Ditzy Aunt and the Lustful Nephew (Closed)

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Name: Candy Smith
Age: 36
Height: 5'8"

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"You know mom, I'm not sure why you even want to get a job..."

"Oh shush. What's the big deal...?"
...

Okay, so let me begin. Hi there! My name is Candy Smith and I'm a thirty six year old mother, living in my suburban home with my son, Lance, and my husband, Bill. We lived comfortably, what with my husband working as a lawyer for a firm in upper Manhattan and making enough money for our small family to live off of. So comfortably, that while we weren't exactly in the top 1% of society, that I didn't need to work. In fact, I've been a stay-at-home mom for the past eighteen years, taking care of Lance and raising him up this point, with him nearly graduating senior high. But what with the marriage of Bill and I in shaky grounds (which I don't really feel like getting into now, thank you very much) and with myself being...well, bored, I thought to myself - hey, why not get a job?

The thing is that the only place that I could think of (that would accept me even though I don't even have a high school diploma) would be Rome Cafe; some shabby looking cafe located in Brooklyn...and the only reason why they would take me in, is probably because of Rick - my eighteen year old nephew who happens to work there too, as assistant manager, or something along those lines. Truth is that I didn't really remember, even when I typed in the following into Facebook messenger:

Hey nephew! Just wondering if there was an opening at Rome Cafe! I've been looking for a job and would love to work there with someone I know :) Thank you!! :heart::"

Lance wasn't too crazy about me writing to my nephew, mainly on account that apparently he's a cocky pervert. I'm...not sure why he thought that concerned me, since I'm sure me being his aunt would just put him into a more professional state of mind! Maybe he'd even be able to do something about the attention I got from everyday perverts! I mean, not to brag, but I did have a pretty awesome body; 5'8" tall, with an hourglass physique. I kept myself in shape, what with jogging and the like. What got the attention of most guys though, were my round bubble butt and my massive 32K cup boobs that I always did my best to cover up. Now that I think about it, I think Lance mentioned something about how my nephew was crazy about the busty girls in his college.

Well anyway, I click send and I waited for his reply. Lance gave a frustrated sigh as we walked off someplace. I rolled my eyes - I was his mother, I think I knew best.
 

I had certainly hadn't expected to hear from my Aunt Candy about getting a job at the same place I worked at as an assistant manager. That was definitely an opportunity I was not going to let slip by me. The only problem I was going to have to watch out for was my cousin, her son.

He and I had been close until the last family reunion two years before. I had always had a thing for large breast women since I was a kid, which I had told Lance. However i had also let slip that his mother was very hot. That he didn't like one bit. He didn't talk to me for the rest of the family reunion, and barely at all in the time since.

I had very good grades throughout high school, easily high enough for me to test out and graduate early. I was living in Oklahoma, but decided to go to NYU for college. I join a soccer team, easily keeping myself fit and trim for everyone to see. During my first year of college I had gone through two girlfriends, both of whom thought I was just a bit too much to be around.

I started work at the Rome Cafe just six months ago, just a little side job for some extra cash. The owner must have liked my work because I was practically given the assistant manager job on a silver platter.

I gave a smile when I saw the message from my Aunt on my Facebook page. The cafe was short-handed for the summer and hiring my hot aunt would be a bonus. I took a moment to reply back to her.

Sure thing. Feel free to come by in the next couple of days to talk to me. You'll probably get hired anyways, so bring by your uniform sizes as well.
 
"Sure thing. Feel free to come by in the next couple of days to talk to me. You'll probably get hired anyways, so bring by your uniform sizes as well.

