It was a pleasure for Barbara Jean to prepare dinner for her nephew Erik and her sister. There was something she found especially attractive about him, and she wanted to push it as far as she could.

"What do you do for fun, Erik?" she asked, finishing her steak and pushing her plate aside, staring across the table right into his handsome blue eyes.

Christ, she thought, he's so fucking pretty. I'd just love to rip his shirt off and touch his skin, feel his fine pectorals, his waist. Shit! What I really want is to rip his pants off and get at his cock. It sure looked like a beauty, earlier, through his tight-fitting pants.

A virgin cock. There just has to be a way for me to get to it, to touch it.

Christ, to taste it, to feel it erect and firm up and slip it right up inside my old cunt and fuck the shit right out of him. He can handle it, I know he can. He just has to!

"Oh, not much," the handsome teen said.

"Your mother said you had a girlfriend, Erik," she said. "How do you get along with her?"

"What?" he said. "You mean Denise St. James. Hell, she's not my girlfriend. We just date is all."

"Oh, that'd be nice," Barbara said. "I'd like to teach you a few little tricks you can do, too."

"Well, I don't know…" the teen said, and then his mind filled in part of the picture for him and he realized she was talking dirty talk, as his mother called it, about sex things. His face abruptly flushed.