Elizabeth Edwards, 58, was recently divorced after many years of a dreary, unhappy, and sexless marriage. She had decided to celebrate by traveling, and was visiting her younger sister, Samantha.
Samantha was also divorced and had invited Elizabeth to stay as long as she liked, even though Samantha had a demanding job as a paralegal at a local law firm that required her to put in long hours at the office. While Elizabeth had never had children, Samantha had a son, Steve, who was 18 and a college freshman. Elizabeth had known Steve since he was a small child, and she thought he was growing into a fine, handsome young man. Steve was home on break from school, so he and Elizabeth often found themselves alone in the house while Samantha was at work.
Elizabeth couldn't remember when she had last had male companionship or even dated, and she found herself wondering about Steve, thinking he was rather sexy for such a young boy and also wondering why he was so shy. Perhaps, she pondered, he didn't have any experience with girls. She thought he might yet be a virgin, and found herself having naughty thoughts about him at night when she was alone in bed.
She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind, reminding herself that Steve was her sister's son and it was wrong, but that didn't help.
Elizabeth was blessed with a very buxom figure, and she had always been proud of her large breasts, which measured 44F and made it difficult to find bras and lingerie to fit. She wasn't certain, but she thought she noticed young Steve looking at her massive bosom when he thought nobody was looking.
One morning after Samantha had gone to work, Elizabeth decided to confront Steve about his behavior. She was not sure what, if anything, she expected to come of it, but she was overcome with curiosity as to whether Steve was doing she thought he was doing.
Elizabeth had just finished in the shower but was still in her bra, panties, and silk robe when she came into the kitchen and saw Steve eating breakfast. She felt that this would be her best chance to talk to him, before he went out for the day, and she thought it would be best to chat face-to-face in a comfortable setting.
"Good morning, Steve," she said. "Would you mind joining me in the living room for a moment? There's something I have been meaning to ask you."
"OK, sure, Aunt Elizabeth," he replied. "What's up?"
"Come, let's sit over here on the couch where it's comfortable," she said, taking a seat and motioning for him to join her.
Steve sat down next to her, and she immediately felt his eyes on her chest. "What's up?" he asked.
"We need to talk," she said. "It's about what you've been doing ever since I arrived last week, and you're doing it right now."
"What's that, Aunt Elizabeth?" he asked nervously.
"It's where you're looking. My eyes are up here, young man," she said. "You can't take your eyes off my chest, can you?"
"W-what d-do you m-mean, Aunt Elizabeth?" Steve replied. Now he was really nervous, realizing that his secret was out.
"I mean why are you always staring at me as if you want to see my breasts?" she asked. "I am your aunt and you shouldn't be looking at me like that!"
"You can't help yourself, can you?" Elizabeth continued. "But why me? I'm even older than your mom. You should be interested in girls your age."
