Authors Note: This story involves the seduction of an eighteen-year-old man by his thirty-five-year-old aunt.
This is a very long, purely fictional story and all parties are adult aged. My stories tend to have a 'happily ever after/romance' vibe so if that's not appealing, please read no further.
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Eighteen-year-old James never considered his life abnormal in any way but since he'd only lived this one life, he didn't really know what normal was supposed to be like.
His parents divorced when he was four and he grew up with his dad who was a decent, loving person. He knew other kids with divorced parents, but his situation was different in that his mother died in a car accident shortly after the divorce.
While he had wonderful grandparents, James had no siblings or close cousins growing up. His Aunt Jenny was almost like a big sister or even a mom to him for a time, but she moved to New York when he was eight, leaving him alone with his dad.
His dad worked from home and used this situation to home school James, believing he could sculpt for him a better education and a more wholesome environment without the negative influences of a sometimes warped society. Aunt Jenny, his father's only sister, tried many times to convince him he was overly sheltering the boy, but the situation remained unchanged until James went off to college.
When he started looking into potential colleges at the age of sixteen, he liked the idea of being on the East Coast, closer to his Aunt Jenny, whom he hoped to see more often now that he was growing up and able to make decisions for himself.
He saw so little of her after she moved away but when he did, it was obvious she missed him and cared very deeply for him. The feeling was mutual.
A part of him had to admit that an underlying reason to pick an East Coast college was to get some geographical distance from his father who he now saw as controlling. His father strongly resisted the idea of him being so far away for some reason and when he reminded him that Aunt Jenny would be only a couple hours away, this seemed to make matters worse.
When it came time to tour colleges, he secretly reached out to Aunt Jenny for help, and she readily agreed. In a bit of subterfuge, he made the arrangements to fly out, claiming he would be with a friend and his parents, so his father accepted this. In reality, he had to convince his Aunt Jenny to cover for him by staying quiet. She agreed in the end, but it took some convincing.
The visit went extraordinarily well. He settled on applying to Emerson College in Boston and during his trip, Aunt Jenny confessed that she and his father had a strained relationship stemming from incidents many years ago. She would not go into detail but promised that one day she would.
Over the next couple of years, he found himself texting with Aunt Jenny regularly and calling when his father wasn't around to overhear. She offered good advice on any topic and was a nice ear when things were troubling him.
He found them connecting in a way he hadn't known in many years. Warm, open and nonjudgmental, he felt he could tell her anything. He only hoped that someday when he had a girlfriend, she might have qualities like her. At times, she almost felt like a mother to him, and he liked the thought of that very much.
Applying for scholarships at multiple places, the easy decision was Emerson College because they offered him a partial, yet generous, scholarship and because it was a prestigious school with an excellent program he liked. But in the back of his mind, he knew it would create opportunities to see Aunt Jenny more.
By the time James graduated high school at the age of eighteen, he had everything lined up to attend Emerson in the Fall. Although he'd be living on campus once term started, he really wanted to spend the summer in Boston beforehand getting to know the area.
His father wasn't very happy when he chose Emerson, but he couldn't argue it was a fine school with a fine program and the scholarship offer brought the out-of-pocket costs down lower than any other lesser school he might have accepted.
When he told Aunt Jenny the good news, she shocked him by offering to let him stay with her during the summer. A schoolteacher by trade, she'd have the summer off as well and promised him a great time showing him around the Big Apple before sending him off to college.
James badly wanted to accept but he reminded her that the only way his father might agree was if he lied and claimed to be staying in Boston instead. Once again, she shocked him by saying she would keep quiet if he chose to stay with her. When he chewed on the idea, she even threw out a few suggestions to make the deception work smoothly.
Surprisingly, his father reluctantly agreed to the idea of him renting a room in Boston for the summer, but James pushed heavily for this and strongly implied he didn't need permission now that he was eighteen.
The death of his mother provided him a modest life insurance premium which he now had access to since turning eighteen. He made it a point, at Aunt Jenny's suggestion, to remove his father's power of attorney off the bank account so he could spend without his father being able to track everything.
