She bit her lip hard, thighs pressing together under those tiny shorts, her massive tits rising faster with every breath. I could see her nipples hardening through the thin vest, poking obviously now.

"Alex… calm it down," she said, voice trying to sound stern, but her body betrayed her—leaning closer, eyes glued to my cock. "You shouldn't look at your aunt like this."

"I'll have to relieve myself," I said, voice low, "but I feel shy doing it in front of you."

"Come here," she whispered, stepping right up to me. Her hand reached out, wrapping around my shaft from the front—soft, warm fingers gripping firm.

My cock twitched hard in her palm, throbbing at the contact.

She started stroking lazily, slow pumps from base to tip, like she was trying to make me bust quick. But she didn't know—I don't come from petty things like that anymore. Not after the day I'd had.

"It's getting even harder," she murmured, eyes wide, stroking smoother now, thumb circling the head. "You need to calm down, Alex."

"Your hand feels amazing," I rasped, hips rocking slightly into her grip. "I can't calm down."

Her mouth parted, breath quickening—she was imagining all the possibilities with this hard dick, eyes hungry as she pumped me.

"I'll try something that makes your uncle bust in seconds," she said finally, voice husky, sinking to her knees in front of me. "But don't tell anyone, okay? Not even your mom."

"Promise, Aunt," I said, bracing myself, hand resting lightly on her head.

She leaned in, tongue flicking out first—slow licks around the head, teasing the slit, tasting the precum beading there. She thought I'd blow from basic tongue play.

But this wasn't my uncle's dick.

She realized quick. I didn't even twitch toward coming. She took me deeper, lips stretching wide, sucking sloppy and eager, hand on my thigh for leverage as she bobbed.

I grabbed her head gently, guiding her rhythm—deeper, slower—fucking her mouth steady.

Damn. My aunt on her knees, sucking my dick in her bedroom. Every movement of her tongue, the wet heat, the way her tits bounced with the motion—pure filth.

She pulled off with a gasp, stroking fast now. "It's not even trying to bust," she said, half-amazed, half-frustrated, slapping my cock lightly against her cheek.

Then—the doorbell rang. Sharp, sudden.

We both froze.

She looked up at me, lips swollen, hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock.

"Shit," she whispered.

"It must be your uncle," she said quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "It's about that time."

She stood up fast, smoothing her hair and vest, trying to look composed. I tucked myself back into my pants—barely, the bulge still obvious—and zipped up.

She hurried to the door, opening it just as Uncle Mark stepped in, carrying a bag of groceries he must've picked up.

"Hey, Alex!" he said, smiling wide, completely oblivious. "You're here helping your aunt, huh? Good boy."

"Yeah," I said, forcing a casual grin, shaking his hand. "Just fixing the computer."

Inside, I thought—helping her in many different ways.

Uncle Mark chatted a bit, heading to the kitchen to freshen up and put stuff away. Melanie and I stood in the living room, awkward silence thick between us.

She wouldn't meet my eyes at first, cheeks still flushed, but I could tell she was horny as hell—thighs pressed together, nipples hard through the vest, that needy look she couldn't hide.

Finally, she glanced at me, voice low. "Alex… text me your address, will you? I should know where my nephew's living these days."

I knew exactly what she meant.

"I'll text you," I said, voice low, holding her gaze a second longer.

We said quick goodbyes—hug for show with Uncle Mark watching—and I left.

Damn. I almost fucked my sexy MILF aunt. The taboo of it—the wrongness—only made it hotter. My dick approved, still rock-hard, bulging obviously in my pants as I walked down the street, replaying her mouth, her tits, that desperate look.

The ache was killing me after all that teasing. I spotted a convenience store on the corner and ducked in—needed supplies anyway, and maybe a minute to calm down.

I wandered the aisles, grabbing random stuff—snacks, drinks, whatever. Passed the condom shelf and smirked. Nah. I fuck every MILF raw. They can handle it themselves.

At the register, there she was—a Latina MILF in her late 30s, working the counter. Curvy as hell: tight black tank top stretched over massive tits, low enough to show deep cleavage and a lacy red bra peeking out.

High-waisted jeans hugged her wide hips and that fat, juicy ass—perfect child-bearing hips, the kind that screamed fertility, a little soft belly spilling just over the waistband in the sexiest way. Dark hair in a ponytail, full lips, golden skin, hoop earrings.

I was making my way up to her counter, eyes locked on that sexy Latina MILF, when three rough-looking guys cut right in front of me.

"Hey, watch it," I said, trying to balance the stuff in my hands.

They didn't even glance back—just ignored me, went straight to her register, and slapped a pack of condoms down on the counter like they owned the place.

The Latina scanned them quick, looking uncomfortable, lips pressed tight. "That'll be $12.99," she said, voice polite but tense.

They didn't move. Just stood there talking to each other loud, laughing about something stupid, completely ignoring her.

She repeated it, a little firmer. "Sir, $12.99 please."

One of them—the tallest, with a shitty smirk—finally turned to her, leaning on the counter. "Hey, babe, why don't you come with us?" He reached for her hand across the register.

She pulled back fast, eyes narrowing. "Don't."

The other two laughed. "Come on, don't be like that," the guy pressed, nodding at the condoms. "We got these—let's go use them. Grab a hotel nearby, four of us have some fun."

She straightened, voice sharp now. "Please pay for the items and leave."

They just laughed harder, not moving.

I'd had enough. These idiots were wasting my time and harassing her.

I stepped up beside them. "Hey—move it. Pay for your shit and get out."

The three turned to me, smirks fading.

"You got a problem, buddy?" the tall one said, squaring up like he was tough.

"Yeah," I said calm, meeting his eyes. "I got a problem with you assholes harassing her and holding up the line."

The second one stepped closer, trying to look intimidating. "What did you say? Say it again."

I didn't flinch. "Get your ears cleaned, buddy. You can't hear shit."

That did it.

The tall one grabbed my collar first, the other two closing in fast. I dropped my basket—stuff clattering on the floor—and shoved him back hard, hand on his chest.

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