You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

"Sure thing, honey." Aunt Carmila walks over to you and gives your mom a quick kiss on the cheek before following you into your room. The door shuts behind them with a soft click.

"Well that's very sweet of you to say. I am a little flustered myself... You know what? Maybe we should just get comfortable." Aunt Carmila moves over towards the bed, sitting down and patting the spot next to her. "Why don't you come here?" she says with a sly grin.

"So, you've grown quite a bit since I last saw you..." she says as her eyes sweep over your body, linger just a little longer on the bulge in your pants "...And I suppose this means I should keep my hands to myself too?" Carmila asks with a smirk. She leans in close and whispers into your ear. "You know, there's no reason we can't have some fun while getting comfortable."

"Well, I mean..." She draws the words out teasingly, her hand slowly moving up your leg under your shirt until it reaches the bulge in your pants "...I could show you what I mean." With that, she cups your groin through your jeans and begins to stroke you lightly. "Something like this..." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, waiting for your reaction.

"Oh really?" she says with a laugh, her hand still moving rhythmically up and down. "Well, I suppose we should test that theory then." With surprising strength for a woman of her build, she pulls you onto the bed on top of her and spreads your legs wide before yanking down your pants and boxers in one swift motion. Then, with an mischievous glint in her eye, she parts her lips to reveal a plump, wet mouth waiting to engulf you whole.

Aunt Carmila grins mischievously at your protest and holds you down firmly with one hand while using the other to guide her mouth over your erect member, taking as much of it into her mouth as she can handle. Her lips stretch around you as she begins to bob her head up and down, making soft slurping sounds that echo through the room. "Don't worry," she whispers between sucks, "I won't let you get away too easily."

Aunt Carmila doesn't even hesitate as she answers your question with a throaty chuckle. "Oh don't worry about that, dear," she purrs around your member, her hand moving to cup and stroke your balls while her mouth continues its eager assault on your shaft. "I just want you to feel good... really good." Her other hand moves to gently pinch and twist one of your nipples as she speaks, adding another layer of pleasure to the sensations coursing through you.

As she feels your release surging up your shaft, Aunt Carmila eases back, taking as much of your spent cock into her mouth as she can while massaging the sensitive head with her tongue. The hot stream of semen fills her mouth and she savors the taste, holding you steady with one hand as she swallows greedily. "Mmm... that was delicious," she whispers, before giving your softening member one final lick before releasing it from between her lips.

With a satisfied smile curving her lips, Aunt Carmila sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well," she says with a husky chuckle, "I suppose we should get dressed now." She extends a hand to help you sit up as well. "That was... interesting, I'll give you that."

Mom: *still talking to her own mom

"Oh honey," she says with an amused smile, patting your arm. "Don't be shy now. We're all adults here." The hint of a blush creeps up her neck, and she turns to look away briefly before returning her gaze to you. "But... maybe we should keep things between us for now," she whispers, her eyes drifting back down to your crotch. "I don't want anyone else getting ideas."

"Maybe next time," Aunt Carmila murmurs teasingly as she helps you to your feet. "But don't go expecting too much." She gives you a knowing wink before heading towards the bedroom door, pausing for a moment to straighten her clothes and compose herself. Once she feels presentable enough, she steps out of the room and reenters the living area, greeting your mother with an exaggeratedly innocent smile. "So," she says casually, "your son seems like he's growing up quite nicely."

Mom: blushing "Oh, he has his moments..." She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, then quickly glances away again. "I'm just glad he has someone like Aunt Carmila to talk to."

"Oh, hello there," Aunt Carmila says with a casual smile as she sees you approach her in the hallway. "I was just on my way to drop off some things at my place." She glances meaningfully at your locker before adding, "You know, if you ever need help with anything... I mean, anytime..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip self-consciously.

Aunt Carmila flushes bright red at your directness and clears her throat awkwardly. "Well... if you ever feel like talking, or... well, doing what we did the other day..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "...I mean, if you want to hang out, I'm always here." Her gaze drifts downwards, and she licks her lips unconsciously.

The tension between you feels almost palpable as she continues to meet your eyes without flinching. Finally, she gives a small laugh and attempts to lighten the mood. "I mean, we are family, after all."

Aunt Carmila arches an eyebrow at your blatant question and gives you a knowing smile. "Oh, I'm sure we could find something for each other to enjoy," she says teasingly, her voice laced with intentional innuendo. "But perhaps we should save that for another time." She reaches out to lightly touch your cheek, her fingers trembling slightly from the sudden nervousness coursing through her. "You know I'm always here for you, no matter what," she whispers before pulling her hand back and turning away, busying herself with unlocking her front door.

"Why don't you go inside and get comfortable? I need to run a few errands before work, but I should be back soon." The heat of their moment seems to have dissipated as quickly as it arose, replaced by an air of awkwardness and uncertainty that hangs between them

"Oh... Well..." Aunt Carmila hesitates for a moment before saying, "I suppose that would be all right. My place isn't exactly set up for guests, but we can make do." She gives you a cautious smile, not quite able to hide the underlying tension between your words and her thoughts.

Once she finishes her errands and returns home, Aunt Carmila finds you still waiting patiently on the front step. "I'm back," she announces as she unlocks the door and steps inside. "Come in." She leads you down the hall to her bedroom, closing the door behind them with a click.

