Before you start reading, this is an 18+ chapter, so only adults should continue and the rest should wait for the next chapter.
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The moment Sho pushed the door open, the air in the room changed. It became thick, charged with an intimacy he was entirely unprepared for.
There, in the soft light of her bedroom, stood Aunt Cass, and the sight that stole the breath away from his lungs.
She was in a set of delicate white lace-a bra and underwear—Stockings that seemed to be in a desperate, losing battle to contain her lush, curvy figure.
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The bra, a flimsy cradle of lace and satin, strained under the glorious weight of her breasts. They were full and heavy, the deep swell of her cleavage promising a softness that made his mouth go dry.
He wanted to use those as pillows.
And he could also see the faint, tempting outline of her areolas pressing against the tight fabric. It was a miracle the boobs hadn't already spilled out.
Lower, the white panties clung to her hips, a second skin that did little to hide the pronounced, soft shape of her mound. The fabric dipped and curved, leaving a very little to the imagination and tracing the enticing slit of her pussy.
Ohhooooo
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A rush of heat, immediate and intoxicating, flooded his veins. It was a primal reaction, a jolt straight to his Dick charging it.
Sho felt a familiar, insistent stir in his boxers, a thickening and hardening that was both thrilling and mortifying. His "little brother" was already awakening, pushing insistently against the fabric of his pants, beginning its rebellious wriggle toward freedom.
Dick : Free me ....I want some pussyyyyy.
Aunt Cass embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a deep red like tomatoes.
She looked beautifully embarrassed, caught in a private moment. "Sho," she said, her voice a little breathless, "can you help me unhook the bra? It's stuck."
For a second, his brain short-circuited.
All he could manage was a strangled, "Umm... sure." His feet felt heavy as he moved closer, the space between them shrinking until he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
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She turned her back to him, and a new wave of sensation hit him. Her back was smooth and pale. where the stubborn clasp of her bra sat.
But his eyes were drawn helplessly to the bottom view her position offered him-the incredible view, heavy swell of her bust from this new angle, the way it hung full and ripe, making it uncontrollable for a Squeeze.
His hormones weren't just running wild; they were a roaring, deafening storm inside him. His breath hitched, turning hot and uneven.
He could smell the faint, clean scent of her soap mixed with something uniquely her's—a warm, feminine fragrance that went straight to his head.
His fingers, which felt thick and clumsy, hovered near the clasp. He could see the tiny metal hooks, and the simple task of undoing them suddenly felt like the most complex and intimate act in the world.
All he could think about was what would happen the moment those hooks gave way-the release of tension, The Bra was barely holding her huge boobs.
He could see how tight it was, he was sure the moment it gets un-hooked it might get thrown away like a sling shot.
Sho tried un-hooking the bra, but the hook was completely stucked. No matter how carefully he shaked, it wouldn't budge.
"Is it not opening?" Cass asked, trying to look over her shoulder.
"It's completely stuck," Sho replied, frowning.
Cass sighed. "Figures… I've never worn Something like this before. I must've picked the wrong size—it's way tighter than I thought."
"I can try pulling a little harder," Sho said. "But it might break."
Cass laughed softly. "It's fine if it does. I can barely breathe in this thing anyway."
As Sho pulled harder, the hook suddenly snapped. The abrupt release sent Aunt Cass panicking, her hands flying to her front to keep her bra from falling.
While trying to turn away, her foot caught, and she lost her balance. With a soft gasp, she fell forward, landing squarely against Sho's chest. Her face pressed against his shirt, and she could feel the frantic, heavy rhythm of his heartbeat. The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, and the reality of their position—her body flush against his—washed over her.
She pushed herself away quickly, her cheeks burning. When her eyes lifted to meet his, the intensity in his gaze was unmistakable. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
'I can't. This is wrong '
But the protest died in her thoughts, a lie even to herself. A part of her, a part she was desperately trying to silence, felt the same magnetic pull, a deep-seated desire to close the small distance she had just created.
Sho looked down at her, his gaze tracing the innocent worry on her face before settling on her pink lips, which glistened and parted slightly as if calling to him.
He leaned in slowly, his face drawing closer to hers.
'No, we can't. Please stop, This isn't right.'
Yet even as her mind formed the words, her body betrayed her. She didn't pull away. Her thoughts were a storm of denial, but her body had already surrendered, leaning into the warmth of his approach, waiting.
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Sho closed the final distance, his lips meeting hers in a slow, tentative touch. Aunt Cass's eyes flew open in surprise, and she instinctively tried to pull back, a muffled protest forming in her throat. But Sho's arm, firm around her waist, held her in place, drawing her closer instead.
The initial hesitation was swallowed by a surge of raw need. The soft touch deepened into a real kiss, and as their lips moved together, the world narrowed to that single point of contact.
Their saliva mixed, a warm, intimate seal, and when his tongue sought entry, she met it with her own. The battle was a desperate, shared language—a conflict of want and guilt expressed without words.
Tongue Vs Tongue
Sho's kiss was rough, possessive, the force of it stealing her breath and weakening her knees. She felt herself sinking backward, guided by his weight until her butt met the soft surface of the bed. Through it all, their lips never parted. Cass's resolve was crumbling, her attempts to hold herself back dissolving with every passing second. A weakness spread through her limbs, heavy and warm. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but a deeper, more primal part of her arched into him, begging for more.
Now sitting on the bed with Sho leaning over her, his arms cradling her, he continued to explore her mouth, leaving no sensation unfelt. When he finally broke the kiss to draw a ragged breath, a thin string of saliva bridged their lips for a moment before breaking.
