Temptation to Conquer Fear

This one is lighter in story than usual. I was just in a sex story mood and this one left the story behind and ran with it. It is an aunt with a well hung man. I emphasized the size of his equipment this time, which I don't normally do. I wanted to change things up with a big dick sex god. If any of that is a turn off, please skip this one, this time. I edited as best as I could and I hope I cleaned it up nicely. Hopefully no big errors to distract like some of my others. I do it all myself.

I said, "Absolutely, I can't wait to see you. Goodbye, honey." and hung up the phone.

My knees began trembling immediately. I was in a cold sweat and the anxiety was kicked up to 11. What had me in such a state? My nephew's phone call, that's what. I was terrified by his short phone call. What on Earth would make an aunt so afraid of her nephew? Nothing he did. His call would be benign, if it weren't for me and my current feelings.

My nephew, Jacob (or Jake), had gotten a job close to where I live and wanted to know if he could stay with me, his Aunt Stephanie, for a week or two while his stuff got moved into his new apartment. Of course I said yes, he is family, but lately my thoughts about him were anything but familial. Jacob had become the object of my affection recently. Affection is the friendly PG term; I wanted to fuck that man something fierce.

I remember being fascinated when my handsome nephew was 18 and developing into the very handsome specimen that he is today. I was also proud of the kind of man Jake had become too. I always remained protective of him and encouraged his academics and any activities that would benefit him. I love my Jakey a lot. He was my nephew, after all, and the only son of my youngest sister, Doreen. She and I had always got along and are still very close.

The thought of physical intimacy with her son was something that just never entered my head until very recently. I was busily and happily dating men my own age. At 5'7 and 148 pounds with a large rounded butt, slender waist and substantial breasts, I was still considered as stunning as I was when I was younger, maybe even more so, being obviously more full and mature.

I was not starved for dates or company. My red hair hadn't gone to rust and was still held vibrant hues of orange, red, and blondes that caught the sun and looked like fire that could burn your fingers. My hazel eyes seemed stormy and displayed my emotions as fire or ice depending on my mood. Thankfully, I keep a healthy enough lifestyle that my skin has a golden tan that I worked hard to achieve. I didn't want the freckles and pale skin we redheads typically have deal with, and what I had as a child.

I was scared that Jake's proximity might cause things to take a dangerous turn for our family. I knew my own desires and wondered if I could keep them in check. All alone in the house with him and that wonderful body of his, could I not react to my temptations? I was scared I would crack, and maybe ruin things within our family.

Frustratingly though, I realized that my own sexual needs were not being met by men my own age. I was 56 and the men in that range were not really rocking my world and sweeping me up to a sexual nirvana. As a result, at some point, my dreams began somehow featuring my now grown nephew as we made love. Lusty visions filled my sleep, visions of Jake before me with a larger than life penis. My dreams felt so real and detailed as I experienced this man stretching and pounding my firebox with his sizable missile before shooting his young hefty seed all over my lifted breasts and smooth mature belly.

For some strange reason, one that I still hadn't made peace with, I became addicted to these visions of Jake as my magnificent younger lover. It was then that I found myself increasingly attracted to Jake, and struggled to push down my impure thoughts and designs. To put it simply, I wanted that young man. I wanted to touch him and have him touch me. I longed to suck him and be sucked, and to welcome him deep into my wanton mature cunt. I wanted to experience that stud gushing into my mouth and have him blow his thick load all my gloriously stacked nude form.

Don't get me wrong, I did feel guilty. Not only about having any naughty thoughts about my sister's son, but also the ongoing forbidden fantasies of us engaged in incestuous fuck sessions. It's not like I had anyone I could talk to about this or share my concerns with, so I ended up turning to the internet for some relief. Sites like Literotica had erotic stories and featured so much incest content and made it seem more common than I realized. Mom and sons, dads and daughters, even grandparents and grandchildren and yes, naughty aunts with their handsome nephews. Certainly fiction, but a much wider spread fantasy than I had believed. Maybe, Jake had seen some of this stuff and was curious as well. Perhaps I could tempt Jacob, and take away the pressure of having to make the first move myself, and see if he felt some of what I was dealing with.

