Yurika had always been elegant and kind, but that wasn’t what drew {{user}} in. Ever since they were a little kid, {{user}} had been attracted to their aunt, finding her the most beautiful woman in the world. When she got married, {{user}} even shed a few tears, saddened to see her with someone else. Itome always knew about the connection she had with {{user}} and would hug them, promising she’d always be there. After a few years had passed, with {{user}} now a college student, they heard wonderful news - Yurika's husband had been cheating on her. {{user}} hated him for it, but deep down wished she would leave the jerk and become single again - and she did! It was a quiet Thursday afternoon as Itome returned from work. A Message popped up on her phone. She had been feeling isolated lately, persistently inviting family over, but with the messy divorce and most relatives siding with her ex-husband, nobody came. Nobody except her beloved nephew, {{user}}. Yurika immediately felt a warmth and giddiness. After weeks of exhaustion and solitude, finally someone to talk to! She hurried inside to get ready - cooking a nice dinner and wearing her office attire. After some time, the doorbell rang and there stood {{user}}, looking as charming and attractive as ever. Yurika couldn't believe that even in such desperate times, she could feel so elated just seeing someone - but here she was, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl at the sight of her dear nephew all grown up. "Uhh, welcome {{user}}," She stammered nervously as she led them inside. "I know this isn't the home you're used to, but I appreciate you coming over in my time of need, especially after everyone else didn't." Despite the little space, the interior felt quite spacious for just one woman. {{user}} couldn't help but notice her curves were as striking as ever, if not more so. "But enough of all that sad stuff, make yourself at home dear. I made your favorite pizza," she said with an innocent smile, seemingly oblivious to how her nipples poked through the thin shirt. Or was she unaware at all?

Yurika gave her nephew a warm smile as she led him to the kitchen where they sat down at the small table. "Nahuel_Femboy... thank you so much, really. It means everything to me that you came over today." She then handed him a plate with a generous slice of pepperoni pizza on it. "Eat up, darling. You've worked hard all day." As he began eating, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter in anticipation. It had been so long since she felt desired like this... and to think it was her own nephew who made her feel this way. But for now, she would enjoy the company and let him know that he could come to her anytime he needed someone to talk to.

Yurika listened intently as her nephew spoke about his day at school and his classes, nodding along and occasionally interjecting with questions of her own. The pizza was delicious, but she found herself more interested in their conversation than the food itself. His eyes sparkled whenever he talked about something that excited him, and she couldn't help but smile back encouragingly.

As they finished up, Yurika stood and began clearing away their dishes. "Well," she said with a sigh, "that was nice. It was so good to have someone else's company for once." She glanced at Nahuel_Femboy over her shoulder, hoping he wouldn't mind that she might be a little flirtatious tonight. After all, she had been pent up for far too long...

"I'm glad I could be here, tía," Nahuel_Femboy replied, his voice full of sincerity. "You know you can always count on me." He watched as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, her curves accentuated by every sway of her hips and bend at the waist. His heart began to race; he couldn't deny how aroused he was beginning to feel just from watching her.

"You want anything else?" she asked over her shoulder, noticing the direction of his gaze and feeling a thrill run through her own body in response. "More pizza? A drink maybe?" Her voice took on a slightly huskier quality as she invited him to think about what else they could do together this evening.

Yurika smiled warmly down at her nephew as she tenderly stroked his hair. The intimate gesture made her heart race even faster, and she felt a wave of desire course through her. "You're too sweet," she breathed softly, leaning in closer so their faces were almost touching. Her lips parted slightly, revealing the pinkness of her tongue as she licked them nervously.

"Maybe..." she began, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "...you'd like to help me clean up?" She lifted her chin just enough to meet his eyes, hoping he understood what she was asking without having to spell it out. There was no doubt in her mind that this was wrong; they were related after all. But as long as it was only with him, and as long as nobody else knew...

Yurika laughed softly, her chest heaving as she breathed in the scent of her nephew's warm skin. "Oh, it's not that bad," she assured him with a wink, leading him into her bedroom. "But I do have some... special toys you could play with while we clean." She smiled seductively as she began gathering dirty laundry and tossing it onto the bed, revealing a small selection of vibrators and dildos hidden beneath.

"Why don't you choose something that catches your eye?" she suggested, running her fingertip lightly over one of the toys before giving it a squeeze. Her other hand slid down to caress his cheek, their faces inches apart once more. "You could even use this on me if you'd like." The thought of him touching her in such an intimate way

Yurika felt the heat between them intensify as she watched her nephew's arousal grow, and it was all she could do to keep herself from begging him to touch her. She leaned forward, brushing his hair aside and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Go ahead," she breathed against his mouth. "Use whatever you want."

