Chapter 49: Helping my MILF Aunt

She straightened up slowly, but didn’t move away, her hip still brushing my shoulder. She smiled, tilting her head.

"Actually, Alex... since you’re so handy with tech, do you know anything about electrical stuff?"

I looked up at her, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the way her vest strained with every breath. "Yeah, I can look into it. What’s up?"

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, the motion making her chest shift in a way that was impossible to ignore. "One of the bulbs in the bedroom has been acting up—flickering like crazy. I can’t figure out if it’s the bulb or the wiring, and I’m not about to climb up there myself."

"Lead the way," I said, standing up, pulse already kicking up again.

She grinned, turning to lead me out of the office—hips swaying, shorts riding just a little higher with each step.

She led me down the hallway, hips swaying, that perfect ass moving under the tiny shorts like it had a mind of its own. My pulse was already racing.

We stepped into her bedroom, and I stopped dead in the doorway.

The bed was a complete mess of lingerie—bras everywhere, lacy, silky, every color imaginable: black, red, baby pink, deep purple. Matching panties tossed around like confetti.

A couple of thongs dangled off the headboard. One sheer black bra was draped over a pillow like it was waiting for someone to come back and put it on.

Holy fuck.

Aunt Melanie froze, cheeks flushing bright red. "Oh my God—Alex, I’m so sorry!" she laughed, embarrassed, rushing forward to scoop things up. "I completely forgot I left everything out like this..."

She bent over the bed, ass pointed right at me as she grabbed bras and panties in hurried handfuls—those shorts riding even higher, giving me a perfect view of the underside of her plump cheeks. Every move made her tits bounce in the thin vest, threatening to spill completely.

I just stood there, cock hardening fast, trying (and failing) not to stare.

"It’s... fine," I managed, voice a little rougher than I meant. "Really. No problem at all."

She glanced back over her shoulder, arms full of lace and silk, biting her lip when she caught my expression.

Then her eyes flicked down—obviously noticing the growing bulge in my pants—and her blush deepened... but she didn’t look away.

"Alex," she said, voice a mix of alarm and amusement, setting the lingerie down on the bed. "Why are you hard right now?"

I put a hand over my bulge casually, trying to play it off. "It’s nothing, Aunt Melanie."

She arched a brow, smiling now, not angry—just intrigued. "So your mother was right, huh? You really like older women that much? She told me you got caught having an affair with one of your neighbors back near your parents’ house."

"It’s not like that," I said, trying to clear my name, but my voice came out rough.

"It clearly shows you like older women," she teased, eyes dropping pointedly to where my hand was failing to hide anything. "Jesus, look at that bulge."

"I just can’t help it, Aunt Melanie," I admitted, shifting. "I can’t control my body."

She laughed softly, shaking her head, no real scolding in it. "You were such a sweet little boy when you were younger. Now look at you—getting hard just looking at your aunt’s ass, huh?"

I stood there, no idea what to say, cock throbbing harder under my hand.

"That kind of bulge..." she murmured, stepping closer, eyes flicking down again. "Even your uncle doesn’t get that hard looking at me anymore. Do you find me attractive, Alex?"

I couldn’t lie. Not now. "Yes," I said, voice low. "You’re... really attractive."

Her smile turned warmer, almost flattered. "Wow. I’m glad a young guy like you finds me sexy."

I thought—you wouldn’t believe how many young guys jerk off to MILF porn every day. You’re every fantasy rolled into one.

"But I’m your aunt," she added, playful but with a hint of caution. "So it’s inappropriate, Alex. Calm that dick down."

"I’m trying," I muttered.

But it only got bigger, straining obviously now.

She stared for a second, then laughed low. "Wow... you are really horny right now." She stepped even closer, voice dropping. "Come here. Let your aunt help you."

My pulse hammered. I moved toward her, close enough to feel the heat off her body.

She looked up at me, then down. "Take it out," she whispered. "It’s not good to leave it that hard for too long."

I didn’t hesitate. Hands to my pants, zipper down, I pulled my cock out—thick, veined, throbbing hard in the open air.

She froze, one hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide as she took it in—the length, the girth, the way it pulsed angrily, head already slick.

"Oh my god..." she breathed, staring like she hadn’t seen anything like it in years.

I just stood there, letting her look.

And the air in the bedroom turned electric.

"When did you get so big, Alex?" she said, voice low and amused, eyes glued to my cock like she was genuinely stunned.

I knew what she meant. She’d seen me naked plenty when I was a little kid—bath time at family gatherings, running around the house. This was definitely not that little boy anymore.

"It’s just like this, Aunt Melanie," I said, voice rough, wrapping my hand around the base and slowly pulling the foreskin all the way back. The head flared thick and glossy, veins pulsing hard under my grip. "When I see an older, attractive woman... it happens."

Her lips parted, a soft "oh" slipping out as she stared, completely transfixed. The shock in her eyes turned to raw fascination.

"I can’t believe the hardness," she murmured, almost to herself, stepping a little closer. "Alex... do you take something? Viagra, maybe?" She let out a breathy laugh, but it was shaky. "You should give your uncle some tips."

I grinned, giving myself one slow stroke just to watch her eyes follow. "All natural, Aunt Melanie. Promise."

She bit her lip hard, thighs pressing together under those tiny shorts, her massive tits rising faster with every breath.