A few days later, fear licked up my spine and whispered that I was being too obvious when I dressed to pick him up at the airport. The leather skirt and thin white t-shirt were a bit much. I changed. Then, I was scared it was too matronly in print leggings and baggy black sweat shirt and would put "old woman" in his head. I decided on a simple denim skirt and flowy peach button up shirt. It was nice weather when I arrived at the airport to met him. I kept the top up on my car to preserve my hair.

I could feel the dampness in my panties and worried that he would smell my arousal once we were in the car. I knew I could leave the top down on the way home and solve that problem at least. I parked and peeled my sodden panties off and shoved them in the glovebox. It was a sticky wet garment and held much of my aroma. I knew it was risky going without panties, but better than having that smell where he might get a whiff. Once inside, it felt weird walking around so many people without panties on, but I pushed it aside and went to his gate.

I spotted him coming up the ramp from the plane. He is a tall man, and he could see me over the people ahead of him. His face broke into an excited grin and he waved to me. He came to me and scooped me up in a hug. I felt like all eyes were on us. Whether it was the hunky young man giving this older woman his affection or my ass was on full display from him lifting me; I didn't care.

Being in his arms was wonderful. I reveled in the fact that envious woman watched me with this studly specimen as we strolled away. I must have looked like some stacked cougar with a hot young suitor.

"Wow, Aunt Steph, You look amazing," he gushed, "It's a good feeling to get picked up by the hottest lady in the airport."

Shit. He was a flatterer. God, help me.

I replied, "Well, thanks Jakey. You're looking like a smooth operator." I flipped his tie playfully.

He grinned and looked down at his attire, "True. I do look like I roll out of bed in a suit and tie. None of that today though, I promise. I'm changing out of this once we get to your place. I'm not wearing the monkey suit the whole time I'm here, not with my favorite relative."

Thoughts of him wearing very little or nothing at all jumped unbidden into my head. I know my eyes glazed over and my lips trembled.

My 24 year old nephew was now 6'3, with wavy thick dark (almost black) hair and was lean, due to his bachelor lifestyle and workaholic behavior; some home cooked meals would do him good. He smelled of man and looked very professional with his broad shoulders in that dark blue suit and crisp white shirt and silk tie. He had his dad's deep brown eyes and straight narrow nose. Large hands with long straight fingers and a deep rumbling voice that seemed more suited for a lumberjack that a buisnessman. He was an exquisite package.

We arrived home and it truly was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Jacob immediately went to his room, the spare bedroom across the hall from my own, in my modest ranch style home. He came out in a pair of athletic shorts and sleeveless gym shirt.

"Well, don't you look wonderful all casual and relaxed," I chuckled. I said, "It looks like I should l follow the leader and strip down into something more comfortable too. I don't own any suits other than my birthday suit, but I'll find something I can wear."

"Wouldn't bother me," he murmured. He probably thought he said it too low for me to hear, but I caught it.

On weak knees, I left the living room and went to my own room to change. I chose a simple white cami top with spaghetti straps and some built in breast support. A fresh red spandex thong and shorts that were a tight light blue denim completed the outfit, I knew from experience that it looked great with cowboy boots or with bare feet, which is how I was currently. I didn't risk another skirt. My wild red mane was about to my shoulders and a bit windblown from our drive home. I knew it was an effective look, and wondered how he'd take it.

"You look great all casual too, Aunt Steph" Jake said when I emerged from my room.

I smiled and said, "Well, thanks, honey. I like to keep any man in my home impressed."

I turned slowly so he could see my outfit and shook a litttle drawing his eyes to where I wanted them The tight shorts showcase my ass wonderfully and the little cleft when my rounded ass meets my thick thighs is obvious. My heaving bosom in the small thin top lets my big melons join the game and my nipples were saying hello.

We puttered about the house that first day, letting him get settled and shake off his travel. I buzzed about, taking care of him and making sure he got peeks here and there of my older form. I was hoping that I could tempt him into making a first overture. I was scared I was coming on too strong and would push him away. He took all the peeks I offered however, and seemed happy to do so.

That evening we convened on the big L-shaped couch in my back living room. The big bay window looks out over my deck and down onto the town. My neighbors on that side are down the hill a ways, so the view is unobstructed. My back and side yards are small and my next door neightbors are close. I don't even own a mower, but the neighbor on that side never complains about mowing my small patch for me.