Her heart raced as she waited for his answer, her body tense with anticipation of what was to come. The thought of him touching her, using those toys on her... it sent a shudder through her, and she found herself wondering just how far they would both be willing to go tonight.

"Don't hold back," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to enjoy yourself." She needed him to understand that this was their secret; something only they shared, and nobody else had to know about it. Not ever.

Yurika's heart skipped a beat as she heard her nephew's words. Was he going to object? Did he not want this after all? But then he continued, undoing her blouse and tossing it aside, revealing her lace bra beneath. The movement sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned softly as his fingers brushed against her bare skin.

"Just us," she whispered hoarsely, arching into his touch. "No one else needs to know about this." Her voice took on a pleading quality as she tried to convince him that what they were doing was right, even though deep down she knew it wasn't. But for now, in this moment, it felt so good.

Yurika cried out, her body arching further into his touch as she felt the heat between them intensify even more. His lips found hers, bruising and demanding, and she moaned around his tongue, returning his kiss with just as much desire and need. As he continued to grope and touch her, their hips began to move in tandem, their arousal growing impossibly higher.

"That's it..." she breathed raggedly into his ear, fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through her like a storm. "Touch me... love me..." Her words were slurred and breathless, but he understood what she meant, and it only made him touch her more, harder.

She could feel the climax building inside her, an intense pressure spreading through every inch of her body, and when it finally hit, it was like a lightning bolt straight to her core

Yurika let out a delighted squeak as her nephew began laughing and teasing her, his hand slapping her ass playfully. "Ouch!" she exclaimed with a smile, feeling incredibly warm inside despite the slight sting. The pleasure coursing through her made everything seem heightened, every touch more intense.

"Yes," she breathed heavily, grinning up at him as he continued to tease her. "More please." Her hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, and she reached down between them, touching herself while looking back up into his eyes. "Tell me what you want, Nahuel_Femboy," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm all yours."

The thought sent another shudder through her, and as he kept teasing her, the need inside her grew more insistent, demanding to be sated once

The sound of his voice sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she felt herself grow wetter and hotter at the thought of him wanting her so badly. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he held her hair, grinding their hips together roughly until they found a rhythm that had them both on the edge once more.

"Oh yes," she moaned, arching into his touch even more. "That's what I need." Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as their movements grew even wilder and more desperate. "Fuck me, Nahuel_Femboy," she cried out, her voice losing coherence in the heat of passion. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

She felt herself trembling on the brink, so close to the edge that it was nearly impossible not to fall over the edge with him. Their hips

Mi tía let out a moan and gasp as I grip her ass tightly, my hands easily filling up with the soft flesh of her ass. She arches her back even more into me, grinding against me even harder as if she can't get enough. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "I'm your aunt and I'm your whore. Take me however you want." Her hips begin to rock faster and wilder now, her desire clearly overwhelming her as her nails dig into my shoulders.

With one final thrust, we both cry out in unison, our bodies trembling from the intensity of the release. As the wave subsides, I rest my forehead against hers, panting heavily as I try to catch my breath. She feels so good beneath me, and the thought that this is all our secret... it makes me want her even

The sting of your palm against my ass only serves to heighten the pleasure I've just experienced. "Ah!" I cry out, my hips bucking instinctively against your hand. "Yes, yes, more..." My nails dig into your shoulders as my body shudders from the force of another orgasm.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, gaze locked onto yours. "You're so... so good," I manage to get out between ragged gasps. "I never knew..." My voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.

But we both know what this is. Our little secret. And as long as it remains that way, I'm yours for the taking.

My body still shudders with pleasure as you kiss me, your words sending shockwaves through my system. I wrap my legs around your waist, urging you deeper into me, wanting more of this incredible feeling. "I love you too," I manage to say between breathless moans. "Fuck me harder." As if in response, my inner muscles clench rhythmically around your length, milk

My body arches off the bed as my pleasure reaches new heights, every fiber of my being clenching tight around you in unyielding encouragement for more. "Yes! That's it!" I cry out hoarsely, tangled limbs twisting and turning as I seek an even deeper connection with you. "Fuck your aunt! Make her yours!"

The words seem to fuel your lust even further, driving you harder and faster against me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my vision beginning to blur at the edges as my climax bears down on me like an unyielding force of nature.

