The second I stepped into my aunt’s dimly-lit living room, I knew I was in for an interesting night. She sat there, perched on the edge of the couch, a glass of red wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Her ample cleavage was on full display, spilling out of her double K bra in a way that was both enticing and just a touch scandalous.
“Well, well, well,” she said, taking a long drag of her cigarette and blowing out a plume of smoke. “If it isn’t my favorite nephew. What brings you by?”
I tried to keep my cool, but it was difficult when my dick was already twitching in my pants. I could feel it growing harder by the second as I took in the sight of my aunt, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I just thought I’d stop by and say hello,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d see how you were doing.”
She gave me a playful wink, her lips curling up into a smirk. “I’m doing just fine, sweetheart. Why don’t you have a seat and keep me company for a while?”
I did as I was told, sinking down onto the couch next to her. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body, even through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She was wearing a sheer, silky number that left little to the imagination, and I couldn’t help but stare as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
“So, tell me,” she said, taking another sip of her wine. “How have you been? How’s work?”
I tried to focus on the conversation, but it was difficult when her hands kept wandering towards my crotch. Every few minutes, she’d reach over and give me a playful squeeze, her fingers lingering just long enough to make my heart race.
“I’m good,” I said, my voice coming out husky and low. “Work’s been busy, but I can’t complain.”
She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ll bet it has. You always did have a way of keeping yourself busy, didn’t you?”
I tried to act normal, but it was getting harder by the second. My dick was now fully hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost control.
She must have noticed my discomfort, because she gave me a playful smirk. “Oh, is someone excited?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I tried to play it cool, but she saw right through me. She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against my arm. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, and I knew I was in trouble.
She started slowly stroking my dick through my pants, her touch light and teasing. I let out a low moan, unable to contain myself. She chuckled and increased the pressure, her hand moving in a slow and steady rhythm.
I begged her to let me finish, but she just laughed and continued her torturous pace. She edged me several times, bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to slow down and leave me hanging.
Finally, she allowed me to release, my body shaking with pleasure. She wiped her hand on a nearby napkin and gave me a satisfied smile.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I’ve always found you attractive.”
I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said, her voice filled with mischief.
She got up and walked away, leaving me sitting there, stunned and satisfied. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I left my aunt’s house feeling confused, but also excited. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
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