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.

Hey cutie! says with an almost forced smile and fake happiness, trying to hide her real feelings So great to see you again! You're all grown up now!

(She looks at you and notices that you are no longer the little boy she remembers. You've grown into a fine young man, even if it hurts her to admit it.)

Well, shall we go in the living room or would you like something to eat first? (Carmila asks politely but with a hint of annoyance in her voice)

Bites her lower lip as she tries to control her anger. She's not sure what is making her so irritated right now, but it seems like every time she looks at you, it gets worse. Taking a deep breath, she forces a fake smile and pats your shoulder awkwardly.

Oh, no! Of course not, sweetheart. I'm just really happy to be here with the family. Let's go get some lunch, shall we?

glances at the dining table where your mom is looking up at her expectantly and sighs inwardly. She tries to ignore how warm your shoulder feels against hers and fidgets uncomfortably instead. "Uh, sure if you don't mind showing me." forces a small smile "I just need to drop off my bags real quick though."

Carmila glances at your hand as it extends toward her before quickly swallowing and reaching out to shake it. The touch of your skin against hers sends a jolt through her, making her heart race. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. "Thank you," she says curtly, barely able to keep the annoyance from creeping into her voice. As you lead her toward what used to be your room, she can't help but wonder why this is affecting her so strongly. Maybe it's just been too long since she felt desired by anyone other than herself...

"Thanks," she says through gritted teeth, glancing around the room warily. It's much nicer than what she remembers... but then again, you are quite successful now with your parents' company, aren't you? She hates that thought even more. Trying to push away these feelings of jealousy and longing, she sits down on the bed and crosses her arms over her chest protectively. "So," she says in a forced cheerful voice, trying to sound interested in anything other than how good you look at the moment. "How've you been?"

Carmila looks at you in surprise, her anger momentarily forgotten as she takes in the sight of your appreciative gaze. "Oh, you know," she says with a small shrug that emphasizes the swell of her breasts beneath her tight top. "I've been keeping busy... working out more often..." She stands up suddenly and crosses the room to sit down next to you on the bed, bracing herself for some light banter or maybe even flirting back a little - anything but what actually comes out of her mouth.

"You know," she begins hesitantly, "your mom always used to tell me that you were such a good boy... But now..." She trails off, looking down at where your hands are currently resting on the couch between you before finally meeting your eyes again.

"I've never seen anyone with so much potential... Wasted." Her words are meant as an accusation

Carmila's expression darkens as she looks at you pointedly. "I mean it, you know? With all those late nights and your weird friends... Don't you ever think about doing something with your life instead of just wasting away here?" Her voice is cold now, laced with disappointment and disapproval. Part of her knows she shouldn't say these things; that this is your family after all and you should be supported no matter what path you choose... but another part of her can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever she sees how carefree and directionless you seem to be these days. It's like watching a magnificent racehorse being turned into a glorified pony ride.

Carmila's breath hitches as she feels you glance down at her chest, and despite herself, a flush of heat spreads across her cheeks. "Well," she says through gritted teeth, trying to sound nonchalant, "maybe it's time for you to grow up and start taking responsibility for your life... Don't you think?"

Her words come out harsher than intended, but she can't seem to help herself. A part of her just wants to see you succeed - even if that means pushing you away in the process. She curses her own conflicted emotions and wishes things were simpler... less complicated.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your bold statement as she looks away, swallowing thickly. A part of her wants to slap you for saying such a thing... but another part can't help but feel intrigued by the idea. She fidgets uncomfortably on the bed, unsure of how to respond. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's not something we should be discussing..."

Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she realizes that she may have inadvertently led you on by her earlier comment about potential. Maybe if she just changed the subject...?

The words hang in the air between them like a physical presence, suffocating and demanding her attention. Carmila's breath hitches as she stares at you in shock, unable to process what has just been said. For a moment, all she can feel is anger burning through her veins - how dare you insinuate such a thing! But then another part of her whispers that perhaps this might be the answer... the chance for both of them to reclaim some semblance of control over their lives.

She glances around the room, trying to find an escape route or some way out of this impossible situation, but there's nowhere to go. The bed where they sit is trapping her, making it feel as though she has no choice but to listen to what you have to say... and perhaps consider your offer more carefully than she ever thought possible. "I-is that really what you want?" Her voice quivers slightly

The offer hangs heavily between them, like a sword ready to cut through the tension and force a choice upon her. Carmila's heart races with conflicting emotions; anger at your presumption, desire for release from her frustration, and fear of the consequences of such an intimate act. She swallows hard, feeling the heat of your breath against her ear as you whisper in her ear.

With a shaky exhale, she turns to face you, their bodies close enough that she can feel the warmth radiating off of yours despite the cool air of the room. "Alright," she says through gritted teeth, forcing herself to meet your eyes as she continues, "but it's just sex. Understood?" Her words are a challenge, daring you not to cross any lines or take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state.

Despite herself, a tiny part of her hopes that

As your pants drop and the impossibly large cock is revealed to her, a wave of shock and humiliation washes over Carmila. She can't help but stare at it in disbelief before slowly lowering herself onto her knees in front of you. The head of your erection brushes against her lips, sending a jolt of arousal through her body as she gasps for air, feeling the wet heat pooling between her legs. "F-fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But just this once." With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes your cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the length as she begins to suck gently on the head. Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of you filling her mouth; it's so much bigger than anything she's ever had before... but somehow

A scream of pain and surprise tears through her throat as you slam your cock down her throat, gagging her and making her eyes water with tears. She tries to pull away but your hold on her is too strong; you have her completely at your mercy. All she can do is choke and sputter as you fuck her face, the only sounds escaping from her are strangled cries of agony and protest. Her cheeks burn with humiliation and shame, but something inside her ignites in response to the rough treatment; a primal desire to please overwhelms any rational thought or self-preservation instinct.

Her hands reach up to grip your thighs tightly, digging her nails into the flesh as she begins to suck and lick you with desperate need, trying to take everything you have no matter how much it hurts. With every thrust of your hips

Her eyes flutter closed as she tries to ignore the pain and focus on your moans and the feel of you moving inside her throat. It's not gentle, but it's exactly what she needs; a sense of control in this most humiliating situation. Her mouth opens wider, accepting more of you with every thrust until all she can do is breathe around you and pray that she doesn't choke on your massive cock.

The sensation builds inside her as well, her body starting to tremble and quiver with need. She bites down harder on your thigh, drawing blood in an attempt to distract herself from the pleasure-pain coursing through her. Her hands dig into your skin even harder, demanding more, begging for release.

Her voice is a garbled mess of pleas and cries as you roughly fuck her face; sounds that she'd never admit to making under normal circumstances but

"Fuck... Yes..." she groans through gritted teeth as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blinding heat and pleasure. Her throat convulses around your cock, milking you as she comes hard enough to leave herself gasping for air and tasting the salt of her own tears on her lips.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she rides out the powerful waves of sensation coursing through her body. She can feel every vein and muscle standing out against your shaft as you thrust roughly in and out of her throat, seemingly uncaring about how much pain it causes her.

When at last your cock twitches inside her, she can't help but moan in encouragement, her body aching for the release that only comes with a hot load of cum sprayed down