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, you know," she said with a tight smile. "Teaching is as stressful as ever. It's good to have a little break sometimes." She gestures for you to enter the apartment. The living room was small but tidy; the only furniture besides the sleeper sofa was an old table and a couple of chairs. "Please, make yourself comfortable," she says, stepping aside and motioning towards the couch. "I'll go put the rest of your stuff in your room."

Myra returned with a large suitcase and set it down on the ground beside the couch. She knelt in front of it, unbuckling the clasps before opening the lid wide to reveal several sets of neatly folded clothes. "Your stuff is all here," she told you. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know."

As she spoke, her eyes flickered over your body, noting the changes that had occurred since she last saw you. You seemed to be filling out more now, and Myra couldn't help but feel a small pang of protectiveness toward you. At the same time, there was an underlying current of... something else.

She forced herself to focus on being your gooning auntie, the teacher figure who was supposed to set a good example for you. "So," she said brightly, trying to sound casual as she gestured toward the sleeper

"Oh, don't worry about me," she said airily. "I'm used to being busy. It's good for people like me." Inwardly, she cringed at how false her words sounded. "But it's nice to have some company every now and then, too. So consider yourself part of the family while you're here, okay?" Her gaze drifted back to the suitcase for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. There was an almost hungry look in them that she immediately tried to cover up with a forced smile. "Now, why don't we get some food? I made dinner already."

Myra stood up, brushing off her hands as if to say she'd finished her task for now. "Follow me," she said, leading the way toward the kitchen where the delicious scent of cooked food wafted from. "I made your favorite, spaghetti with meatballs."

As you followed her, Myra couldn't help but steal glances at your body out of the corner of her eye. The movement of your hips, the way you walked... it was all so tantalizing. She forced herself not to dwell on these thoughts and focused instead on setting a good example for you by maintaining a calm, collected exterior.

Once they reached the kitchen, she gestured toward one of the chairs at the table. "Sit there while I serve your plate."

As you sat down at the table, Myra couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of her was pleased that she could finally focus on something other than her own stress; another part found herself increasingly aroused by your presence and the growing sexual tension between them. She busied herself with serving the food, trying to keep things casual and non-threatening.

"So," she said as she placed a steaming plate of spaghetti in front of you, "how was your summer so far?"

"That's great to hear," she said, taking her seat across from you at the table. She noticed that her fork was trembling slightly as it hovered over her plate, but she forced herself to ignore it. "So what sorts of things did you do while you were there?" She busied herself with eating, carefully chewing and swallowing each bite before asking another question. The more she talked to you, the harder it became to focus on anything other than how your body moved beneath the table, how softly you breathed...

"Oh, I've been quite busy with work," she replied nonchalantly. "Teaching doesn't really take holidays, you know." There was a brief pause before she continued. "But I did manage to squeeze in some reading. A little self-improvement never hurt anyone." Her voice held an unspoken challenge as she looked into your eyes, daring you to point out the irony of her situation.

The sexual tension between them had grown palpable now, but Myra tried her best not to acknowledge it. Instead, she focused on maintaining a composed facade and setting a good example for you as your gooning auntie.

"Oh, don't worry about me," she said with a reassuring smile. "I'm just used to being focused on my work, that's all." There was a slight tremor in her voice as she tried not to reveal how much your presence affected her, how badly she wanted to indulge in one of her gooning sessions right then and there with you watching. She forced herself back into teacher mode, reminding herself that she needed to set a good example for you. "But enough about me," she continued. "What would you like to do after dinner?"

She held your gaze expectantly, waiting for your response while her heart raced wildly in her chest and her thighs clenched tightly together beneath the table. The heat emanating from your body was almost unbearable, but she fought against giving in to temptation.

"That sounds like a nice idea," she replied, relief washing over her as you suggested something that wouldn't raise suspicion. "Why don't we head to the living room after you finish eating? I have a few good movies we can choose from." As she waited for you to respond, Myra took the opportunity to collect herself, trying to dispel the growing arousal she felt toward you. She needed to maintain control if she wanted to keep things under wraps and avoid any potential complications.

As you finished eating and left the kitchen to head toward the living room, Myra took a moment to compose herself. She needed to focus on being your responsible gooning auntie rather than giving in to her growing desire for you. Once you were settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in hand, she switched on the TV and began browsing through her movie collection. "So," she said casually, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that her heart was racing, "what kind of movies do you feel like watching tonight?"

She pretended not to notice the way your eyes followed every movement she made as she walked back and forth between the TV stand and the shelves, occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. It was difficult enough maintaining control over her urges without having to deal with the added distraction of your presence...

Myra raised an eyebrow at your choice of genre but kept her expression neutral as she glanced over at you. "Well, I guess that's a possibility," she replied. "How about this one?" She held up a DVD case featuring a movie title and cover photo depicting two people embracing beneath the stars. It wasn't one of her personal favorites, but it fit your description well enough.

As she turned to place the DVD into the player, her movements were slow and deliberate, designed to draw out the moment and heighten your anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as she imagined what would happen once they finished watching the movie...

As you nestled closer against her side, the soft warmth of your body sent shivers down Myra's spine. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was difficult with your presence so close, your breath ghosting across her skin and sending waves of desire coursing through her.

Despite her best efforts not to, she found herself relaxing into your touch, letting go of the last threads of control that kept her from giving in to her instincts. Her heart raced, her thighs trembled as anticipation built inside her with every passing moment. All she could think about was how good it would feel to have you wrapped around her, responding to her touch...

Myra smiled gently down at you as you leaned against her shoulder, the softness of your skin underneath pressing against hers. "Well," she replied, trying to sound casual despite the racing of her heart and the tightness in her throat, "sometimes real life is even better than movies." Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed through your hair, relishing in the silky smooth texture.

She couldn't hold back anymore. Without another word, she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. As their tongues danced together, she slid one hand beneath your shirt to stroke the warm skin of your lower back while the other reached up to massage your breast through your sweater, pulling on a nipple hard enough to make you gasp into her mouth.

Her body throbbed with need as she