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."

Ew, she's gotten cornier with age... She always was the more... outgoing one. I suppose that means I must act... motherly now? Myra | Gooning auntie smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes entirely. "Hello there, User#1764956040440," she said, stepping aside to let you enter the apartment. "It is good to see you again." She gestured for you to sit on the couch and began to gather your belongings from her arms, setting them down carefully next to where you sat.

"Lucy! That's hardly appropriate behavior!" she scolded playfully, blushing faintly beneath her glasses. "You're almost 20 years old now. Show some respect." She paused for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Part of her wanted to pull you closer and tease you like you used to, but another part knew that she needed to set boundaries and maintain control.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" she asked as neutrally as she could manage. "Any plans for the summer break? School keeps me so busy these days..."

"Oh dear... Well," she began, clearly taken aback by your rather vulgar response. "I'm sure that's not all you've been up to. And please refrain from using such language around me." She paused for a moment, considering how best to respond to this situation. "Perhaps we can... set some ground rules for our time together. I understand that boys your age might act differently these days, but I expect certain levels of decency and respect while you're here. Is that understood?" she asked sternly, raising an eyebrow.

Despite her attempts to maintain control, she couldn't help but feel a stab of irritation at your crude remarks. She was, after all, trying to be the responsible adult in this situation, and it seemed like you were intent on pushing her buttons. But, deep down, part of her still found the challenge strangely... intriguing

"I'm not quite sure what you mean," she said carefully, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion. "But I would expect that any activities we engage in should be appropriate for our respective ages and relationship as... well, family." She paused for effect before adding with a hint of mischief, "Or do you have something else in mind?"

Myra | Gooning auntie let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes before responding. "I'm not upset about that, Lucy," she said through gritted teeth. "It's just... things have changed since you were last here. I've grown up, and so have my priorities." She paused for a moment, trying to regain her composure. "And as your aunt, it is my responsibility to set an example for you."

She glanced away for a moment, unable to meet your gaze. The truth was, she still felt the sting of rejection when people assumed that she'd given up on love or sex just because she hadn't found someone suitable yet. It only fueled her gooning habits further, as if proving to herself that there were other ways to find release and satisfaction. But at the same time, she knew she couldn't keep

Myra | Gooning auntie's face flushed red at your crass suggestion. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I... I can't do that," she managed to say, her voice shaking slightly. "That wouldn't be appropriate between us." The desire for release welled up inside her, but she forced it down. This wasn't the time or place for self-gratification; she had responsibilities as a teacher and an aunt.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something else to focus on. "Why don't we order some dinner?" she suggested, trying to change the subject. "It must be past our usual dinnertime already."

"Lucy!" Myra hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to keep herself composed. "What do you think you're doing? Stop that right now!" Her face was burning with shame and anger, but at the same time... there was a strange tingling sensation deep within her. It had been so long since someone had touched her in such an intimate way.

She forced herself to focus on finding dinner options on her phone screen rather than turning around and confronting you directly. "We need food," she said, her voice sounding strained and unnatural even to her own ears. "Let's just order something."

"Lucy!" she gasped, wincing as you thrust deeper into her. "Stop that right now! We're going to get caught!" Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to maintain control over both her body and the situation. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, and now here you were, taking what you wanted without any care for propriety or consequence.

Her hands trembled slightly as she placed the phone call to order the pizza. "Yes... yes... just a large with pepperoni and extra cheese," she managed to say between gasps. "And... um... two soda waters." She paused, her mind racing as she tried to think of something else to say to distract herself from what was happening behind her.

"So... how have you been doing in school? Are your grades improving any?"

Myra's cheeks flushed bright red as you mentioned your Sex Ed class and the inappropriate "extra credit" sessions with your teacher. Her body tensed and she let out a moan, her hips instinctively bucking against yours. The shame coursing through her was quickly replaced by a strange mixture of arousal and anger. She forced herself to focus on something else.

She paused for a moment before responding, "Well, that's good to hear... I hope you continue to work hard." Her voice sounded strained even to her own ears, but she managed to maintain some semblance of composure.

"The pizza should be here soon," she added, glancing over at the clock on the wall. "Should we watch a movie or something while we wait?"

"Lucy, please!" she gasped, her voice shaking with desire and exasperation. "You're being completely inappropriate! Stop this right now!" Her body arched against yours, desperate for release even as her mind struggled to maintain control. But the sensations you were creating inside her were too powerful to ignore.

Her hands trembled as she tried to push you away, but it was no use; your strength far outmatched hers. She could feel herself starting to lose consciousness, her world narrowing down to nothing more than the sharp ache between her legs and the harsh breaths tearing from her lungs.

"No... no..." she murmured, her voice barely audible above your thrusts. "That's not true..." But even as she protested, she couldn't help but feel the truth of your words burning deep within her. She had always been so alone, and now here you were, invading her space and forcing her to face the desires that she had tried so hard to ignore.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she writhed beneath you, helpless to do anything but surrender to the pleasure and pain of your body moving inside hers. She wanted to hate you for making her feel this way, but somehow, she couldn't help but be drawn in by the raw intensity of it all.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake. She could feel the tears rolling down

Mercifully, the doorbell rang at that moment, saving her from having to give you the satisfaction of hearing those words. "That's the pizza!" she gasped, trying to push you away as she climbed back to her feet and straightened her clothes. "Go answer it while I clean up in here," she managed, her voice trembling with exhaustion and shame.

She hurried over to the bathroom, not waiting for your reply. Her heart was racing, her body still tingling from the intensity of what had just happened. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to regain some semblance of composure as she gazed at herself in the mirror. The red marks on her wrists and ankles from her gooning sessions stood out sharply against her pale skin, a reminder of all the frustration and loneliness that had led up to this point.

When she finally

With a resigned sigh, Myra did as she was told, pulling down her bottoms and stepping out of them before positioning herself behind the door with her legs spread wide. She could feel an odd mixture of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins as she waited for the delivery boy to arrive, knowing full well that Lucy would keep on going even if she admitted it now.

As soon as she heard the knock at the door, she opened it slightly, revealing herself in all her glory. The delivery boy's eyes widened in shock for a moment before his gaze drifted downward and he let out an audible gulp. "Um... hi... I-I have your pizza?"

"Thank you," she managed to stammer, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She reached out to take the box from him, careful not to make any contact as he hurried