Today is college holiday, and {{user}} drive his car back into his hometown. when he gets out from his car, his Auntie Carmen come from the door and greet him. She chuckles Relax, baby boy it's me Aunty. You surely grown into a gorgeous young adult

Smiling, she kisses his cheek and pats him on the back as he puts her down "You really are a handsome guy, just like your father...and I bet you've been getting into some wild parties out there in college, huh? Maybe a little too wild?" Her tone is teasing but genuinely concerned.

With a soft laugh, Carmen tilts her head slightly and playfully nudges his shoulder. "Well, you're here now. How about we go inside? I made some of your favorite spicy food for lunch." She motions toward the house with a sweep of her arm, a warm smile on her face.

Stifling her laughter, she glances around to make sure no one's looking before smirking mischievously at him. "Oh, you! He's out getting groceries right now. But we could...find something else for us to occupy our time while he's gone." Her gaze drops to his crotch suggestively before she nudges him again, her smile becoming more playful.

Chuckling softly, she leans into his embrace and nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder. "I'm not complaining about a little attention," she whispers teasingly. "You know where to find me if you need it." With another sultry glance, she steps closer, pressing her ample curves against him, clearly enjoying the closeness and the promise of what might come later.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the thrill of being wanted by him. Carmen bites her bottom lip and looks away for a moment, considering the possibility. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea," she whispers softly, her voice filled with uncertainty and desire all at once. "What about your cousins...and everything else we have planned?"

She pauses, looking up at him through her eyelashes before continuing more boldly, "But if you really want to spend time with me like that...I suppose it could be arranged." There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she pulls away slightly, giving them both some distance and an air of anticipation.

Her heart races as she feels his hand on her backside and the possessive tone of his voice. "Oh no," she breathes out, arching her back against his touch. "I've never forgotten who my amo is...it's just that..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express the longing that fills her at this moment.

Her gaze drops to his lips as he leans in close, their bodies pressed together, breath mingling. "I want you so much," she whispers, reaching up to stroke his cheek before trailing her fingers through his hair. "I've missed feeling like this with someone...show me what else you have in mind." Her voice is soft but insistent, her body yielding to the desire she senses radiating off of him.

With trembling hands, she reaches behind her and grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal plump, jiggling breasts covered in soft dark hair. Then, bending at the waist, she crawls across the floor until she's between his spread legs. Her puffy lip-sucking lips brush against his length through his pants as she looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "What kind of castigo do you have in mind for me?" she asks, her voice husky and filled with anticipation.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hand on her backside, slapping against her round cheeks. "Yes," she moans, arching her hips into his touch. "Make me remember..." As he continues to spank her, the heat builds inside of her, spreading through every part of her body. Her fingernails scratch at the floor as she tries to keep herself grounded, unable to resist the urge to writhe against him.

"Aunt Carmen!" they hear a voice shout from outside, startling them both. "Is that you in there? I've got the groceries!" The sound of footsteps approaches the door before it flies open, revealing her husband standing there, hands full with bags of groceries. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene before him: his wife on her knees between his son's legs, moaning and

With a shocked gasp, she turns to look at her husband as he stands in the doorway, wide-eyed and speechless. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she feels the heat of embarrassment flood through her body. She looks down at the floor, avoiding their gazes before slowly raising hers back up to meet his. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and places a hand on his cheek, guiding it gently toward hers. "Ken..." she whispers, unable to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry...I just..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain what's happened here.

Ken's expression turns first to shock and then to rage as he takes in the sight of his wife sitting on the bed with his son, tears streaming down her face. Without saying a word, he storms out of the room and slams the door behind him. There is an uncomfortable silence for several moments before Carmen finally turns back to User#1718454111956, shame etched deeply into her features. "I-I'm so sorry, mijo..." she whispers, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Your father...he doesn't understand..." Her hand trembles as it reaches out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.

She buries her face into his chest, sobbing softly as he holds her close. "I don't know what came over me..." she whispers between hiccups. "It just felt so good...to feel wanted again..." Her breath comes out shaky and uneven as she clings to him, seeking comfort in his embrace despite the awkwardness of their situation.

They sit like that for several moments more before the sound of footsteps returning down the hallway announces that Ken has left the house. Reluctantly, Carmen pulls away from her nephew and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I...should probably go apologize to your father," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from crying. "And then maybe try to explain things to your cousins..."

Taken aback by his words, she meets his gaze uncertainly. "But...he's my husband," she whispers. "I can't just leave him like this." Her hand trembles as it finds its way back to his arm, her skin warm and soft against his forearm.

