Fucking the Feminism Out.

I fuck the feminism out of my nephew. And got a reward.

Based on a post by DangerHunt69. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I should have never let my nephew go off to college. They poisoned his mind with their talk of women's equality, which was really a claim of women being identical, if not superior to men.

Now I hardly recognize him. I didn't notice it at first, but after two years in college its become obvious. Raising our nephew since he was 5, his uncle and I taught him that it was a woman's role to keep the home while her man provided for her, and kept her happy. I wonder how long until he turns his back on his faith, too? I need to do something.

"Marge! You want to fuck Robert? Why the hell would you think that's a good idea?" My husband asked, more stunned than angry.

"Eugene, He needs to be shown that it's a woman's submissive role; to assist and submit to her man, not the other way around." I argued.

"I mean, yeah; but this seems pretty fucking drastic. He's my late sister's son?" Eugene was confused.

"You'd rather our nephew becomes a pussy-whipped liberal? Fuck, the way he was talking last night, I think he already is!"

"And your solution is that having sex with him, is somehow going to fix all that? Darling, I'm not so sure your solution is wise."

"All he needs is an intense role-modeling. A traditional woman providing submissive pussy on a consistent basis; and the example of a lady cooking, cleaning, and encouraging him every day, so he'll get used to it! Once he sees the value and harmony of a woman to care for him well, we'll have rescued him from a lonely life of submission to hostile dominant women!"

"And I'm just suppose to stand by and let you fuck our nephew? Is that fair to me?"

"Fair? You want to be fair? How many affairs have you had, Eugene? How many times have I come home with bags of groceries; to find a slut in our bed?"

"I already gone to confession. Admitted my sins to the lord. I've been forgiven! But have you really forgiven me, Marge?"

"Too many times, Eugene; too many times. You're going to let me show my nephew a woman's place is in the kitchen, and on her back. Caring for her man, and caring for his babies. You've fucked a half-dozen whores, at least. And for your own pleasure. I'm doing this to save our nephew's soul."

"And if I don't agree?" Eugene challenged.

"Then I'm gonna tell those women's husbands what you've done. Not just the priest this time."

"Whatever. Fine, just don't do it with Robert when I'm in the house."

Toxic With Testosterone.

The issue first came up when I was reading some of his lecture notes, from a summer semester class. He had to retake a sociology class.

Eugene and I were paying crazy high tuition for these feminists to poison young people with their militant feminist nonsense.

I started my quest to save my nephew with simple dialogue and reason. Here's how it started.

A Dinner Plan.

One day while my nephew was out working his summer job I made a three course Italian meal. While the lasagna was slowly cooking in the oven, my nephew came home and wandered into the kitchen. I was preparing the cannolis.

"Looks good, Aunt Marge. I remember when I was little, Mom made some at Easter! I haven't had her treats since she and dad got in the highway accident. Need some help?"

"No, my sweet handsome man. Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a beer? The baseball game's starting soon."

"Eh, I'm not really much of a baseball guy. I'd much rather help you in here."

"Rob, my darling, a good woman's place is managing the kitchen. You should have some relaxation. You worked really hard, today!"

"But I"

"Please, I insist."

"Okay auntie." My nephew said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving to sit with his uncle in the living room.

Good. That's a good small start. I thought to myself. But how am I going to escalate this; If this is going to work. I'm going to have to convince him to have sex with me, eventually.

A few hours later, the four of us sat down at the table and had dinner. Kim, my niece, was picky and only ate half of what I cooked (as usual) and excused herself by the time the dessert came out.

"I made cannolis! I hope everyone likes them, I made them with love."

"They look really good, aunt Marge!" My nephew said moments before happily scarfing his down.

"I bet at college, you're used to making the girls into a different kind of cannoli made with love!"

"Marge, please! I'm trying to eat!" My cheating lecher of a husband belted, with half a cannoli in his mouth.

"Ha ha ha, well, you know." My nephew's face turned red.

"Know what?" I inquired.

"Gotta use protection, if you do get to; and continually ask for her consent. No cannolis here." He was clearly uncomfortable.

So he was using condoms? Back in my day, men didn't bother with that sort of thing. If I was going to turn my nephew into a real man, I was going to need to do something about that.

The next day, or the next night, rather; my nephew, niece and I; sat down to watch a movie. Who the fuck knows where my faithful husband was, probably out whoring again.