I grinned wildly, eagerly typing "Omg, thank you! You won't regret it! :) :)" , once again ignoring my pouting son who was practically hovering over my shoulder at this point. Anyway, I closed my laptop and finding myself in a good mood, I prepared dinner for everyone.
...​

Well, anyway, I made sure to go the very next day. I wasn't the type to waste time, so I got Bill to drop me off while he was on his way to work. Dressed in a simple (albeit tight) black shirt and a pair of jeans, matched with brown two inch heels, I made my way into the cafe. It was a bit early, 8 AM, give or take but I figured that showing up nice and early would help me get the job. Maybe I should have picked something else, since I practically felt the eyes of the customers (the few that were already sitting and sipping their coffee) staring right at me and my massive breasts in his shirt. There wasn't any cleavage, but I'm sure that some of these guys enjoyed how the shirt hugged on every inch of my busty chest. I nearly scoffed, ignoring them and looking for Jack.

I then spotted him, at the cash register and I thought I'd surprise him by rushing to the front. When he did spot me (probably because of the clicking sound my heels did) I waved to him and said "Hey, how's my favorite nephew doing!" with a warm smile on my face.
 
I smiled seeing her reply back that she would be coming in soon, but she didn't say when. No matter, I would be waiting on her.

The next morning was a bit slow off, but the usual regular customers were there for there morning pick-me up. I don't mind coming early like this, but the morning rush doesn't happen till ten. In the meantime, I was planning on just cleaning up the counter area.

My cleaning was interrupted by the little jingle of the bell over the door and the clicking of heels. That was not what the normal customers wear. My eyes go wide for a moment seeing my aunt dressed and here so early. I take a moment to grin back, eyeing her for a moment before speaking.

"Hey Aunt Cathy. I'm doing well. Nice and early for the interview?"

I point to a corner booth near the back of the little cafe.

"If you want to have a seat, I'll be there in a moment."

I pull off the white apron I was wearing over my black jeans, throwing it over the counter behind me.
 


"Hey Aunt Cathy. I'm doing well. Nice and early for the interview?"

"You know it!" I said with a grin. But wait...interview?

"If you want to have a seat, I'll be there in a moment."

"Sure thing, right here right...?" I asked, pointing to the seat he motioned me to.​

I didn't know that there was going to be an interview - with my nephew of all people! Truth be told, even as I sat there with my purse neatly on my lap, I felt pretty nervous. I hadn't done an interview in well...ever, so I didn't know what to expect! Anyway, I eyed Jack as he threw his apron over the counter, leaning back in place as I didn't want him to think that I was spying on him right now or anything...

I took out my phone, looking at my own reflection and making sure that I didn't look awful. I don't think I did and once I was satisfied, I placed my phone back in my pocket...
 
I chuckled softly for a moment when I saw my Aunt check herself out in her phone like a mirror. I wasn't going for a full interview, just a few questions.

I take a moment to stretch my arms above my head, still feeling sore from the workout the day before. The white button-up shirt I wore would have been practically see-through if not for the t-shirt underneath. Not that I would have minded going without the t-shirt. I make my way over to the booth sitting across from her.

"There's no need to be worried Cathy. The job is yours if you want it, I was just teasing about the interview."

I smile for a moment, glancing at her chest for a moment before looking back at her face.

"Did you bring your clothing sizes? I want to make sure we have your size before getting you on the floor."
 
"There's no need to be worried Cathy. The job is yours if you want it, I was just teasing about the interview."

"Oh my god, you have no idea how nervous I was there for a second!" I said with a laugh, eyeing Jack for a moment and wondering about just when he got so fit? I don't know, I never really noticed before and with him in front of me, I couldn't help but notice and wonder. He was basically the opposite of my son who, while I adored him, was a bit of a slacker. Well, anyway, I was a bit puzzled when he said:

"Did you bring your clothing sizes? I want to make sure we have your size before getting you on the floor."

"Oh um..." I asked "You mean like my shirt size? I guess anything small or medium would work!"
 
I blinked for a moment, a little speechless by my aunt's answer. Even I could tell there was no way she could wear either of those sizes. I recovered quickly thinking of a way to use this to my advantage in getting closer to my aunt.

"Ok, I think we may have something like that. What is your waist size? The ladies uniform is going to be a white blouse like mine and a black skirt. Any type of shoes are fine, though you would look best in heels Cathy."

