Standing there was my aunt Melanie.

I froze for a second, heart kicking up. I wasn't expecting her this soon—not after our little "adventure" at her house yesterday. Honestly, I'd been holding back because she was my aunt… but her showing up here, unannounced, proved a lot of things.

She was wearing a tight, light-green one-piece dress with thin straps—clinging to every curve like it was painted on. Her long black hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

The dress hugged her massive tits, pushing them up and together, deep cleavage on full display. Below, it cinched at her waist before flaring over those fertile, wide hips—the kind that screamed she was built for sin.

I noticed them for the first time like this, the dress hugging and accentuating the dramatic curve in a way her usual clothes never did, making my eyes lock on how perfectly they swayed.

The curve started under her breasts and flowed down, ending in what I knew was a fat, juicy ass I hadn't seen yet from this angle… but I could already feel how criminal it would be.

"Hey, Aunt Melanie," I said, voice a little rough, trying to play it cool.

"Hey, Alex," she replied, smiling bright and innocent, like nothing had happened yesterday—like she hadn't had my cock in her mouth, hadn't begged for more.

"Why are you here?" I asked, even though her body language screamed the answer.

She twirled a strand of hair, stepping closer. "I was just passing through your area and remembered the address from your text. Thought I'd check on my favorite nephew—see what his new place is like… and what kind of neighbors he has."

"You're not gonna invite me in?" she teased, tilting her head, lips curving.

"Oh—sorry, come in, please," I said, stepping aside. I'd been too busy staring at her melons to remember manners.

She walked past me—close, deliberate—high heels clicking on the floor, that signature perfume hitting me hard, sweet and intoxicating. My dick approved instantly, twitching in my pants.

Then she turned, giving me the full view of her ass.

Fuck.

The light dress clung to it perfectly—round, fat, juicy cheeks bouncing softly with each step, the fabric thin enough to show the faint outline of black panties underneath, high-cut and risky, riding up just enough to tease the split. It was criminal—wide hips swaying hypnotic, the dress ending mid-thigh, leaving those toned thick legs on full display.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

And I was already hard.

"Nice place," she said, glancing around with a smile, but her eyes came back to me—hungry.

Yeah.

This wasn't a casual visit.

And I wasn't complaining.

"Please, make yourself at home," I said, gesturing around.

She didn't hesitate—walked straight to my unmade bed and sat on the edge like she owned the room, crossing her legs slow, body angled just enough to push her tits forward and give me the perfect side view of that insane curve.

Seductive without trying—or maybe trying very hard. She wanted me to pounce. No words needed.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked, voice a little rougher than I meant.

"Oh yeah, anything would be fine," she said, smiling sweet, playing innocent.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a cold soft drink from the fridge, and came back. She was looking around the sparse room—bed messy, a few clothes tossed on the chair, no real decorations. I hadn't had time to make it a home. I was too busy decorating the insides of MILFs in this building.

She took the drink from me, fingers brushing mine, and sipped slow—eyes locked on me the whole time, like she was tasting something else entirely.

Then she set the can down, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing those massive tits up even higher.

"We have to talk about what happened yesterday, Alex," she said, voice serious but soft, sighing like she was concerned.

"What about it?" I asked, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Your… attraction to older women," she said, glancing down at the obvious bulge in my pants again. "It's not healthy."

"Yeah, Aunt Melanie," I said. "But like I told you—I can't help it. My body just… reacts."

"I saw that yesterday," she murmured, eyes dropping to my bulge again, biting her lip. "You got so hard just looking at me. And Jesus… you're hard again now, talking to your aunt. You know I'm your aunt, Alex."

"I'm sorry," I said, fake remorse in my voice, but my grin gave me away.

She sighed again, but her thighs pressed together, nipples hardening visibly through the thin dress. "I even offered to help you relieve that stress yesterday… but your uncle came home right at that moment."

"I'm concerned about you, Alex," she said, voice soft but serious, eyes flicking down to my bulge again. "At this rate, you won't even marry a girl your age if you keep getting hard for older women."

"What can I do, Aunt?" I said, stepping closer, letting her see I wasn't hiding it anymore—cock straining obvious now.

"You just have to go out, do your hobbies, date girls your age," she said, looking concerned, trying to sound like the responsible aunt. "You can't keep getting hard like this…"

But I couldn't listen to the lecture—not when she looked this sexy, sitting in my apartment like a walking fantasy. She hadn't come all this way just to scold me. I knew it. She knew it.

I moved—sat right beside her on the bed, close enough that my thigh pressed against hers, bulge brushing her hip.

"What are you doing, Alex?" she asked, taken aback, voice breathy, body tensing but not moving away.

"Aunt Melanie," I said low, hand resting on her thigh, eyes locked on hers. "If I promise I'll be a good boy… will you grant me something I want?"

She swallowed, eyes flickering with conflict and heat. "Yeah… I'll help you any way you want… if you're serious about this."

"Then let me see your boobs," I said, voice rough, hands already moving to the thin straps of her dress, fingers brushing the swell of her tits over the fabric.

"No, Alex—I'm your aunt," she protested, hand coming up to stop mine, but weak, trembling. "Yesterday was a mistake… we shouldn't be doing this at all."

Her words said stop.

Her body said anything but.

I pressed one hand firm against her breast over the dress—squeezing slow, feeling the heavy weight, the hard nipple under my palm.

"Aahh…" she moaned soft, eyes fluttering closed, head tilting back as she melted into the touch. Her hand covered mine—not pushing away, just resting there, like she was guiding me to do more.

"Alex… please don't do this…" she whispered, but her back arched, pushing her tit harder into my grip.

I squeezed again—harder this time—rolling her nipple between my fingers through the thin material.

She melted completely—moaning deep, thighs parting just a fraction, body surrendering.

I was going to break her today—before that building trip with all the other MILFs. She looked too sexy, too ripe, too ready. I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

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