WEEKEND WITH AUNT VANESSA (MILF SECRET)💦🍑💦

Liam’s POV

I have always known Aunt Vanessa was dangerous, from the way she looked at me from across the room, the way she patted my head like a baby, the way she sat each time she was in front of me, crossing her legs and exposing some flesh.

She has been my mom’s best friend since college. I've seen a lot of their photos. She looked hot in all of them. Even in her mid-forties, she still maintained her great shape, sexy yoga-toned body, long auburn hair that falls in loose waves down her back, and hazel eyes that seem to notice every move I make. She was way hot.

For every summer we came over for barbecue, every holiday dinner, she would hug me, pressing her tits against my chest. Her perfume,something expensive and sensual, lingering in my nose for hours. So tempting. I will tell myself it's nothing. Yet I still jerked off with the thought of her in my mind.

Until this weekend.

My mom was away on a work trip. Aunt Vanessa offered to “check on the house.” To my surprise,

That is: she let herself in with the spare key, showed up Friday night in a thin white sundress that clung to every curve, carrying a bottle of wine and a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing, like she had been waiting for this day.

I was in the kitchen tossing some eggs when she walked in. She wasn't putting on any shoes, her dress riding up her thighs as she set the bottle on the counter, and I looked away. The air smelled like her already, vanilla, and that sensual spice that made my pulse kick. I reminded myself I had a girlfriend. But Truth be told, Aunt Vanessa was way hotter than her. Aunt V had fuller boobs, slender waist, and huge apple ass.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, voice low. She winked at me “Miss me?”

My mouth went dry. *Say something normal.* “Hey, Aunt V. Uh… wine?” What was she doing to me.

She laughed softly, coming close enough so I could see the faint lace outline of her bra beneath the dress. “I thought we could catch up. Just us.” She touched her boobs giving me a sexy look.

*She’s your mom’s best friend. Twenty years older. Off-limits.* My brain fought against my mind.

But my cock didn’t care about limits. It was already hard against my jeans. Not bad if I gave it a shot.

We drank on the living room couch. One glass turned into three, to four. She kept pouring me drinks, I became legal 3 years ago, I drank as much alcohol as my body could carry.

She folded her legs under her, which made her dress slip higher, revealing smooth, tanned thighs and a little bit of black lace panties. Every time she leaned forward to refill my glass, her breasts pressed against the thin fabric, nipples hard and obvious.

*She’s doing this on purpose. She knows I’m looking.* I told myself but I couldn't stop staring.

She placed her glass on the center table and turned toward me, one hand resting on my thigh, moving high enough that her fingers brushed the seam of my jeans.

“You’ve grown up so much,” she murmured, eyes dropping to my lap, then back up to my lips, then my face. “I bet girls your age don’t know what to do with all that… energy.” She said looking at the bulge in my jeans. I didn't even notice I was so hard and obvious.

*Touch her. Don’t touch her. Fuck.* I couldn't resist this temptation.

“So how many girls have you fucked.” The words came out raw.

I gasped “Aunt V, girls? It's just one girl. My girlfriend.”

She chuckled, her thumb traced slow circles on my thigh. “Tell me, baby… do you ever think about me when you’re alone? When you’re stroking that big, hard cock?”

I gave in, unable to resist anymore. I groaned before I could stop myself.

She smiled, wicked and slow. “I thought so. You think I do see the way you look at my tits when you think no one is watching. The way your eyes follow my ass when I walk away.”

Her hand rose higher, cupping the bulge in my jeans. I growl at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.

“Jesus, Vanessa you…”

“Shh…relax, let me show you what a real woman feels like.” She squeezed my dick gently, her thumb tracing the head through denim. “You’re so thick already. I’ve wondered how you’d feel in my hand… in my mouth… stretching my pussy.”

*This is really happening. Yes. Yes. Yes* I felt excitement within me. The scent of her cunt mixed with her perfume now, sweet. I could see the damp spot forming on her panties.

She stared deeply into my eyes. “I want to be your dirty little secret. I want you to fuck your mom’s best friend until I’m screaming your name.”

I lost it.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, her dress riding up as she straddled me. She was soaked, jezz. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the lace as she ground against my cock.

“Tell me you want it,” she whispered, rolling her hips slowly and filthy. “Tell me you want to pound my sweet pussy.”

“I want to fuck you so bad,” I replied, my hands sliding under her dress to feel her ass. Her skin was silk-smooth, warm, the lace thong barely there. “I’ve jerked off thinking about you for years. About bending you over, spreading your sexy legs open, making you beg for my dick.”

She moaned, loud and shameless, grinding harder. “What are you waiting for? Take what you’ve wanted. Use me like the filthy slut I am for you.”

I flipped her onto her back on the couch, her dress pushed up to her waist. Her panties were black lace, soaked. I dragged them down her legs slowly, watching her pussy come into view, pink, wet, perfectly waxed. I love clean waxed pussy.

The scent hit me: pure sex. Fuck, I buried my face between her thighs without warning.

She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck…yes lick my pussy, baby. Taste how wet I am for you.”

She tasted like sin, salty,sweet, addictive. I licked her from the entrance to clit, slow and deliberate, then sucked her swollen lips into my mouth. Her hips rose, thighs shaking around my head.

“Right there…..don’t stoppp make me cum on your face.”

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, pumping fast while I sucked harder. She was tight, too tight for her age and dripping. She came with a sharp cry, her back rising from the couch, flooding my mouth with her juices as her body shook.

Before she could catch her breath, I stood and stripped. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, pre-cum was already out, prepared for the moment.

Her eyes went hungry. “God, look at you. Liam, you're so big. How can you have this and fuck just one bitch. I want you in my throat.”

She knelt in front of me, hands wrapping around my dick, stroking slow and firm. Then she took me deep down her throat at first. Damnnn. She was good, tongue curling around the head. I groaned, held her head behind my hands. “Fuck your mouth…take it all.”

She did, swallowing my full length gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat, saliva mixed with my pre cum spilling down her chin, eyes watering but never breaking contact.

I pulled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and stood behind her. I slapped her ass.

“Beg for it,” I commanded.

“Please,” she whimpered, shaking her apple ass. “Please fuck me. Fill me up. Make me cream on your thick cock.”

I shoved in, till my cock was fully in her. Shit. We both moaned. She was impossibly tight, hot, creaming gripping me inside her like my cock was made for her pussy..

I started going in slow, then harder, faster, the sound of my thighs hitting her ass filling the room.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Fuck me like you hate me. Like you’ve wanted this forever.”

I pounded into her, watching her ass shake with every thrust, her pussy creaming down my dick.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I said between clench teath. “This cunt was made for my cock.”

“Yes, oh yes…only yours baby.”

I bent and rubbed her clit, feeling her tighten on my cock.

“Cum for me again,” I ordered. “Milk my cock.”

She cummed a second time, screaming my name, her pussy walls around me.

I was next, I pulling out at the last moment. “Swallow.” She obeyed sucking on my dick like a lollipop.

We fell on the couch together, panting, her ass till against me soft.

She turned her head, the movement caused her ass to press against by cock “Careful, so you don't go a second round right now.” I teased.

“Your mom comes back Sunday,” she whispered, voice husky. “We have two more nights.”

I pulled her closer, already hard again.

“Then we’re not sleeping.”

We didn’t sleep that night. Not really.