I grin for a moment before I stand up to move to the back room.

"Did you want anything to drink while I grab your uniform?"
 
"Ok, I think we may have something like that. What is your waist size? The ladies uniform is going to be a white blouse like mine and a black skirt. Any type of shoes are fine, though you would look best in heels Cathy."

Oh my waist? I wasn't too sure on that but last time I checked, it was 27 inches. "Oh um...27 inches, I think." I said with a chuckle as he went on in the back. I didn't think he was serious when he said that I needed to have my measurements on me, but I figured that it was close enough anyway. So, I grinned at his comment about shoes, eyeing the ones that I had on. Good, I figured, seeing as I loved wearing heels anyway. Besides, the compliment was nice enough to make me more at ease.

"Did you want anything to drink while I grab your uniform?"
he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smiled at him, before I replied "Oh, no thank you. I think I drank enough coffee this morning anyway."
 
"Alright, I'll be back shortly with your uniform."

As I walk back to the back room, I could already say that there were no shirts that would fit my aunt right. Hers would have to be special-ordered, but I was fine with that. I whistled softly as I looked through the various sizes on the blouses before pulling out the largest one I had. It was only XL, but it would have to do. It was even embroidered with Rome Cafe in black on the right breast pocket. Finding the right size skirt, I pulled out three of them.

"These should do. I think John said these had shrunk some, but no matter."

I grin for a moment before heading back out to the front. Dropping the clothing on the table in a neat pike in front of my aunt, I smile.

"These were all I could find, but they should work. Now, when were you hoping in come in and work?"

I sit back down across from my aunt, my hands on the table. Beneath the table, I swing my right foot back and forth, occasionally brushing against the outside of her right shin.
 
...

"These should do. I think John said these had shrunk some, but no matter." Jack said, coming back and placing the clothes in front of me. I eyed them, including the blouse which while it said "large" on the tag, it didn't seem like it. Oh well, good thing that he didn't bring me a small like said! Anyway, I replied with "Oh that's fine, I can't possibly be too tight right?", a slight smile on my face.

He sat back down, his legs moving back and forth. Every so often, I felt a slight brush against my leg but I figured that it was just my nephew being excited to have me around. So, I didn't think much of it and didn't protest in the slightest.

"These were all I could find, but they should work. Now, when were you hoping in come in and work?"

"Honestly?" I said, leaning forward just a bit "Anytime really. I'd even work here today if you wanted me too.", a slight chuckle escaping my lips.
 
I watched her lean forward, bringing her wonderful rack closer. I take a moment to gaze at her tightly encased breasts for a moment before grinning back.

"Today? I wasn't expecting that, but I can go with it. Well, go ahead and get changed then. I'll put you right to work Cathy."

I stand up from the booth, glancing around the cafe. Most of the customers have left, only a couple remaining near the front door. Looking back towards my aunt, I point out the sign for the restrooms.

"The restrooms are over there. I wait for you behind the counter."

I make my way back to the counter, putting on the apron. I can't wait to see how my aunt looks in the uniform.
 

..

Oh god.

So, I went to the restroom to change and I wasn't too crazy about what I was seeing.

Well, remember when he gave me that uniform? I thought that it was going to fit just right, but I should have maybe really believed my nephew when he said that they might have shrunk. Because, what I was seeing in the reflection was the white blouse stretched to its very limits! I mean, don't get me wrong, I didn't look like a slut or anything...I think. But the blouse looked like it was containing watermelons, with my massive breasts stretching the fabric to the point where the 'Cafe Rome' on the right breast pocket looked morphed! The skirt wasn't a pinic either, feeling a bit short, being an inch or so above my knees. Basically, I felt like I was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl or something...

Despite this, I took a sigh and stepped out, with my tight blouse and all.

"Ready to work!" I said, being positive and all as I greeted Jack.
 