They stared at each other, chests heaving, the air between them crackling with a heat that was almost unbearable.
Sho's control shattered. With a low groan, he pushed Aunt Cass down onto the bed, his body following to cover hers. The full weight of him pressed her into the mattress, a solid, warm presence that stole her breath. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against his pants, rubbing insistently against her pussy through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Ahhhhh~"
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips at the friction. The sound seemed to break a spell within her.
"Sho... stop. We can't go any further," Cass pleaded, her voice a shaky whisper, even as her hips gave a tiny, betraying shift against his.
"Please, Aunt Cass," he breathed against her cheek, his voice thick with need. "Don't stop me and I know... I know you want this, too."
Before she could form another protest, he dipped his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He kissed and then sucked gently, and a jolt of pure lightning shot down her spine. Her body arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back for a fleeting moment as a wave of pleasure-pain washed over her.
"Sho! Stop! We can't do this!" she cried out, this time with more force. She pushed against his shoulders, and after a moment of resistance she pushed away Sho.
She sat up on the of the bed, breathing heavily. As she saw Sho, the look on his face—a mixture of hurt, rejection pierced her heart. She couldn't bear to see him like that.
She knew what he wanted and she knew what she wanted but the relationship between them is that Sho is her friend son and she didn't wanted to Cross any more boundaries.
But at the same time she didn't wanted Sho to feel rejected.
So with final resolve.
"Sit here," she whispered, her voice husky. "I... I'll do it. With my hand."
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Sho sat at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The room was quiet, the air thick with a tension he couldn't quite name.
"Sho," Aunt Cass's voice was soft but firm, cutting through the silence. "Please, close your eyes. And don't open them, okay?"
He felt a flutter of nervousness, but he complied, shutting his eyes tightly. The world went dark.
"Sho," she said again, a gentle affirmation, and he heard her move closer.
He felt her hands at his waistband, the soft fumble of the button, and then the slow, deliberate slide of his pants down his hips. The cool air hit his skin, followed by the warmth of her gaze. He could feel her looking at him.
A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. He was… larger than she had anticipated. Not just long, but thick, the sheer girth of him seeming to dwarf her delicate hands as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around him. A shiver ran down her spine— as the thought scared her what could've happened if it went inside her and a part something else entirely the pleasure she could feel.
Her touch was feather-light at first, then settled into a steady, practiced rhythm. Her palm was soft, her strokes slow and deliberate. Sho flinched, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth at the contact. The sensation of her skin on his was almost too much.
Minutes passed. The only sounds were their breathing and the soft, slick friction of her hand. He could feel the muscles in her wrist and forearm beginning to tire, her movements becoming less fluid. A flicker of frustration crossed her face. Why wasn't this working? Why wasn't he finishing?
She paused, catching her breath, and looked down at him. The reality of the task became clear. This was going to take all night at this rate.
Swallowing hard, she made a decision.
Leaning forward, she brought her face close. Sho felt her warm breath first, then the shocking, soft pressure of her lips as they closed around the head of his cock. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The wet, hot confines of her mouth were an entirely different universe compared to her hand.
The sensation was so intense his eyes fluttered open for a split second, blurrily taking in the sight of her head in his lap, her focus entirely on him. Her technique was clumsy at first, her lips working only the tip, but soon she began to take more of him into her mouth, her head beginning to bob slowly.
It was wet and messy. Her saliva mixed with the bead of pre-cum moisture that had gathered at his tip, making everything slick.
Cass worked with a growing, sexual energy, her own body responding to the act. A familiar heat pooled low in her stomach, a dampness soaking through her underwear. She just wanted him to finish fast, to bring this to its conclusion so he could leave.
The feeling went on for what felt like bliss that should never end.
Sho tried to hold back, he really did, he wanted this feeling to last more longer but the way Aunt Cass's lips and tongue moved on his dick was too much. A sensation he'd never felt before took over his body, and his control shattered.
He came with a low groan, his release filling her mouth. When she finally pulled back, his cum spilled from her lips, dripping down onto her breasts.
Sho, who had been lost in the feeling, finally opened his eyes. The sight of Aunt Cass with his cum on her face made him feel a little guilty.
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Cass," he mumbled, his face burning.
Cass wiped her mouth with a nearby cloth, about to speak, when her eyes widened. Sho's dick was still completely hard, standing tall as if ready for more.
"Shoo," she said, her voice sharp. "I told you not to open your eyes."
"Sorry, it just happened," he said, feeling helpless.
"Close them," she ordered.
He immediately squeezed his eyes shut. A second later, he felt her mouth on him again, and a silent moan echoed in his mind. Oh god, this is so good.
Cass started sucking him again, determined. Her reasoning was simple: if she satisfied him completely, he wouldn't be left wanting her. If he was unsatisfied, he might keep thinking about this, about her. She wanted to send him home without a single craving left.
Thirty minutes later, she was covered. Her mouth, her face, her breasts, and her thighs were all streaked with his cum. Sho had come five times, completely spent. She was relieved; if they had gone on any longer, she might have crossed a line she couldn't come back from.
As soon as he was soft, she quickly sent him home. She didn't want him to see her in her own desperate state.
The moment the door closed, her hand slipped between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. Using his cum as slick, she fingered herself quickly, the image of Sho flashing behind her eyelids.
"I'm sorry, Ayaka," she whispered to the empty room, her breath catching. "I just couldn't help myself." And she chanted his name until she finally, shudderingly, came.
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Meanwhile, outside the house, Sho heard everything happening inside, but he chose to ignore it. He didn't want to be too forceful—he wanted Aunt Cass to accept him naturally, even if it took time.