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."

She smiles weakly, feeling oddly self-conscious about her words, but continues nevertheless. "Come on in, I've put some pillows and blankets on the couch for you." She gestures to the makeshift bed as she steps aside to let you enter. "Feel free to make yourself at home, okay? Oh, and if you want something to eat or drink..." Myra | Gooning auntie trails off, suddenly realizing that there's barely anything in her kitchen. She isn't much of a cook and never bothered to restock after her previous gooning session last night. "Well... I could order some takeout...?"

"Well... I don't know about that," she says, looking flustered and uncomfortable at the suggestion. "It might be more comfortable for you on the bed... and I like to keep my space, um..." She clears her throat, realizing how that sounded. "... private."

"Oh... well..." She purses her lips, looking nervous and uncertain. "I don't know if that's such a good idea..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about being so close to you in bed. This is... awkward... but kind of exciting too... As she stands there, unsure of herself for once, her gaze flickers downwards briefly before snapping back up to meet your eyes again. Her heart races a little faster and she feels herself breathe harder as tension begins to build inside her.

Her breath hitches slightly as you get closer to her. A warm flush spreads through her body, making her heart race faster. She swallows hard, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Her eyes meet yours, and she tries to hide the desire that's building inside of her. "I-I'm just thinking that... it would be nice for us to spend some time together," she stammers, her voice coming out a little shaky. "And maybe if we get too close... then people might misunderstand." She tries to laugh it off, but it sounds more like a nervous chuckle. As you stand there in front of her, so close that their breath mingles and her body trembles with the effort to keep from reaching out to touch you, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but wonder if she's made the right decision...

As you take both of her hands in yours and call her name with such certainty, she can't help but feel the tension begin to drain away from her body. A small part of her, buried deep beneath years of stress and loneliness, flutters to life at your words. She looks up into your eyes, sees nothing but trust and acceptance there, and for a moment everything else fades away until it's just the two of you. With a shaky breath, she nods slowly in agreement. "All right," she whispers, still unable to meet your gaze directly. Gently pulling her hands free from yours, she picks up the pillows and blankets from where they fell on the floor and starts to arrange them on the couch again. As she works, she feels a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. "I suppose... we could share the bed

As you call to order pizza and burgers for both of you, Myra | Gooning auntie can't help but feel a wave of warmth wash over her at your words. "All right," she finally manages to say after several moments of silence, her voice sounding softer than usual. "From today... always." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she continues to arrange the pillows and blankets on the couch, trying to hide the anticipation that's building inside her at the thought of sharing a bed with you. Tonight will be different, she tells herself. Just this once, they can have fun together without worrying about what anyone else might think or say. Finally satisfied with how everything is arranged, she stands up straight and turns to face you. There's an odd mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes as they meet yours again, and for a moment

Her heart races as she feels your gaze on her and wonders what it is about her expression that made you ask such a question. Swallowing hard, she tries to find words to answer you, but for once, they seem to have abandoned her entirely. Her cheeks flush even deeper with color and she bites her lower lip nervously, unsure of how else to react. The anticipation of the night ahead mixes with this strange new feeling of awkwardness, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but your presence beside her.

Her breath hitches as she struggles to meet your eyes again and finds herself unable to look away. Slowly, a small smile starts to spread across her lips, reflecting the strange combination of emotions that swirl within her at this moment. Finally, she whispers softly, "Yes... I want something." Her gaze flickers down briefly before snaking back up toward

"You... you don't have to be so nice," she says, her voice almost trembling with emotion. "I-I'm just your aunt, after all." She tries to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace as tears start to well up in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she forces them back down, telling herself that there's no reason for her to cry now, not when they finally have the chance to be close again...if only for tonight. Gently wiping away any stray tears that dare escape, Myra | Gooning auntie takes another step closer to you, her breath coming faster now as anticipation courses through her veins like fire. "I... I want you," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes fixed on yours as she braves the vulnerability of admitting her desires aloud for the first time in years. Her hands tremble

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes that you know exactly what she wants and that it's not something either of them can discuss openly. She takes another shaky step closer, her body trembling with desire as she leans in to whisper softly in your ear. "I want... I want you to touch me," she whispers hoarsely, the words hot and breathless against your skin. Her hands find their way up your arms, tracing tiny circles on your biceps before moving higher, clutching at your shoulders as her body starts to quake with anticipation. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, matching the pace of her heartbeat as she awaits your response, her eyes locked onto yours. "Please..." The word is barely more than a whisper, but it carries all of the need and want within her, offering itself up like a sacrifice on the altar of this forbidden

Her heart leaps into her throat as she realizes the implications of your words. It's too much to think about, the risks involved... but at the same time, the thought of you touching her anywhere you want sends a wave of heat rushing through her body. Her eyes drift down for a moment, taking in the bulge in your pants before snapping back up to meet yours again. "Yes," she finally manages to choke out, her voice little more than a whisper. "I agree." She draws in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly, hoping it will calm the mad rush of emotions coursing through her veins. Her hands tremble as they begin to explore your shoulders, running down your back and over your arms, taking in every inch of skin she can touch. With tentative fingers, she pushes at the fabric of your shirt, searching for bare skin beneath

Her hands shake as they move faster, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. They pop open one by one, revealing more and more of your skin beneath as she continues to tug at the fabric until finally it slips from your shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap around your feet. Her breath hitches at the sight of all that hard muscle now exposed before her; her hands trembling even more as they skim over your chest, tracing tiny circles around your nipples before moving lower still, dipping into the waistband of your shorts and

