As I approached the door, I could hear music playing softly inside. I knocked, and after a moment, the door swung open to reveal my aunt, a glass of red wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
“Well, well, well,” she said, her eyes raking over me. “If it isn’t my little nephew who’s all grown up.”
I rolled my eyes at her playful insult. “Hey, Auntie. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
She took a drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her full lips. “Not at all. Come on in.”
I stepped inside, taking in the dimly-lit living room. My aunt was wearing a tight shirt that struggled to contain her ample assets, and I felt my body respond to the sight.
She offered me a drink, and I accepted, my eyes following her every movement as she poured me a glass of wine. I couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed as she moved, the confident way she held herself.
As she lit another cigarette, I felt a sudden surge of desire. I tried to hide it, but I must not have been very successful, because my aunt gave me a sly smile.
“Is something wrong, nephew?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
I shook my head, trying to play it cool. “No, everything’s fine.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Really? You seem a little…flustered.”
I felt my face heat up, and I knew I was blushing. “I’m fine,” I insisted.
She headed to her room, and I heard the sound of her rummaging through her closet. I took a sip of my wine, trying to calm my nerves.
When she emerged, I couldn’t help but stare. She was wearing a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination, her cleavage on full display. She walked towards me, the heavy scent of her perfume filling the air.
She sat down next to me, her hand resting on my thigh. I tensed up, unsure of what to do.
She started to stroke my dick through my pants, and I let out a gasp. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I know what you like.”
She unzipped my pants, and her hand wrapped around my hard cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how confident she was.
She started to stroke me, her grip firm and confident. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.
She edged me several times, bringing me close to the brink before slowing down. I groaned in frustration, but she just laughed softly.
“Patience, nephew,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
She teased me, her hand moving up and down my shaft at a maddeningly slow pace. I was on the verge of begging her to let me come, but I held back.
Finally, she leaned back, her hand still on my dick. She gave me a satisfied smile. “I knew you’d like that,” she said.
I couldn’t argue with her. It had been the hottest experience of my life, and I couldn’t wait to see what else my aunt had in store for me.
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