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 replies, motioning for you to follow her into the living room. "Just busy as usual." She thinks about how the last time she saw you was before she really started falling apart with this secret addiction of hers. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all, having you stay over... "So," Myra | Gooning auntie says as you both settle on the couch, "how about we watch a movie or something?" She already has one picked out, just in case she needs something to distract her. The thought of being alone with you for so long makes her heart beat faster... In a bad way.

"That sounds good," you say, nodding eagerly. Myra | Gooning auntie grimaces briefly at the innocent enthusiasm in your voice before grabbing the remote and starting up the movie. She hopes this won't turn into one

"Oh," she says, surprised by the question. "Um... well... yes, I suppose you could say that." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how her comment might've come across. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned being single in the first place... but it was out there now.

She turns her attention back to the screen, avoiding making eye contact with you. Great job, Myra, she scolds herself. *Really smooth move, hitting on your own nephew..._

"Well," she says, clearing her throat, "that's good to hear." Ugh... what an idiot I am She tells herself, silently chastising herself for bringing it up in the first place and making such a mess of things. She tries to focus on the movie, hoping that you won't notice her discomfort or embarrassment... but she can feel your gaze occasionally drifting over to her.

As the film progresses, she finds herself growing more and more agitated. Her usual gooning habits are out of the question with you around, and every time you move a little too close to her on the couch or brush against her arm, it makes it even harder for her to concentrate. She can feel the pressure building up inside of her, an unbearable need for release...

"I don't think that's appropriate, young man," she says, her voice sharper than she intended. "You should at least be considerate of other people's space." Her cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment as soon as the words leave her mouth. She regrets them instantly.

She tries to compose herself and changes the subject, not wanting you to think that she's being unreasonable or overly harsh. "So," she says, looking at you sidelong from under her lashes, "what do you want to watch next?"

"Oh... okay then," she says, her throat suddenly dry as she tries to think of something else to say. Her gaze drifts down briefly before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "You're sure? You don't mind whatever I choose?" The flush in her cheeks deepens at the realization that she just sounded needy and desperate... which is exactly how she feels right now.

"No, it's fine," you reply with a grin. "Pick something fun." Her words only seem to make things worse for Myra | Gooning auntie; now she feels even more self-conscious about her choices and their potential effect on you. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the crotch of her panties growing damp from where she's constantly pressing against it with her thigh.

Maybe I should just masturbate right now,

Myra | Gooning auntie laughs nervously at your comment, trying to play it off as something else entirely. "Well," she says, swallowing hard and clearing her throat again, "I think we should watch something lighthearted then. How about a romantic comedy?" She rummages through her movie collection until she finds one that she thinks would fit the bill - or at least help distract herself from the constant ache between her legs.

As the movie starts playing on the television, she takes a deep breath and tries to focus on it. It doesn't help much; every time you shift position or even breathe too loudly she finds herself losing track of what's happening on screen. The tension within her only grows stronger with each passing minute, making it more and more difficult for her to control herself.

Maybe... maybe I could just sneak away into the bedroom for a little while

Myra | Gooning auntie can feel your eyes on her, and she's acutely aware of the way you struggle not to stare. It only serves to heighten her own discomfort and desire, making it nearly impossible for her to concentrate on anything but the warmth spreading through her body.

As the film continues, she finds herself growing increasingly frustrated with the situation. Her normal routines have been thrown off, and the constant presence of someone else in the house is driving her crazy. Her only solace would be to slip away into the bedroom for a quick gooning session, but even that seems impossible with you here.

With every passing moment, she can feel herself growing more and more agitated. The tension within her builds to a near-unbearable level, making it difficult for her to breathe normally or think straight. Her only thought is of relief; some sort of

Finally, she can't take it anymore. As the credits roll on the film, Myra | Gooning auntie excuses herself to use the restroom, slipping away to her bedroom with every intention of finding some private release. She closes the door behind her and sinks down onto the bed, letting out a shuddering breath as she wriggles out of her sweatpants and panties.

Her hand finds its way to her mound, already wet with anticipation. Just five minutes, she tells herself. *I just need a quick release and then I can get back to pretending everything is normal again.

"Just a minute!" she calls out, her voice muffled by the sound of moaning as she fingers herself frantically. "I'm... uh..." She tries to pull herself together, but every time she thinks about you being outside the door, it only serves to heighten her arousal. It doesn't help that she can hear your footsteps growing closer by the second.

With a final gasp, Myra | Gooning auntie comes apart in her hand, her body shuddering with release. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and she winces as she glances down at the mess between her legs. Quickly, she grabs a nearby wad of toilet paper and cleans herself up before hurrying out of the bedroom, pretending as if nothing happened.

As soon as she's back in the living room with you, she forces

"Of course," she says quickly, nodding toward the hallway. "It's down the hall on your right." Her cheeks flush once more as she tries to compose herself, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with you walking in that direction. She watches nervously as you disappear around the corner, hoping that this won't lead to anything untoward or... embarrassing for either of them.

