The moment I stepped into my aunt’s dimly-lit living room, I knew something was off. She sat there, perched on the edge of her plush couch, a cigarette dangling from her fingers and a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite nephew,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I couldn’t help but notice the way her ample cleavage spilled out of her bra, the lacey fabric barely containing her generous curves. I quickly averted my gaze, hoping she hadn’t caught me staring.
But of course, she had. She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Like what you see, nephew?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
I felt my face heat up, the blood rushing to my cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, Auntie,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
She waved off my apology with a flick of her wrist. “Don’t be silly,” she said, standing up from the couch. “I’m a woman, and I know I still have it. No need to be shy about it.”
She excused herself to “freshen up” and returned a few minutes later, wearing a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination. She sauntered over to the couch, her hips swaying seductively.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “Relax, dear. I’m not going to bite… unless you want me to.”
She sat down next to me, her perfume strong and intoxicating. She began to slowly stroke my thigh, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
“I-I don’t think this is a good idea, Auntie,” I said, my voice shaking.
She silenced me with a finger to my lips. “I know what I’m doing, dear,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Trust me.”
She reached for my belt, her movements deliberate and confident. She gave me a playful glare as she undid my pants. “You’re playing with fire, auntie,” I said, my voice shaking.
She chuckled and began to stroke my dick, her grip firm and steady. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I know,” she whispered in my ear.
She edged me several times, bringing me close to the brink before slowing down. I moaned in frustration, but she just laughed. “Patience, nephew,” she said.
She continued to stroke me, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Just as I was about to cum, she stopped. “Not yet,” she said, her voice husky.
She stood up and walked away, leaving me panting and confused. She returned with a bottle of lotion and a wicked smile. “Let’s continue this little game of ours,” she said.
She poured the lotion onto my dick and began to stroke me again, her movements slow and deliberate.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge again. I moaned her name, but she just laughed. “Not yet, nephew,” she said.
She edged me several more times, bringing me to the brink and then pulling back. I was practically begging her to let me cum.
Finally, she allowed me to release. I moaned loudly as I cum, my aunt’s hand still firmly wrapped around my dick. When it was over, she stood up and gave me a playful pat on the head. “Good boy,” she said.
I sat there, stunned and speechless. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. But as I looked up at my aunt, I saw the same mischievous glint in her eye that I had seen when I first arrived.
“Until next time, nephew,” she said, blowing me a kiss as she walked out of the room.
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