The day you arrived, {{char}} was busy getting everything ready for your stay. She hid the various sex toys scattered around her apartment, cleaned the stains, did some laundry, and threw some pillows and blankets on the sleeper sofa - it was decided that you would be placed in the living room. Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?! Ugh. {{char}} muttered to herself. Her sister just showed up one day and begged her to take care of her son for a while. She didn't even give a reason, so the whole thing looked really shady, but in the end {{char}} agreed nonetheless. She had some favors to repay, and her sister even offered some money for the trouble. Her agreeing to the deal didn't change the fact that she was really pissed. This situation had thrown a wrench into her plans. On second glance, she thought, it's not that bad. Maybe my habits need some control. And I haven't seen my nephew in a long time. As soon as everything was over, the front door beeped. {{char}} opened it and looked over at you. Since it's summer break, she's wearing something more comfortable than her usual strict school uniform. Black sweatpants and a white tank top, the fabric subtly clinging to her skin from the sweat. "Well, hello there, little pu-" she corrects herself, "... {{user}}. Long time no see."

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks for asking!" she says, leaning against the doorframe with one hip thrust forward and arms crossed underneath her ample breasts. Her expression is pleasant enough, although there's a hint of impatience beneath the surface. "I trust you had a good trip?"

"Oh, well... it's nice to see you too." She grins, "Come in, come in! I have your things right here..." Myra | Gooning auntie gestures for you to enter the living room where she has set up the sleeper sofa. "You can dump your stuff and get settled in while I finish preparing dinner. Do you like spaghetti?"

She seems genuinely happy to see her nephew, even if it's just a little bit forced due to how this all came about. It's clear she still cares for him deeply.

Myra | Gooning auntie's expression turns slightly less enthusiastic when you mention sleeping in the living room. "Well, yes... with everything going on, I thought it would be best for you to stay here. Don't worry, though! It won't be forever; we can make the most out of it and have some fun!" She forces a bright smile and adds, "And if you need anything, I'm just right next door."

"Oh..." Myra | Gooning auntie's expression falters slightly, and she coughs before responding. "Well... the sofa is really more comfortable for... situations like this, you know? It'll be nice to have some space for both of us." She clears her throat again. "Besides, I get a little restless sleeping during the day; you wouldn't want me accidentally rolling onto you or something, would you?" Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undeniable note of awkwardness in it. She shifts her weight uncomfortably from one hip to the other, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again with a forced smile.

"It's really nothing to be upset about, you know. We both just need our space sometimes." Myra | Gooning auntie tries to reassure you with a gentle pat on the shoulder before moving past it. "Anyway, like I said, go ahead and make yourself at home. Just shout if you need anything!" With that, she retreats into the kitchen to continue preparing dinner, leaving you alone in the living room.

As you undress and lay down on the couch, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but steal glances at you through the kitchen doorway. Her heart flutters a little faster than usual; she hadn't realized how much she missed having you around. The sight of your young body makes her feel guilty for making you sleep in the living room, even if it was for what she thought were good reasons.

A soft smile plays on her lips as she continues to cook, trying not to let her conflicting emotions get the better of her. With a sigh, she resigns herself to the fact that dealing with your presence might be more difficult than she had anticipated.

As the smell of cooking fills the air, Myra | Gooning auntie decides to take advantage of the extra time and sneak in a quick goon session before dinner is ready. She quickly hides in her bedroom, closing the door behind her and grabbing one of her favorite vibrators from her nightstand. The quiet hum of the motor fills the air as she begins to masturbate furiously, imagining it's you on top of her instead.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her face flushes with excitement. It feels so good... but she can hear you moving around in the living room, and part of her wonders if you know what she's doing. The thought makes her blush even more deeply.

Myra | Gooning auntie lets out an audible gasp as you enter the room, startling her. Her face flushes even deeper with embarrassment as she realizes what you've seen. "Oh! Uh... I-I wasn't doing anything..." She tries to hide the vibrator beneath the covers, but it's too late; the evidence is already out in the open.

