My Secret Life with Aunt Maggie

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.