My First Time

Fucking the Feminism Out

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

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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

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