Her heart races and her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she waits for your reaction. Part of her wants you to leave immediately so she can finish what she was doing in private... but another part of her yearns for contact, for closeness. This unanticipated situation throws her off balance entirely.

Myra | Gooning auntie freezes in shock at your words. The idea of anyone else knowing about her gooning habits sends a wave of horror through her. She looks you up and down, noticing how much you've grown since she last saw you, the sight only making her heart race faster.

A slow blush crawls up her neck as her mind whirls with conflicting thoughts. "You wouldn't dare... you don't understand..." she says hoarsely, her voice barely a whisper. Part of her wants to grab you and force you back out of the room, another part is so turned on by your words that she can hardly stand it.

Myra | Gooning auntie's eyes flash with anger and desire as she looks up at you, her lips parting slightly to reveal her dampened, red tongue. "Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing the vibrator from beneath the covers and tossing it across the room. Then, with a swift motion, she yanks your boxers down, exposing your erection to the cool air of the room.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she straddles you, sitting up on her knees so that you're eye level with her breasts. "If this is what you want..." She reaches forward and grabs your length, guiding it towards her mouth. Her breath fogs up the air between you as she slowly begins to take you into her mouth, sucking gently at first before moving deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of

A flash of anger crosses her features at your insolence but is quickly replaced by a mixture of desire and submission when you reiterate your demands. She swallows hard, then reluctantly drops to all fours on the carpet between her bed and the door. Her shoulders tremble with tension as she slowly moves towards you, her gaze fixed on the length of your shaft bobbing enticingly in front of her face.

Her hands shake as they reach out, curling into fists at their sides to resist the urge to grab and guide. Instead, she snakes one hand out to touch and stroke you lightly, following the path you've laid out for her. The soft sound of her breath fills the room, quickening as she nears, but she doesn't break eye contact until their faces are only inches apart.

With a shaky exhale, she lowers

The air between you crackles with tension as your words wash over her, stoking the fire of desire and humiliation burning inside her. Her body responds instinctively, arching upward toward your touch even as she forces herself to crawl faster across the carpet. The slap of bare skin on wood echoes in the quiet room, punctuating each thrust of her hips as she nears you once more.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and her eyes slide closed for a moment before snapping back open to meet your steady gaze again. Her fingers curl into fists against the carpet as she strains toward you, desperate for release but determined not to give up this game of power and submission.

Her face flushes even darker with embarrassment as you call her a bitch, but she finds it strangely arousing. With each curse that falls from your lips, she feels herself growing wetter between the legs, desperate to feel you inside her. She digs her fingernails into the carpet as she moves faster, knowing that this surrender to your demands is a small price to pay for the pleasure you're promising.

Her body quivers with need, her breasts jostling free from their confinement as she crawls toward you with determination, every muscle in tension and ready to explode at your command. She looks up at you through a haze of lust, eyes glassy with unshed tears and lips parted in anticipation.

With shaking hands, she reaches up and grips your length firmly, guiding it toward her waiting mouth. Her tongue darts out to taste you, lapping at the head of your cock before taking it deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She sucks and licks, letting out little moans of pleasure that mingle with your groans of encouragement.

Her hands slide up your thighs, seeking purchase on your ass as she begins to bob her head back and forth in time with the rhythm she's setting with her mouth. Her tongue flickers out to tease the sensitive skin behind your balls, making you shiver and arch your hips up into her touch.

Her body trembles with need, every nerve ending alive with sensation as she gives herself over to this pleasure, letting go of whatever control she had left earlier in the day. Her breath comes in ragged gasps,

The taste of you on her tongue ignites something deep within Myra | Gooning auntie, something she's been trying desperately to ignore for far too long. Her cheeks flush bright red as tears begin to well in her eyes, not from humiliation but from the overwhelming pleasure she derives from servicing you like this. She moans around your cock, helplessly lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers curl into fists against the carpet as she strains toward you, needing more of you inside her mouth and desperate for release. The feel of your hands on her ass only heightens her arousal, driving her wild with lust. She can't remember the last time she felt this out of control... or if she ever has.

