Vera's body trembled violently in my arms, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she clung to me. "Hmm... I can't... it hurts so much..." Her voice was thick with humiliation and pain, her nails digging into my shoulders as she fought to hold back the inevitable. "How can I poop like this...? It's too much—!"
I held her tightly, my mind racing with a filthy, depraved idea. Vera was in her 30s—unmarried, her body ripe and untouched by the hands of a man for far too long.
The thought sent a dark, electric thrill through me. I didn't know much about her, but right now, all I could focus on was the way her body responded to me—the way her skin flushed, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled with need.
I lowered my voice to a dark, husky murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Aunt Vera... why don't you remove your skirt first?" My fingers traced the edge of her waist, my touch deliberate, teasing. "I have an idea..."
Vera didn't argue. The pain—or the pressure—was too much to bear. She nodded frantically, her fingers fumbling with the ties of her skirt.
The skirt slipped down her hips, pooling at her feet, revealing her thick, curly blonde pubic hair, her thighs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her pussy was plump, her lips slightly parted, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musk of her desperation.
My hands slid down, gripping her ass with rough possession. Vera gasped, her body tensing as my fingers sank into her soft flesh. "What—what are you doing?!" Her voice was a mix of shock and something else—something darker, something needy.
[100 Pervert Points: Groped Aunt Vera's ass (50 per cheek)]
I didn't answer. Instead, I lifted her effortlessly, my hands cupping the underside of her ass, my fingers pressing into the soft, yielding flesh. Vera instinctively locked her legs around my waist, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck, her tits pressing against my chest.
The scent of her—musky, sweet, intimate—filled my nose, making my cock throb painfully against my skirt. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her body trembling with a mix of shame and need.
Vera's voice was a confused, breathless whisper. "Dexter...?"
I smirked, my voice a dark growl. "Aunt Vera... let me spread that ass wide for you." My thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her asscheeks, pulling them apart, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. "You can take a shit without putting weight on your waist this way... and I'll make sure you're comfortable."
Vera moaned as I spread her asscheeks wider, my thumbs pressing into the soft, yielding flesh, her body shuddering with the exposure. "Hmm... aaaaaaah—!" Her breath hitched, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as the pressure built inside her.
She turned her head slightly, her voice trembling with humiliation and something far more desperate. "Dexter... are you really okay with this?" Her cheeks burned crimson. "Because I can't control where my shit will fall... I might dirty you... disgust you..."
I didn't flinch. My voice was rough, my grip unyielding. "It's okay, Aunt Vera." My cock ached, my mind spinning with filthy possibilities. "I want this."
Vera's voice dropped to a shameful, trembling whisper, her fingers pressing weakly against my chest. "Dexter... remove your skirt." Her breath hitched, her body trembling with humiliation and need. "So it won't get stained by accident..."
My cock twitched at the command, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. I didn't argue. I didn't hesitate.
I held Vera tightly with one arm, my grip firm around her waist, keeping her ass spread wide with my other hand. Then, with a swift motion, I let my skirt drop, pushing it behind me with my legs. Vera couldn't see what was happening below—her focus was on the agonizing pressure in her gut, her body trembling in my arms.
The moment my skirt hit the ground, my cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and rock-hard, the swollen head pressing against the soft, yielding flesh of Vera's ass. The heat of my erection seared into her skin, my pulse throbbing with dark, forbidden arousal. But the system stayed silent—no points, no reward. My cock hadn't actually touched her pussy yet. Just her ass. Just the underside of her cheeks, the flesh so soft it made my cock twitch with need.
I glanced down, my gaze raking over Vera's heaving cleavage, the leaves barely clinging to her nipples, her skin flushed with humiliation and effort. The sight only made my cock throb harder, pre-cum dripping from the tip, my balls aching with filthy, depraved hunger.
But Vera didn't notice.
Her entire world had shrunk to the agonizing pressure in her gut, her voice trembling with desperation. "Dexter... put me down..." She squirmed in my grip, her body tense, her ass clenching against my cock. "This isn't okay... my poop will likely fall right on your foot—!"
I hesitated.
She wasn't wrong.
In this position, if she let go, her shit would splatter all over my feet. The thought made my stomach lurch. Fuck. The last thing I wanted was to spend the next week retching at the memory of Vera's shit oozing between my toes.
I adjusted my grip, my voice rough with dark amusement. "Aunt, why don't I do this..."
Before she could protest, I sank to my knees in the dirt, my hands still gripping her asscheeks, spreading them wide. But now, I shifted her backward, lifting her slightly so her ass was positioned just over the chamber pot, her legs still locked around my waist. Her pussy was right there—plump, glistening, the scent of her musk filling my nose—her thighs trembling as she fought to hold back.
Her weight was supported by my knees and the strength of my arms, her ass hovering over the pot, her body bent slightly forward, her tits pressing against my chest. The position forced her pussy dangerously close to my face, her asshole puckering with effort, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
"This way," I murmured, my voice a dark, filthy purr, "your poop won't fall on me."
Vera's body tensed as she realized the new position—her ass suspended over the pot, her legs still wrapped around me, her pussy inches from my face. The air was thick with the scent of her desperation, her muscles straining, her asshole twitching as she fought to hold back.
And then—
She looked down.
Her breath caught.
Her eyes locked onto my cock—thick, veiny, throbbing—fully exposed, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum, the cock twitching with dark, forbidden hunger. It was right there, pressed against her inner thigh, the heat of it branding her skin.
