Face Cream

Well, there sure are different types of confessions on here. I don't feel so certifiable now. Mine's not much but here goes.

I'm a widow in my 40s with a grown nephew and niece (his wife). I was living with them for a few days late last month while my roof was being repaired due to a storm. My niece is the wild, say-anything type and has always made me uncomfortable, but my nephew's crazy about her. I do my best to get along with her because my nephew's parents (his mother is my older sister) have passed away.

One night she and I were talking and I got on the subject of aging. The beginnings of wrinkles and crow's feet, that kind of thing.

She said, "You know what's good for that? Come!"

I said, "What?"

"Come, a man's come is a good face cream for aging. Haven't you ever read that?"

I said, no, can't say as I have.

Then she went on about how a man's come had protein, and it was good for a woman's skin, wrinkles or not.

She said, "Steve always has a lot. Gobs. I just grab and yank it till I get a handful. He thinks it's silly, but he doesn't mind. Sometimes he's half asleep."

She went on about my nephew's regenerative powers as though it was no different than describing his talent for remodeling her kitchen. I didn't know what to say so I listened. I don't deny I started feeling a little wicked excitement out of listening to her. I asked a few questions and I guess she got the idea I wouldn't mind a sample myself.

The next morning I made some coffee and was taking a cup back to my bedroom. I thought no one else was up, but before I got to my door, my niece came up behind me and said, "Turn around."

As soon as I did she put her palms on my face and started rubbing something warm into my cheeks and neck. I asked what it was and she winked and said it was the best lotion available. I said, "You mean...?"

She grinned and nodded. She said it was straight from "the tap." She said, "Don't worry, he doesn't know it's for you."

I probably turned redder than I'd ever been, but I didn't get mad. I didn't say anything actually. I just smiled and I said, "Thanks."


This became a morning ritual for the four days I was there. I don't know how to describe how I felt. Wicked and horny I guess. It was sexy, going through my day with my nephew's dried semen on my skin.


When I got ready to go home, my niece offered to freeze some for me. She brought little containers of it to my house and I put it in the freezer. I know how wacky this is but I'm going with it. Now I'm starting to daydream about my nephew. If I ever get a chance, well, I know I shouldn't be thinking like that but I'd probably take it.