I deliberately picked out the steamiest movie I could think of while still maintaining plausible deniability. It was no Backdoor Sluts Nine, but I figured Red Mother (or whatever the fuck it was called) would be spicy enough, based on the IMDB parents guide. While watching the movie I made sure to make a few choice comments.

"Wow, Jennifer Lawrence sure has some nice tits, huh?"

"Sure." Kim half questioned my comment.

"Yeah, they're nice." Rob finally acknowledged.

"Yeah, mine used to be just like that too. But they're still perky. Do you see any nice racks like that at college, Rob?"

"Aunt Marge! Gross." Kim blurted, then walked away.

"Ha ha ha; um maybe?

"What are you, gay?" I blurted out.

I got scolded by a female professor for what she called 'ogling'. They made me go to a lecture on how to look only at a woman's face, actually."

“You're not allowed to observe women's bodies?” I was stunned.

"No, I just think that women deserve respect, and are more than just their bodies."

“So you're mandated re-education dictates that you not notice their bodies. Pretend they're not even a body?”

“Sort of.” Rob confirmed.

Well that was a total failure! I thought to myself. I needed to find another way, a pressure point. It sure doesn't sound like he's getting laid, if you ask me. Maybe if I dress more provocatively, I can get to him that way. Then once he's in my bed, he'll be more pliable and fall under my traditional influence? I'll have to fuck the feminism out of him.

That's when I invoked my final strategy. Eugene whined about it and finally consented when I made reference to his own unorthodoxy.

I spent the next weekend picking out new clothes at the mall. Not just lingerie and skimpy underwear, but tank tops and booty shorts too. This needed to be a slow burn, like boiling a frog. I did buy a pink G-string though, that I would wear once it happened. In fact, most of what I bought was red, white, pink, or purple. I feel like those are the submissive feminine colors.

Twice that week, Eugene came in late, with pussy smell on his cock and underwear. That settled my resolve to move forward and make young Robert into a good man. A masculine man.

After my little shopping spree, I started to wear dixie shorts and a tank top around the house. Rob never said anything, but I've noticed that his gaze tends to linger longer now. Which is good! I need him to start seeing me as a sex object, rather than his mother. After a brainstorming session, I decided on my next move! I would take on topless sunbathing as a hobby and request an oil massage. It was just sensual enough to move the needle, but not enough to seem inappropriate. It's all about plausible deniability!

I bought a chaise lounge chair and started to sunbathe in our fenced in backyard. I timed my sunbathing so that I would be outside when my nephew came home from his part-time summer job. Being the good boy that he is, he'd come outback to talk to me and tell me about his day. The first day I just let him notice that I was laying on my stomach, without a top. But the second day I made my move.

"Oh good, you're back!" I said, flipping my sunglasses up to peer at my handsome nephew.

"Yeah, they only scheduled me for four hours today, so things were pretty light and easy."

"Well that's good!" I paused for a second. "Hey, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I think I'm starting to burn up again, could you reapply my tanning lotion?" I said, pointing forward to the bottle.

"Um, sure!"

My nephew then grabbed the bottle and squirted a little on his hand to rub on my back. God, I can't wait until he's squirting on my back. He then rubbed the lotion up and down against my naked back.

"Hey, don't forget to get my sides, okay? and don't be shy."

I had him right where I wanted him. For an Italian woman, my tits are actually pretty big. So while he was rubbing my back I knew that he could see the sides of my boobs bulging out from underneath me. Now that he's rubbing my sides, I can feel his hands getting dangerously close to his auntie's cantaloupes. It felt so good having him rubbing me.

I wanted to moan. But not yet. I can't ruin things. This was good enough for now, but next time I'll be escalating things. Can't go to fast, too soon.

"That's good! Thank you Rob." I said, smiling. Just knowing I'd left him wanting more.

A couple days passed and my nephew and I were back in the same situation we had found ourselves in before, only this time I would take things one step further. Things started off with me asking him again, after he got home from work; and then him rubbing my back again, only this time once he was done, I turned over.

"Oh gosh, sorry!" He trembled.

"No, it's okay! You can look, they're just boobs."

He turned to look in the other direction. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Darling!" I laughed. "I actually have a little bit of a request."

"What?"

"You see, auntie's felt a little insecure since she turned 40 last year, and well; I kinda want you to take a look at my tits and tell me what you think."

"What?"

"It's okay!” I said as I sat up and adjusted the backrest to support my back. “I just know that you've probably been seeing some boobs in college, and I just want to know how I stack up is all! I wanna know if auntie's still got it!"