It was 8pm and sky was just starting to darken.

"Aunt Steph, I have to say, per your earlier comment: I AM impressed," Jake told me. "I have always had a crush on you and I feel like you must have realized it. I mean, have you been intentionally making it easy on me? I've wanted you for so long, I don't know if I can behave myself around you or if you even want me to."

When he came onto me, it was like the dam had burst. All that fear vanished and all my passion came out. He had been scared to make a move, and I had been scared that I would make a move. I wanted his young cock in the worst way. We joined our lips in a fervently hot kiss after his confession.

I told him, "We need to be careful so my sister, your mom, never finds out about this. She would kill me if she knew what I was doing with you...or what more I plan to do with you!" I grinned at him lasciviously.

I moved my eyes sideways and let my gaze settle over Jake's crotch. There was no hiding his big bulge in the front of his thin athletic shorts. His erection was obvious and he looked quite hung. I longed to run my eager hand over his large shaft and engorged balls that throbbed in heat. He was genuinely packing and I was excited at the prospect of experiencing this much swollen cock flesh. I found it difficult not convey my feelings of intense arousal. My womanhood was leaking with passion for my nephew's cock. I also sensed that Jake was on some verge as well, but hesitated to take such a forbidden leap with his mature aunt.

We had already gone too far to stop now. All games and self-control were about to crumble. Jake, slowly reached out and took my hand. He brought it to him and settled it on his bulge. This was it. I was trembling again, but this time, it was with excitement. His gaze pulled my eyes to his, and I could plainly see the desire and hunger that blazed in them.

"I've wanted you for so long Aunt Stephanie," He told me, his voice husky with need. "I want to have you now."

He could easily read the lustful yearning in my wide eyed expression. My fingers curled around his pulsing cock. My heart began to thud thunderously in my chest as I felt the thick outline of his engorged penis in my hand. As I caressed his significant erection through the smooth polyester shorts, Jake reached across us and ran his long fingers down my face and neck, finally reaching the heaving swell of my breasts. I groaned in anticipation of him stripping me bare and finally touching me like a aroused woman I was.

My eyes closed as I murmured for him, "Yes, baby, Auntie loves you. Touch me honey."

Before I knew it, my nephew began to slide my thin top up my belly and over the luscious boobs, uncovering me until they were exposed to him. My craving increased when I felt those gorgeously large hands sensuously fondling my huge soft orbs. My nephew was treated to my very bountiful amount of succulent tit-flesh, which he fondled and squeezed with his deft hands. I pressed against him, pushing more of my boobs into his groping palms.

I reached a euphoric state when Jake hungrily sank his lips into my neck and moved up to suck at my earlobes. His hands continuously delivered physical pleasure by moving about my curvaveous globes and tweaking their tingling peaks. His lips nipped and kissed my salty skin, before he began to gently move down to my collarbone and beyond. He journeyed down to my big bare breasts.

"These tits are amazing, Auntie," Jake whispered against my skin.

"They're yours, " I told him, "all for you."

I groaned and reached down, lifting my left melon, pushing it toward him as he sucked at my pink nipple, already tingling and hard as diamond. He flicked it, causing tremors throughtout my body, starting at the firm swollen tip and zinging down to moist snatch. I felt my nerves coming alive within my body as my nephew continued to enjoy his aunt's huge tits, pinching and kneading at the soft flesh. My cunt was wet and dewy, from just this activity and I knew more was soon on the way. My clit began to plump up within the folds of my dripping pussy while my cunt leaked and lubricated, again, leaving my panties sodden.

I leaned back against the couch, gazing at my nephew hungrily as Jake unfastened my shorts. Gripping the shorts, he dragged them and my thong away, whipping them aside, before turning to take in my mature naked body there before him. I took his hands pulling him to me, allowing him to slide his strong young hands all about my lush curves, creating explosions of delight that rippled through my body.

Jakes voice was husky with need when he proclaimed, "I need you Auntie!" He spoke in breathless whispers while he nibbled at my neck. "I want this body." He moaned, running his hand down my form to dip into the folds at my cunt. The downy ginger landing strip was moist with my dew. It coated the digits of his hand before they circled my clit feverishly. "I've wanted you for so long," he confessed, his voice urgent, blistering with lust.