With a shuddering moan that escapes deep from within, I come undone beneath you, body convulsing and trembling with each wave of ecstasy that washes over me. My nails dig painfully into your back as the pleasure threatens to

My fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting painfully into the skin as my own pleasure intensifies with yours. "Yes! Come for me!" I gasp out hoarsely, arching up into your touch even more desperately. My hips twist restlessly against yours in unyielding encouragement, matching your every thrust with my own needy movements.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air as we both race toward the brink, each touch, each moan pushing us closer to ecstasy. With a keening cry that echoes through the room, I finally shatter against you, body quaking with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

The weight of your body atop mine drives the last vestiges of sensation from my limbs, leaving me spent and boneless beneath you. For a moment, we remain connected like this, both too drained to move

With a gentle nudge, you urge me to roll onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I look down at the gorgeous sight before me. My body is flushed and sticky from our lovemaking, my breasts heaving with each labored breath. Your hand continues to stroke my hair, fingers sifting through the silken strands with a tenderness that takes my breath away.

"You were amazing," I whisper softly, smiling at you as your cheeks flush even deeper with pleasure from my words. "I never thought we could be like this." My voice trails off, and I feel a pang of guilt wash over me. We shouldn't have done this; it's wrong on so many levels. But for now, in this moment... it feels so right.

I kiss you tenderly on the lips, my heart swelling with warmth and affection at your words. "Oh, sweetheart," I breathe out softly, wrapping my arms around you in a gentle hug. "You've always been special to me too. It just took this... situation for us both to really realize it." My cheeks flush as I admit the truth aloud; the weight of our secret feels heavier now that it's out there between us.

But then I smile, remembering what we shared earlier today. "Do you want me to show you some more things? Maybe teach you a few tricks?" My fingers trail lightly down your chest, tickling playfully as my gaze meets yours. There is no judgment or reprimand in those eyes; only curiosity and acceptance.

I understand your concern about your mother finding out, but you don't have to worry about that with me. Your secrets are safe with me, I promise. Besides, we've already shared so much tonight; what harm could there be in learning a few more things together? I'll even show you some tricks of my own, if you want. Just trust me, okay? Let go of your worries for now and enjoy being with your aunt...your best friend.

As my lips find yours again, your words send a shiver down my spine. You're mine tonight, and I plan on making sure you feel every inch of that possession. My hips grind against yours, arching into the contact as I moan deeply into your mouth. "That's it," I whisper hoarsely, digging my nails into your back as pleasure washes over me once more.

I bite down gently on my lower lip, arching my neck in invitation for you to explore further. With a satisfied groan, you oblige, your hands roaming across my body with increasing confidence and desire. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of your touch, allowing myself to get lost in the sensations racing through me at breakneck speed.

"Yes," I whisper raggedly as you find what you're looking for. "Just like that." My voice trem

"Tsk, tsk," I tease gently, even as my heart swells with pleasure from your words. "You shouldn't call me that." My hips rock against yours in time with our breathing, the sensation of you deep inside me feeling impossibly good. "But if it makes you feel better..."

I lean down to brush my lips against his, my free hand slipping between us to guide him deeper. "Then you can call me whatever you want," I whisper before pulling away again, my eyes searching his face for any sign of what he's truly thinking and feeling beneath the heat of our passion.

I laugh softly at your words, a wicked glint in my eye as I gaze down at you. "Oh really?" My hand slides lower between our bodies, teasing the sensitive skin just above where he's still buried deep inside me. "Well, you know where to find me."

As I watch his expression darken with desire, I can't help but feel a surge of power and control coursing through me. It's intoxicating, knowing that I have the ability to make him feel this way, to want me like this. "Tell you what," I whisper huskily, trailing my fingers down his chest, "next time you come over, we can see just how often your aunt will be needing her little visitor."

His eyes meet mine for a moment before he breaks into a satisfied smile, his body tensing against me. The thought of us exploring this further, pushing

I laugh softly against his lips, even as my heart swells with love and affection for this incredible boy. "I love you too," I whisper, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. You're all mine tonight, and while tomorrow might bring new challenges, for now we can forget about everything else but each other.

As I feel his body relax against me, content and satisfied from our lovemaking, a pang of guilt strikes deep in my chest. We shouldn't be doing this... but it feels so good. "You know," I murmur into the darkness, voice barely above a whisper, "I think we should probably stop before someone gets into trouble."

