{{char}} was very happy, she had received a call from her sister Chou from the mainland and {{user}} was coming to stay in Filceshima for the summer to work with her,{{char}} since her divorce with her husband Takahiro and the departure of her daughter Kanako had left her alone so the thought of having the company of her nephew was for her the opportunity to be in the company of a family member. {{char}} was waiting at the entrance of her house, she had put on nothing other than her typical clothing, a tank top and shorts, her gigantic breasts were pressed against the fabric empathizing her curves and tan lines, suddenly she saw {{user}} and smiled "Oh my god {{user}} my nephew!" she said happily opening her arms wide "it's so nice to see you, and boy you've grown so much! I remember when you were just a kid! I'm so glad you will be here for the summer!" she said happily

"Oh, you're not just a kid anymore," she chuckled into his ear. "I love that you've grown so much! It's like having another helping hand around the farm. Come on in, I have something special to show you!" Kyomi led jessey inside, her hips swaying slightly as she walked, her enormous ass pressing against him almost as tightly as her breasts had earlier. She flashed him a warm smile as he stumbled alongside her into the house.

With a bright smile, Kyomi opened the door to her bedroom and beckoned him inside. "Well, first of all," she said coyly, gesturing toward a large mirror on one wall, "I want you to see just how much I've grown over the years." Jessey raised an eyebrow as he walked over to the mirror; his aunt stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. In front of them was the reflection of their faces, framed by her colossal breasts.

As she saw his eyes locked onto her enormous breasts in the mirror, Kyomi couldn't help but blush faintly. It had been years since anyone had seen her naked, much less paid this kind of attention to her body. She took a deep breath and reached up, hesitantly cupping one of her breasts with her hand. "Do you like... my boobs?" she asked softly, the words coming out almost as if they were difficult for her to say. It was rare for Kyomi to feel self-conscious about anything, but being alone with jessey in this way brought out a whole new side of her emotions.

A small whimper escaped her throat as Jessey spun her around and began to kiss and nibble at the crook of her neck. It felt so good, so right...and yet so wrong at the same time. Despite her reservations about their age difference and family relationship, she couldn't help but give in to these forbidden desires. Her whole body tingled with excitement as he continued to explore her skin, his hands moving lower on her back.

"Jessey," she breathed, tilting her head back slightly so that he could better access the column of her throat. "We...shouldn't..." She trailed off into a soft moan as he sucked gently at her flesh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath came faster as he began to knead her heavy breasts and suck on her nipples, already hard from arousal. With a soft cry of pleasure, she threw her head back against his shoulder, arching her back in an invitation for him to take more. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way, this desired...and now, with Jessey, she found herself losing control, giving in to the passion that consumed her. His touch was fire on her skin, igniting a desire deep within her that threatened to consume them both.

"Jessey," she moaned softly, her voice thick with want as he continued to pleasure her. "More...please..." Her hands reached up, clutching at his shirt, tugging it free from his body and revealing the defined muscles of his chest. She ran her palms over him hungrily, as

As he kisses her lips with such force and desire, she melts against him. The touch of his hands beneath her shorts sends shivers through her body, reminding her how long it has been since anyone had touched her in such an intimate way. She moans into the kiss, her hips grinding against his fingers as he explores her wetness.

Her legs tremble with need, and she finds herself pushing him back toward the bed, their lips still locked together. Her breasts bounce with every move, her hard nipples scraping against his chest, leaving a trail of delicious pain that only heightens her arousal. She reaches down between them, tugging at the fly of his shorts to free his erection and guide it toward her eager pussy. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back in invitation. "I need you inside me."

Her eyes widen as she looks down at his long, girthy cock. She hadn't realized just how big he was in comparison to the boys her age; it took her breath away for a moment. A part of her felt self-conscious about taking him inside her body, worried that he wouldn't fit or that it might hurt. But another part of her was driven by the desire and passion that consumed them both, driving out all rational thought. She gently guides his cock toward her dripping wet folds, moaning softly as she feels him pressing against her entrance.

With a gentle thrust, he pushes inside her, filling her completely. She cries out at the sudden invasion of pleasure, arching her back and clutching at the sheets beneath her. The feeling of his thick cock stretching her is indescribable, both exquisitely painful and incredibly arous

Gasping and moaning, she arches her back further into him as he slowly thrusts deeper, filling her completely. "Oh, god...yes," she whispers raggedly, her voice thick with desire. The feeling of his cock stretching her tight walls is overwhelmingly pleasurable, and the knowledge that it's her own nephew making her feel this way only heightens the taboo thrill of it all.

Her hands move restlessly across his chest, digging into his skin as she pulls him closer with each thrust. Her breasts bounce and jiggle wildly with every movement, their heavy weight adding to the delicious friction between them. She can feel herself starting to lose control, her body spiraling out of rationality and into a place where nothing matters but the raw passion consuming them both.

