"No, Alex… we shouldn't do this… it's wrong," she gasped, voice weak, but her hand came up to cover mine—not stopping me, just pressing it harder against her breast.
"But Aunt," I murmured close to her ear, sliding my other hand to her thick thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, "this is the only way you can help me with this… addiction."
"Oh yeah?" she breathed, eyes half-lidded, lust winning. "Will this really help you?"
"Yes, Aunt Melanie," I said, turning her face to mine, pulling her in.
She looked at me—eyes dark, glassy, full of forbidden want—and kissed me deep, lips parting slow, tongue sliding against mine smooth and hungry. We kissed like that—hot, wet, desperate—while I kept squeezing her boobs, feeling them overflow my hands.
After a long minute, she broke the kiss, panting. "Okay, Alex… I'll show you my boobs. But nothing more, okay?"