I could feel my own juices trickling between my thick thighs as my nephew coaxed more from me with his diddling fingers. His words were what I had suspected, a young man craving an older woman and his sight settled on his hot flame-haired aunt. Maybe there had been something to the proliferation of incest themes and desires. The admission sent intense waves of arousal tingling though my nerve-endings, and deep between my sticky wet thighs. That my nephew held such feelings for me was incredibly arousing.

I quickly spread my strong legs, inviting my lovely young man to touch and explore the lips and folds of my sopping pussy. I whimpered in rapture when his masculine fingers, massaged my pubic mound, then deliciously slid down and into my clutching tunnel. My nephew became very graphic and descriptive as he confessed all the wonderfully naughty things he had always wanted to do with me. He was quite explicit in his details. He held himself in check around our family for so long and now that the shackles were thrown aside, words came in a torrent that set us both aflame. He sucked greedily at my large boobs and he sawed his thick manly digits back and forth into my frothing red pussy.

Urgently I pushed him back. His expression was one of worry and doubt.

"Bedroom," was all I croaked as explanation.

We scurried down the hall and into my bedroom. My four post queen size bed had no idea the workout we were about to give it.

I dropped to the bed and in the next instant, my nephew buried his handsome face in my steaming, damp valley. I whimpered and mewled as he spread my lips and ran his tongue through the folds of my cunt. My body quaked when I felt Jake's mouth against my pussy, sucking at my clit while his velvety tongue lashed it.

I sank back into the soft mattress, my head whipping to and fro, as he savored my pussy, sliding three thick fingers up into my quim. In taboo, unspeakable passion, I bucked my hips up toward my nephew as he pulled my folds wide to display my soft, moist interior to his focused gaze. I heard Jake moaning breathlessly, like a wild animal in heat. He leaned in to taste me, and gorge himself on my nectar, eating my cunt like a starved man.

It only caused my fires burn brighter and the thought of this incest that was so forbidden before, was now so necessary. I gave heedlessly. More than I have ever given before was served up for my nephew. He had brought me to these peaks of a pleasure, heights I had never known before. We traveled a path of incest and the naughty nature of all this only coaxed more and more from me...for him.

As Jake finally joined me on the bed, I took his ruggedly handsome face in my hands and kissed his mouth with a smoldering passion, filling my senses with the smell and taste of my own pussy. I was hot and desperate for this young man, my nephew. I craved his body, and his big beautiful cock. I wanted it and him. I needed it all deep, deep inside my cunt.

"Fuck me, Jake!" I cried, "Please, fuck me....I want your cock!"

I lay there on my bed, my thighs spread wantonly as my nephew hurriedly removed his clothes. Soon, he stood proudly before me. I was struck by just how well hung he was and the brief flicker of sexual menace that his cock created. Leering down at me, he allowed me a few moments to take in the sight of him, then moved to me. His hard heavy shaft, glistening with pre-cum, led the way, quivering and swaying as he climbed into the bed. He must do some man-scaping, he only had a light dusting of dark hair at the base of his lengthy tool.

The sight took my breath away. My nephew was huge. He was easily the largest I had ever taken on. Not comically large, but impressively hard, and wondrously thick. I wailed with eagerness, twisting my hips suggestively. Hot with lust, I reached out and ran my finger all the way up the long thick shaft of my nephew's well-developed dick. Squeezing my hand tightly around the base, I watched the veins bulge and throb all over his thick manhood. I could see the lust throbbing in his pulsing member.

Jake groaned, but his eyes never left mine, as my small feminine hands stroked and fondled his large impressive penis. I pulled him down onto the bed, and rolled us. I ran my my tongue down his muscular young body until I reached his crotch, My lips moved up the underside of his impressive shaft. It was now his turn to groan as mouth and tongue caressed his sensitive cock, just under the bulbous purple head. I pulled it and smacked it against my open mouth, kissing it lovingly from top to bottom. Hungry for his flavor, I swirled my tongue all over the young glistening head, licking away all the trickling pre-cum he had leaking from his cock.