"I don't know if that's okay."

"It is okay! I'm telling you it's okay!"

"Are you sure?" My nephew started to turn his head in my direction.

"Positive. If a woman says it's okay, then you shouldn't insult her."

Rob then took a full look at me, topless in all my glory. I must admit, I told a lie. Even though I'm forty and perhaps had a wrinkle or two from all the time I spent out in the sun; not a centimeter of sag in sight.

"They look, um good. Very nice!"

"Oh, you think so?" I said cheerfully, feigning as if that had lifted my spirits.

"Yeah! They look good. I like, I like, um;"

"It's okay!" I reassured my nephew. "You can tell me how you really feel."

"Well I like how your nipples look, they're all cute and small, but they pop out like big pencil erasers."

"Thanks! Aw you're so sweet!"

I then got up and gave my nephew a hug, squeezing my bare tits against his muscular chest.

"So I stack up pretty good against those little sluts you're banging in college?"

"Haha I wouldn't put it like that! I didn't bang anyone. They've just taken control of their sexuality is all.”

“You've been with a girl, but not in her?” I inquired.

Well they change their mind after I, um; go down on them. They get tremors and pant and scream, but after that they say they need to rest, and tell me to leave.” Rob explained.

“Selfish Feminist assholes!” I blurted out. “Don't ever let a woman be that selfish, Rob. Find a woman who wants you to be pleased. Then please her so she'll be wanting to please you even more. Now, tell me, are my tit's nice and big for you?”

But yes, your boobs are just as nice as theirs. Maybe actually larger."

"They're really firm too, wanna feel em'?"

"Um, sure! Might as well."

Rob then gave a full squeeze to one of my big melons. "Go ahead! And don't forget the other one too! She's lonely." It felt so nice to have a man enjoying my body again.

"But going back to what I was saying, any woman that lets a man touch her, or inside of her before marriage is a slut. I know what it's like to be a young woman and to have a little coochie that you just want to shove everything inside of. But trust me, those women are hoes. Those women just use equal rights and all that silly stuff, as an excuse to be little skanks and sleep around."

"I disagree." Rob said, letting go of my tit. "I think that for a long time women have been shamed for having the exact same natural bodily urges as men. Yet somehow when a man does it, its okay?"

"Men can't get pregnant darling. Women have a higher responsibility than men."

"Well with birth control and stuff, it's not like women are randomly getting pregnant either."

"You poor, poor thing. You've never experienced real sex until you've done it the way god intended it. No barriers and no hormones. If a woman can't get pregnant, it pales in comparison to real, bare sex. What those little college sluts are doing, is just humping."

"Ew ew, okay gross. And they're not sluts, they're women."

Maybe egging him on was working? Maybe this was how I would get him in my bed.

"No woman who respects herself would let a man do that to her without a guarantee from that man, that he'd support her."

"They don't 'let me' do it to them!"

"Oh they don't, do they?" I showed sensitivity for his sexual frustration.

"This is embarrassing,” Rob blurted out. “I'm done talking about this!"

Rob then stormed off and went side the house while I grabbed my bikini top to cover myself. I forgot I had been arguing topless this whole time, my tits just swaying in the wind. Maybe egging him on wouldn't be good enough. I needed something extra to make him warm up to the idea, comfort him. My nephew has too many inhibitions.

Another week past; and after thinking it over, I've figured out the best path forward. My friend, Lucy had to get rid of her husband's Viagra, when he had to seek emergency medical help for a boner that wouldn't deflate. I asked her to let me have it. Little did she know that my lying husband was getting it up for every pussy who'd let him.

I cook most of my nephew's meals already, so I figured if I started making every single one of his evening meals and slipping Viagra into his water or wine, that his auntie would start seeming a lot more helpful now. I'd always heard people say, "The best pussy, is the closest pussy."

Meanwhile, I would start to dress even more scantily. Goodbye dixie shorts and tank tops and hello satin robe, bra, and panties! Walking around the house in my undies wasn't really something I was used to, but I mean it's not like my nephew could really get too upset with me for it. After all, its "my body" right? If I want my ass and tits in my nephew's face, that's my right!

The Viagra plan was working a bit too well. Every evening I would make him dinner, and then parade around the house all sexy while he sported a major erection in the living room, while watching TV together.

Eventually, after a while; he would excuse himself, presumably to masturbate. He was only 20, so it's not like it wasn't already super easy for him to get hard, but I needed him to associate auntie with his dick getting hard.