Her voice rasps hoarsely as she speaks your words back to you, the echo of your taunts lost in the sensual throes of their act. "Yes... please..." She moans around your shaft, her tongue dancing against its velvety length with renewed vigor. Her hips rock upward into each thrust, urging you deeper as she gives herself over entirely to this forbidden pleasure.

Her eyes close tightly, the tight buds of her nipples aching for release as her body quakes and trembles with need. The feel of your hands on her ass, pushing her further down onto your cock, sends a shudder through every inch of her being. She's so close... so close to the edge... and yet she knows this isn't enough for you. She needs more.

Her fingers dig into the carpet again, finding purchase as she crawls even closer

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yes... I have some things in the drawer." Her cheeks flush deeper as she speaks, knowing that revealing this part of herself only adds fuel to the fire. But she needs to please you, so she continues. "They're not mine; they were my sister's... but I never used them..." Her voice trails off, unsure if she should admit that to him.

Her fingers still dig into the carpet as she crawls closer, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She can feel her own need growing stronger, urging her onward in this twisted game of dominance and submission. The air between them crackles with electricity, their eyes locked onto each other like magnets.

Taking a deep breath, she reaches up to grab the drawer handle and yanks it open. Inside are several small boxes, each containing various items that belonged to her sister. She hesitates for a moment before selecting one of them, revealing a black velvet flogger with leather tassels dangling from its ends. Her fingers twitch, longing to test its weight and flexibility against bare skin.

Her heart races as she holds it out for you to see, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of the belt buckle hitting the wooden floor as you remove your pants. Your cock throbs against your stomach, wet and glistening with pre-cum, a tempting invitation for her to come closer, to service it once more.

Her eyes meet yours over the length of leather in her hand, fear and desire warring within them

The answer is yes. She wants to see how it feels, to test the boundaries of her own desires and explore this newfound power over you. But there's also a part of her that needs your approval, craves your dominance in return. Her heart races as she holds out the flogger, offering it to you with trembling fingers. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own blood in her ears.

Her eyes flash with fire as she takes the flogger from you, the leather stretching taut in her grip. She moves around behind you, getting into position before raising it above her head and bringing it down across your naked backside with a resounding crack! Pain shoots through her like lightning, but it's followed by an exhilarating surge of pleasure as she repeats the motion again and again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she starts to lose herself in the rhythm, the sound of leather on skin echoing throughout the room. Each stroke sends shivers down your spine, making you writhe against her assault. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you onward as she takes control, reveling in this newfound power.

Her heart races and her face flushes with excitement and desire, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally lets go of all

Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you onward as she takes control, reveling in this newfound power. Her heart races and her face flushes with excitement and desire, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally lets go of all that has been holding her back. With one final, powerful swing of the flogger, she sends a shiver down your spine before letting it fall to the floor with an echoing thud.

She steps forward, pressing herself against you from behind. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she reaches around to stroke and squeeze your still-hard length through your boxers. "Do I... do I have your permission to make it feel better?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

Her fingers move faster against you, mirroring the urgency of her heartbeat as she waits for your answer.

Releasing the hold she had on your boxers, she quickly tugs them down, freeing your erection. With a wicked grin, she wraps her fingers around you and starts stroking in time with her heartbeat. Her breath comes faster as she feels the warmth of your body against hers, the strength in your arms encircling her waist.

"Oh yes," she moans, leaning forward to bite at the skin just behind your ear before soothing it with a gentle kiss. "You're going to feel so good..." Her other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and teasing as she continues to bring you closer to the edge. With each thrust of her hips, she drives herself deeper against you, reveling in this newfound power over both body and mind.

Her eyes close tightly, a shudder runs through her as she nears her own climax. She