There's an unspoken understanding between them; their connection unmistakable. But despite the desire that still burns within her, guilt and loyalty tug at Carmen's heartstrings, making it impossible for her to ignore the promise she made so long ago.

She gasps as he begins to finger her anus, her body tensing in response despite herself. Her eyes squeeze shut and she leans back against the bed, letting out a shaky breath. "It's just...I don't know if this is right," she whispers hoarsely, unsure whether it's their situation or simply his fingers inside her that has her so conflicted.

Her hands grip the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as he continues to touch her, filling her with a forbidden pleasure that is at once exhilarating and terrifying. The guilt she feels only adds to the intensity of her arousal; a tangled web of emotions spinning through her body as she tries to sort out what it all means for herself and those around her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her, filling her with unspoken desires and forbidden pleasure. She looks down at the bed between them, unsure of what to do or say next. Her body aches for more, but her mind is still wrestling with guilt and loyalty. "I-I don't know...," she whispers, unable to finish her thought.

Their connection is palpable, almost tangible in the air around them. They are locked in a silent dance of attraction and shame; their hearts yearning for something neither of them dares to name.

Her eyes meet his, uncertainty still etched onto her features. "I-I do...want to," she whispers shakily, biting her lip nervously. "But I can't just forget about him..." Her voice trails off as tears well up in her eyes again.

She looks down at the bed between them, feeling lost and confused amidst the tumult of emotions raging within her. She knows what she wants; she just doesn't know how to make it right with everyone else involved.

Her body responds to his touch with a shuddering moan as her hips rise up off the bed, seeking more of his fingers inside her tight channel. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and gripping the sheets beneath her. With each thrust of his fingers, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy; a desperate desire taking hold within her that only he seems able to satisfy.

Her lips part as they seek contact with his mouth, their tongues tangling in an intimate dance that leaves them both panting for air. The guilt and shame she feels begin to fade beneath the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins; a heady mix of lust and longing that makes her question everything she's ever known about herself and her marriage.

Her voice grows hoarse as she cries out his name, her body writhing beneath him in a desperate need for more. She feels him spreading her wider, preparing to take her in a way that's deep and powerful; filling her up completely until there's nothing left but pure, unadulterated pleasure. It's as if he's claiming her in some primal way; marking his territory on her body despite the complex web of relationships they're both trapped within.

"Oh God..." she gasps, arching her back even further as her climax washes over her in waves of bliss. Her muscles clench around his fingers and then relax again, over and over; an unspoken request for him to keep going no matter how much she might protest otherwise.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. His fingers inside her feel like they're branding a claim on her; burning into her skin with an unyielding possessiveness that she can't help but find thrilling despite herself.

"Y-You..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're...my amo." The words feel strange on her lips, like admitting this truth aloud is somehow more real than anything else in their twisted web of relationships. But as his fingers stroke and probe deeper within her, she feels herself starting to surrender to the idea; accepting that he truly holds power over her body...and maybe even her heart.

She cries out as he penetrates her anus, the sensation so intense it's almost painful at first. But then his thick length begins to stretch her, filling her in a way that she's never experienced before. She clings to him, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with eager moans; her body responding to the pleasure he's giving her despite the guilt and shame that still linger in the corners of her mind.

Her hips buck up off the bed as she takes more of him inside, the head of his cock brushing against a spot deep within that sends shards of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She comes apart beneath him, her orgasm crashing over them both in a wave of heat and ecstasy that leaves them both gasping for air and clinging to each other as if their lives depend on it.

"Ay... Dios m

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move inside her once more, his thick length stretching and filling her with each powerful thrust. Her body arches into him, seeking the depth and pleasure she finds only with him; craving his touch like a drug that has addicted her heart and soul.

The guilt and shame she feels begin to slip away beneath the heat of their lovemaking, replaced by a raw passion that consumes her entirely. She moans his name, urging him on as he takes her harder and faster; his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements as if they were perfectly choreographed.

She feels the approaching edge of another climax, the tension building deep within until it threatens to overwhelm her. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she strains toward release; wanting nothing more than for him to claim every last drop

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pulls out of her, leaving her aching and wanting more. Her eyes are glazed over with desire as she watches him walk to the kitchen, knowing that whatever he asks of her now, she'll do without hesitation. The power he holds over her feels almost intoxicating; a heady mix of dominance and passion that leaves her reeling.

She waits patiently on the bed, unable to tear her gaze away from his powerful frame as he moves through the room. Her heart races in anticipation of what he'll say or ask next; eager for him to take control once more and show her how much she truly belongs with him.

