This story takes place back in 1980 and involved a young man named Lance Bowman, an 18 year old lad about to graduate from high school, and his Mom's sister Kay, who came to babysit that spring when Lance's mother was hospitalized once again for the recurring health problems which would eventually take her life.
The babysitting was actually for Lance's kid sister Emma, because Lance was a very trustworthy lad who could take care of himself. Lance was fine with that, because he was very fond of his Aunt Kay and the idea of having her around for a few days made him very happy indeed.
Lance's father, seldom seen since divorcing Lance's mother, was fine with that too since he hadn't had much to do with his son and daughter in recent years, and that was just as well in Lance's mind.
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Kay Lansing sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room of her sister's house, clad in a plain white nightgown, and as she sat there with only the faint glow of the nightlight providing illumination, she stared at the doorknob and waited for it to turn.
She knew it would turn, and while she tried to convince herself that she didn't want the door knob to turn and for her nocturnal visitor to enter, the middle-aged divorcee knew she was only kidding herself, and not doing it very well either.
Kay Lansing had no one else to blame for herself, because she was the one who had started it. She had been the one to corrupt her nephew, who up until then had been happy to try to look down her blouse or jerk off up in his bedroom while watching her sun herself in the yard.
It was that very thing that that started all this, because if it wasn't for her going upstairs to get some sun-tan lotion she would never have seen her nephew peeking out the blinds looking out in the yard for her, his cock in his fist, slowly stroking himself while trying to see where his aunt was.
Lance had turned around when he heard his Aunt Kay gasp, and then when he saw that his bedroom door was slightly ajar and that what he was doing was obvious, he ran over and slammed the door. Kay felt helpless out in the hall as she could hear her nephew sobbing on the other side.
For Kay Lansing, that moment was an eyeopener, because when she saw what little Lance had in his hand, he realized that little Lance was not little anymore - not chronologically and certainly not physically.
"I can see why they named you Lance," Kay remembered saying when she went into his bedroom after everyone had gone to sleep, and after reassuring him and telling him that it was okay - what she had caught him doing was not only perfectly normal for a young lad, she was flattered that he found her that attractive.
In reality, Kay knew very well that she wasn't all that pretty any more, becoming a little chubby in middle age, and what had really aroused young Lance was her breasts, which is where most of the 25 pounds she had gained later in life had gone.
Strange that while noticing most men staring at her over-sized bosom made her skin crawl, for whatever reason having Lance ogle her was different. His stare was that of a young innocent, which is what he was until that night in his bed.
Lance had said that he didn't know how to do anything, and while that was true at first, he was a very quick learner, and in addition to being incredibly well endowed was insatiable as well. Kay soon found out that although Lance was probably behind the curve sexually for a guy his age, he made up for it fast.
It was wrong, Kay had told him more than once. Aunt and nephews weren't supposed to love each other like this, and she had told him over and over that this would be the last time. No more, but with each clandestine meeting, he became more demanding, until he was clear that the tables had turned and she was no longer in charge.
"You know you want it," Lance would say, wagging his cock lewdly at her, and while he never came out and said it would ever get out, the fact that if his mother ever found out about what her sister had done with her son, it would destroy her and their relationship.
Even without that leverage Lance had over her, Kay knew that her nephew was right. She did want it, and it went beyond the fact that Lance was breathtakingly well hung. It was the fact that what they were doing was so vile and so taboo that it made it even more exciting.
Certainly more thrilling than the dozen or so years she had spent having her worthless ex-husband sweating and slobbering over her when he wasn't screwing around behind her back. It was a blessing when he left her, and when her friend turned lover Marcie came into her life Kay had thought that she would never be with a man again. It was true, until Lance.
The thought that nearly two decades ago Kay had been helping give Lance baths and powdering his little bottom, never even considering that 18 years later she would be sitting on the edge of a bed waiting for him to come in and do - well, whatever he wanted to do to her.
She was the elder, but Lance had the power, somehow figuring out her weaknesses and realizing that she was powerless to resist even though physically at about 5'6" and 140 pounds they were virtually the same size.
And now at the bottom of the door Kay saw the shadow of feet outside in the hall, and then the knob was turning. Lance had never knocked before, and this time was no exception. The door opened wide and there he stood, looking larger than his slight frame should as he stood silhouetted in the hall light for a moment before stepping inside.
"Waiting for somebody, Aunt Kay?" Lance said as he turned to close the door behind him, his voice high pitched, never really changing much, unlike some of the rest of his body.
"Did you lock it?" Kay asked. "If Emma..."
"She's sound asleep," Lance said as he moved toward the bed.
"But what if she..."
"It's locked Aunt Kay," Lance said as he inched toward his Aunt. "Been awhile - three weeks. I've missed you. Kinda dark in here, isn't it?"
Kay cringed as Lance turned the overhead light on to the lowest setting, the illumination making Kay cringe as it exposed the effect of her 49 years, but also making her nephew easier to see.
Unlike Kay, there were no extra pounds on his frame, which was virtually all exposed except for what his briefs kept hidden somewhat. Lance was wearing those tight white underwear that he favored, and someone built like that should wear boxer shorts, Kay thought, because those skimpy little briefs were ill equipped to contain what looked like a snake stuffed in there, his penis causing the cotton to bow out obscenely as his manhood arched toward his hip, the outline clearly visible through the cotton.
"Looks like you missed me too," Lance smirked, running his hand over the bulge which crept further over, and when his aunt reached out toward him Lance took a step back. "Easy now - anticipation, just like that new ketchup commercial. Did you see one that yet?"
"Yes," Kay said.
"You know who was asking about you?" Lance asked, and didn't wait for an answer. "Becky. You remember Becky, don't know?"
Kay nodded, recalling quite well earlier in the month when Lance had brought this young girl over to meet her at her own house. His introduction was not merely social, because it meant that Lance wanted to be in a threesome with his girlfriend and his aunt, and to her shame she had done everything Lance wanted.
"Becky sure remembers you," Lance said with a grin of his girlfriend, a tall skinny hippie girl with braces who Kay had thought unattractive until she had taken her clothes off and Kay saw what Lance saw in her.
"Is that where you went after you visited your Mom in the hospital?" Kay asked, regretting that Lance had found out about her lesbian relationship with Marcie, which had ended last year. "With Becky?"
"Yes," Lance said as he kept stroking the bulge on his briefs. "Want a reminder of what Becky's pussy tastes like, Aunt Kay? She wants to get together again, just the three of us."
"Please don't," Kay asked, unsure of whether she didn't want her because she felt she was corrupting the girl or didn't want to share Lance with anyone.
"Take the nightie off for me, Aunt Kay."
"Can you turn the light off, honey?" Kay asked, but Lance shook his head. "Down then?"
"We couldn't see each other then," Lance said. "That's half the fun - that's it - now don't sit back down. You know what I want you do now."
