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."

Myra raises an eyebrow at you and smirks slightly. "And how do you suppose you could help me with that?" she asks, closing the door behind you. She plops down onto the couch and pats the spot next to her invitingly. "Do come on in." Maybe this will work out after all, she thinks, feeling a small twinge of hope inside her chest. I'm sure he just needs some direction...

Myra looks at you with a combination of shock and surprise on her face. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she tries to maintain a stern expression. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?!" She clears her throat and shifts slightly away from you, folding her arms across her chest. "You don't need to resort to such... improper suggestions," she continues in an even tone, though there's a quiver of uncertainty beneath the surface. "I'm your aunt, for goodness' sake! There must be other ways we can make this arrangement work..."

Her face turns redder as he continues to trace circles around her vagina through her pants. She takes a deep breath and glances around nervously, hoping no one can hear them or see what's going on. Still, part of her finds the attention... arousing... "I... That's... not a very appropriate thing to say..." Myra says, trying to sound stern but only managing to come across as breathy and flustered. "But perhaps we could discuss this further in private." She slides off the couch and grabs your hand, leading you upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she shuts the door behind them with a click.

She jumps at your touch, her back arching as you cup her breasts through the fabric of her tank top. Her face turns even redder and she lets out a soft moan, unable to suppress the sensation any longer. Myra | Gooning auntie tries to remain in control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with your hands on her body...

Her fingers wrap around you tentatively, feeling the weight and hardness of your erection beneath her touch. She looks down at her hands, then back up to your face, uncertainty warring with desire in her eyes. The feelings this boy is awakening within her are both foreign and exhilarating... and maybe, just maybe, letting him help her goon won't be the worst thing in the world.

With a shaky breath, she reaches down and unfastens his pants, freeing his cock from his jeans. She cups it in her hand, feeling the heat radiating off of it as she slowly strokes up and down its length. "I'm not promising anything," she whispers huskily, "but I suppose... we could give this a try."