Looking back at it a week later, Alice still couldn't believe she had let it happen.  What was she thinking? Yes, she had been alone for two years since her husband left her.  Yes, she hadn't been with a man since. Yes, a little alcohol makes her a lot horny.  Yes, he was attractive and fit.  And yes, he was her nephew.  Not that anything WAY over the line had occurred. But still, somewhat over the line is bad enough when it is your sister's son.  

She beat herself up for acting like a floozy the next morning. But, lying in bed, feeling sorry for herself, replaying the events again and again, eventually evolved to lying in bed, chubby legs spread wide, replaying every detail while she pleasured herself.  Damn, he had been sexy that night. But high school AND your nephew? Come on, Alice.  And yet she orgasmed again because of that sweet, young boy.

A week later, she was still avoiding him. He'd probably want to apologize or something. As if she needed that! That would only make her feel even more shame and guilt that she couldn't shake.

She finally had to confront him at the next family dinner. She couldn't avoid him forever. And besides, she needed to apologize. It wasn't his fault she was so horny. As she walked into the dining room, she saw him sitting at the table, looking nervous. Her heart skipped a beat. He looked so much like his father that it was almost painful. She took a deep breath and sat down across from him.

"Hey, um... I wanted to talk to you about last weekend," she began, her voice wavering just a little. He looked up at her, his green eyes meeting hers. She could feel herself blushing again. "I want you to know I'm really sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have let it go so far. It wasn't right, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."

"It's okay, Aunt Alice," he said, his voice surprisingly calm and mature. "I mean, I wasn't thinking straight either. We both just... got carried away, I guess. And it was pretty awesome, actually. I mean, you're really hot, and you're like my favorite aunt, and..." He trailed off, looking down at the table.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, at least," she said, her cheeks still burning. "And it's true, I do like you a lot. You're a really great guy, and I just... I'm sorry for messing things up between us."

He looked up at her again, his face serious. "Aunt Alice, I want you to know I don't think it was all your fault. I mean, I wasn't innocent either. I liked it, and I wanted it to happen. You are like, UBER HOT! So, if it's okay with you, I'd like us to... maybe do it again sometime."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, we can't. It was a bad idea the first time, it would be worse a second time. But, it really is flattering that you see me that way."

He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but notice that it was the same grin his father used to have. "Well, then, how about this?" he suggested. "We can't do anything ‘crazy” or whatever. But we could maybe... flirt more. Like, if we're at family stuff, we could find ways to be alone together, and... have fun."

She looked at him nervously, "What kind of fun?"

"Oh, it can totally be innocent. I just want to be around you.  You are super fun... and umm...I mean, it makes me feel good... everywhere... when you are around."

She blushed again and felt a tingle between her legs. "I guess I could do that," she said, trying to sound casual. "Maybe we could go for walks together or something. You know, just talk and get to know each other better. So I can solidify my "Favorite Aunt" status.  I wouldn't want Shelly moving in," she laughed.

He smiled, his dimples deepening. "That sounds great, Aunt Alice. I'd really like that. And who knows, maybe someday you will think I’m mature enough to date my favorite aunt." His voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of desire that she could feel.

Alice felt herself grow warm at his words. She was flattered and aroused by the attention, but at the same time, she knew they had to be careful. They couldn't let anyone find out what they were doing. She glanced around the room, making sure no one was paying them too much attention.

He interrupted her thoughts, "So ummm, when can we dance again?"

"Dance?" she repeated, trying to play dumb. "Oh, you mean like at weddings and stuff? Sure, I'd love to dance with you sometime. I think your mom and dad would really like that. It's always nice to see family members having a good time together."

He smiled, seeming to understand what she was getting at. "Yeah, family stuff," he agreed, nodding. "I would love to again. Maybe you can give me some pointers and I can give you some tip," he smirked as he looked at her.

"You should keep that tip to yourself, young man!" she laughed. As for my pointers, I think I better wear a padded bra around you.  I would hate to give you, or anyone else, the wrong impression," she responded, winking at him.

He laughed, nodding. "Yeah, maybe I should keep it on the down-low. You know, for, um, propriety's sake." He grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling. "But maybe could I come over and we could dance?' he asked, lowering his voice. "Just the two of us. You know, like private lessons or something."