Furthermore, Aunt Jenny opened a post office box at a business to give him an official Boston address and receive any mail his father might send. Being on the West Coast, it was unlikely his father would make the trip out there anytime in the next three months and should he ever search the address on the Internet, James planned to tell him he was renting a room in an apartment above the business which was not all that unusual in the overcrowded city.
The day after he graduated high school, James said his goodbyes and flew out to Boston with little more than a large duffel bag full of clothes. Unbeknownst to his father, he caught a connecting flight to JFK from there where his Aunt Jenny met him.
Two years prior, he met up with her when he was touring colleges, and he found her at the time to be extremely attractive and even appealing. But seeing her today felt very different. She seemed more alluring than he remembered and when she hugged him tightly, he found himself quite aroused.
Jenny knew immediately from the look in his eyes that James found her desirable. Most men did, but James was only eighteen and like all young guys his age, his thoughts were consumed with girls. She thought she detected some of that on his visit two years prior but now, he seemed like a powder keg, ready to blow.
Jenny decided months back that James needed some distance from his conservative, and even frigid, father so she concocted a plan to convince him to live with her for the Summer so she could help prepare him for his new life off at college. She knew he'd need to come out of his shell more and grow as a man if he hoped to be successful. Especially with the fast moving college girls.
Jenny assumed he was still a virgin and if all went as planned, she'd get one of her slutty, single friends to pop his cherry by the end of summer.
At first, she felt guilty helping her nephew deceive his father, but in the end, she believed she was doing more good than harm and he was an adult now, after all. If his father had been less controlling, it never would have come to this in the first place, she kept telling herself.
As she saw him disembark and make his way toward her, she thought she noticed a bulge growing in his pants. Giving him a long, warm hug while rubbing his back, she definitely could see it was noticeably more pronounced as they pulled apart. When he tried to discreetly readjust himself, there could no longer be any doubt. She turned him on. Reflecting on her big plan for him, she decided his attraction to her could decidedly work in her favor.
The idea of getting her nephew turned on actually made her a little moist as well, she realized, and she tried to remind herself not to let things get out of hand. Impulse control had always been something she struggled with. So much so that she even started seeing a counselor a year prior.
There was one variable that could not be predicted, nor eliminated, she reasoned. She was due to begin ovulating and she learned long ago that two things occurred when she was about to enter this stage of peak fertility; One, men in her vicinity seemed to noticeably detect her lushness, if only subconsciously, and two, she generally found herself exceptionally horny for more than a week which caused her to play into the first more often than she might otherwise.
Today was a good example of her carnal urges overriding her judgment and controlling her behavior. She had already used her vibrator twice today and it barely helped her cool off. When she got ready to head to the airport, she deliberately chose slutty attire knowing guys would be fantasizing about her. If she had to go around feeling this way, she liked the idea that every man in her vicinity would suffer along with her!
Her original plan had been to get James worked up and keep him that way as a means of softening him up. At some point, his resistance would fail, and she'd be able to talk to him about sex, relationships and his experience level or lack there of. From there, she could begin to offer meaningful advice, perhaps some education and if they truly reconnected as she hoped, he'd readily accept all her help.
Her plan would culminate when she eventually introduced him to one of her slutty friends who would deflower him before he went off to college. This assumed, of course, that he was still a virgin, but she was absolutely certain of that.
She hadn't planned on trying to seduce him personally but seeing him now, grown up and filled out, she realized she might have put herself into an overly tempting situation.
James was just under six feet tall, she figured, but he was trim and even a little muscular. He'd always been very cute, even as a baby, but she could easily see her cougar friends wanting a piece of him. She was even starting to want a piece of him, and they were still at the airport!
As he followed Aunt Jenny out of the terminal, he couldn't stop checking her out. He knew from texts that she turned thirty-five last week but she looked sizzling hot for a woman nearly twice his age. She was a few inches shorter than him at five and a half feet tall and he estimated her curvy body put her weight around a hundred and thirty pounds. While not model thin, she had a very pleasing body and a nicely shaped, apple ass.
She was a dark brunette and let her hair grow out since last he saw her and now it was neatly done in a ponytail going about half way down her back.