I grin and wet my lips a little as I see how the uniform looked on my aunt. Damn, I know I made the right decision.

"Of course you are. And you look the part as well."

I look around for a moment before deciding the best way to start breaking her in. Behind the counter was barely enough room for two people to be in close quarters while moving around, but pressing against my Aunt will make it even better.

"Alright, We can use the downtime to get you familiar with everything in the cafe, starting with drinks."

Waiting till she came behind the counter, I launched into showing her how to make the various coffees. And as I hoped, things were tight as we tried to move around, our bodies pressing together. Oh, I loved this situation very much. Time flew by the time I realized the afternoon rush was almost upon us.

"It's about time for the afternoon rush, so why don't you show me what you've learned Cathy?"
 
"The afternoon rush?" I asked, a little nervous since already I was having trouble going through the tight spaces - usually to ask my nephew for some help "Am I ready?"

..
It was like being thrown in the ocean in an attempt to learning how to swim. I knew how to make coffee and I wasn't a stranger to anxiety, so I thought that I would be able to cope. And I did, at least for a while. But soon, seeing the line up, I asked Jack for help with the cash register. This meant us bumping into each other a few times, especially because of my breasts which honestly were straining this blouse.

Speaking of which, at one point...

"Medium Mocha." the customer, an older businessman, said with a grin. I saw his face, or his eyes rather, which would look at me in the eye and sort of just...look down. I'm mentioning this because as I said

"No problem sir I - "

A button just flew off, exposing just a tad bit of cleavage.

"I'm so sorry!" I said with just a bit of embarrassment. The customer laughed and said it was alright, helping himself to the view for a moment. I rushed to finish the drink before going back to Jack and saying:

"Oh my god, did you see that? That was so embarrassing..."
 
I honestly hadn't expected a button on Cathy's blouse to come off like that. Well, maybe I should have. Either way, it was like my lucky day. When came to apologize to me, I just had to leer for a moment before smiling as I answered her.

"There's no need to apologize, these things happen. The rush shouldn't last much longer, just bare with it."

I chuckle for at moment at my words, wondering if she could get my meaning.

"Now get back to work Cathy. I'll help ring up, you keep serving."

As she turned back around, I gave her right ass cheek a light squeeze and smack to get her moving.
 
Just bare with it? I couldn't tell if he made that out to be some sort of innuendo. In fact, I couldn't tell if Jack was trying to look down my blouse! I shook it off as just part of my imagination - after all, this was my nephew that we were talking about here!

"There's no need to apologize, these things happen. The rush shouldn't last much longer, just bare with it."

"Thanks I - Ah!" I began to say, a yelp escaping my lips when I felt his hand reach to my shirt and give one round ass cheek a quick squeeze and smack! I turned to see him, walking away now before I had to deal with the crowd again. Although, as I kept serving customers, I felt it as an odd compliment. What? Don't ask me!

"There you are sir, one latte!" I said, noticing that I was getting quite a bit of tips now. Hey, was that because of the slight bit of cleavage I was showing?!
 
The rush didn't last much longer, and I Noticed a little bit more money in the till. Yep, having my aunt was going to be fun in more ways than one. As the last customer left the register, I turned my had to look at her.

"Well done. I know I probably shouldn't, but I'll let you head home early. You can take what you made in tips."

I look out at the crowd for a moment before looking back at my aunt, licking my lips for a moment. Man, I was going to have fun with Cathy very soon.

"Come in early tomorrow and we'll take care of the paperwork."
 
"Well done. I know I probably shouldn't, but I'll let you head home early. You can take what you made in tips."

"Oh really? Thank you sweety!" I said with a happy grin, rushing over to hug my nephew. Although, maybe I did it too enthusiastically - my chest pushing into his own as if I couldn't wait to go home. I moved away for a moment, just to better explain myself "I mean...not that I don't want to be here right now or anything" with a quick laugh.

"Come in early tomorrow and we'll take care of the paperwork."

"Sure thing." I said with a quick wink before I headed out "See you tomorrow Jack!"

