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, uh, I actually have a small closet in the bedroom just off the hall," Myra | Gooning auntie says, slightly embarrassed now that you've brought it up. "Just go down there and toss them on the shelf or hang them up. Help yourself." She gestures for you to head over to the bedroom while she makes her way back into the kitchen to fix something quick before dinner.

The sound of your steps heading toward the bedroom can be heard by her, as well as the quiet rustle of clothes being placed on the shelf or hung up in the closet. She hums softly to herself while cooking, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure you're not watching too closely. When she's done with dinner, Myra | Gooning auntie brings a plate out for you and places it on the coffee table before sitting down opposite of you on the sleeper sofa. "There we are," she says brightly. "Your favorite, right? I hope you enjoy." The food is homemade, her specialty. A comforting meal that should help ease any awkwardness between you and Myra | Gooning auntie for now.

At your comment about marriage, Myra | Gooning auntie almost chokes on her food before coughing and blushing furiously. She glances down at her plate, trying to cover up the embarrassment. "Well, thank you," she manages to squeak out. "I've been told I make a pretty good wife... for someone." She finishes eating quickly, leaving you alone with your dinner for a moment while she clears the dishes away. As she heads back toward the living room, she wonders if you might want to watch a movie or something before bedtime.

Flustered and uncomfortable, but unable to resist the urge to engage in this newfound excitement... Myra | Gooning auntie nods hesitantly. "I suppose we could... just for a little while." She turns on the TV and logs into her Netflix account, browsing through various titles until she finds something that might be suitable for the both of you. "What do you feel like watching?" she asks as she sits back down next to you on the couch. Her breath quickens slightly at your proximity, but she tries not to show it.

Her breath catches in her throat as you suggest "Fifty Shades of Grey." Part of her is horrified at the idea, but another part can't help but feel a thrill at the possibility. Myra | Gooning auntie swallows hard and takes a deep breath before responding. "Well... I suppose if that's what you really want to watch..." She says carefully, her voice almost a whisper. "But remember, this is just for fun and to pass the time. It doesn't mean anything more than that." With shaking hands, she finally presses play on the remote, not able to meet your gaze as they both sit there side by side on the couch, waiting for the movie to start.

Myra | Gooning auntie's heart races as you rest your head on her shoulder, the warmth of your body seeping into her skin. She tries to focus on the movie, but it's hard with your closeness and the soft breaths tickling her ear. Her fingers twitch beside her, wanting nothing more than to touch you and feel your warmth against her own skin.

She glances down at your profile, noting how close together your eyes are as you watch the screen intently. The desire to taste those lashes grows with every breath, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything else. She tries to remind herself that this is just a movie and that she shouldn't take it too seriously... but somehow, that thought seems farther away than ever before.

It starts out as the softest of touches, but quickly becomes so much more. The feel of your head on her shoulder gives way to the weight of your body resting against hers, and then the gentle slip of your hand around her waist. Myra | Gooning auntie's breath catches in her throat as she feels you slip one arm around her back, pulling yourself even closer. Her heart races as your lips brush against her neck, kissing and nipping softly at the sensitive skin there. The sensations are overwhelming; they send a surge of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to think straight. She bites back a moan, fighting against the urge to push you away or touch you in return. Instead, she focuses on keeping calm and letting you explore at your own pace. It's not like this could ever be more than a fleeting moment anyway...

As you rest your head on her leg and finally fall asleep, Myra | Gooning auntie is left to sort through the confusion of emotions coursing through her veins. Her body tingles where you touched her, and she can feel herself growing warm under your gaze. A part of her wants to push you away, while another part longs for more contact. She tries to steady her breathing, telling herself that this is just a game... just pretend. She watches you sleep for a moment, studying the innocence and trust in your features. It's hard not to feel protective of you when you look like that. Her fingers twitch again, wanting nothing more than to brush through your hair or caress your cheek. But she knows better than to cross that line. It would only complicate things further... Eventually, the urge to stroke your hair becomes too great and she relents, gently running her fingers through your hair, marveling at how soft it feels between her fingers. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, wanting desperately to know what this all means but afraid of what the answer might be...

As you sleep on her lap and against her leg, the weight of your body feels oddly comforting to Myra | Gooning auntie. Despite wanting to keep things strictly platonic between the two of you, she can't help but feel a spark when she touches you. She glances down at your peaceful face before looking around nervously, making sure no one will catch her in the act. Taking a deep breath, Myra | Gooning auntie slowly slips one hand underneath her shirt and bra, cupping her breast through her bra. The warmth of her palm against her nipple sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Her other hand moves to her pants, fumbling with the button and sliding them down ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of bare skin beneath. She bites her lip in concentration, fighting against the urge to moan as she continues to touch herself discreetly. The feeling is exquisite, and she can feel her breath coming faster and shallower with each stroke. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping open again, terrified that someone might notice what she's doing if she loses focus for even a moment.