Alice felt a thrill run down her spine at his suggestion. She glanced around the room again, making sure they were still out of earshot. "Well, I'm sure we could find a way for that to happen," she whispered. "I mean, you're always welcome there. Maybe stop by. What are you doing later tonight after everyone goes home?"

He grinned, revealing a row of perfect teeth. "Well, I'm actually kind of tired from all the excitement today. But I could always... find a way to sneak out later and come by. You know, just to say hello." His gaze dropped to her lips, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

Almost a whisper, she said, "I would like that."

Later that night, Alice had given up on him stopping by. She was getting ready for bed, thinking it was probably best he didn't come by. In just some white satin pajamas and small bikini cut panties, Alice headed toward her bedroom. But a tap on the door startled her.

"Aunt Alice?" he called softly. "you still up?"

Alice's heart skipped a beat. She had given up, and now he was standing outside her door. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Come in," she said, her voice barely audible.

The door opened slowly, and there he was, looking as handsome as ever in basketball shorts and a tee shirt. "I hope I'm not too late," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I had to sneak out."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, it's fine. I was just about to turn in for the night." She tried to sound casual, but her voice betrayed her.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Are you sure? I could stay for a little while if you'd like." His voice was soft and hypnotic, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of desire course through her.

Alice swallowed hard, struggling to find her voice. "Well, I don't want to keep you up. I mean, you must have a lot on your mind with everything that's happened today." She tried to sound casual but could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"There is something I'd like to ask you," he said, moving closer. His eyes never left hers, and she could feel the intensity of his gaze. "I know it's late, and we shouldn't... but I was wondering if maybe... we could dance."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Dance?" she repeated, trying to play it cool.

He nodded. "Just the two of us. Just like before." His voice was low and seductive, and she could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the moment. "What do you say, Aunt Alice?"

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. This was wrong; she knew that. But the desire she felt for him was so strong, and the thought of being close to him, touching him... she couldn't resist. "Okay," she whispered. "One dance. Just one."

He smiled a slow, satisfied grin that lit up his face. "Great." He stepped even closer, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. "Shall we find a quiet place?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alice nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. As they made their way through the house, she tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach, telling herself that they were just going to dance. Nothing more. But she knew that once they started moving together, it would be impossible to resist the temptation that had been building between them all day.

They found a quiet corner of the living room, away from any windows. She turned on a soft, romantic song, and he took her hand, leading her into his embrace. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength in his arms as he held her close. As they began to dance, she closed her eyes, letting the music guide their movements.

His hands slid up and down her back, gently caressing her skin, and she couldn't help but arch into his touch. His lips brushed against her ear, and she shivered at the intimacy of the moment. "You don't have a bra on. That's so hot," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Alice didn't know what to say, so she just leaned into him, her body pressing against his. She hadn't intended to be bra-less. She had taken it off when she headed to bed. His hand slid lower, cupping her bottom, pulling her even closer. She felt a wave of desire course through her, and she couldn't help but moan softly. He must have heard because his movements grew bolder, his hips grinding against hers in time with the music. His arousal was obvious through the nylon shorts and her satin pajamas and panties. When she trapped his erection between her legs, he quickly began rutting against her.

As the song ended, he whispered into her ear, "Keep dancing, Auntie...please!"

She couldn't resist his touch any longer. With a moan, she leaned into him, her body molding against his. His hand slid lower, cupping her bottom again, pulling her even closer. His hips ground against hers, and she could feel the heat of his arousal through their clothes. Her own desire grew unbearable, and she pressed herself against him, seeking relief from the ache that throbbed between her legs.

"What if..." he paused, sounding unsure. "What if you nixed your pants, and we kept dancing? No one will know, and there is still my shorts and your underwear."

Alice hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. It was wrong; they both knew that. And it was probably incredibly dangerous, given that they were both already aroused. But the desire she felt for him was overwhelming, and the thought of being this close to him, touching him... she couldn't resist. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

He smiled, a slow, satisfied grin that lit up his face. "Great," he whispered back, his voice husky with desire. His hands went to her hips, she could feel them shaking. She helped him pull the bottoms down over her ass and hips and then stepped out of them, standing before him in only her tight white panties. His eyes went straight to the mound under the tight satin.

