"Nicky, do you have any porn? I'm feeling so lonely tonight."

Late at night, my aunt pushed open the door to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie. Her figure was full, soft, and seductive.

I'd been jerking off into her stockings and scrambled to yank the blanket over myself.

"Aunt Maggie, couldn't you at least knock before coming in?"

Her cheeks flushed red. "I'm so hot and bothered I can't stand it. That useless uncle of yours can't satisfy me at all. Just find me a few steamy videos so I can take care of myself."

I felt my own stiff length and smirked. "How about I take care of it for you?"

My name is Nicky Roberts. I'm a college student crashing at my uncle's place nearby.

I've always been hairy for my age—nineteen, full of hot blood, and craving women more with each passing day.

Every night, I'd find a porn video, secretly blow off steam with one of my aunt's stockings, then toss it back in the washing machine.

My aunt's a flight attendant. First thing after work every day, she peels off her stockings.

She has an oval-shaped face, creamy skin, and a pair of breasts so huge even her uniform can't hide them—buttons practically ready to pop. Just picturing her body in my head is enough to get me off.

And she seems just as desperate. Come nightfall, she's all over my uncle, begging for it.

I'd press my ear to the wall and listen to her moan—until, after barely a few cries, my uncle was already done.

That night, I'd swiped a pair of her gray stockings, still stained with the sweat from her long day on her feet.

I took a deep breath. The smell—god, it was intoxicating.

I couldn't wait to dive under the covers, pulled up a classic on my phone, and wedged the stockings between my thighs, savoring the friction.

Then, right at that moment, my aunt suddenly shoved the door open.

She was wearing lacy black lingerie—so little fabric it might as well not exist. Below, it bulged like a little mound, and above, those twin peaks were practically spilling out.

Shit. Had she found out I'd been stealing her stockings?

I shut off my phone fast and shoved the stockings under my body.

But her face was flushed, her expression hungry as she said, "Nicky, download some porn for me, will you? I'm so horny it's driving me crazy."

I froze. "Don't you have my uncle? Why do you need those?"

She frowned. "Don't even mention that useless man. He pumps twice and he's done—can't satisfy me at all.

"I saw your phone. You've got quite a collection saved. I'm about to lose it down there—I just want something to watch so I can take care of it myself."

It hit me then—she really was that pent up. A thrill ran through me. What if I could help her out...?

"Fine, hand me your phone. I'll send you a video."

She bent over and passed it to me.

Those two massive breasts practically pressed right into my face. I'd never seen them from this close before.

I couldn't help but swallow. Lust flooded through me, hot as fire, and I was painfully hard beneath the blanket.

The sheets tented up like a circus tent.

She stared at that rising peak, eyes wide with surprise. Then she reached over and gave it a squeeze right through the blanket.

"What've you got hidden in there? Let me see."

The moment she grabbed it, my whole body jolted—like electricity, tingling and numbing all at once. So much more intense than anything I could do with my own hand.

"Mmm—ah." I couldn't help but moan.

She finally understood what it was, and her oval face went scarlet.

A gleam lit up her eyes. "Wow," she said, excited. "You're actually pretty big."

Inside, I was even more fired up. I wanted nothing more than to shove her down on the bed right then and fuck her senseless.

My aunt lowered her head and urged me, "Have you sent it? Let me see."

"Almost done."

Soon, the file was transferred. I handed her phone back to her.

Down below, I was about to lose control myself—I'd already taken out her stockings, planning to slip them on and take care of things the moment she left.

But my aunt showed no sign of leaving. She sat on the stool and started watching the video, her legs spread wide, one hand slipping beneath her clothes to toy with herself.

The sight nearly made my nose bleed. Lust clawed through my insides, setting every organ ablaze.

She hurriedly said to me, "Your uncle's still in the other room. I can't exactly watch this in front of him, can I? I'll just… take care of it here. Promise me you won't tell him."

I nodded eagerly, my eyes locked onto her damp lower region. Her tight panties outlined everything—a deep, wet crevice.

Catching me staring, she pretended to be angry.

"You pervert, where are you looking? I'm your aunt! Turn your head away."

Reluctantly, I looked to the side. But her intoxicating moans drifted into my ears.

Those sounds burrowed into my heart like a cat's claws, scratching an unbearable itch.

I secretly pulled out the stockings, slipped them on, and started working myself.

But it wasn't the same—nothing like the thrill of her squeezing me through the blanket.

I desperately wanted her to touch me again.

After a few futile minutes, I gave up.

My aunt grew more excited by the second. She stifled her moans, terrified my uncle next door might hear. But the more she held back, the more obscene her sounds became.

I was a man. I couldn't help turning my head to sneak a look.

And what met my eyes—her bare lower body.

She'd slipped off her panties. Her fingers worked furiously inside herself, and I could even hear the wet, gushing sounds.

It was the first time I'd ever seen such a sight. Dizziness washed over me.

Noticing my gaze, she even shifted her body closer to me, her hand moving faster.

She seemed aroused by me looking at her.

There was no holding back now. Summoning my courage, I asked, "Aunt Maggie… are you that itchy down there? Do you want me to help you?"

