My Darling nephew

You may be interested in this ‘story’ which surprised even me when it happened, but as they say, ‘truth is stranger than fiction’ and I for one am pleased about that. This event happened four years ago when I was 43. I had been a widow for three years after my husband was killed in a car accident. I had no intimate male friends and very rarely went out socialising much as my husband had been a home bird. In fact he was very straight laced and unadventurous in all areas of life, though he was a good man and a trustworthy friend to me. We had no children as I couldn’t have any so now I lived alone. Like a bolt out of the blue an unexpected action on my part changed my life and I still don’t know, for the life of me, how it ever really happened.

My nephew, Simon, was 22 at the time and at University. He always used to come round as he lived only a few streets away from our house and, following my husband’s death, when he was on vacation he would continue to call round to see me and have a glass of wine or a beer. He was studying mathematics and has always been a nice, outgoing young man. It would not be a lie to say I have admired his developing looks as he has grown up to be the young man he now is.

One particular evening Simon called round quite late, around 9pm. I was watching TV and I was already in my nightdress and dressing gown and had probably had around four large glasses of wine, (a lot for me). I was always pleased to see Simon and told him to help himself to a beer from the fridge. We chatted for some time and had more to drink, even though I was quite light headed.

After a while I went to the kitchen to get some more wine. I took the bottle back to the lounge, poured our glasses and said to Simon that I needed to pop to the bathroom. As I turned to go he suddenly said ‘you look good in that dressing gown Sue, you’ve got a great figure’. ‘Why thanks’ I said and went out the door. Simon’s comment suddenly made me feel very horny and I found myself feeling quite turned on. I knew Simon liked me, even desired me as he came round when he didn’t need to. I knew, with a degree of modesty that I was attractive and I liked my looks. I must say I have quite a good figure and I do love my breasts which are a good size. I keep fit through jogging and go to the gym regularly, (my only socialising really), and have very little excess weight on me. In the bathroom the ridiculous thought of Simon making love to me went through my mind. The wine was obviously getting to me as it was so unusual for me to think like this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it which just made me feel more turned on. I remember thinking, ‘don’t be stupid Sue, he’s your nephew’ and I thought to myself ‘come on, calm down girl’.

I tried to compose myself, finished in the bathroom and went back into the hallway, but as I went across the hall part of me wanted to keep thinking about making love. What happened next I can only put down to the alcohol as it was almost surreal and, unbelievably now when I look back, I just stopped in the hallway, took off my dressing gown and nightie and walked back into the lounge completely naked. Simon was looking at the paper and when he heard me and looked up his eyes nearly popped out. His mouth was wide open in amazement. I just said “do you like my figure now’? He just did not know what to say or do and I can recall the thoughts in my own mind saying ‘this can’t be happening, what are you doing woman’.

I found myself walking over to Simon, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. I placed a hand on each of my breasts and then pulled him to me and kissed him full on the lips. I could feel him shaking and, moving my lips gently away from his I whispered ‘”would you like to make love to me’? I put my hands over his and moved them gently around my breasts. I could feel the wetness growing between my legs and was so turned on. Simon mumbled and was still virtually speechless, but his eyes were glued to his hands on my breasts and I found myself saying “come with me” and taking his hand and leading him out of the lounge and into my bedroom across the hall. I sat him on the bed and sat down next to him, once again pulling his face to mine and kissing him, my tongue probing into his mouth and gradually I felt his tongue respond to mine. I kept kissing him and after a minute or so I felt his hand touch my leg and rest on it. I placed my hand on his leg and just slid it straight to where his cock was hidden under the material of his trousers. It was rock hard and I felt Simon jump slightly at my touch and then, as I gently caressed him he murmured in pleasure against my lips as we continued to kiss. His tongue was now playing against mine and I eased away to say to him “are you ok with this Simon”? He nodded and said, ‘wow, yes Sue, you are gorgeous. I can’t believe I’m kissing you and you have no clothes on’. I laughed and said “My God, I can’t believe it either”.

A voice in the back of my mind still kept saying ‘I just don’t believe you have done this’, but I found myself saying ‘let me free this though’ and I reached down to his trousers and, finding his zip, I slid it down, pulled down the front of his underpants and eased out his cock. It was a nice size and looked beautiful and I remember thinking ‘God, Simon’s young cock is going to be deep in my pussy soon. I could feel myself seeping moist juice at the thought of it and my hand wrapped around his shaft and gently stroked him up and down. I looked at his face which had an expression of sexual excitement mixed with a sense of bewilderment which I found touching.

‘Take off your top’ I said and Simon reached down and pulled his T-shirt over his head as I continued to stroke his shaft. I stroked slowly as I didn’t want to make him cum too soon. His chest and upper body was lean and his skin was so boyish that I couldn’t help kissing his shoulder and neck and gently pressed him back onto the bed where I could rub his shaft and lower my lips to his boyish nipple.