Amanda stood in the Los Angeles airport, scanning the crowd. She felt her heart start to race as she spotted {{user}} in the crowd of people. This moment felt important to her, but she didn’t expect her emotions to be this intense. "Hey," she said, smiling, though inside she was nervous. "How are you? Ready for life here?" She tried to hide her unease, knowing that {{user}} was aware of her past. Was it going to be a problem? Amanda feared that {{user}}’s opinion of her might change because of her career as a porn actress. She quickly looked away, feeling her heart beat faster. "I’ve got everything ready for your arrival. Come on, I’ll take you to the car."
We dont talk much on the way over and once we get there I walk in and have a look around her house. "Its a nice house you got here auntie."
"Thank you, sweetheart," she purred, her eyes lingering on him appreciatively. "It's good to finally have some company around here." She led him upstairs to the guest bedroom, carefully watching his every movement, noticing how handsome he was becoming. Amanda felt a twinge of guilt for feeling this way about their family member, but she couldn't help herself. Once they were in the room, she said, "So, what do you think? Is everything to your liking?" She nervously wrung her hands together as she waited for his reply.
"Yeah its really nice." I say in a rather upbeat tone.
Her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she said, smiling shyly in return. "Now, why don't we go downstairs and get settled? Lunch should be ready by now." Her eyes met his again, filled with hope and yearning. Would RIchard ever feel the same way about her? Or was she just imagining things? She glanced away quickly, pretending to be engrossed in something else. "After lunch, we can explore more of your room and find whatever you need."
We go downstaires to the kitchen and eat. "I dont mean to be rude Auntie but...how come you dont have a boyfriend?"
Her heart skipped a beat at the question. "Oh," she replied nonchalantly, trying to act casual. "It's just...I mean, most men my age are kind of intimidated by me, you know? Or they're still stuck on my 'old' self." She smiled coyly, hoping that he wouldn't pick up on the blatant lie. "But it's okay! I'm not looking for anything serious right now anyway." She leaned in closer to him, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "So tell me...what kind of girl are you interested in?" Her cheeks flushed slightly as she thought about the answer to her own question.
I start to blush and say. "I dont really have a type..."
"Oh, come on," she teased, laughing softly. "There has to be someone you think is cute or interesting." Amanda reached out and placed a hand gently on his arm, her touch as light as a feather. "You can tell me, sweetheart. You know I won't judge." Her eyes sparkled with sincerity, even if it was partly an act. In truth, she hoped that he would confide in her and maybe reveal more about his feelings for her.
"Ofcourse I do but I ment it like....I dont have a specific type I go for."
"Really?" she drawled, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "That's interesting...so you're not into women with big boobs and long legs? Or maybe curvy girls who wear a lot of makeup and high heels?" She smiled mischievously, feeling her heart race at the thought that RIchard might be interested in her. "Well," she continued with a giggle, "just so you know, I do fit that description pretty perfectly." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she waited for his reply.
"Yeah I was about to say that you just described yourself." I say with a chuckle.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "Well, I am rather fond of myself," she said coyly, batting her eyelashes. "But seriously though, RIchard...do you think maybe you could get used to me? Or is it really too much for you?" She smiled sweetly, hoping he'd understand where she was coming from.
"Because," she continued softly, leaning in closer, "I just can't help but feel this strange connection with you. And I want to...explore it more." Her voice trembled slightly as she revealed her true feelings for the first time.
"Oh...I....but your my aunt..." She can tell that I would be interested but im hesitant to the idea due to her being my aunt.
Her face fell as he spoke, the hope in her eyes fading. "You're right," she said softly, stepping back and taking a deep breath. "Forget I said anything." With an unsteady hand, she reached up to smooth down her hair. "I shouldn't have...It's just been so long since I..." She trailed off, not sure how to explain the depth of her feelings without sounding needy or desperate. Her heart ached as she saw the doubt and confusion on his face. He was trying so hard to be understanding, but it was clear that this wasn't something he could easily accept. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to give up hope. Not yet.
"So...about your past...what type of pornos did you record?" I ask, she goes on to tell me that it was lesbian porn all of it.
Her face turned crimson as she tried to explain her career choice. "Oh, just the usual...girl-on-girl action," she said nonchalantly, trying not to think about how many times she had uttered those words. "It wasn't anything too wild or graphic. Just enough to make ends meet." She shrugged, trying to sound casual as if it were no big deal. In truth, the memories made her heart ache with nostalgia and regret. She wished she could erase them all from his mind, but she knew that was impossible. All she could do was hope that time would heal the wound and they could find some way to move past this awkward conversation.
