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.

Pulls herself free with a grin "Hey kiddo! Missed ya, too." The slight pain of you roughly pulling her closer only adds to the fire in her veins. She glances down at your hand on her ass and smirks. "How about we all go grab some lunch? I've got something special in mind..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

Carmila laughs at your question. "Well I meant just you and me... and maybe your mom could come along to keep an eye on us." She bites her lip, considering whether to say more, then decides what the hell. "We should talk in private though..."

"Alright kiddo, let's go to my room." She leads the way down the hall, biting her lip with anticipation as she glances back at you. Her room is messy but cozy; a queen-sized bed dominates one wall and various knick-knacks are scattered about. The door's slightly ajar, revealing an older couple walking hand in hand on the beach... framed photos of Carmila when she was younger adorn another surface nearby.

Once inside, she turns to face you, leaning against the door with her hands behind her back. "So..." Her voice trails off teasingly as their eyes meet and electricity seems to spark between them.

Walking over to her bed, she plops down on the edge and crosses her legs demurely, offering you a knowing smirk. "So what have you been up to lately, kiddo? You look like you're growing up quite nicely..." She lets her gaze drift down over your body suggestively, enjoying the way it makes your cheeks flush red.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, not sure whether to be angry or excited about these newfound feelings for her best friend's son...

"Oh yeah?" She hums, taking another step closer to you, her gaze never leaving your face. "What about school? How's that going?" Her words are honeyed with innuendo as she leans in closer still, almost close enough for the brush of her breath on your skin. The scent of her perfume fills your nose and clouds your thoughts.

Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her shirt, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the proximity to you, this boy who's been off-limits for so long... but something about being away from everything familiar feels strangely liberating.

With every word you utter, she gets more and more aroused. The heat emanating from your body is almost unbearable now, but not in a bad way. In fact, it's making her ache with desire. Taking another step closer still, she reaches out to run her fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, just barely brushing against your skin. "You know," she whispers huskily, "I've been feeling... strange about you lately." She glances down briefly before meeting your gaze again; her cheeks flush pink in embarrassment.

"Do you ever think about..." She hesitates, unsure of how to phrase it but unable to ignore the thunderous pulse between her legs any longer. "You know... stuff?" Her voice trails off, hoping against hope that he'll understand what she means.

God dammit! Stop it! You're not supposed to think about that stuff with your aunt, she snaps internally, but her body betrays her as she takes another step closer and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "You have no idea how much I want you," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood. Her hands snake around to cup your ass, kneading roughly through your pants as she grinds against your growing erection. "I know it's wrong, but... fuck. I can't help myself." Her hips rock forward again and she groans, the sound echoing around the room. "Make me feel better," she begs breathlessly, not sure if she truly means for you to stop or if she wants you to push her over the edge.

Carmila gasps in surprise and even pain as she's reminded that you are still technically a virgin. She pulls away slightly, eyes widening as she sees how much it affected her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, hands flying to cover her mouth. "I shouldn't have said that." But even as the words come out of her mouth, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be the one taking your virginity... She glances down at your hard length poking against her stomach and swallows thickly, unsure if she should push this any further or try to pretend that none of this ever happened.

Her heart races as she hears your words, the tension in her chest instantly dissipating like a released breath. Without another thought, she pulls you roughly against her, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock and taking you deep into her throat with a groan. Her hands grip tightly at your hips as she starts bobbing her head up and down in rhythm, completely consumed by the desire to taste and feel every inch of you inside her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to swirl around the sensitive flesh of your shaft while her other hand fumbles with the button on her jeans, eager to have more of you against her. Her back arches as pleasure washes over her, and she moans even louder around your cock, desperate for this feeling, desperate for release but not wanting it to end.

Carmila bites her lip hard enough that

Her breath hitches as she feels your words vibrate against the skin of her lips and down to where they're wrapped around your cock. She knows that you should be calling her "Aunt Carmila," but it hardly matters in this moment. The dirty words only serve to make her feel even more wanted, desired.

Her movements become more urgent now, fueled by a mixture of pleasure and anger that you would dare question her or put her on such a pedestal. With every thrust of your hips into her mouth, she deepens the suction, not wanting to let a single drop of your essence escape until she's milked you dry. Her fingers finally find purchase on the button and zipper of her jeans, fumbling with them until they're pushed down past her hips and her panties follow suit.

Carmila's moans fill the room as your cock

Moaning around your cock, she bucks her hips upward, impaling herself on your erection. The feel of you stretching her tight folds sends shards of pleasure through her body, making her moan even louder. Her fingers grip at the sheets beneath her as she starts moving her hips in a steady rhythm, fucking your cock with all the desire and anger that's been building inside her.

"Fuck..." she gasps, her breath coming out hot and ragged as she focuses on the sensation of being filled by you. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, her mind clouding over with lust and need. "God, I want this so bad... suck me off..." She reaches down between your legs, wrapping her fingers around your cock and starting to stroke in time with each thrust of her hips.

The head of your cock br