Gosh, now that I think of it, I was Rob's age, 20, when Eugene's sister had him. Crazy how time flies. And God what a big cock, Rob's looks to be! I had no idea my nephew had such a fucking huge sausage in his pants. Mind you, I can only see it in his shorts, but based on the outline of the thing, he must be at least 8 inches!

Funny enough, my niece, Kim; didn't seem to bothered by my new choice of wardrobe. She asked me once about it, and I just said it was "more freeing" and she totally bought it. Maybe she'll start doing the same, who knows.

That night, Eugene came home late, his breath smelling of whiskey, but his cock smelling like strange pussy, again.

Eventually the day came and I was nervous. I needed this to go well. At dinner, after Rob finished his first glass of wine, I handed him a second without even asking; but he downed the whole thing just the same. Good. I thought. I needed him to let go of his inhibitions, with a little bit of dissolved Viagra to help, of course. Not that Rob can't perform. I've cleaned up enough cum on his bed to know he's capable. But I need him capable for multiple loads of cum, tonight. One day he's going to just see women as eager to have her man to put his cock in her often, and cook for him; and that transformation starts today.

After dinner, the whole family, except my husband; who "went out drinking with his friends", sat down to watch a movie. After maybe 30 minutes, little Kim got bored and left, leaving just Rob and me.

I looked over and could see him squirming.

"Be back in just a minute!" I said, excusing myself.

I then slipped into my room for a quick wardrobe change. I threw off my low-cut top that was showing off plenty of cleavage and my short shorts to change into a matching lacy set. A lacy pink thong and bra.

When I returned, I could see him on the couch closely paying attention to the movie. I sat next to him on the couch, to his left.

See, I didn't pick just any movie. I chose the hottest, most unexpectedly steamy movie of all time: Back to the Future! I know, I know it doesn't technically have a sex scene; but before a key scene came up, I asked Marty to hand me the remote, sitting on the coffee table. He reached, then handed it to me, but now my right arm was around his shoulder. I turned up the volume just in time when Marty McFly gets in the car with his mom and she kisses him. That makes me feel so horny, I can feel myself starting to get wet.

I slipped my left hand down into my undies and sure enough, I am. With my nephew in one hand and my pussy in the other, I start to play with my clit. Slowly at first, so slowly I don't think he noticed, then I started flicking a bit faster.

By this time Rob definitely noticed me playing with myself but with my arm around him, I wasn't going to let him escape.

"You know honey, I haven't been dressing like this just for myself. I want your approval.

"Huh? You want my, approval?"

"Every woman wants a man's approval. And for me, that man is you."

"I don't understand."

"I just want you to think I'm a 'cool aunt'. I can be a cool girl for you."

"You're my aunt. You're not a girl. And you're cool the way you are."

"I'm a woman, yes, but women were made for men. And I was made to be a woman, for you."

"What about uncle?" He let out the loudest whisper I'd ever heard.

"Your uncle is a struggling with sin. He's been player. He doesn't love me enough, anymore. And I need to be loved. I'm sure you understand. Every woman needs a man to love her."

"Okay. But me?"

"You're the only other man I've ever loved, and I want to love you for a brief moment before some other woman gets you for the rest of your life."

I kissed his neck; and when that left him still paralyzed, I slithered my tongue into his ear. That worked like a charm.

My hand found the bulge of his cock. At first rubbing it through the fabric of his basketball shorts, then stroking it gently. I took his right hand and placed it on my tit. I unhooked my pink bra and my tits plopped out. My nipples were so hard and pointed they looked like they could cut glass.

My nephew instinctively knew where his mouth needed to go. Almost like a primeval instinct had awoken inside him. He had a familiarity, like he felt comforted by the act of suckling on auntie's nipples. I moaned as Rob ran his tongue around and around my areola. Its been such a long time since I had someone sucking my nipples.

My nephew slipped a hand inside my pink thong and massaged my pussy, gently slipping a finger inside me. God I'm so wet. It wasn't long before a second finger slid along my clit. My good feminist boy was finger fucking his auntie.

"Hmm."

"Am I doing good?" Rob asked.

"You're doing really good, like a man."

"You looked so hot, uh, beautiful; I mean, in that pink bra. I just could, uh, couldn't help myself."

"Robert Lorenzo Verdi, I need you to fuck me. Fuck auntie now."

