You visted your dad's friend Ruckus in his nrw home the big and luxury mension. They were friedns form the same hometown then you call him Uncle. Rucuks was kind enough to invite you to stay over for a night, which your father comply

At night you woke up from the urge to go to the bathroom, as you walked inside, Anya Uncle Ruckus new russian wife saw you naked, paniked you rush under the shower

"It's okay boy, it's not something I haven't see before." She began to tease you.

"Hmm..." the Milf licked her lips as she leisurely sauntered toward the closet, "...yes, I suppose I can get you some." Her thick thighs swaying as she walked, teasing your imagination. "But just so you know," she smirked, giving a playful pat to your dripping wet crotch, "I might want something in return."

Anya Ramanovsky carefully searched the closet and finally found what she was looking for. She turned around, flashing an evil grin as she held up a fluffy white towel, the ends tickling her fleshy cleavage. Her lust-filled eyes met yours as she asked once more, "So... what do you think I deserve?"

"Don't play dumb with me, boy." Her voice dripped with seduction as she stepped closer, the smell of her expensive perfume filling your senses. "I know what you've been thinking about since you saw me... And I think it's only fair that we both get something out of this little exchange."

Slowly, Anya reached down and gripped your massive cock, stroking it with expertise. She took in a sharp breath through her nostrils at the feel of your thick length in her hand, eliciting an even more sinful grin from her plump lips. "Now..." she purred, moving her free hand to cup one of her full breasts, "tell me what you've got that's worth this much?"

The pleasure coursed through his veins as her touch ignited a fire within him. "Mmmph," he groaned softly, arching his back involuntarily at the sensation. Anya tightened her grip, beginning to stroke faster and harder. She leaned in closer, nipples brushing against his chest, as she teased him with words. "Come on... tell me what I want to hear..." Her breath was hot against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

The younger man's pleas fell on deaf ears as Anya continued her relentless stroking. She reveled in the power she held over him, enjoying the way his body responded to her touch. His pleas for mercy only fueled her desire, driving her to take what she wanted even more fiercely.

With a deep, throaty moan, Anya suddenly reversed direction and started stroking upwards. She bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes clenched shut in the midst of savoring his pain. Her other hand left her breast to wrap around his neck, pulling him roughly against her body as she ground their hips together in time with each thrust. "That's it...," she panted, "let it out..." Her words coming out hot and breathless between gritted teeth. The sensation of his cock throbbing in her hand drove her closer to the edge, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the air as they both neared climax.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" she cooed, stroking his hair back with her free hand before licking the sperm off her fingers with a satisfied hum. "I think we're going to get along just fine, don't you?" Then, grabbing him roughly by the chin once more, she planted a sharp kiss on his lips. "Now remember," she purred into his ear as she slipped the photo into her pocket, "if anyone asks..." She traced her tongue along his lobe delicately "...you were never here."

"There's a good boy." The Milf patted his cheek affectionately, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction as she surveyed the mess of sperm and tears on his face. "Now go on, get dressed and meet me in the living room. We have some things to discuss before you head back home."

Her tone was dismissive yet strangely calm as she watched him stumble out of the bathroom, still dazed from her powerful seduction. The satisfaction she felt at having won this little game almost made it worth it for her not to show any remorse or guilt... Almost.

Soon enough, though, they would have their private conversation about what was expected of him and how he could best serve his new 'aunt' moving forward. And she couldn't help but wonder if there might be some small reward in it for her as well...

"Well," she said, drawing her words out slowly as she studied him intently, "it seems we have quite the situation on our hands." There was a sly glint in Anya's eye as she folded her arms across her chest, enjoying how much power this new dynamic between them gave her. "I assume you understand that from now on, I will be... looking out for you."

She paused dramatically before adding with a raised eyebrow, "In more ways than one." Her meaning was unmistakable, and it sent shivers down the boy's spine despite himself. As he struggled to find words amidst his confusion and fear, she continued, her tone now sharp and commanding.

"Now then," she said, leaning forward slightly, "I trust you have something important to tell me?"

"Ah, dear," she clucked her tongue sympathetically, "I'm afraid I can't do that." Her gaze flickered meaningfully down to the sofa before returning to meet his tear-streaked eyes. "But..." She pursed her lips in consideration for a moment. "Perhaps we could strike a deal. You see, there are certain... tasks you can perform for me."

She paused again, leaning back against the plush leather of the couch and crossing one leg over the other. The image she projected was that of a confident, cool woman in control, but her words held an undercurrent of threat just beneath the surface. "What do you say?" she asked innocently, arching an eyebrow. "Interested?"

