Chapter 64: MILF Aunt Caught in Action

I rose up, cock throbbing painfully hard, lined up at her entrance.

I looked down at her lust-broken face—eyes glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red—and started pushing in deeper, inch by inch. Just staring at my aunt’s face was everything: the woman who’d babysat me, scolded me as a kid, now spread wide and desperate for my cock.

I wanted to break her completely—make her beg, make her admit how much she needed this.

She kept looking at me, then down to where my dick disappeared into her—biting her lip hard, making that lewd, slutty face I couldn’t believe my proper aunt was capable of. So horny, so lost.

I grabbed her throat—firm, possessive, squeezing just enough to make her gasp—and kept fucking her, eyes locked on hers. She loved the roughness; her pussy got tighter, hotter, clenching wild around me with every thrust.

"You like getting fucked by your nephew?" I asked roughly, slamming deeper.

"Aahh... Alex... I’m getting fucked by my nephew..." she moaned, voice breaking, shame and lust twisting together. "What kind of aunt am I...?"

"You’re a slutty aunt," I growled, pounding harder, slapping her tit sharp—watching it jiggle red. "One who gets soaking wet for her nephew’s cock."

I squeezed her throat tighter, feeling her pulse race under my fingers, thrusting brutal to push her orgasm harder.

She shattered—"Fuck... Alex... I’m coming!"—pussy spasming violent, gushing hot around me, body jiggling thick and sinful beneath me, tits bouncing, ass rippling against the bed. Her neglected pussy hadn’t been fucked like this in years—she came like she was starving for it.

The sight—my sweet aunt losing it completely—pushed me over.

I fucked her like an animal now, wild and relentless, wanting to destroy her pussy, ruin her for anyone else. The thought alone—railing my own aunt, breeding her deep while she begged—sent me crashing.

I slammed to the hilt and came—long, warm pulses shooting far into her, rope after thick rope flooding her womb, filling her completely until it leaked out around my cock.

She felt every one—"Aaaahhh—Alex... your cum... so deep..."—eyes rolling back, body shaking as her pussy milked me dry.

I stayed buried, grinding slow, emptying everything while she clung to me, breathless and broken, nails digging into my back, legs locked around my waist.

We were lost in the afterglow—sweat-slick, panting, bodies still joined.

Then—a knock at the door.

Sharp. Insistent.

We froze.

I was balls-deep in my aunt—cock throbbing inside her cum-filled pussy—and someone was at the door.

Her eyes widened, panic flashing, but her pussy clenched harder around me, a fresh gush of wetness coating my shaft. She was getting turned on by the risk—company showing up while her nephew bred her raw.

Fuck.

I thought fast—if it was Lily, Autumn, or Tiffany... what the hell would I say? Fucking a random MILF was one thing. But this was my real aunt—family, blood. Taboo on a whole other level.

I stayed still, grinding subtle despite myself, feeling her flutter around me.

The knock came again—louder.

I figured it must be the maintenance guy—Lily had probably sent him up for the shower now that I was "home."

Melanie’s breath hitched, hand covering her mouth, but her hips rocked just a fraction, like she couldn’t help it.

"Shh," I whispered, kissing her neck slow, thrusting once—deep, deliberate.

She whimpered into my shoulder, pussy spasming again.

Another knock.

I smirked against her skin. "Ignore it. They’ll go away."

She nodded, but her body betrayed her—clenching tighter, pulling me deeper, eyes dark with that mix of fear and filthy excitement.

Whoever it was could wait.

I wasn’t pulling out.

Not yet.

And neither was she letting me.

The knock didn’t come again. Footsteps faded down the hall—whoever it was had given up and left.

Good.

I thrust a few more times—slow, deep—savoring the last clenches of her pussy, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked from her in a thick stream as she whimpered at the emptiness.

I helped her up, both of us breathing heavy, bodies slick.

"Aunt," I said, voice low as we started grabbing clothes. "I’m gonna be busy this weekend—I’m going on some trip with the building. We’ll meet later."

She paused, dress half-on, eyes still glazed and horny. "Alex... it’s so sudden. You don’t think I could stay longer?"

She was filthy desperate—body still trembling, wanting more.

"My friends are coming over soon," I said, pulling on my pants. "I thought that was them knocking. Let’s meet another day."

She pouted but nodded, slipping her bra and dress back on quick, hair messy, lips swollen. We looked exactly like what we’d done—unimaginable, taboo, hot as hell.

I walked her to the door, one last deep kiss in the hallway—her pressing against me, moaning soft.

Then I opened it.

And there she was.

Standing right outside, tool kit hanging from her waist, looking like she’d been about to leave but paused on the balcony landing.

A woman—late 30s, maintenance worker from the uniform. White vest soaked with sweat, clinging tight to her full, heavy tits—cleavage deep and glistening, nipples hard outlines through the damp fabric.

Tight blue worker pants hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the material stretched and shiny from sweat, showing every curve.

She glanced at Melanie—hair tousled, dress slightly wrinkled, that freshly-fucked glow impossible to miss—then at me, shirtless and flushed.

Her eyes flicked between us, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. She was a woman—she could feel when another had just been in heat, thoroughly taken.

"You Alex?" she asked, voice low and amused, wiping sweat from her brow, making her tits shift under the vest.

"Yeah," I said, trying to play cool.

She smirked. "Lily sent me up for the shower. But... looks like you’re busy."

Melanie—still flushed, dress a little wrinkled, lips swollen—forced a quick smile at the worker. "I was just visiting my nephew," she said, voice a touch too high, brushing past her fast down the hallway.

The worker watched her go, eyes narrowing with that knowing look—woman to woman, she could read the signs: the glow, the hurried walk, the faint scent of sex lingering. She turned back to me, smirk deepening, sweat-glistened cleavage rising with a slow breath.

She realized I was fucking my aunt.