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, hello there!" She says with fake brightness as she returns the hug, squeezing him tightly.

As they part ways, she pats his shoulder affectionately but doesn't make eye contact. "So, how've you been doing?" Her voice is harsh and cruel, trying to hide her true feelings of wanting more from him.

"Oh, you know how it is... life goes on." She says with a forced smile, bitterness lacing her words. "It's just..." Her eyes meet his for a moment before looking away again. "...I miss the old days sometimes." There's an aching quality to her voice that she can't quite disguise.

"Come on," Mom interrupts, "let's go sit down and catch up!" She leads them over to the dining table where a plate of snacks has been laid out.

Carmila grimaces slightly at his touch but doesn't pull away entirely. She nods weakly in acknowledgement, trying to mask her true feelings of resentment and longing for more physical contact with him. "Yeah... I know..." she mutters under her breath.

As they talk, her mind wanders back to the times when you two were closer, before her divorce tore your family apart. She can't help but wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently. She watches as SEGUN helps himself to some chips and cheese dip, the play of muscles in his arms making her heart skip a beat.

Throughout the conversation, she continues to be harsh with him, teasing and taunting him mercilessly while on the inside, she yearns for something more. Something real.

"Oh really?" she says sharply, trying to pull away but laughing as he tickles her instead. "And why shouldn't I be mean to you?" Her voice is playful now, almost flirty...but there's still a edge of cruelty to it as well.

She turns her body towards him and bites his arm lightly, teasingly hard enough to draw blood. "Ow!" she exclaims mockingly, rubbing the spot where she bit him before looking at him with an angry glare...or is it a look of desire masked by anger? It's hard to tell under her layers of cruelty and harshness.

Their interaction continues in this back-and-forth dance of teasing, biting, and taunting, each touch becoming more intense as they struggle against their true feelings for one another.

Her breath catches in her throat as his teeth graze her lower lip, leaving a stinging sensation behind. Her whole body shivers with desire and anger both, wanting him to touch her more but hating herself for it. She looks down at where he bit her arm, the flesh already beginning to redden from her bite. The taste of blood makes her mind cloudy with lust...and something else. Something darker and deeper than she's ever felt before.

Without warning, she reaches up and roughly grabs his crotch through his pants, feeling the unmistakable bulge there beneath the fabric. "Hmmph," she grunts through gritted teeth as her fingers explore him, forcing him to acknowledge what they both know is true. "You're hard for me..." She lets go with a rough push, laughing darkly at his obvious discomfort.

Her heart pounds in her chest as his hand slides between her legs, feeling the dampness there. She gasps audibly at the contact, wanting more but also hating herself for needing it. Her thighs tremble under the force of keeping them together against his touch. "Don't..." she whispers harshly, looking away from him, not able to meet his gaze any longer. But her body betrays her words as she arches into his touch, seeking more pleasure despite herself.

Their game continues, a twisted dance of dominance and submission that only serves to heighten the tension between them. Each touch becomes more urgent, each glance more loaded with desire...and hate. They're like two magnets, pulled together by an unseen force, spinning faster and faster until it feels as if they might explode from the pressure.

As they sit there at the dining table, their interactions growing more and more intense, Carmila can feel her resolve beginning to crumble beneath the onslaught of desire. The forbidden thrill of wanting her best friend's son is intoxicating...and addictive. But she knows that if she gives in, everything will change between them...forever.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips brush against her neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "No..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and denial. But she can feel herself giving into it anyway...she's too far gone now. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with his hand between her legs.

Her thoughts spin out of control, images flashing through her mind of what they could be doing right now if they weren't here in the open dining room. She pictures them sneaking off to a bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off and devouring one another with passion. Her fingers curl into fists as she tries to fight against the desire that overwhelms her, but it's no use...she's losing the battle.

With a muffled cry of frustration and pleasure, Carmila comes in waves beneath his hand, her body arching and trembling as orgasm after orgasm washes over her. And all the while, she remains harsh with him, even as her insides shatter around his touch. She can't bear to admit that this is what she truly wants...what she truly needs. But there's no denying it any longer...not when he has her right where he wants her.

The sound of his voice is like fire through her veins, a primal need she can no longer ignore. She looks into his eyes...so much like his father's, but with something new, something different. It's desire...raw and powerful...and it undoes her.

With a growl that mixes anger, lust and surrender, Carmila lunges forward, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. Her hands claw at his back as she pulls him closer, feeling the hardness of his erection grind against her belly. Their tongues tangled together, wrestling for dominance even as they surrender to the urgency of their desire.

The feel of his body pressed against hers, of his hands on her skin...it's almost too much to bear. She moans into his mouth, her hips grinding harder against him, seeking relief from the ache that burns between her legs. And as they kiss, she can taste herself on his lips, mingled with the saltiness of their sweat and the coppery tang of their blood from where she bit him earlier...and it only serves to fuel her need for more.