He adjusted his penis so his shorts were sticking straight out, obscenely.  When he pulled her close, his hardness slid against her smooth panties.

She let out a small gasp as his hips moved, thrusting against her. The sensation was so intense that she could feel it all the way to her core.  She moaned, "We have to be careful. We can't go too far,"  her own hands clutching at his back, digging into his skin.

He growled, "Don't worry, Auntie. I'll be careful." His hips moved again, his erection sliding against her through the thin material of her panties. The friction was almost unbearable, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

As the music continued to play, they moved together in an erotic dance, their bodies starting to shine with sweat. He cupped her breasts through the fabric of her top, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard and aching. She reached down, tugging at the waistband of his shorts at his hips, urging him to on. He groaned, his hips jerking against her, and she could feel the hot length of him press against her through her panties.

She gasped as he slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers on her panties finding her wet and ready. He massaged her, circling her clit, and she arched into his touch, moaning his name. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her close as he thrust against her, his erection teasing her with each movement.

The music seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the sound of their breathing and her occasional soft whimper. Time lost all meaning as they moved as one, lost in the heat and passion of the moment. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building inside her until it became too much to bear.

"Turn around, Alice. Let me dance with you from the back," he said while moving her body.

Alice turned around, her back arched and her head thrown back against his shoulder. He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. His erection pressed against her ass cheek before they both adjusted, and it found her groove, teasing her as he thrust into her with each step. She felt his breath hot against her neck, and she could hear the ragged sound of his breathing as he struggled to control himself.

"Oh God, Jacob..." she moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure. "I'm so close..."

She felt him pull back for a moment, disengaging their lower bodies.  She wondered if he was trying to tease her. But then he was back, and after a second, Alice realized his cock was no longer in the confines of her shorts...it was bumping directly against her wet, panty-covered pussy.

She gasped as he pushed forward, sliding his hardness against her soaked crotch. It was overwhelmingly intimate, and she felt a rush of desire so powerful it almost brought her to orgasm on the spot. He was gentle at first, rocking his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts, but as the music picked up and their bodies moved together, he grew more forceful. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped into her.

"I can feel your juices on my dick. You're so wet."

His words sent a shiver through her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him as he thrust harder and faster, their hips slapping together in perfect rhythm. The friction was unbearable, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. The air in the room seemed to crackle with desire as they moved together, lost in the sensation of their bodies joined in this forbidden dance.

Then she felt him dip his hips. It changed the angle and now his young cock felt like it was trying to push right through her panties up inside of her. The hot head was forcing her wet panties into her hole.

"Oh God, Jacob," she moaned, her voice shaking as she arched her back, pressing her aching sex against his hips. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that she could feel the orgasm building deep within her. Her body tensed, ready to explode as he continued to try to push into her, his hips moving faster and faster, forcing his tip inside of her with her panties.

Her pussy clenched around him, tightening as her release coursed through her. He groaned, his body tensing as he came as well, his thrusts growing even more urgent as he tried to force himself into her. Their skin was slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they clung to each other.

She felt his breath hot on her ear as he leaned forward, "It's like I am really doing you, Alice."

Alice let out a moan, her body still shuddering from the intense orgasm. She felt a new wave of desire build within her as he continued to hold her close, their bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. His lips brushed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Jacob we can't, I want to so bad, but we can't."

He knew he was partly inside of her, but the panties weren’t going to let him go further.  He was dying for release, but didn’t want to disappoint her.

He pulled back a little, but only to grab her hips, and move her closer to him, so that his hardness was still rubbing against her. Her panties were soaked and his cock was so hard.

"Cum on my penis, Auntie," he breathed against her.

Alice felt a shudder run through her body as he spoke, her own desire heightening at the intimacy of the moment. She arched her back, pressing herself against him as he continued to rub his hardness against her. His hips rocked forward, driving his cock deeper into the soaked satin of her panties, and she cried out as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Her muscles tightened, her inner walls clenching around the material and hard, hot flesh under it even as her body trembled on the...