Semua Bab Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires: Bab 111 - Bab 115

Elise’s POVMy name is Elise. At forty-four, I've built a life I'm proud of. I have a successful career as a lawyer, a lovely home, and two children who are, for the most part, the center of my world.I’ve been a widow for sixteen years, and in that time, I’ve filled the absence Jake left behind with work and family. My daughter, Cassia, is away at college, she's usually full of energy and excitement, and only calls on the phone to check in occasionally. My son, Ben, just turned eighteen. He’s a sweet and shy boy who prefers playing video games to having conversations.Ben has always been the quieter one in the family. While Cassia kept me on my toes with her late-night parties and boyfriends I wasn’t thrilled about, Ben would be in his room, creating fantasy worlds in video games or having movie nights with his three equally nerdy friends. I adore him for his gentle spirit and sharp mind, but I can’t help but worry. He’s never had a girlfriend.His social life revolved around ‘call o

Elise’s POVThe next day, I called in "sick." I needed a day to think, to plan. My obsession had fully crystallised. I wasn't just curious anymore. I wanted him. I wanted to make his fantasy real. I wanted to feel that dominant, hungry energy directed at me.The thought of submitting to him, my own nephew, was the most terrifying and exciting idea l'd entertained in sixteen years.I spent the morning reading more stories, learning the patterns, the kinks. The common threads were submission, stockings (which I noted), and the nephew taking control. I fingered myself to a quick, hard orgasm thinking about it, my cries muffled by a pillow.In the afternoon, I went shopping. I bought a few new things. Lingerie and two pairs of sheer, black thigh-high stockings.When Leo and Ben came home from a movie, I was in the kitchen, making lasagna. l'd changed into a simple cream-colored sweater and a knee-length tan skirt. And I was wearing one of the new pairs of stockings.

Elise’s POVI didn't sleep much that night. Nerves and anticipation twisted in my gut. Was I really going to do this? Cross a line there was no coming back from?But every time I thought of backing out I remembered the look in his eyes when he'd been caught. The heat of his hand on my foot. The sound of my name on his lips as he came. The deep, submissive ache in my core that had been silent for so long and was now screaming to be filled.Yes. I was going to do it.The next day, I cleared my schedule. I told Ben I had a long off-site meeting and he should hang out with friends. I gave Leo a vague excuse about needing to prepare for a big open house.Once I was alone, I took a long, careful shower. I shaved everything smooth. I moisturized my skin until it gleamed. I didn't put on any clothes. Instead, I tied a silky, short kimono-style robe around myself. It was deep red, and it covered very little. The front gaped open when I moved, and it barely reached mid-thi