...

When I got home, you should have seen the look on Lance's and Bill's faces. My son obviously wasn't thrilled to see me like this, in a tight blouse missing a button and in a skirt that was just a bit above the knees. Bill looked excited and nearly gave me the same look that Jack did earlier, nearly licking his lips seeing my tiny bit of cleavage. Later that night, he even tried to get me to put that in bed, most likely in an attempt to have sex with me for the first time in a while. I said no, of course, saying that I needed some more sleep for tomorrow...

 
I was glad that was the time of my boss's two week vacation. He was a bit more strict about things than I was, and would have spoiled my fun already. Might as well get my fun in while I could.

The next morning I was at the cafe, getting there early. I didn't expect Cathy any earlier than right, giving me time to dig out all the paperwork needed. I was just sorting through the pile of paperwork for what she would need when I heard the door bell ring.

"Come right in, I'll be right with you."
 
I walked to the cafe a little nervous, figuring that maybe I wasn't the top performance barista the world has ever seen. Still, I got out of Bill's car with a determined attitude, waving him off as I made my way to the coffeeshop. I eyed my self from the reflection the windows gave out, seeing that I had a button missing, I thought to myself to unbutton another to make it less obvious. Sure, it would give out a bit more cleavage, but I figured that the customers (and maybe even Jack) wouldn't mind.

"Come right in, I'll be right with you."

"Okay Jack, but you know I can just walk to the counter myself." I said with a laugh as I made my way there, my big tits bouncing in this tight blouse.
 
I laugh for a moment hearing Cathy's voice, along with the clicking of her heels. I turn to face her as I speak.

"Of course you...."

I trail off as I notice she had opened her blouse more to show more of her glorious tits. I quickly close my mouth as I take a seat at the counter, pushing the pile of papers over to the seat beside me.

"Here's all the paperwork that I need you to do. I didn't think you would want insurance, since that's probably aready taken of."

I move my hand to pick up a pen and end up knocking on the floor in front of me.

"Oops, I'm sorry."

I grinn from a moment, but don't reach down to pick it yet as I continue to speak.

"When would you like to work? Days, nights, weekends?"
 
Was it my imagination, or were Jack's eyes focused on my breasts? I mean, on one hand I was a bit surprised since I always imagined my nephew as being a bit...innocent. But on the other hand, I couldn't really blame him; they were a bit distracting, being as big as they were. But anyway, I chuckled as Jack clumsily dropped the pen. I figured maybe it was too early in the morning for him!

"When would you like to work? Days, nights, weekends?"

"Oh um...."
I began to say, bending over to pick up the pen. I didn't know it at the time, but from this angle Jack had a perfect view of either two things; my big tits giving out some generous cleavage, with yet another button looking like it was about to pop from this angle or (if his gaze was on the mirror), the sight of underneath my skirt and the cotton pink panties I had underneath. "I guess days for me. I still need to get home later in the day to prepare dinner."
 
For the time being, I was more focused on the pair of breasts my aunt was showing me than anything else. It was such a wonderful view she gave me.

"Days? Alright, I can fit you right in without a problem."

I watch my aunt till she stands back up, glancing towards the clock for a moment.

"Looks like you'll have plenty of time before the morning rush. Oh, your pay will be nine dollars plus tips. That's what newcomers start out with."

I smirk a little at the mention of money to her. I knew what her family was like, wealth-wise. She could have worked for free and I would have been more than happy still.
 
"Looks like you'll have plenty of time before the morning rush. Oh, your pay will be nine dollars plus tips. That's what newcomers start out with."

"That sounds good to me!" I said with a big grin. Truth was that while the pay wasn't the best in the world, it was still something! Besides, it wasn't as if I was here for the cash; I was here because I wanted to do something with the spare time I had. That didn't mean that I didn't care about doing well - just that money wasn't the most important thing in the world to me.

A jingle noise came from the front door, looked like a customer!
 
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