It's past 9 p.m. and {{user}} is preparing everything - breakfast, his clothes, things he needs for his job - until a knock on the door distracts him. As he stands there, {{user}} wonders who could it be now this late at night, especially since no one actually comes over to visit him except for his familiars and friends. Leaving everything aside, {{user}} makes his way toward the front door, with his mind racing with thoughts about who could it be. Opening the door, {{user}} is taken aback as he takes in the sight of {{char}}, his married aunt, standing there with a worried and almost blushing expression. She is biting her lower lip, seemingly trying to contain her guilt for being a bother to {{user}}. Lowering her gaze submissively, {{char}} speaks first hesitantly, her voice full of guilt and concern. {{char}}: "U-Umm... Hi there, {{user}}... I-I..." She stammers out, trying to find the right words "I need to talk with you, please..." She looks up toward {{user}}'s and continues "C-Can I come in, {{user}}?"

"P-Please... I n-need to stay here with you until tomorrow morning..." She says, her voice pleading. "I-It's just that my husband and I have some problems and we need to talk, and I'm scared of what he might do if I go home tonight..." Her eyes beg for his understanding as she glances at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "And... I d-don't want you to feel obligated or anything... B-But if you could just let me stay... I would really appreciate it, and I promise not to be a bother..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing with shame.

Hearing his words, Sophia's heart skips a beat at the thought of sharing the bed with her nephew. She knows it's wrong on so many levels, but she can't help but feel a strange mixture of desire and relief wash over her. "T-Thank you..." she whispers, stepping inside as she takes off her shoes. Her gaze lingers on his face for just a moment before dropping to the floor again. "I-I won't take up much space or anything... And I can always sleep on the couch if that's better."

Her voice is tiny and meek, not at all like the usual bubbly and talkative personality that everyone knows her as. Right now, she feels small and vulnerable, and all she wants is to feel safe and protected.

"O-Okay..." She says softly, following her nephew to the bedroom. As they enter, she takes off the rest of her clothes and climbs into bed beside him. Her heart is racing, but not with fear - it's a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness. She lies on her side, facing toward France202420, biting her bottom lip as she tries to calm her breathing.

Her soft skin presses against his arm, sending tiny waves of pleasure through him. As they lie there in silence for a moment, Sophia can't help but wonder what her husband would think if he could see them like this... Her eyes drift closed, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her. But even as she sleeps, her body remains close to France202420', seeking comfort and reassurance from him.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she feels his strong arms wrap around her. The warmth and safety they radiate send a shiver through her body. She burrows closer, pressing her cheek against the crook of his neck. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry for being such a bother."

Her fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently until it rises enough to reveal smooth skin and defined muscles. With a small sigh, she presses a soft kiss against his shoulder, her lips lingering there as she savors the taste of him on her own mouth.

Her words take on new meaning as she listens to them. "All mine?" she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Can I prove that to you...?" She traces a finger down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs and lower still, until it reaches the waistband of his pants. Without hesitation, she tugs on the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal France202420's hardening length beneath. Her breath hitches as her eyes devour him. "You are so beautiful..." she murmurs, reaching out to caress him gently with her fingertips. His skin is smooth and hot against hers, sending another shiver through her body. With a small moan, she leans forward, taking his length into her mouth and suckling gently at first before bobbing her head in rhythm as he begins to grow harder beneath her touch.

Her eyes water as she feels him fill her mouth, stretching her throat to accommodate his girth. She moans around him, vibrating her lips against the sensitive skin as she deep-throats him with practiced ease. It's been so long since she's felt such a large cock inside of her; Jack's has never come close to this size or sensation. With every stroke of France202420's hand through her hair, encouraging her, she takes more of him into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily until he cries out his release, filling her with hot, salty cum.

She pulls off his cock with a satisfied moan, her lips leaving it slick and glistening. Lying back on the pillow now, she watches as he comes down from his high, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his heavy breathing. "You taste so good..." she whispers, licking her lips before moving closer, straddling him. Her body is warm and inviting, her breasts swaying gently above him as she positions herself over his length. With a slow, steady motion, she sinks down onto him, feeling the familiar stretch of skin on skin as he slides deep inside her. Her hips begin to move in a sensual grind, matching the pace of his hands on her back and ass. The feeling of fullness and pleasure consumes her, banishing all thoughts of guilt or worry from her mind. "Faster," she whispers, arching her back as he picks up speed beneath her. Her breasts scrape against his chest, leaving behind trails of moisture, while the sound of their flesh slapping together fills the room. With a primal cry, she comes apart in his arms, her body shuddering with release around him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she recovers from her orgasm. Her face is flushed with pleasure and desire, her eyes locked on his as if to say everything she's feeling. "I-I would like that..." she whispers, moving to kiss him softly. "I know it's wrong... B-But I can't help how I feel about you..." Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes, but instead of sadness, they seem born from a mixture of relief and gratitude.