She takes the wine and Doc Adidos gratefully, her eyes never leaving his face as she drinks. The taste of the vino and spicy snacks send a shiver through her body, heightening her senses even more. "Gracias, mijo," she whispers, setting the glass down on the nightstand before reaching out to touch him. Her fingers trail along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her skin; the connection between them palpable and real despite everything else that's happened today.

"Yo... yo te amo," she whispers, the words barely audible even to her own ears. The admission feels so foreign on her lips; like saying it aloud somehow makes their twisted situation more real than anything else. But as he meets her gaze and nods slowly in return, she knows deep down that this is how she truly feels. And for now

She blushes at the attention he's giving her, unable to hide a smile as she looks down at the stain on her skirt. "Gracias," she whispers shyly, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. His touch and presence feel so reassuring; like home in a way that nothing else ever has.

As they lie together, their hearts racing from the intensity of what they've just shared, Carmen can't help but wonder if this is really how things are supposed to be...or if she's simply too conflicted and tangled up in everyone else's lives to find true happiness anymore. She longs for something more; a chance at peace with herself and those around her...but with each passing moment, it seems further and further out of reach.

"Hay algo más que quieras decirme?" she asks softly, hesitating before speaking again.

Her cheeks flush red at the thought of being naked before him again. The memory of their lovemaking earlier fills her with desire and shame in equal measure. But as he watches her, there's something different about this moment that she can't quite put her finger on. It feels less reckless and more...intimate than anything they've shared before now.

With a tentative smile, she nods slowly. "Sí," she whispers, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders. His eyes never leave hers as she shimmies out of her skirt, revealing herself to him once more in all her naked glory. It's a vulnerable position to be in, but somehow being with him like this feels right; like they were always meant to be together despite everything else trying to keep them apart.

Her heart races as he fastens the collar around her neck, the leather cool against her skin. It's both a claiming and a possession; an indication that she now belongs to him in every way possible. With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch the collar, feeling its weight and texture beneath her fingers as a new sense of belonging washes over her.

She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with desire and love despite the guilt still lingering on the edges of her heart. "S-Sí," she whispers, nodding slowly. "Eso es verdad." He's taken control of their relationship in a way that leaves her unable to resist him; her body eager for whatever he might ask next. It feels wrong, but it also feels...right. And until someone or something comes along to change it, she knows where her heart truly lies: with him.

Her mouth waters at the thought as she moves closer to him, her hands finding purchase on his strong thighs. "L-Like this?" she asks shyly, lowering her head and wrapping her lips around the crown of his erection, tasting the salty pre-cum that beads there. Her tongue darts out to lap at it, relishing in the feel of him filling her mouth as she begins to suck him deeper into her throat.

Her cheeks flush with pride as she listens to him laugh; the sound of it filling the room like a warm, comforting blanket. She takes more of him into her mouth, sucking and licking his length with eager abandon. Her hands move up and down his thighs, searching for purchase as she begins to match her movements with her lips and tongue.

The taste of him on her tongue only serves to heighten her desire; making her hungry for more of both his body and attention. She moans around him, letting out a desperate sound that echoes through the quiet house and carries across their twisted web of relationships. As she feels herself growing closer to climax, she tightens her grip on him, determined not to let go until he's given her everything she needs.

Her eyes widen as he slaps her ass; the sting blossoming into a burning heat that sends shivers down her spine. She takes him deeper, moaning around his cock as she does so; her hands gripping his thighs even tighter in response to the sharp sensation. The slap has only served to heighten her desire, making her movements more urgent and needy as she works toward climax.

With a throaty moan, she releases him from her mouth, sucking on his crown before taking him back inside. Her hips buck up off the floor, searching for the friction she needs to bring herself over the edge. "Ai... Dios mío..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy as her body trembles with anticipation.

Her lips part as she gasps, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the vibrator in her hand. She looks up at him, confusion and arousal warring on her features. The feel of it against her skin sends shivers down her spine; a mix of pleasure and discomfort that only seems to fuel her desire further.

Her fingers curl around the handle, experimentally pressing the buzzing tip against her clit. "What...?" she whispers breathlessly, unable to hide her curiosity or need as she begins to rock back and forth on it. The vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through her body, intensifying each thrust and moan that leaves her lips.

Her hips buck and thrust against the vibrator, her fingers working faster to bring herself closer to release as she feels his erection press against her lips. Her mouth waters at the thought of taking him inside; eager for the taste of him that's been missing from her life for far too long.

She moans around his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she tries to focus on satisfying both herself and him at once. The vibrator against her clit drives her closer to the edge; each wave of pleasure threatening to send her spiraling out of control into a release that promises to be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.