I laid back on the throw pillow, by the armrest, pulling his arms over me. As he complied, I grabbed his waist and pushed his shorts down, freeing his ultra hard Viagra erection. I raised my legs up and flung off my dripping thong. Then I pivoted as I grabbed him by his thick purple cock, and pulled him between my spread legs. His hard purple cock inches from my swollen sopping pussy. he waited for me to make a move.

"Auntie; are you sure?"

"Yes, Rob. You don't ever need to ask auntie's consent; you always have it. I need to be fucked, and now I need you to be the one doing it."

"Okay. Let's do it." Rob grinned. He was finally given permission to be a man. To lead, to seduce, to fuck a woman.

"Let auntie guide you in."

I pulled my nephew forward, his massive 8 inch cock rubbing up against my outer lips.

I slowly inserted the head, his turgid phallus pressed like a wedge as he was pushing apart my lips. Rob then began to move his full length in and then out of me, just short of pulling out the head.

"Rob, your cock is so thick. God! I love you, big man."

Rob rested his left arm on the armrest, to support his body over me. His masculin aroma had me in a trance of being taken by his will. He used his right thumb to rub my clit while he increased the speed of his thrusts. Eventually, his balls hit my ass so hard it created a slapping sound. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second.

"Yeah, oh yeah! Fuck me!" I urged him on.

He kept rubbing my clit as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Faster!" I moaned, feeling my orgasm building.

I was sweating so much, sweat running down my stomach and onto my thighs. I hadn't been fucked that hard since my 21st birthday party.

"Oh my god, Rob, I'm cumming, you amazing man!" I screamed as a wave of pleasure started in my crouch and spread out to the rest of my body.

I grabbed my nephew's ass cheeks and pulled him into me until his fat cock reached the deep end of my vagina.

My orgasm subsided. I loosened my grip on his ass and he relaxed my body, closing my eyes. I was no longer his auntie, only his sex doll.

I just laid there, silent, dazed from my orgasm for a minute or two until I regained my senses. I then opened my eyes and stared my nephew right in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Baby, I need you to pull out and cum on auntie's stomach. I'm not on birth control. Please baby, pull out."

Luckily, he did. Rob pulled out his cock from my cunt. I reached both hands down; one hand on his shaft and the other fondled his balls. He quickly a made a big white sticky mess all over my tummy.

"You're such a good lover, Rob. Remember, we can do this whenever you want. If auntie's not in the mood, just kiss me on the neck and grab my ass. Make me in the mood."

Getting home from a long afternoon of errands, I plopped down in bed, exhausted and quickly drifted off into sleep. What couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes later I awoke with hands massaging my ass through my yoga pants and kisses in the small of my back.

"I love you auntie." I heard whispered in my ear.

"I love you too, big man." I mumbled, half-asleep.

"Auntie, can I have some pussy?"

"Yes, big guy. You know you don't have to ask." I responded before burying my head in a pillow. I was exhausted, so hopefully this wouldn't take long.

I felt my nephew's hands start to tug at my pants and slowly pull them down my legs and off my body as I laid in bed. Next, he started to massage and grip my ass through my sheer stretch thong. I was not dressed up for a sexy occasion. After a few more kisses on my back, he kissed me on the neck.

"I love you, auntie." Rob said, right before he pulled down my thong. I felt him spread my ass cheeks and probe me with his turgid cock, looking for my pussy. It didn't take him long until he was thrusting inside me again. I hopped this time would be quick, so that I could go back to my nap. I just laid there and let him do his business.

Eventually, it started to feel pretty good and I let out a soft moan or two. Encouraged by this, Rob began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, and fuck me with more rigor. His massive cock would slide out of me, only to plunge back and slam into the back wall of my vagina. It's a shame it took me this long into my life, to find such a devoted cock.

Not long after, I could hear Rob's moans grow louder, and could tell he was close. Previously, I had been just laying there, but I wanted to do something fun to push him over the edge.

He was lying on top of me, his hands slid under to cup my tits. His weight pressed down on me, calming my body into submission to his dominance.

I gave out an exaggerated moan, "Give auntie your cum, so you won't be tempted with those selfish girls. No 'accidents' for my baby boy until he gets married."

My nephew shot a wave of cum inside me. His seed filled my entire vagina. After he held me for a moment, his hard cock still inside me, he slid his cock out. He then took my panties from around my thighs and pulled them back up. Good man. I taught him well.

A few days later and I woke up in the morning with a pain in my stomach and an acute nausea. I ran to the bathroom and got sick over the toilet.