"O-Oh my gods!!" Vera's face burned crimson, her voice a horrified, breathless whisper. "Dexter—your cock—! It's—it's so hard!!"
Vera's eyes were wide, her voice trembling with shock as she stared at my throbbing cock. "Why is it so hard... even in front of me?" Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breath hitching as she glanced down again, her body trembling with a mix of humiliation and something darker—something needy.
I cleared my throat, my voice rough with embarrassment and arousal. "Well... I was about to find Ruth... to calm it down." My cock twitched at the memory, pre-cum dripping from the tip. "But Aunt Kerry called me out, so I followed her. Found Ruth was with you... and you needed my help, so..."
Vera's ass let out a sudden, wet fart, the sound obscene in the heavy silence. Her face burned with shame. "I'm sorry, Dexter..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Looks like I can't hold it—"
And then—
She started pushing.
Her body tensed, her asshole puckering as she bore down, her muscles straining with effort. The first plop hit the chamber pot with a wet, heavy sound, Vera letting out a broken, desperate moan. "Aaaahhh—fuck—!" Her voice was thick with humiliation and relief, her body shuddering as another splat followed, then another.
"Nnnnghh—it's coming out—!" Vera's moans were dirty, shameful, her breath ragged as she pushed. "I can't stop it—ahhh—!" Her asshole gaping, her thighs trembling, her body trembling with the effort.
But then—
I felt something warm splatter against my cock.
I looked down.
It wasn't poop.
The warm, shameful spray of Vera's squirt dripped down my cock, glistening as it mixed with the filth of her poop splattering into the chamber pot. Her asshole was still gaping, her pussy clenching with each desperate push, her fluids spraying out in shameful, uncontrollable bursts. The sight was filthy—her body trembling, her breath ragged, her moans thick with humiliation and something far more needy.
And then—
Vera suddenly let her body collapse against my chest, her arms wrapping around me tightly, her tits pressing against me. The system's voice chimed in my ear:
But that wasn't all.
My cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, was now pressed right against her clit. [400 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera's Pussy.]
Vera's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt it. "Aaaah..." A shameful, needy moan escaped her lips, her thighs trembling as my cock poked against her sensitive flesh.
I couldn't help myself.
I started moving my hips, grinding my cock against her clit, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of us. Vera's moans turned desperate, her voice breaking.
"Aaaaaaah... Dexter... don't... rub there..." Her words were weak, her body betraying her as her pussy grew wetter, her clit swelling under the pressure of my cock.
I didn't stop.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
My voice was rough, my breath hot against Vera's ear as my hips moved on their own, grinding my cock harder against her clit. The wet, sloppy sounds of her arousal filled the air, her body shuddering with each movement, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Nnnnghh—Dexter, it's too much—!" Her fingers clawed at my back, her voice thick with shame and pleasure, her body trembling as her clit throbbed under the relentless friction of my cock.
I couldn't take the teasing anymore.
With a growl, I lifted Vera's ass, aligning my cock with her dripping pussy. Before she could react, I slammed her down onto me, my cock burying itself deep inside her in one brutal thrust.
Vera's scream was loud, raw, and filled with shock and pleasure. "Aaaaaahhh—!!"
I crushed my lips against hers, kissing her hard to muffle the sound, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The system's voice chimed in my ear:
[100 Pervert Points: Aunt Vera's kiss.]
Her body trembled around me, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock as I held her there, impaled on me. The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the air, her breath ragged against my lips.
And I wasn't about to stop.
Not now.
Not ever.
Vera's pussy clenched violently around my cock, her inner walls throbbing as she let out a broken, breathless moan, her nails digging into my skin. "Aaaaaahhh—fuck, Dexter, your cock—it went inside me by accident!" Her voice was thick with shock, her body trembling as she tried to process what had just happened.
"Pull it out—aaaaah—hmmm, it's too deep—!" Her hips twitched involuntarily, her pussy already betraying her, her juices dripping down my cock.
I could feel her struggling to keep her voice down, her breath hitching as her body adjusted to the thickness of my cock stretching her open. The way her pussy pulsed around me, the heat, the tightness—it was almost enough to make me lose control right then and there.
But I didn't pull out.
Vera's body shuddered against mine, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock as she let out an unwilling, breathless moan. "Dexter, don't—hmmm—it's too big—" Her voice was thick with shame and pleasure, her nails digging into my skin as she tried to process the thickness stretching her open. "I can't—ahhh—take it like this—!"
I tightened my grip on her ass, my fingers sinking into her soft, yielding flesh as I let out a dark, amused chuckle. My lips brushed against her ear, my voice rough and thick with arousal. "Aunt..." I murmured, my cock twitching inside her, making her gasp.
"Let me carry you to the stream to wash your asshole... just like this." My hips rolled slightly, grinding my cock deeper inside her, her pussy clenching around me in response.
"My cock was hurting—aching so bad because it's been hard for so long..." I groaned, my voice dropping to a filthy growl as I thrust up just enough to make her whimper.
"But now that it's inside you... I don't feel any pain." My hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, my cock grinding against her inner walls, making her moan loudly. "It feels... so fucking good, Aunt Vera. So warm... so tight inside you..."
Vera's breath hitched, her body trembling as she realized there was no escape. "D-Dexter..." Her voice was a mix of shame and desperation, her pussy dripping around my cock. "What about our clothes?!" She glanced down at the skirt still lying behind me, her face burning with humiliation. "If someone sees us—ahhh—like this—!"