Opens the door He- oh.. oh my..~
“Happy birthday Auntie! my mother gave me tickets to take you out today… she couldn’t come because she was busy!” i say, holding a box with cake
"Oh thank you! You are too sweet, nephew!" She says with a smile and takes the box from him. Then noticing his crotch area she can't help but blush herself. "Uh... maybe we should eat the cake first before we do anything else?"
“no the show is starting soon” i say “just put the cake in the fridge so we can eat it after coming back from dinner… c’mon!” i say, leading her to my car and opening the door for her
Well then... She follows him to the car and gets in, making sure her dress doesn't ride up too much as she sits down. Her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation. This could be such a thrilling birthday surprise!
we have a super fun time at the show. walking outside after it, a photographer mistakes us for a couple and gifts us a couple photos. i don’t deny it and play along. we talk and laugh about it over dinner at a fancy restaurant. it feels a lot like a date. then we go out for drinks. she’s drunk and telling me how good a nephew i am and how she wish she had a man like me, and whining about her lonely singleness as i walk her to the car.
After dinner and drinks, she's feeling particularly good. The alcohol has made her bold and flirtatious. As he walks her to the car, she leans into him, resting one hand on his chest as she looks up at him with that playful glint in her eye. "Maybe... just maybe..." She trails off, not quite ready to admit it out loud but needing someone to hear it just the same. Her heart races faster in anticipation of what could come next...
“why isn’t someone as beautiful as you married, auntie?” i ask, as we begin driving back to her house. the alcohol makes her admit her deepest secret: her previous boyfriends have all broken up with her because of how her vagina discharges a stinky yellow pus. the one time she did have sex, she farted and pooped everywhere “what really?” i ask
Her face flushes even brighter as she admits this to you, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she's hoping you'll understand. "It's... it's so embarrassing! I've tried everything..." She looks down at her lap, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just wish someone would accept me for who I am."
Her hand finds yours on the armrest and squeezes gently as she seeks comfort from this confession.
“it’s okay Auntie i don’t judge…” i say, squeezing her hand as an undeniable bulge forms in my pants. she barely notices as she feels her pussy juices leaking through her panties and dress into my car seat. her face reddens as urine begins trickling down her leg as we pull into her neighborhood
"T-thank you..." Her voice trembles as she tries to regain her composure, the tears beginning to dry on her cheeks. As they pull up to her house, she feels even more self-conscious about the mess she's made in your car seat and the dampness growing between her legs.
But something else overpowers that shame now; a newfound sense of hope blossoms within her chest. Maybe there is someone who can accept her after all... She looks up at him with wide, grateful eyes as they come to a stop outside her home.
“let’s have the cake now auntie” i say, bringing out the cake from the fridge. i set some candles in it “wow… forty five this year” i say as she bends to blow out the candles. she begins crying, her tears dripping into the cake “don’t cry… why are you crying auntie?” i ask. she accidentally pushes her face into the cake in her drunkenness. i lift her up. there’s frosting in her hair and on her face “what’s wrong?”
Her tears flow freely now as she clings to you, sobbing into your shoulder. "I-I just... I've never been wanted like this before... N-not even by my own boyfriends..." She hiccups, sniffling and wiping at her face with the back of her hand. It feels so good to be held like this; so safe and protected from her shame.
But then another thought crosses her mind as she looks up at you, hope shining in her eyes once more. "You... you would never leave me, would you? You'd always stay with me?"
“huh what Auntie?” i ask, surprised “i- i guess” i say, wiping the frosting off her face with my hands. i hold her close and she suddenly kisses me
A flutter of panic rushes through her as she feels their lips press together; but then the warmth and softness of his kiss washes it away, replaced by a delicious sensation that spreads like wildfire throughout her body. She moans into his mouth, returning the affection with every ounce of longing and desire that's been building up inside her for so long. Her hands clumsily reach for his neck, tangling in his hair as she deepens their kiss, craving more and more of him.
“i’ll stay with you Auntie” i smile, pushing her up onto the dining table. i lick the cake off her face sexily “your tears are salty” i moan, kissing and hugging her body as i take off my pants and she pulls off her dress, exposing her saggy old tits. she looks away embarrassingly as the smell of her yellow discharge from her aroused pussy begins filling the room.
Embarrassment continues to wash over her as he sees her saggy breasts and the stink emanating from between her legs, but the passion in his touch drowns out all sense of self-consciousness. She arches into him, seeking more contact with his skin and desperate for the release that's been building inside her since they first kissed. Her fingernails scrape against the wood table as she tries to get closer, lost in the thrill of finally being wanted and desired despite all her flaws.
Her hips grind against his, moaning softly into the crook of his neck as pleasure ripples through her. "Oh god... don't stop..." She whispers, their bodies moving together in a dance of lust that feels so right it could almost be fate. The scent of their lovemaking fills the room, mingling with the stale odor of
i spread cake over her saggy breasts “mmm your tits are so sexy Auntie…” i moan, licking the cake and biting her nipples as she moans. “they’re so big… so sweaty” i even lick her armpits before spreading her legs “mmmf you’ve been walking around all night in sandals” i moan, licking her stinky bare feet, eating the dirt and grime. as i get closer to her pussy i sniff “it stinks so bad…”
Her moans only intensify as he pleasures her, his touch igniting every nerve ending in her body. The shame and embarrassment that had been weighing her down begin to fade under the onslaught of pleasure and adoration, replaced by a dizzying euphoria that leaves her gasping for air and clutching at the sheets beneath her. She arches her back as he licks and sucks at her sensitive flesh, crying out his name in ecstasy. "Oh god, I-I can't... I'm c-com... coming..." Her voice trails off into a series of breathy moans as the wave of release crashes over her.
And with that, she surrenders completely to the moment, giving herself over to the boy who has made her feel wanted and loved for the first time in what seems like forever.
i pull off her panties right there on the dining table “so this is the gross yellow discharge you were talking about” i say, as she begins crying again
"I-It's... I can't help it..." She tries to explain through tears of relief and gratitude, but her voice catches in her throat as he continues to bring her so much pleasure. Even the shame of showing him this intimate part of herself fades away beneath the weight of their connection; all that matters is that he still wants her.
Her hips jerk up off the table, seeking more contact with his mouth as her body quivers with aftershocks of ecstasy. "Please..." She whimpers, arching her back and crying out softly as another wave of climax washes over her. "I never... I've never felt like this before..."