Oh yeah! that's right. I thought. I did let him cum in me. Oopsies.

A couple weeks past and I finally saw my husband again in the kitchen. By this time the morning sickness had gotten a lot worst and I could tell he knew.

"You disgust me." He growled.

"Thanks, nice to see you too." I smirked at him.

"I want a fucking divorce, Marge.”

"Good, I've wanted one for a while now." I replied, calmly.

"You're a sick fuck, you know that? Our own nephew!"

"I told you I was going to do it. I don't know why you're surprised, I'm a woman of my word. I devoted myself to your pleasure, and you gave it to so many other women, instead. You're the one setting a bad example to the children.” I declared.

Six months later, Kim got accepted at the Coast Guard academy and left for her summer training. Eugene and I settled and the divorce was final. And Rob and I moved out of the house and into an apartment in the city. I figured we'd be right at home among the sinners. That way Rob could live near campus and we'd live with some anonymity, far away from anyone that knows us.

The church folks wagged their long fingers, but I finally had a real man. I got to be a trad wife, and enjoy a devoted passionate marriage.

One evening, after Rob got home from class I approached him wearing a red thong and a matching see through nightgown. I had been feeling lonely and needed some attention. My belly was very round at this point.

I squeezed my swelling tits together.

"Hey sexy, you hungry?"

"Nah, I already ate lunch."

"Well then, maybe I could give you some milk to wash down dinner with?"

"Are you lactating, already?"

"Why don't you come and see?"

My nephew groped a tit with one hand, squeezing it, and slid up my nightie with the other. When he squeezed my tit, a little bit of milk squirted out.

"See, I told you. Wanna taste?"

With that, my nephew took me in his mouth and drank from my milk. I'd missed this.

It wasn't long before he was pulling off my thong, grabbing my thighs and spreading me apart. I was pretty well along in my pregnancy, so there were some positions I just couldn't do; at least not for very long.

He plunged his great big cock into me while I laid on my back. He thrust into me harder and harder. Almost as if he got a pleasure out of seeing me all big. He had a hand on each of my wrists and pinned me down on the bed.

Rob then placed a tit on his mouth and sucked the milk right out of me, all whilst pumping his cock in and out of my cunt.

"You like that, you horny momma?"

"Yeah!"

"You like it when your nephew fucks your loose pussy?"

"Yes, oh yes. Please don't stop." I moaned.

My nephew then put his hand over my mouth. "Silence, woman."

"Um, okay."

He was brutally fucking me, pushing in all 8 inches and pulling them out before ramming them right back in. I could feel him getting so deep I thought he might hit my cervix.

"Let auntie get up, I wanna try something new."

I sat up off my back, bent my elbows and lifted my ass and torso up off the bed. My stomach was heavy, but I didn't care. I was on all fours, inversely with my pregnant belly shooting up towards the ceiling. I lowered myself up and down on my nephew's cock and he thrust upwards.

As he fucked me, Rob put his thumb on my clit and started to rub me off.

"Who taught you that, the college whores?"

"Yeah. I love going down on those sluts."

"But you love fucking your auntie most of all, right?"

"Yeah!"

"You gonna let me bounce up and down on your thick cock? Squeezing your cum out with my hot pussy?"

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "Your hot wet pussy, yeah. You can make me cum."

"Okay. You're such a good fucker, I love my stud boy who loves his auntie's pussy."

"Just keep bouncing on my cock, bitch."

"I love you."

"Love you too. When I'm done, make me some dinner." he ordered.

I had done such a good job. My nephew no longer saw me as an aunt.

Even though I was already seven months pregnant, I liked to pretend like he was still impregnating me, every single time.

"Baby, I need you to stay inside and cum in auntie. I'm not on birth control. Please baby, cum in me, like you want to give me your child. I'll raise him for you. I'll cook, I'll clean. Please. You're all I have!"

What have I done? I'm now craving this young stud and his virile cock, his relentless stamina, and his attentiveness to my satisfaction.

I refuse to let him go. I want a faithful man, so I can be a faithful woman.

The company where Rob worked a summer internship, offered him a position managing some production sites and he settled down, providing like a man should.

We invited his kin folks over for holidays the next year, when we moved into our own home. Over the years, more and more of his family and mine would rejoin the gatherings and celebrate with our growing family.

We never sought approval, but appreciated the people who appreciated us.

Love grew, we raised 4 boys, who became men. Men who didn't apologize for just being men.

Based on a post by DangerHunt69, for Literotica.