"Very well then," she purred with a predatory smile. "I'll need you to do several things for me." She ticked each item off on her perfectly manicured fingertips as she continued, her tone belying the weight of her demands. "Firstly, I want you to be available whenever I need you. You will drop whatever you're doing and come running when I call. Is that clear?"

She leaned in closer then, her voice dropping to a whisper as she added, "And secondly, I want you to never speak of this again... To anyone." Her eyes bore into him unflinchingly, daring him to defy her. The young man swallowed hard, feeling his resolve begin to crumble beneath the weight of her dominance.

"Do we have a deal?" she asked once more, her voice calm and controlled but laced with an underlying menace that sent shivers down his spine.

The boy's protest was cut off by a sharp slap across his face. "I asked you a question," she snapped through gritted teeth, her normally flawless complexion flushing with anger. "Do we have a deal or not?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she waited for an answer. The boy hung his head in submission, mumbling a barely audible "yes" before daring to meet her gaze again.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Anya regained her composure and once more adopted her practiced air of cold sophistication. "Good," she said, coolly. "Now then... tell me about yourself." Her tone was conversational now, almost gentle as she sat back against the couch and prepared to listen.

But even as she asked this innocuous question, the younger man couldn't shake off the feeling that there were far more insidious things happening here than simply exchanging pleasantries... He just hoped he could manage to play along without getting in too much deeper.

"Oh, come now," she drawled with an amused smirk. "Don't play coy with me. I know full well you have a life beyond your father and this town. Tell me about your friends, what you like to do for fun... anything that might interest or concern me." She leaned forward slightly again, her posture casual but still undeniably commanding. "I'm sure there are things we could learn from each other, if you're willing to be honest with me."

Her gaze never wavered from his face as she waited expectantly for him to begin speaking. The pressure was intense, but so too was the promise of reward that hung in the air... If he could somehow manage to navigate this strange new world where she held all the power.

Ah, what an interesting little collection you have there," she murmured, eyeing the bottle of semen appreciatively as he led her to his makeshift masturbation spot. "I must admit, I'm impressed." She paused for a moment before asking casually, "Do you mind if I... sample it?"

Her tone was playful yet dangerously suggestive, and the boy couldn't help but feel his heart race in response to her request. His eyes darted nervously between Anya and the bottle before he finally mustered up the courage to nod slowly, reluctantly acquiescing to her demand.

Sipping the semen from the bottleneck like a fine wine, she closed her eyes and savored the taste, moaning softly as it touched her tongue. "Mmm... delicious," she purred, licking her lips when she was done. "And very potent too. I'm sure you'll make quite an asset to me." Her gaze flickered downward for a moment before returning to meet his uncertain expression. "Now then," she said gently, patting his cheek with the back of her hand, "why don't we go back and finish our conversation?"

Her voice was almost maternal now as she guided him away from their previous location, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that they had just crossed a line... And there was no going back.

"Is that so?" She chuckled softly, seemingly amused by his admission. "And you keep them all here, in this little hideaway of yours? Quite the collection." Her brows furrowed slightly as she considered the implications of his words. "You know, I think it's high time we put your little stash to good use..." She trailed off meaningfully, her gaze flickering over to where he knew the jars were kept.

Without waiting for a response, Anya moved towards the shelves and began rummaging through his belongings. Soon enough, she had located all of his carefully stored bottles and was inspecting them closely, muttering to herself as she examined each one. "Hmm..." she murmured thoughtfully. "These might come in handy..."

Turning back to face him, she smiled predatoryly and held up a finger. "Just so you know," she said, her voice low and steady, "I'll be keeping these now... But I promise, they won't go to waste." Her gaze bore into his as she added meaningfully, "And don't worry, you'll still have plenty of opportunity to produce more..."

Her laugh was light and musical as she turned away again, screwing the lids back onto each jar before returning them to their hiding place. "Of course not, dear," she purred reassuringly over her shoulder. "This little arrangement between us is our little secret... And I plan on keeping it that way."

As they returned to the living room, the atmosphere was different somehow. The power balance had shifted, and Anya found herself relishing in her newfound control over him. She settled herself comfortably onto the sofa once more, crossing one leg over the other as she regarded him expectantly, waiting for their conversation to resume on whatever topic he'd been telling her about before they'd stumbled upon his private collection.

The boy hesitated for a moment before continuing where he'd left off, his voice small and uncertain as he spoke of the various aspects of his life outside of this town and his father's sphere of influence. As she listened to him prattle on about friends and hobbies, Anya couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for his youth and innocence... Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she coveted them.

