I’m a very bad, naughty aunt.  Now before you get the wrong idea, that’s only half-true; I’m not really an aunt.  My very close friend, Jen, married a wonderful, handsome man about a decade ago.  Along with marital bliss came a stepson named Tommy.  Tommy was a slightly rotund, cute little boy with chipmunk cheeks, hazel eyes, sandy blond hair, and a slight bulge around the waist.  He also stammered around me whenever he...

The first day or two, or three for that matter, with Thomas around was rough. My body and my mind were locked in a constant battle. That isn’t correct! My body and mind were in simpatico, wanting him. My conscience, on the other hand, kept belaboring the reality that he was not only my friend’s stepson, which made him too much like real family to even think about that way, but also that he just viewed me as his aunt. The...

I’d like to say that I slept the sleep of the dead that night. I would be lying. I slept well although I did awaken several times, haunted by erotic dreams. I think I spent more of that night with my hands buried between my legs than I did with my head buried in my pillows. I also mulled over the effects of me surrendering to my desires might have on my friendship with Jen. She’s far from an angel. I honestly didn’t know...

I was practically useless at work the entire day. In my mind, I replayed each and every event over the past few weeks in a constant loop. I went totally without those torturous things called undergarments and it was obvious when I moved around. I’d be thinking about Thomas’ large cock, or him lying on the floor touching himself while grinding my panties into his face, and I’d get myself all worked up. Then some lucky patr...