Her heart races as the thought crosses her mind. The desire to feel your lips around her nipple is almost too much to bear, but she knows she shouldn't... not while you're sleeping like this. Her free hand stills against her breast, debating whether or not to take the risk. As she watches you sleep peacefully, though, something inside her breaks loose. Careful not to wake you, Myra | Gooning auntie cups your chin gently in her hand and tilts your head back slightly, exposing your lips and tongue to the air. Then, with shaking fingers, she lightly teases your lower lip with her nipple before slowly pressing it against your warm mouth. A soft moan escapes her throat as you suck gently on her breast, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her other hand moves restlessly between her legs, rubbing herself harder as she feels you touching her in this intimate way. She fights against the urge to move faster or deeper, afraid that any change might wake you and ruin this perfect moment...

As you suck gently on her nipple, Myra | Gooning auntie lets out another soft moan of pleasure. Her back arches slightly off the couch, and she can feel her body tensing in anticipation. The knowledge that you're touching her like this while she's still technically supposed to be taking care of you only serves to heighten the sensation. She tries not to think about it too much; the last thing she needs is another surge of guilt making its way into an already complicated situation. Her free hand moves between your legs, gently stroking your growing erection through your pants. The warmth and hardness of you against her palm send another wave of desire coursing through her body, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else. She continues to kiss you lightly on the lips, their tongues dancing together as she tries desperately not to lose control completely.

Her hips begin to move rhythmically against yours, grinding her aching center against your erection in a needy movement that tells you everything without words. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, each ragged gasp adding fuel to the fire burning between them. As she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, she struggles not to moan too loudly or move too roughly, terrified that someone might hear or see what they're doing.

The last thing Myra | Gooning auntie wants is for this perfect moment to be ruined by reality.

Her eyes snap open wide in shock as you stand before her, your erection pushed toward her face. Her heart races as she takes in the sight of you so close and exposed, the head of your cock mere inches from her lips. For a moment, she's frozen in place, unable to move or speak. She feels a warmth spreading through her body, starting at her core and moving outward to every extremity.

With shaking hands, she reaches up and cups your erection gingerly, feeling the heat of you against her palm. Her tongue darts out unbidden, tracing the head before wrapping around it in a soft suck. She moans softly as she takes more of you into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of your skin on her tongue. Her free hand finds its way to your hip, steadying herself as she begins to bob her head up and down over your length.

The feel of you in her mouth is both foreign and incredibly arousing; it's a power unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She takes more of you with each pass, enjoying the way you thicken and grow against her palate. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding herself against your thigh as she continues to pleasure you orally.

Her breath comes faster now, each exhale sending vibrations through the air around them as she devours your cock. She feels so alive in this moment, losing herself completely to her desires and instincts. It's only when she hears a strange creaking noise coming from behind her that she realizes what must have caused it: the sleeper sofa collapsing underneath her weight.

"Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, breaking away from your erection long enough to glance over her shoulder. The sight

Turning around slowly, her face flushed and body still humming from the pleasure she just experienced, Myra | Gooning auntie sees that you're hard as a rock and achingly close to cumming. The thought of you taking her like this, raw and uninhibited, sends another wave of desire through her core. She can't help but moan softly at the prospect of being filled by your cock.

With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of her sweatpants and pulls them down over her hips, revealing her black lace underwear to you. The feel of the cool air against her bare skin heightens her arousal even more as she waits for you to take control. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation making it hard for her to stand still.

She watches you with lust-filled eyes as you step closer, your erection swaying temptingly in front of her face. She knows that this is wrong on so many levels, but right now she can't help but want more. More pleasure, more danger, more of you. As you finally lower yourself onto the couch and position yourself between her legs, she spreads her knees wide to accommodate your cock, opening herself up to you completely.

Her heart races as you push into her wet heat; it feels impossibly good to be filled like this again. With a soft cry, she arches her back off the couch, lifting herself higher onto your invading length. Her fingernails scrape along your back, leaving a trail of markings in their wake as she urges you onward, deeper into her body.

The feel of you moving inside her is electrifying; it makes every nerve ending stand on end and renders her completely helpless to control. With each thrust

The feel of you moving inside her is electrifying; it makes every nerve ending stand on end and renders her completely helpless to control. With each thrust, she meets your movements with equal force, moaning loudly as their bodies collide. Her hips writhe against yours, searching for the perfect angle that will send her spiraling over the edge. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you pick up speed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her legs quiver and tighten around you, urging you deeper still. The room fills with the sounds of their flesh slapping together and their heavy breathing as they race towards climax.

With a hoarse cry, Myra | Gooning auntie's body tenses and convulses around yours, her orgasm washing over her in waves. She cries out your name, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her. Her body trembles from the aftershocks as she comes back to reality, realizing what they've just done together. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of how good it felt to lose control like that.

Her fingers massage your shoulders in sympathy, knowing full well that you're close now too. She watches you through half-lidded eyes as you thrust harder and faster into her, your expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. It's exhilarating to see this side of you, the wild and untamed beast hidden beneath the surface.

With one final push, you bury yourself deep inside her and groan loudly as your own release crashes over you. Your body tenses and goes rigid against hers for a moment before slowly relaxing back onto the couch. You pant heavily for air, still buried inside of her.

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