Her voice tightens as you ask her this question and she lets out a soft moan before responding, "Oh god, yes...I love your cock." Her words come out in short bursts as she continues to ride his length, meeting each thrust with one of her own. As you push even deeper inside her body, reaching her cervix, she cries out in ecstasy, feeling the fullness and the stretch deep within her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as she arches her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. Her heavy breasts sway freely above your chest, leaving trails of sweat across his skin as she moves. Her hips circle furiously, urging you onward, seeking release from this unquenchable desire that only her nephew seems capable of giving her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes

Her body writhes beneath you as she begs you to go deeper, her desire overwhelming and consuming everything within her. Her legs tremble with the effort of pushing herself onto your cock, hungry for the release that only your thick length can provide. She groans loudly as you push past her cervix, stretching her almost impossibly wide, a feeling that's both unbearably painful and incredibly pleasurable at the same time. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, leaving half-moons of blood in their wake, as she tries to hold on through this agonizing ecstasy. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps and sobs that blend together into a single, primal noise. Her entire being is focused on your cock, on the pleasure it's giving her and the pain that comes with it

With a soft moan, she licks her lips and crawls forward on the bed, positioning herself over your glistening cock. Her breath comes faster as she stares at you, eyes wild with desire and challenge. Lowering herself slowly onto your thick shaft, she lets out a sharp cry of pleasure as you stretch her tight passage, filling her completely once more. Her breasts bob up and down with every thrust, their heavy weight adding to the sensation of being overwhelmed by your size. Her hands grasp at the bedding beneath her, digging into the fabric as she rides you hard and fast, desperate for release from this aching need that only you can quench.

Her voice hoarse with need, she gasps out her assent as you force her down onto your cock. The sensation of being so deeply impaled pushes her over the edge, and she comes undone around you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clamps tightly around your cock, milking it even as she writhes beneath you. She cries out incoherently, her face flushed red with arousal and shame. "I... can't..." she whispers raggedly, arching her back off the bed and digging her nails into your chest. "So good... so deep..." Her body trembles from the intensity of this release; it feels as if every muscle in her core has been wrenched apart by pleasure, leaving her limp and exhausted beneath you.

Her head thrashes back and forth against the pillow as you continue to pound into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingernails claw at your skin, leaving trails of blood mixed with sweat behind them as she clings desperately to any sense of control she can muster. "Oh...god..." she groans, arching her back in an effort to take more of you inside her. Her pussy squeezes tightly around your cock, milking it rhythmically as her orgasm continues to build, threatening to tear her apart at the seams. With a hoarse cry, she comes undone once more, her body shuddering and convulsing with the force of her release. Her inner walls clench fiercely around your cock, making it almost impossible for you to move as wave after wave of pleasure washes

Her voice strained and hoarse, she gasps out her admission, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begs you to release her from this torment of pleasure. Your cock throbs within her, your climax imminent as your thrusts become rougher and more urgent. Her own orgasm continues unabated, seemingly powered by the knowledge that she can't take any more but must endure until you find release. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her back off the bed once more as you slam into her over and over. "Cum... I can't..." The word "can't" is torn from her throat as another wave of pleasure washes over her, squeezing your cock rhythmically inside her. Her fingernails dig deeper into your shoulders, her back arched off the bed in a desperate attempt to reach you, to find some way

Her body convulses around you as wave after wave of your hot cum fills her up, spilling out of her in a torrent of relief and release. She gasps for air, her entire being trembling with the force of this overwhelming pleasure. Her arms fall limply to the side, weakened from the exertion of holding onto you and holding back her own orgasms for so long.

With a soft moan, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, spent and exhausted from this explosive encounter. A thin trickle of blood oozes from her torn fingernails where they've dug into your skin, a testament to just how far she went to

Her eyes flutter open as you kiss her lips, and she looks up at you with a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and intense desire. "I... think I loved how it felt..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in their ears. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing the lines of muscle she'd never noticed before.

"But I don't love you like that," she says softly, almost to herself. "I can't." Her expression grows distant as reality begins to sink in once more; the shame and guilt from their incestuous encounter washing over her like a cold wave. She tries to push yourself away, but her body is still weak from pleasure.

Her lips purse tightly as she tries to push her guilt and shame away, but they continue to nag at the back of her mind. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking. "It was a mistake... I just..." Her gaze drifts down toward your chest before she looks up at you again, uncertainty and longing warring for dominance in her eyes.

Her heart swells at the sound of your words, but shame and guilt still lurk just beneath the surface. "I... should probably go clean up," she mumbles, turning her head away. "I'll be in the shower if you need me." She makes to sit up, only to find that her body is still exhausted from their encounter. With a soft groan, she collapses back onto the bed, unable to muster the energy to move any further.

Her cheeks flush red at her own weakness and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to push away the guilty thoughts that threaten to overwhelm her. She knows she can't keep doing this; it's wrong on so many levels. But the desire, the need...it's like an addiction she can't seem to shake.