Emily sat through her niece’s wedding ceremony with great difficulty. She couldn't keep her eyes off of her nephew, Dominick, who stood up on the altar as an usher, looking so handsome in his black tux. But she knew he looked even better without it. Over 6 feet of broad shoulders, sculpted chest, washboard abs and the tightest butt she's ever held in her hands. Not to mention the fact that he fucked like a stallion.
Emily and Dom had drunk a bit too much champagne the night before and ended up in bed together. When she awoke with him this morning she felt guilty and had second thoughts, which he immediately silenced by taking her almost forcefully.
Not that she minded at all. That was part of the excitement. Along with the Taboo of him being her brother's son, there was the way he took charge, commanded her, saw into her deepest fantasies, and the husky way he called her Auntie made her wet just thinking of it.
She had come alone to this family wedding because no one else could get away for it. Emily had been married a long time, and things were pretty good in her marriage. Her children were all in college and she and her husband enjoyed what she thought was a good sex life.
That was until Dominick. She had never experienced such pleasure before. Such hot, unbridled lust.
She squirmed in the pew again. Oh, feeling this way about her nephew was bad enough, but sitting here in church getting aroused about it all was even worse. And it all just seemed to excite her more and more.
The wedding ended and everyone started out of the church. Emily excused herself from her family and went to the side of the church to lean behind a large column and gather herself together before facing the other wedding guests.
As she leaned against the column taking deep steadying breaths and commanding her hormones to behave, she felt a presence come to stand in front of her.
"Auntie Em..." Dom whispered, "You look all flushed."
Emily opened her eyes and there stood her tormentor. His hands stole around the waist of her blue satin wrap dress. His fingers played with the tie at the side. Her breathing increased and her knees grew week.
"Dom, what are you doing?" She asked huskily. "You should be with the wedding party. Aren't there pictures or something?" She could feel the heat of his hands branding her through the material of her dress. His thumbs rubbing the underside of her large breasts.
"You're looking awfully sexy Auntie Em. I can't stop thinking about last night, and this morning. Are you thinking about it too, Auntie Em?" He breathed the words against her neck.
"Dom, stop. We can't do this, not here, not anywhere. Someone will see. This is not right, Dom, we were very bad last night." Emily tried to admonish, but his lips on her neck made it difficult for her to speak.
"And this morning. Don't forget about this morning, Auntie Em. You remember, when I took you from behind, when you were so wet for me and you begged me to fuck your pussy." He growled as he nipped her ear.
Emily's knees would have given out if he hadn't been pressing his body against hers and holding her up against the column.
"Dom, we we we're in a, a, a, church. Don't say those things." Emily stuttered.
"Ahh, but Auntie, we did them, in the eyes of God we did them, so why not say it. You wanted it. You like being naughty, don't you Auntie Em. And it's just the beginning, we have so many things to explore....." He kissed her full on the mouth with that and she kissed him back, tongues battling, bodies rubbing.
