1. Young Nephew


    Date: 2/4/2015, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to them whisper to her friend in English, "Pssst, Helen -- don't be obvious about it, but look at the size of the thing between that boy's legs!" She lingered at the shoreline until sufficient time had passed for Tristan's embarrassing 'swelling' to abate. Clearly relieved, he emerged a few minutes later and the two of them made their way back. When at one point Tristan briefly slipped his hand into hers, she didn't know whether it was the European in him or a sign of deeper portent. Regardless, his gentle touch elicited a warm shiver, and she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. Later that evening came the news that Grace and her husband were planning a four day excursion of their own to Madrid the next morning. Grace seemed a bit puzzled by her s****r's reaction to the news -- that perhaps it wasn't a very good idea. But she assured her that Tristan would be fine on his own in their guest house for a few days, and that they needed a little time on their own. In truth, Doris found the thought of she and her nephew left alone dangerously alluring. So much so that she had tried several times to convince her s****r not to leave. But Doris's argument made no sense to her s****r and they persisted with their plans. When she bade Grace and Michel goodbye the next morning, Doris felt a mixture of wariness and excitement -- like boarding a train not knowing what the final destination might be. The only thing she WAS sure of was that the thoughts and feelings she harboured ...
    for her nephew were both strictly forbidden ... and deeply beguiling. The morning passed without incident, then early afternoon. As the hot Spanish sun began its first, late afternoon move towards early sunset, Doris spotted Tristan through the vented shutters of her suite, wandering back from the beach. He had his swimsuit on again, but looked so beautiful still; so sexy and windswept. Doris might have swooned were it not for the fact that the same woman that had joined Tristan in the water the day before was walking next to him again. She was indeed roughly her age; rather handsome-featured, with a lovely figure. It was clear to Doris that the woman was rather taken with the young boy. Tristan's pleasant and innocent demeanour, and sweet manners, made it difficult to tell whether he felt the same way or was even aware of the woman's doubtless lustful interest. But seeing them together, apparently talking quite happily, f***ed Doris to acknowledge a twinge of jealousy. Something about that realization wore down her last shreds of familial morality, discretion, and restraint, and she found herself reaching for her mobile phone; heard herself inviting her very young nephew out for a candlelit dinner later that evening ... Later, the dusky, early evening sun was still sufficient for her to dress for dinner without having to turn on a light. In her mirror, the black panties (drops of perfume in the front panel) contrasted starkly with her smooth, bronzed skin. They were delicate ...
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