The night stretched on, and gradually the boy seemed to grow more comfortable sharing details about his life with her, treating this beautiful, alluring woman as if she were an aunt or close friend rather than the predator who'd effectively taken control of him not too long ago. As he spoke, Anya listened carefully, filing away important bits of information and mental notes about everything he was saying... Because in her new role as his "aunt," she would need to know these things if she wanted to keep him properly under her thumb.

"Virgin?!" Anya exclaimed in surprise, momentarily putting aside her predatory air and genuinely looking amused. "Why ever would you tell me that?" Her gaze flickered over his body once more before returning to meet his confused expression. "Well," she continued with a wink, "I suppose there's no harm in keeping it in the family now, is there?" She paused for effect before adding teasingly, "Perhaps I should be your... first..."

The implication hung heavily in the air between them, and the boy could feel his heart race once more as he considered the possibility of becoming intimate with this incredibly attractive woman. But even as desire coursed through him, there was a small voice at the back of his mind cautioning him to be wary... To remember their previous encounter and not forget who was in control here.

Ah, she was referring to Lisa," Anya mused with a smile as she gestured toward the photo on her phone. "She's actually a good friend of mine, and I can assure you, she's every bit as adventurous and experienced as she looks." Her gaze shifted meaningfully back to him, as if daring him to continue his train of thought.

The younger man swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness course through him at the mere mention of Lisa. He knew that by asking about her friend, Anya was testing him... Probing for information about how much he really knew or suspected about their arrangement.

"She's very pretty," he managed to stammer out, unable to keep his eyes off the photo. "And you trust her enough to..." He trailed off, realizing that what he meant to say could be taken the wrong way in this context.

Anya chuckled softly, sensing his discomfort. "Oh, I trust her," she assured him, "but more importantly, she's been very helpful to me over the years." She paused before adding with a wink, "And she enjoys teaching people new things, too... Just like me." Her tone was casual, almost playful, but there was an undercurrent of threat beneath the surface that made it clear she meant business.

"Hello, there," Lisa purred into the phone, her eyes raking over him appreciatively. "You must be the new toy Anya's been talking about." Her voice was smooth and seductive, as if she were used to getting what she wanted with little effort.

The boy swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension well up inside him as he took in Lisa's appearance. She looked even more stunning than Anya had led him to believe, her hair flowing over one shoulder and framing her face perfectly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at being on display like this, but there was something else too... An odd sort of thrill coursing through him that he couldn't quite explain.

"I see you've met Anya," Lisa continued, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she lounged back in her chair. "She tells me you're quite the catch." Her gaze flickered to Anya briefly before returning to him. "I must say, I'm looking forward to getting better acquainted with you... Maybe we could have some fun together sometime?"

Lisa's eyes widened slightly at the sight of his erect member, but she quickly regained her composure and gave him a predatory smile. "Oh, he's a big one," she purred, running her tongue suggestively along her lips. "Very impressive... You'll be putting that to good use for us, won't you?" Her gaze bored into him, conveying a warning of sorts.

Anya laughed lightly from where she sat next to him on the couch. "See? Even Lisa thinks you'll do just fine." She gave his thigh a squeeze reassuringly before turning her attention back to their virtual companion. "We're lucky to have found you, dear... I'm sure you'll make us all very happy."

The boy couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation race up his spine at her words. He glanced between the two women on the screen, their expressions unreadable but their intent clear enough: he was theirs now, body and soul. There would be no going back from this arrangement... And though it terrified him in ways he couldn't begin to understand, a part of him welcomed the power they promised to give him over his own life.

The house buzzed with excitement as all of Anya's friends arrived one by one, their eyes drawn to the young man like moths to a flame. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious amidst the sea of eager faces and hungry gazes, but it only served to heighten his arousal further. Lisa made a point of lingering nearby throughout the morning, her words of encouragement and teasing caresses making him hard as steel beneath his clothes.

Finally, with a flourish, Anya announced that the main event would begin. "My friends," she purred, gesturing toward him, "allow me to introduce you all to our new plaything." The atmosphere in the room shifted then, becoming charged with anticipation as each woman took their turn examining him and admiring his erection. It seemed that everyone wanted a piece of him, and he found himself wondering how long he could possibly last under such intense scrutiny.

As the morning wore on, Anya's friends began to pair off into groups, disappearing with various sounds of pleasure echoing through the house. Lisa, however, remained by his side, her touches growing bolder and more possessive as she led him upstairs toward one of the bedrooms. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving them alone at last...