She looked at me without a word, spreading her legs even wider, her fingers moving faster and faster.

"Aunt Maggie?" I called again when she didn't answer.

And then—a fountain burst forth, soaking my bedsheets.

I stared, dumbfounded.

She collapsed weakly against the back of the chair, letting out relaxed, panting breaths. Her body glistened with sweat and sticky fluid, unbearably alluring.

I was painfully swollen, nearly bursting. I begged, "Aunt Maggie, please help me too. Even if it's just your hand…"

Calmly, she pulled her panties back on and said, "Don't get any crazy ideas, you brat. I'm your aunt."

With that, she opened the door and left.

I lay alone on the bed, the blanket tented high over me, my mind consumed by the image of her pleasuring herself.

She was so beautiful. Especially there. I longed to taste it.

After that day, touching myself lost all feeling.

The ache in my body only grew worse—I could only find relief through her.

A few days passed. I couldn't take it anymore. Waiting until my uncle wasn't looking, I quietly pulled her into the room.

"Aunt Maggie, that video I sent you last time… does it still do anything for you? Want me to send you a couple more?"

She gave me a sidelong glance and tapped my head.

"How dare you talk to your aunt like that? You've got some nerve."

I grinned sheepishly. "To be honest, ever since you touched me that time, nothing I do myself feels right. I've been aching for days. It's torture. Please, just help me out this once. Just help me finish."

Hearing this, she didn't get angry. Instead, she asked, "Oh? My stockings aren't doing the trick anymore? So you want me to take care of you personally, is that it?"

I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. "Huh… so you knew all along?"

She crossed her arms and let out a soft snort. "You think I'm stupid? Every day, those stockings are covered in your nasty sticky mess. I have to wash them every single night."

At that moment, my attention was completely consumed by Aunt Maggie's voluptuous figure. I barely registered a word she said.

Watching her breasts spill out from her clothes as her hands pressed them together, I couldn't help but imagine how they'd feel beneath my fingers.

But would she get angry at me? Would she tell my parents?

Then again, after what she did in my room that night…

Screw it. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I reached out and grabbed her bare flesh.

Damn. The sensation was absolutely incredible—soft, smooth, elastic, tender. The finest of the fine.

Her face instantly flushed red as she slapped my hand away.

"You've got some nerve, you brat. First, you steal my stockings, and now you grope me? Want me to tell your parents?"

I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her close until her chest pressed against mine.

With a wicked grin, I said, "Go ahead and tell them. Then I'll tell Uncle what you were doing in my room that night."

Her expression flickered between rage and embarrassment.

"Are you threatening me?"

So what if I was?

I slipped one hand beneath her shirt and unhooked her bra.

Feeling that softness beneath my fingers, I hardened instantly, my erection pressing firmly against her lower belly.

She began to tremble, her body heating up, growing limp in my arms.

Her voice turned breathy and coy. "H-How can you be so hard?"

I caressed her soft body freely and said, "The truth is, you want me too, don't you, Aunt Maggie? The way you looked at me that night said it all. We're like dry wood meeting fire. Just help me out this once."

She pushed against me with all her strength, but couldn't budge me an inch.

"No… we can't. If your uncle finds out…"

I slid my hand down into her pants and found her soaked.

"Aunt Maggie, you're so fucking wet. It must be uncomfortable. I'm family, aren't I? Let me take care of you this once."

Panting heavily, she parted her lips slightly.

"I want it too, but your uncle is right next door. What if he sees…"

Just then, my uncle's voice rang out from nearby.

"Maggie, where are you? I need to step out for something."

She wrenched herself free from my arms, straightened her clothes, and cracked the door open.

"Right here in Nicky's room. He's stuck on some homework—asked me to help."

Through the gap, I saw my uncle holding a bag.

"Something came up at the office. I have to go in. Won't be back for dinner."

"Alright. Drive carefully."

The moment the front door clicked shut behind him, I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

A flash of excitement lit up her face. "You little rascal—don't you dare."

I pulled off her shoes, lifted her rosy feet to my face, and inhaled deeply.

"Ahh… Aunt Maggie, you smell incredible."

Then I slipped off her top, and two lovely breasts sprang into view. Two cherries perched atop them.

I'd craved them for so long. And now they were right in front of me.

I lunged forward, took one into my mouth, and began to gently suck.

Her body quivered. Her voice grew husky. One hand still weakly pushed against me.

"No… don't… this isn't right."

I pinned her hand down and used the other to pull off her pants, fingers brushing against her damp underwear.

"Aunt Maggie, you're soaking wet. Why play hard to get? Just enjoy yourself for once."

She bit her lip. Her thighs parted slightly, almost involuntarily. Her delicate pink folds seemed to breathe, opening and closing in silent invitation.

I lifted both her legs and draped them over my shoulders.

"If you're going to spread them, spread them wide. What's the point of a little?"

She obeyed without resistance, letting her legs rest on my shoulders. Below, she was already glistening.

I'd held back for days—aching, swollen, desperate. Finally, the release was within reach.

"Aunt Maggie, brace yourself. I'm coming in."

I aimed at her core, braced my hips, and thrust forward hard.