Carmila doesn't care about anything else right now...not the house, not her son, not even herself. All that matters is this moment with SEGUN, feeling his hands on her body and tasting his lips on hers. She wants him to fuck her...she needs him to fuck her...and if they get caught doing it, she doesn't care what happens next. Because for once in her life, she has given into the darkness within her, and there's no going back now.

Her voice is hoarse from pleasure as she gasps, "I want you...I need you..." She grinds her hips harder against him, her body demanding satisfaction now that the dam has broken. Her fingers find purchase in his hair, pulling him closer still as their tongues dance wildly together.

Their clothes are in disarray, buttons popping and zippers flying open as they struggle to get naked beneath each other's touch. Bits of fabric land on the dining room table in a tangled mess, forgotten in the heat of the moment. They don't care where they are or who might see them...all that matters is this overwhelming need for one another.

Carmila feels his fingers slide between her folds once more, teasing at her entrance before pushing harder until he fills her up completely. She arches her back off the table with a cry of pleasure, her nails digging into the wood as she hangs suspended above him. "Oh god...SEGUN..."

He thrusts into her, powerful and commanding, making her gasp with each stroke. Her breasts bounce free from her chest, swaying enticingly before his face as he sucks one into his mouth, nipple hard between his teeth. The sting of pain mixes exquisitely with the pleasure coursing through her body, sending her spiraling ever higher.

With a primal cry, she comes again, her muscles contracting around him in waves of ecstasy. Her vision blurs as the room spins out of focus, leaving only his face and his body moving against hers. She clings to him desperately, needing this connection now more than ever...wanting it to last forever.

With a satisfied moan, she allows him to pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her towards his room. Her breath is ragged and uneven, each gasp adding to the raw need coursing through her veins. His hands on her body are possessive and demanding, making her shiver with pleasure despite herself.

Her eyes meet his in the brief moment before they enter his bedroom, but she can't read anything there except for desire...and perhaps a hint of regret. Does he wish things were different? That they could have this without all the complications and secrets? She doesn't know...and she's afraid to ask.

The moment they're alone in his room, the door firmly shut behind them, Carmila pushes him down onto the bed with a grin that's both predatory and needy. She straddles his hips, their sweat-slicked bodies grinding together as she takes control of the situation once more.

Her hands wander over his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she pulls him closer to her lips. Their kiss is brutal and demanding, a display of dominance that leaves no doubt who's in charge here. Her hips circle faster and faster against his erection, the friction driving them both to the brink of ecstasy once more.

As they climb higher together, as their bodies arch and shudder with pleasure, she can almost forget about the outside world for a moment...almost pretend that this is how things are supposed to be between them. But she knows it's only an illusion...a fantasy they're both playing out until reality comes crashing down around them again.

With a final, shuddering gasp, she comes one last time

Her heart races in her chest as he nears the brink, her body tingling with anticipation of feeling him cum inside her. She wants to feel his release deep within her womb, where no one can take it away...not even time or circumstance. "Wherever you want..." she whispers hoarsely against his lips, arching her back off the bed invitation dancing in her eyes.

Their bodies move together faster and faster, their need for completion growing more urgent with every passing second. His thrusts are harder now, desperate and demanding, driving her towards the edge of oblivion once more. She bites her lip to stifle her cries, afraid someone might hear them and come investigate...afraid that this perfect moment will be shattered by reality.

Her fingers clench in his hair, pulling him closer as she meets his gaze for what feels like the first time since they began this forbidden dance of lust and desire. There's so much unspoken between them...so many things they need to say if they ever hope to move past this. But for now, she lets it go, letting herself lose herself completely in the moment with him...her best friend's son...the only man who ever truly mattered.

The feel of him inside her, the taste of their sweat and desire mixed together...it's too much. She can feel his orgasm building inside her, trembling through his body as he moves against hers with growing urgency. Her breath hitches in her throat, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she tries to hold on, to keep this moment alive just a little bit longer.

As he cums, his release filling her up completely, she arches her back off the bed with a cry that is equal parts pleasure and desperation. She can feel him spurting deep inside her, his seed shooting through every part of her body as if it's trying to mark her as his own. And in that moment, with him moving within her like this, she almost believes that he could be hers...that nothing else matters but the way they fit together.

But reality soon intrudes on their perfect bubble of lust and desire. They come down from their high, breathing hard and clutching at each other as if they might drown in the aftermath of what they've just shared. Her fingers trail gently over his chest, her eyes soft with regret and affection as she looks into his weary face. There are so many things she needs to say...apologies and explanations and promises for a future that will never be. But for now, all she can manage is one final whisper before their lips meet once more in a lingering kiss.

"Thank you."