My Secret Life with Aunt Maggie

At that moment, my attention was completely consumed by Aunt Maggie's voluptuous figure. I barely registered a word she said.

Watching her breasts spill out from her clothes as her hands pressed them together, I couldn't help but imagine how they'd feel beneath my fingers.

But would she get angry at me? Would she tell my parents?

Then again, after what she did in my room that night…

Screw it. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I reached out and grabbed her bare flesh.

Damn. The sensation was absolutely incredible—soft, smooth, elastic, tender. The finest of the fine.

Her face instantly flushed red as she slapped my hand away.

"You've got some nerve, you brat. First, you steal my stockings, and now you grope me? Want me to tell your parents?"

I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her close until her chest pressed against mine.

With a wicked grin, I said, "Go ahead and tell them. Then I'll tell Uncle what you were doing in my room that night."

Her expression flickered between rage and embarrassment.

"Are you threatening me?"

So what if I was?

I slipped one hand beneath her shirt and unhooked her bra.

Feeling that softness beneath my fingers, I hardened instantly, my erection pressing firmly against her lower belly.

She began to tremble, her body heating up, growing limp in my arms.

Her voice turned breathy and coy. "H-How can you be so hard?"

I caressed her soft body freely and said, "The truth is, you want me too, don't you, Aunt Maggie? The way you looked at me that night said it all. We're like dry wood meeting fire. Just help me out this once."

She pushed against me with all her strength, but couldn't budge me an inch.

"No… we can't. If your uncle finds out…"

I slid my hand down into her pants and found her soaked.

"Aunt Maggie, you're so fucking wet. It must be uncomfortable. I'm family, aren't I? Let me take care of you this once."

Panting heavily, she parted her lips slightly.

"I want it too, but your uncle is right next door. What if he sees…"

Just then, my uncle's voice rang out from nearby.

"Maggie, where are you? I need to step out for something."

She wrenched herself free from my arms, straightened her clothes, and cracked the door open.

"Right here in Nicky's room. He's stuck on some homework—asked me to help."

Through the gap, I saw my uncle holding a bag.

"Something came up at the office. I have to go in. Won't be back for dinner."

"Alright. Drive carefully."

The moment the front door clicked shut behind him, I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

A flash of excitement lit up her face. "You little rascal—don't you dare."

I pulled off her shoes, lifted her rosy feet to my face, and inhaled deeply.

"Ahh… Aunt Maggie, you smell incredible."

Then I slipped off her top, and two lovely breasts sprang into view. Two cherries perched atop them.

I'd craved them for so long. And now they were right in front of me.

I lunged forward, took one into my mouth, and began to gently suck.

Her body quivered. Her voice grew husky. One hand still weakly pushed against me.

"No… don't… this isn't right."

I pinned her hand down and used the other to pull off her pants, fingers brushing against her damp underwear.

"Aunt Maggie, you're soaking wet. Why play hard to get? Just enjoy yourself for once."

She bit her lip. Her thighs parted slightly, almost involuntarily. Her delicate pink folds seemed to breathe, opening and closing in silent invitation.

I lifted both her legs and draped them over my shoulders.

"If you're going to spread them, spread them wide. What's the point of a little?"

She obeyed without resistance, letting her legs rest on my shoulders. Below, she was already glistening.

I'd held back for days—aching, swollen, desperate. Finally, the release was within reach.

"Aunt Maggie, brace yourself. I'm coming in."

I aimed at her core, braced my hips, and thrust forward hard.