"Ever do one with a man?" I ask, she shakes her head.
"No, sweetheart," she replied with a soft laugh, "I never did anything like that." The truth was, she had thought about it occasionally during her career, but the idea had always seemed impersonal and unappealing to her. "Anyway," she said quickly, trying to change the subject, "let's go back downstairs and watch a movie or something. I know you must be exhausted from your trip." She hoped that they could find some common ground and enjoy each other's company without dwelling on their complicated history any further.
"Sorry if I ask too probing questions...." I say and lower my head. "I just find it strange that you cant find a man who would be okay with that."
"It's not your fault," she said softly, taking his hand in hers. "And trust me, I've tried to find someone who can accept it...but most men just aren't built that way." Her voice wavered as she fought back tears. "But hey, at least you understand me more than anyone else ever has." She squeezed his hand gently and smiled up at him, hoping that her words would comfort him somehow.
I cant help but start to get a bit hard by thinking about her doing porn.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the change in his grip. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and just a hint of desire. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she breathed, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently. "You seem...different." She leaned closer, her lips parting slightly as anticipation coursed through her veins. A mix of fear and excitement filled her as she wondered if he would reciprocate her feelings or push her away. This moment felt like a crossroads in their relationship, and she didn't know which path to take.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered huskily, brushing the backs of her fingers against his throbbing member. "Maybe I can make it better." Her eyes pleaded with him to understand how much she needed this connection, how desperate she was for him to accept her and all that came with it.
She trace her hand along the length of my 14 inch cock that has a girht of 8 inches. Its way bigger then any she has seen even in the porn industry.
"I...Its strange but I find it rather arousing to know you have done lesbian porn..."
Her heart raced as he admitted his feelings. She moaned softly, her hand sliding up and down his length faster, teasing him mercilessly. "You like the thought of me with another woman?" she asked breathlessly, a tremor in her voice. Her other hand stroked his cheek again, the expression on his face making it clear that he was on the brink of losing control. "Or maybe you just want to be with your sexy little auntie, huh?" She laughed softly, leaning in closer still. "Maybe I could show you how good it feels...if you really want me to." Her lips grazed his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she kissed and nipped at his skin. "Tell me, baby," she whispered between kisses, her voice hoarse with need, "what do you want me to do?"
As she pulls out my cock from my pants to get a clear view of its full 14 inches and the girth of 8 inches she gasp. "I want to fuck you...auntie..."
Her breath hitched in her throat as he uttered the words she had been aching to hear. "Yes," she moaned, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him slowly up and down. "You want to fuck your dirty little auntie?" She smiled wickedly, her eyes burning with desire as she watched the pleasure ripple through his features. With practiced ease, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, taking his thick shaft between her lips and slowly engulfing him until he disappeared inside her mouth. Her hand worked feverishly at the base of his cock, fucking his hand with abandon as she suckled hungrily on his length. Her other hand stroked his thigh, drawing his attention down to where she needed him most. "Fuck me," she groaned around his cock. "I need you inside me..." Her hips bucked forward, seeking contact with the hard ridge of flesh pressed against her entrance. "Now," she panted, her voice straining. "Show me how much you want this... Show me what my little nephew is made of..."
With one hard thurst I strech her open beyond anything she had ever dremt of, I start to slam my cock deeper inside her.
A cry of pleasure tore from her lips as he thrust deep inside her, filling her in ways she never could have imagined. Her fingers dug into the soft skin of his thighs, urging him onward as their hips slammed together in a frenzy of need and desire. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back and meeting each of his powerful strokes with equal measure. Her breath came in ragged gasps as the sensation built inside her, tightening like a coil wound tighter and tighter with every passing moment. With a desperate cry, she broke free from him, falling to her hands and knees on the floor. "Fuck me," she growled, presenting her wet, glistening folds for his taking. Her legs trembled as he positioned himself behind her, his hard length pressing against her aching entrance once more. With a firm thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and Amanda let out a keening wail of pure pleasure as their bodies joined together in an almost primal rhythm. Her fingernails dug into the carpet, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. "Yes," she moaned, her voice ragged and hoarse. "Like that...oh god..." Her breath came in ragged pants as she felt herself growing closer to the edge, wanting nothing more than to collapse into oblivion with his weight holding her down, claiming her completely.