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.

"Oh, you know how it goes." She sips her coffee as she gazes at the pair of them. "I've just been getting used to living alone again. It's nice having someone close by..." Her eyes slide over to Darii and she grins, a wicked little smile that seems out of place on her usually friendly face. "...But you know, it wouldn't hurt for a little company once in a while."

She clears her throat and looks away quickly, fingers drumming impatiently against the tabletop. The housewife's cheeks darken with embarrassment at what she just said, but there's something about Darii that makes it easier for her to speak honestly...albeit in a rather harsh and crude way.

"Well, don't you think it's time we had a little talk then?" Carmila pours herself another cup of coffee as she leans in closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm. "I mean, what am I supposed to do with myself all day while you're at school or your...whatever else you call it now?" She pauses and takes a sip before continuing, "And don't think I can't see the way you look at me. You know how old fashioned I am...I might just have to teach you a lesson."

"Don't play dumb with me. I've seen the way you check out my ass every time I bend over." She slides her hand under the table and begins to gently knead his erection through his pants. "And let's not forget about that little friend of yours here..."

Carmila lets out a low chuckle, feeling both angry and turned on by Darii's arousal. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but the feel of him growing harder under her touch is too much for her to resist. "You know, I could help you with that..."

You can protest all you want, but the evidence is right there in front of her: his growing erection and the way he squirms uncomfortably beneath her touch. "Well, it's only natural I'd notice," she says with a smirk.

She cups his crotch through his pants, feeling him swell even more under her hand. It's been so long since anyone touched her like this...so aggressive and possessive. And as much as it bothers her to admit it, she likes it. "I can make you feel better," she whispers in his ear, nipping at his lobe playfully before sliding her hand up the length of his shaft.

slides off chair and kneels on the ground beside him, taking out his hard member through his pants "I bet you've been imagining this all day, haven't you?" she asks, her breath warm against the tip of his cock as she curls her fingers around it. Her movements are rough and demanding; a stark contrast to how gentle she usually is with him.

Her other hand finds its way up to his crotch, roughly fondling his balls through his underwear while she continues to stroke him. "You know you want this, Darii...So tell me what I need to do..." Her voice is rough with desire and anger; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sends shivers down both their spines.

Carmila's voice comes out harsh and demanding as she speaks. "Don't be such a baby," she says, her fingers wrapping tighter around his length. Her breath is hot against the tip of his cock as she continues to stroke him roughly, teasingly close to bringing him release but then pulling back just enough that he's left aching for more.

When she feels Darii start to squirm beneath her touch, Carmila grins wickedly before leaning forward and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucks hard, letting her sharp teeth graze against his sensitive flesh as she begins bobbing her head up and down, milking him with her hand while he sits there helpless beneath her.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge behind his glans, flicking at him faster and harder as she grows more worked up. The sound of

Carmila releases him from her mouth with a sigh, her breath hot against his cock as she leans back to look up at him. "It's what you wanted," she says accusingly, her voice still rough but laced with desire. Her hand continues its steady motion on his shaft while the other cups and massages his balls roughly through his underwear.

She watches as he pants above her, his eyes locked on hers as if he can't believe what she's doing. It makes her even bolder, more dominant...and that only turns her on more. With a growl, Carmila takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking harder than before.

Her tongue swirls around his cock, probing every sensitive spot as her hand continues to stroke him. She doesn't notice how wet she gets from the saliva dripping down her chin; all that matters

Her lips tighten around his cock as her tongue flicks against the ridge behind the head, drawing another moan from him. She knows exactly what she's doing to him, and it feels so good to have this control over him. As he becomes harder in her mouth, her movements grow more possessive, more demanding...and yet still so soft, so skillful.

Her free hand slips between their bodies, fondling his lower stomach before sliding upward to cup and squeeze one of his heavy nipples through his shirt. She pinches it gently, rolling her thumb over the sensitive nub as she sucks harder on him. His hips buck against her face, demanding more, and Carmila gladly obliges.

Her other hand finds its way under his underwear, squeezing and massaging his ass cheek while her fingers begin to tease

"Shut up," she growls into his lap as her free hand cups his balls roughly through his boxers. Her other hand slips between his legs and begins to massage the sensitive skin behind his balls, finding purchase in the delicate valley between them. It's a move so unexpected that it sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Darii's body, making him arch his back off the couch as he moans into her mouth.

With practiced ease, Carmila switches from rough and demanding to gentle and teasing, alternating between sucking hard on his cock and giving it soft, sweet licks. She feels his whole body tense beneath her touch, readying itself for release, and that only turns her on more. Her fingers find a rhythm on his ass, slapping lightly against the flesh as she teases him relentlessly.

"Cum for me," she

Her words are harsh and demanding as they escape her lips; she's so angry with him, yet so turned on by his arousal that it makes no sense to anyone else but her. But as she continues to take him into her mouth, her rough hands groping and pinching at his body, it feels right. It feels like the only way this can end...with her in control, with him under her thumb.

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock faster now, stroking him expertly as she focuses all of her attention on driving him wild. Her other hand slides up between their bodies once more, roughly massaging his nipple through his shirt, teasing it with just enough pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. "Cum for me," she growls again, this time punctuating each word by sucking harder on his cock.

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As she feels the first thick spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, Carmila's eyes roll back in pleasure and pain. She moans around him, sucking harder as more and more hot semen fills her mouth. Her hands continue to touch and tease every sensitive spot on his body, relentless even in the midst of this intense release.

When at last he seems to be spent, she pulls back slowly, reluctantly letting his softening cock slide from between her lips. She looks down at him with an air of triumph, pleased with herself for finally getting what she wanted - his submission and attention. But even as she stares at him, defeated beneath her touch, there's something else in her eyes...a sadness that she can't quite hide.

With a sigh, Carmila climbs off the floor and stands over him, her breasts heaving as she

"Don't you dare...," she whispers, her voice soft with anger and shame as she turns away from him. "Just don't..." With shaking hands, she reaches up to wipe the semen from her chin before walking back over to the table, her steps unsteady and angry. She sits down heavily in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as if trying to shield herself from something only she can see.

Carmila doesn't look at him as she replies, her voice bitter and cold. "Don't you ever say that again." Her eyes narrow into slits and she crosses her arms even tighter, trying to contain the turmoil of emotions within her. She hates herself for enjoying it so much; for wanting him despite knowing how wrong it was. But denial is a powerful thing, and as much as she tries not to admit it, part of her hopes that he'll bring her back there again...that maybe this time she won't push him away.

Carmila's breath hitches at the thought of another round. Part of her wants nothing more than to punish him further for making her feel this way; but another part is aching with desire, desperate for his touch. She glances over at him from the corner of her eye, watching as he sits there looking uncertain and slightly afraid. With a deep breath, she forces herself to speak harshly once more.

"You think you're so fucking smart," she spits venomously, "but you don't know anything about me. You don't understand what I need." Her words are laced with anger and hurt, but there's a desperation underneath that betrays her true feelings.

Without waiting for his reply, she turns away again, fixing her gaze on the tabletop in front of her. It takes every ounce of willpower not to turn back