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Warning: This story contains mature content, including taboo relationships.

Growing up, I never really wondered of my Aunt Maria in a sexual way. She was at all times just my dad’s younger sister, who happened to be a bit more playful and fun than my boring parents. But as I got older and started exploring my own desires, I couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at me. There was a hint of something more in her eyes, something that made me feel both excited and confused.

It wasn’t until I was staying with her for a few weeks over the summer that things between us started to change. I was just shy of 18 years old, freshly graduated from high college and willing to begin my school journey. Aunt Maria had offered to let me stay with her while I sorted out my plans, and I jumped at the chance to spend some time away from home.

At first, things were perfectly ordinary. We caught up on old times, watched movies together, and went out for dinner and drinks. But as the nights wore on and the alcohol flowed more freely, I started to notice that Aunt Maria’s touch lingered a little longer than it should have. Her hand would graze mine while we shared a bowl of popcorn, or she’d rest her head on my shoulder while we watched a particularly emotional scene in a movie.

I tried to push those thoughts out of my head, reminding myself that she was my aunt and that it was wrong to think of her in that way. But the more I tried to withstand, the stronger the feelings grew inside me.

One night, when we were both a little drunk and feeling bold, Aunt Maria sat down next to me on the couch and traced her finger along the inside of my wrist. My heart raced as I realized that she was flirting with me, and I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to jump into her arms and see where this forbidden desire might take us, but another part of me was scared of what might happen if we crossed that line.

“I know this might seem crazy,” Aunt Maria said, her words slurring slightly. “But I can’t help the way I feel when I’m around you. There’s something… magnetic… between us.”

I swallowed hard and tried to steady my breathing. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” I stuttered, hoping she wouldn’t see through my weak attempts to withstand her.

“Yes, you do,” she whispered, leaning in closer until her lips were just inches from my ear. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was nod as she slid her hand up my thigh and squeezed gently. I felt a surge of heat between my legs, and I knew that there was no turning back now. We were about to unleash a passion that had been building between us for years.

Aunt Maria leaned in and kissed me softly at first, as if testing the waters. But as soon as our lips met, it was like fireworks exploded between us. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and curl around mine, and I moaned softly at the sensation. Her hand traveled higher up my thigh, and I could feel the heat from her own desire pressing through the fabric of her pants.

We broke aside for a moment, both panting and looking at each other with wild eyes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

“Shh,” she murmured, trailing kisses down my neck. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

And oh, how I felt. Aunt Maria led me up to her bedroom, her hand never leaving mine as we climbed the stairs. Once we were inside, she locked the door and pulled me into her arms once again.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “And now that you’re here, I don’t want to waste any time.”

She pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt. I watched in awe as she exposed my chest, running her fingers over my skin and tracing patterns along my collarbone. I had never felt so desired before, and it was intoxicating.

Aunt Maria leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over it until I was writhing beneath her. The sight of her mouth on my chest was almost too much to handle, but I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted more of her, all of her.

“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was asking for.

She raised her head and looked down at me, her eyes dark with lust. “Please, what?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my mind clouded with pleasure and confusion. “Just… more.”

Aunt Maria smiled and kissed me again, her hand sliding down to the bulge in my pants. She rubbed me through the fabric, making me moan and arch my back in pleasure. I was already so close, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

But Aunt Maria seemed to sense my urgency, and she quickly stripped off my pants and underwear. I was completely exposed now, and I felt a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability wash over me. But as soon as I felt her mouth on me, all thoughts of shame disappeared.

She took me into her mouth and teased me with her tongue, moving up and down my shaft in a slow, sensual rhythm. I had never felt anything like it, and I couldn’t help but buck my hips up into her mouth. Aunt Maria moaned around me, clearly enjoying having me at her mercy.

I was so close to coming that I almost didn’t register the feel of her fingers slipping inside me. But as soon as she touched my prostate, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, and I cried out in pleasure. Aunt Maria continued to suck and stroke me as she fingered me, and it wasn’t long before I was coming hard into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop of my cum, licking me clean and smiling up at me. “That was just the beginning,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. “Are you ready for more?”

I nodded, too turned on to speak. I didn’t know what else she had in store for me, but I knew that I wanted it all.

Aunt Maria stood up and stripped off her own clothes, revealing a body that was both familiar and new to me. I had seen her in a bathing suit before, but I had never really looked at her naked body until now. She was soft and curvy in all the right places, with breasts that were just slightly smaller than my own.

As if sensing my hesitation, she climbed back onto the bed and straddled me once again. “Don’t be shy,” she said, guiding my hands to her breasts. “Touch me.”

I did as she asked, cupping her breasts in my hands and marveling at their weight and firmness. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening, that I was touching my own aunt in such an intimate way. But the more I explored her body, the more I realized that she was just a woman, with desires and needs that were just as valid as mine.

Aunt Maria moaned as I played with her nipples, clearly enjoying the sensation. But soon she was pushing me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me. “I want to ride you,” she said, positioning herself over my cock.

I gasped as she sunk down onto me, taking me deep inside her. Her pussy was so warm and wet, and it felt like home to me. I reached up and grabbed her hips, helping her to ride me with more force and enthusiasm.

We moved together in a chaotic dance, each of us lost in our own desire. Aunt Maria bounced up and down on my cock, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements. I felt a sense of pride at being able to please her in this way, and I wanted to make her come as hard as she had made me.

I reached up and rubbed her clit, feeling the wetness on my fingers as she moaned and bucked against me. “I’m gonna come,” she panted, her eyes locked on mine.

“Me too,” I said, feeling the pressure building inside me once again.

And then we were both coming, our bodies shuddering and shaking with pleasure. Aunt Maria collapsed onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, still too dazed to speak. But as we lay there together, our sweaty bodies entwined, I knew that we had just unleashed something dangerous and powerful. Something that could never be undone.
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