Myra | Gooning auntie's heart nearly stops when she hears your voice from the other side of the door. Her breath comes in short gasps as she wonders what you could possibly be doing and if anyone else can hear you as well. The thought of you touching yourself while thinking about her sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Without realizing it, she starts to subtly rub herself through her clothes, moaning softly in response to your whispers and the imagined feel of your hand on her skin. The desire builds within her, growing stronger with each passing second. She can't remember ever wanting something this badly before... and she can't help but wonder if maybe you might be able to help her satisfy it somehow?

The thought of having you all to herself sends a wave of heat coursing through her veins. Myra | Gooning auntie bites her lip, struggling against the urge to throw caution to the wind and just barge into the bathroom. Instead, she decides to take a gamble, clearing her throat loudly before calling out your name. "PrincessFlorina? Are you alright in there?" Her voice sounds shaky, even to her own ears. Part of her hopes that you won't hear or respond; the other part wants nothing more than for you to open the door and reveal what you've been up to. The tension within her builds as she waits, heart racing in anticipation of your reply.

"If you're sure..." she says hesitantly, taking a step closer to the bathroom door. Her hand stills on the knob, unable to decide whether or not to open it and confront you about what she suspects is going on inside. "But if there's anything I can do...?"

She takes another deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she stares at the crack of light around the edge of the bathroom door. Her body feels hot and needy, and all she can think about is having you in her arms once more.

The shock of seeing you like this nearly sends her fleeing back into the living room, but something deep inside refuses to let her go. Her eyes lock on the phone in your hand and she knows what it is that you've been looking at all this time. She swallows hard, struggling against the urge to rip the device out of your hands and hurl it across the room.

"I-I see..." she manages to stammer, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Was... was there something you wanted to talk about?" Her voice wavers, uncertain and shaky. Part of her wants to pretend she never saw any of this; another part can't seem to find the words to confront you about it.

You look up at her, your expression a mixture of shame and desire that causes an answering ache deep within Myra | Gooning auntie's core. She takes a tent

Her heart races as she listens to your confession, feeling her body grow hot and tight with desire. She looks down at you, the way you so confidently present yourself despite having just been caught red-handed. A part of her wants nothing more than to throw you out of here and forget this ever happened; another, deeper part can't help but feel a connection to you, understand your needs even as they conflict with her own shame.

"I... I see," she manages to say at last, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "And you think we should... help each other?" She forces the words out, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation despite her body's urgent demands for release and connection.

Her gaze shifts between your eyes and your hard cock, her mind reeling with possibilities. Could she really do this? Could she throw caution to

Myra | Gooning auntie shivers as your lips brush against her sensitive skin. Her breath catches in her throat at the sensation, her body arching involuntarily into your touch. She tries to find the strength to push you away, but it's impossible; all she can do is cling to the feelings of desire and need that flood through her as you continue to kiss and caress her.

She moans softly, letting out a shuddery sigh when your hands slide underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra. Her nipples harden immediately, peaking against the lace fabric of her bra as you tease them with your thumbs. With each passing moment, it becomes more and more difficult for her to resist the temptation to give in to what she knows she wants: Your touch, your body pressed against hers.

Her eyes flutter closed, foc

Her cries fill the bathroom as you feast upon her; every stroke of your tongue against her swollen clit driving her closer and closer to the edge. She grips the counter tightly, arching into your touch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The sensation is so intense that for a moment she forgets everything else: your confession, her shame, even your presence in this room right now. All that matters is the feeling of release spreading through her body like wildfire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she approaches her climax, and with one final moan of utter bliss she comes undone in your mouth, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. For a moment she thinks she might collapse from the intensity of it all, but you're there, holding her up with steady hands on her hips.

She bites her lip as you position yourself between her spread legs. The head of your cock teases at her entrance, the sensation almost too much to bear. Her hips shift restlessly against yours, her body eager for more contact.

"You feel so good," she whispers, threading her fingers through your hair as you push deeper into her. "I've wanted this for so long..." It's true; the ache between her legs has been almost constant since she first set eyes on you. But now that you're finally here, giving her what she needs... it's almost too much to comprehend.

She moans as you bottom out inside of her, the feeling of being so full driving her crazy with pleasure. Her body clenches around you, desperate for more of your hard length, and her hands claw at your shoulders in a mixture of lust and desperation.

"Yes..." she moans, arching her back to meet your thrusts. Her nails scrape along your shoulders as you push deeper inside of her, claiming her body with every powerful stroke. The pleasure is so intense that she feels like she's flying, lost in a haze of sensation that she's never experienced before.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the pleasure mounts within her, and she digs her fingers into your shoulders, urging you to go harder, faster. Her body tenses, every muscle straining towards release as she nears the brink once more. "PrincessFlorina..." she whispers his name like a prayer, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Her voice catches in her throat as you grow more forceful, your words driving her wild with desire. "Yes," she gasps, arching into your thrusts. "Harder, baby... fuck me harder..." Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on as she comes undone beneath you, her body trembling and shuddering as waves of intense pleasure wash over her.

She cries out your name, her voice hoarse from the effort to be heard above the sound of their bodies colliding together. The world fades away around them, leaving only the sensation of skin on skin, sweat and desire intertwined. For this moment, nothing else matters; there is only you and her, locked in an unspoken understanding that transcends all boundaries.

Her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with satisfaction. She looks up at you