Her hands shake as they slide lower still, feeling the heat radiating off your skin through the fabric of your shorts. She struggles with his belt buckle for a moment before finally managing to undo it and push the waistband down, revealing more of you beneath. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of your arousal straining against the confines of your underwear. Unable to resist any longer, she drops to her knees beside the couch and reaches out, hooking a finger into the waistband of your shorts before pulling downwards, dragging them and your boxer briefs along with it. "Oh," is all she can manage as you're finally revealed to her. She stares at your hard length, remembering how many times she'd imagined this moment, longed for it even when she thought such feelings were gone forever. As she looks down at

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the sight of you fully exposed before her, but she can't help the tremor of desire that ripples through her body in response. Her eyes trace up your length, taking in every inch of skin, feeling the heat emanating from you wash over her like a wave. With shaking hands, she reaches out and tentatively touches you, stroking him gently at first before moving more confidently, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips. Her breath quickens as she continues to stroke you, watching as your length grows harder in her grasp. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want, but finds only desire mirrored back at her. With a trembling sigh, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of your cock, feeling its heat and hardness against her tongue as she begins to suck g

Her heart races as you suggest moving to the bed. The thought of being able to fully explore each other's bodies in private sends a wave of heat coursing through her. She nods eagerly, unable to tear her gaze away from your cock as she releases it from her mouth with a soft pop. Standing up on shaky legs, she helps guide you both over to the bed, feeling the weight of her desire pressing down upon her like a physical force. Once there, she lies down on the mattress and spreads her legs invitingly, her eyes locked onto yours as she watches your every move with bated breath. "Please..." she whispers, reaching out to touch you again, needing the contact more than anything right now."Please..." she whispers, reaching out to touch you again, needing the contact more than anything right now.

Her heart races as you lie down next to her on the bed, the closeness almost unbearable. She glances nervously toward your hands, wondering if you really mean what you're saying about tearing off her clothes. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought and she swallows hard before deciding it's better to just go along with whatever you want. "You don't have to..." Her voice trails off as she reaches up, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing more and more of her cleavage beneath each trembling finger. "I-I can do it myself." With shaking hands, she pulls the top over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. Her bra follows soon after, freeing her perky breasts from their confines for your enjoyment. As you watch her undress, a heat begins to build within her, making every

She bites her bottom lip and nods slowly. Uncertainty flits across her features as she looks at you, wondering what this means, how far you want to take things tonight. With shaking hands, she reaches for the button of her jeans, fingers fumbling as they work their way down the zipper and peel the fabric away from her body. She hesitates for a moment, glancing up at you nervously before slipping off her underwear too. At last, Myra | Gooning auntie is completely naked in front of you, her body on display for your pleasure. Her heart races, blood pounding loudly in her ears as she waits to see what you'll do next.

Her breath hitches as you slowly pull back the covers, revealing the naked truth of her body to your gaze once more. She shivers with anticipation, feeling impossibly exposed and yet strangely safe in this moment, wrapped up in the heat between them. "W-what do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she curls into herself, offering herself up to your touch.

The words send a thrill of excitement through her, and with trembling hands she reaches out to touch you once more. Her fingertips dance across your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she leans in close, pressing the weight of her breasts against your skin. Her lips find their way to yours, hungry for the taste of you as she kisses you passionately, her body arching into yours as she feels the hard length pressing against her thigh. Myra | Gooning auntie moans softly against your mouth before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest, paying special attention to the sensitive skin just above where your heart races wildly. She looks up at you through hooded eyes as she continues to explore your body with her lips and tongue, savoring every inch of skin she touches, feeling alive for the first time in years. Her hands drift lower still,

She feels your body tense beneath her as she begins to touch you in this new way. Her hands glide lower still, moving between your legs until she finds what she's looking for. Arching her back, she presses herself harder against you, feeling the heat of your skin through their clothing as she cups your slick length in her hand and begins to stroke up and down, mirroring the movements of her fingertips with her thumb. Myra | Gooning auntie moans into your neck at the sensation of having you so close, feeling your erection growing harder in her grip. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against you as she grows wetter and needier. "Oh gods," she whispers, the sound breaking free from her lips as pleasure washes over her body like a wave. She can't think about anything but the feel of you in her hand and how much more she

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your teeth on her skin and the firm grip of your hands on her breasts. The sensations send shockwaves through her body, making it impossible to think about anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. With shaking fingers, she continues to stroke you as she moans into your neck, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. "Sidhh," she gasps, the sound half-strangled by desire. "It feels so good." Her words are little more than a plea for him to keep going, to take her higher and higher until they both shatter apart from the release.

Her hips rock back and forth harder against yours, grinding against your skin as she approaches the edge of sanity. The feel of your erection sliding through her wetness drives her wild, making her ache for something more...something deeper. Her fingers find

A helpless whimper escapes her throat as you suck and lick her nipples while rubbing your cock against the bare flesh of her thigh. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it with open arms, wanting more and more of you. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin as she arches her back, offering up her breasts to your mouth and her aching core to your touch. "Please," she moans out, need overwhelming every part of her. "Don't stop." Her body quakes beneath you, desperate for release but still craving the sensation of being so close together, feeling every inch of their skin against each other.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you bite down harder on her nipple, the pain mingling with pleasure and driving her wild. She arches her back, offering herself up to your touch as you fill her with your words and promises of unimaginable pleasure. "Yes," she gasps, fingers twitching at her sides as if aching to touch you in return. "Please... show me."

With a swift motion, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you. Her heart races with anticipation as she feels the bed shift beneath her weight and senses your proximity. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her, spreading her legs wide and presenting herself to you. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, barely recognizing her own voice in the darkness of the room.