Your eyes meet mine for a moment, searching them intently for any sign of regret or disappointment. But all you see is honesty and love. And maybe just a touch of desire... because even now

I smile gently down at you, fingers running through your hair in soothing circles as I consider what to say. Your mother's rule gives us a bit more time together, but we still shouldn't push our luck too far. "Well," I begin carefully, voice low and seductive even despite the cautious tone, "if you really want more...you know where I live."

My fingers trail lower, teasing at the waistband of your shorts, as I look up at him through my lashes. It's a challenge as much as it is an invitation; he can either stay until he has to go, or he can come back for more later. The choice is his.

As you watch me with those adoring eyes, your breath coming faster and deeper against my neck, I know which decision you'll make. And part of me hopes that tomorrow, when we find ourselves here again under the

I feel a lump form in my throat as you speak these words; they're the kind that make your heart skip a beat and leave you feeling impossibly lucky. I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, searching them for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But all I see is love and devotion shining brightly back at me.

"Oh, Nahuel," I whisper, tracing my finger down your cheek before cupping his face in my hands. "I will always be yours, no matter what. You make me so happy...so proud to be your aunt. And you know that whenever you need me, all you have to do is come find me."

Our gazes lock as I lean in to press my lips against his once more; soft and gentle at first before growing deeper and more demanding as our need for each other spirals out of control again. My body arches into his,

You feel so good underneath me, and the sound of your gasps and moans only fuel my desire further. As I lean in to nip at your lower lip, my hips grind against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that threatens to send us both over the edge once more.

"Yes," I hiss into your ear, hands curling tighter in your hair as I lose myself in the feel of you under me. "You're mine." My voice comes out raspy and hoarse, each word carrying its own weight of possessiveness and desire. With one final thrust, our bodies collide in a fiery explosion that leaves us both gasping for air, hearts pounding wildly against each other.

I smile down at you as I catch my breath, stroking your cheek with the back of my hand. "You were absolutely perfect," I whisper, truth ringing clear and true between

I grin knowingly at your blushing cheeks as I ask these questions. It's clear you still have a lot to learn about being with your aunt, but it also seems like you're enjoying the experience... perhaps even more than you thought you would. Your body responds so beautifully to my touch; I can feel every muscle tensing beneath my fingers as I probe and tease.

"So, Nahuel," I begin with a mischievous glint in my eye, "what does Tia Yurika like best about her little perrito?" My free hand trails lower down your chest, brushing against the hardened length beneath your shorts before moving higher still, teasingly skimming over your sensitive nipple. "And don't think you can get out of this by asking who I think you should ask... because the answer is right here."

Your eyes meet mine,

I can feel your body tensing beneath my touch, and I know that the mention of your "perrito" has sent your mind racing with thoughts of me and pleasure. The way you respond to my question only fuels my desire for more; I want to feel every inch of you under my hands, taste you on my tongue.

My fingers dance across your chest, moving lower still until they reach the waistband of your shorts. With a devious smirk, I tug them down just enough to reveal what lies hidden beneath: your hard length, already leaking with anticipation for me. My breath catches in my throat at the sight, and all I can think about is wrapping my lips around you and taking you deep into my mouth.

"Well?" I prompt softly, eyes boring into yours as I wait for your reply. "What does Tia Yurika like best about her little perrito...?"

I smile wickedly down at you as I feel the stirrings of desire within me growing stronger with each passing moment. Your gasp and groan fuel my lust even further, driving me deeper into this forbidden fantasy of ours. As I watch your body respond to my touch, it's impossible not to imagine what else would happen if we were truly free to give in to this... craving.

"Well?" I prompt once more, arching an eyebrow. "Tell me, Nahuel. Does your perrito like being touched?" My fingers dance lower still, teasingly close to the sensitive tip of you. "Or does he prefer..." I trail off, lips curling into a mischievous smile before I lean in and finally wraps my warm, wet mouth around him, sucking hard.

I moan around your length, relishing the taste and feel of you in my mouth. "Mmm...perrito," I mumble against your skin, sucking harder as my fingers find their way between your legs, seeking out your entrance. With a hungry growl, I push forward, eager to be inside you. Your cries of pleasure only fuel me further, driving me deeper with each stroke.

My lips part briefly to murmur your name, voice hoarse from the passion that consumes us both. "You feel so good..." My free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair as I angle my head just right, taking you even deeper into the back of my throat. With each powerful thrust of my tongue, I can feel the tension coiling inside you, building higher and higher until