"Here, help your aunt carry these," lanie said with a warm, knowing smile as she handed the two heavy grocery bags.
I took them from her without hesitation, feeling the weight of cans, vegetables, and whatever else she’d picked up at the market. But I already knew exactly what she planned to feed .
Not the food.
Not really.
She turned and started walking toward her house, hips rolling with deliberate slowness, the thin sundress swaying around her thick thighs like a slow invitation. The fabric clung to her curves in the late afternoon heat, outlining the full roundness of her ass, the deep dip of her waist, the heavy bounce of her breasts with every step.
I followed a step behind, bags swinging lightly in my hands, gaze locked on the hypnotic bounce of her ass, the way the dress rode up just enough to tease the lower curve of her cheeks. She didn’t look back once. She didn’t need to. She could feel watching.
Soon we reached her house. She unlocked the door with a soft jingle of keys and stepped inside, holding it open for . The cool air from the AC washed over us as we entered, a sharp contrast to the humid heat outside.
"Take them to the kitchen," she said as she locked the door behind us with a quiet click. The sound felt final, like the world outside was now shut away, and only what happened in here mattered.
I carried the bags to the kitchen and set them on the counter with a soft thud. The room slled faintly of spices, coffee, and her perfu, sothing warm and floral that always lingered on her skin.
She ca in right after , opened the fridge, and handed a cold water bottle without a word. I twisted the cap off and drank deeply, feeling the cold rush down my throat while my eyes stayed on her.
Then she started unpacking the bags, taking out vegetables, placing tomatoes, onions, and greens on the chopping board. She moved naturally, like this was any normal afternoon: washing, sorting, humming softly under her breath.
But the way her sundress clung to her sweat-damp skin, the way her breasts swayed freely with every movent, the way her hips shifted when she reached for sothing high, it was all deliberate. She was putting on a show, and she knew I was watching every second.
"So... should I call your mom and tell her she has a grandson now?" she said casually, glancing at over her shoulder as she chopped carrots with slow, precise strokes of the knife.
"No," I said, putting the water bottle down on the table with a soft clink. "Why would you do that?"
She smiled, small and teasing. "Because the way you held that woman’s hand... you already looked like you’d be a good stepdad to her son."
"No, Aunt, she’s just a friend," I said firmly, shaking my head.
I really wasn’t ready to take on that kind of responsibility. I had my own life, my own harem of MILFs, and I liked it exactly that way.
"To , she looked more than just a friend," lanie said, smiling slyly as she glanced at while unpacking the groceries. She placed a few tomatoes on the chopping board, her knife moving in slow, rhythmic slices. "What were you doing anyway? You look so sweaty, and your clothes are a ss. Sa as that woman."
She looked up and down deliberately, eyes lingering on the damp spots on my pants, the faint dishevelnt of my hair, the unmistakable scent of sex that still clung to .
"Nothing," I replied casually, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed. "Just a etup."
But she knew damn well it was more than that. She could sll it on , the raw, unmistakable mix of Sofia’s pussy juices, milk, and my cum still lingering on my skin and clothes. lanie’s lips curved into a wicked little smirk, but she didn’t call out directly.
"You just can’t find a girlfriend your own age, huh?" she teased, resuming her chopping. She was referring to the last ti I’d been here, when she’d tried to lecture about how "unhealthy" it was for to be so sexually fixated on older won.
Then the next day, she’d ended up on my bed, moaning my na while I fucked her senseless. The hypocrisy was thick, delicious, and we both knew it.
"I an, I could, and I have, but I like my won the sa way I like my wine, aged, refined, and better with ti," I said.
lanie laughed. "God, I don’t know what goes on in you teenagers’ heads," she said, laughing at my words.
"Why did you ignore my calls when you were on the trip?" she asked, now getting to the real questions.
"I was really busy all day, traveling to the beach, then up to the mountains," I said, keeping my tone casual as I leaned against the kitchen counter. "It was a really fun trip."
lanie paused mid-chop, the knife hovering over a carrot. She turned her head just enough to glance at , her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.
"Yeah, I’m sure that was a fun trip," she said, her voice dripping with amusent. "I saw how many older won lived in your apartnt complex when I was last there. Of course you’d love a trip with them."
"Are you jealous?" I teased, my voice dropping lower as I watched her.
lanie didn’t even look at at first. She simply resud chopping the carrots, the knife tapping steadily against the cutting board as if my question hadn’t affected her at all.
"No," she said after a mont, her tone deliberately casual. "Why would I care about all those won?"
She paused just long enough to glance at from the corner of her eye, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
"They’re not even half as good as ."
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