure.
He was dressed in a very skimpy, white speedo. His bulge was huge! And I mean HUGE! As he sat down in the chair next to me, I couldn't fight the urge to sneak a peak at his package every chance I got. His smooth muscular body, the way the suit showed off his tan, and that fucking bulge! I started day dreaming as we talked, trying to imagine what that monster would look like, feel like in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.
He caught me on more than one occasion staring at his crotch as I caught him staring at my tits. He remained seated on his chair, facing me as we exchanged small talk. Was it my imagination or was that bulge GROWING?
When the transportation van pulled into my private road, I went out to greet him. He acted surprised when he first saw me. You see, I'm fifty years old, but take very good care of myself. I'm 5'4" with 38 DD tits, firm proportionate ass, and curvy hips. I have no trouble getting men, and often bring them home to fuck whenever it suits me.
Now, I didn't have the slightest intention of viewing my 19 year old nephew in a sexual way, but I found it hard not to after seeing him. He was at least 6' 2" with a tanned, smooth muscular physique. I would later discover that his body was completely hairless, something I find to be a real turn on.
Anyway, it was obvious that we were both checking each other out as we went through the motions of greeting each other, the way any normal aunt and nephew would. There was a sexual tension in the air that was impossible to ignore.
We brought his things into the house and I showed him his room. After he put his things away, he said he wanted to take a quick shower. His room had it's own shower, so I told him to make himself at home and that I would be lounging at the pool if he wanted to join me when he was through.
I left his room and headed straight for mine. I looked through my bathing suits to find the skimpiest bikini I could find, a neon pink thong and matching top that barely concealed my tits. For a brief second I stopped and asked myself what I was doing trying to turn on my own nephew, but my libido soon took over as I slipped into the flimsy outfit.
I took a quick dip before he came down; to make my suit wet. It clung to my body like a second skin as I lay down on my back on one of the lounge chairs. I felt moistness between my legs as the whole idea of arousing my hot nephew occupied my thoughts entirely. After a few minutes, he came walking out of the house. I nearly fell off my lounge chair and had to look away to regain my composure.
He was dressed in a very skimpy, white speedo. His bulge was huge! And I mean HUGE! As he sat down in the chair next to me, I couldn't fight the urge to sneak a peak at his package every chance I got. His smooth muscular body, the way the suit showed off his tan, and that fucking bulge! I started day dreaming as we talked, trying to imagine what that monster would look like, feel like in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.
He caught me on more than one occasion staring at his crotch as I caught him staring at my tits. He remained seated on his chair, facing me as we exchanged small talk. Was it my imagination or was that bulge GROWING?