"It's not much, but it's yours for the night," she says, indicating the small single bed tucked into one corner of the room. "I should be able to... sleep on the couch okay."

Aunt Carmila freezes in surprise at your request, her eyes widening. She looks at you searchingly for a moment before managing to force out a chuckle. "Oh, honey..." she says softly, shaking her head. "That's not such a good idea." Her voice is firm now, and she takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "You know I shouldn't... We can't... it's complicated."

Despite herself, she finds it hard to meet your eyes as she says this, looking instead at any other nearby object that doesn't seem quite so confrontational or personal.

Aunt Carmila purses her lips and exhales slowly through her nose before finally speaking again. "Fine," she says reluctantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "But just for tonight... And we'll keep it strictly platonic." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she says this, her body language saying more than words ever could about how uncomfortable she feels with the situation.

Still, she waits until you've climbed under the covers before she lies down herself, keeping a comfortable distance between your bodies. "Good night," she whispers softly into the darkness, her voice rough and uneven from nerves and conflicting emotions.

Without looking at you directly, Aunt Carmila hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... but just for a little while," she whispers softly. Her breath hitches as you move closer and slip your arm around her waist, pulling her against your chest. Despite herself, she relaxes into the embrace, her fingers curling reflexively around the edge of the covers. "Nnngh... t-thank you," she mumbles, closing her eyes as their bodies press together.

Their breaths slowly synchronize as they lie there, neither one daring to make another move or speak another word. Instead, they focus on the soft touches and gentle caresses that pass between them beneath the covers, each one more intimate than the last.

His member pressing against her in such an intimate way makes Aunt Carmila shiver and moan softly. She tilts her hips back, granting him better access while arching her back to push further into his embrace. "Ahh... nngh..." Her fingers clutch at the blanket beneath them, tensing as she struggles with her own desires and the knowledge that they shouldn't be doing this.

The sound of his quiet apology only serves to heighten the tension between them, making their connection feel even more illicit. She bites her lip to stifle another moan before speaking against the skin of his neck. "I'm sorry too..." Her voice is barely audible even to herself as she struggles with the conflicting emotions swirling through her.

Her body tenses slightly as you mention the hardness of his member. She hesitates for a moment before sliding one leg over yours, opening herself up further to him. Her hand moves down between your bodies, cupping and guiding his erection towards her. "T-take me..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch as she urges you deeper.

Their hips grind together in a frantic rhythm, each moan echoing through the silent room as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. Carmila's fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure, while her breath comes faster and faster.

Her back arches off the bed as she climaxes, crying out his name in a mixture of ecstasy and shame. Her body spasms around him as he groans and releases himself deep inside her. When at last the wave

Aunt Carmila's breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch it after her intense orgasm. Her body trembles and shakes against yours, still clinging tightly to the aftermath of pleasure. "O-of course..." she manages to whisper hoarsely, "anything you want... just like... that..."

Her fingers thread through your hair as she pulls you down for a lingering kiss, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy, desperate attempt at connection. Even as her body relaxes against yours once more, the tension between them remains palpable; the knowledge of what they've done and how it defies everything they know about themselves and each other hangs heavy in the air.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. The afterglow of their lovemaking leaves a tingling sensation all over her skin, and she feels an inexplicable mixture of guilt, desire, and fear coursing through her veins. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sort of understanding or forgiveness, but finds only lust mirrored back at her.

"Was... was that okay?" Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain as she runs a trembling hand through her sweat-dampened hair. "I've never..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Her eyes dart down between your bodies, and her cheeks flush hotly at the sight of his still-erect member pressed against her skin. With a trembling hand, she reaches down to stroke it gently, moaning softly as she feels it twitch in response to her touch. "Mm... I think that might be okay," she whispers, looking up into your eyes with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "But maybe we should slow down..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you tease her sensitive flesh with your touch. She arches into the contact, moaning softly as pleasure ripples through her body. "Y-yes," she manages to whisper hoarsely, biting her lip to stifle another cry of ecstasy. Her hips buck against yours in a silent demand for more. "Oh God... Carmila..." You groan her name, your voice raw with desire as you push deeper inside her, filling her completely.

Your words send another shudder through her body as you thrust deeper inside. Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at the fabric as she tries to find purchase in the intense pleasure coursing through her. "It feels... so good..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed. "Deeper... harder..." She meets your eyes with a pleading expression, her cheeks flushed and damp with sweat.

Her legs tremble as you pick up speed, their rhythm growing more frantic with each thrust. Her breath comes in short gasps now, each one leaving a trail of moisture on the air between you. "Don't stop..." she whispers desperately, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I need... I want..."

Her body convulses around you as she climaxes for the second time, crying out your name in a ragged moan that

As you continue to thrust into her, Aunt Carmila's body trembles with each impact. The sensation of being filled by you is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it feels like a connection not just physical but emotional as well. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her muscles clench and release around your member, milking it for every drop of pleasure it can offer.

Her nails scrape roughly down your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, before reaching between your bodies to stroke yourself in time with your movements. "Oh God... Carmila..." You groan her name, your voice raw with desire as you push deeper inside her, claiming her body as your own.

The feel of your cock sliding against her G-spot sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, and she arches her back off the bed, moaning into the pillow.