What Do You Want to Happen?

Lola can't quit thinking about him. She knows it's wrong – he's her step-nephew, for fuck's sake – but the idea just won't leave her. Late at night Ethan stumbles out of his room half-asleep and find her waiting. He has no clue she's been day-dreaming about him, yet he sure thinks she's hot. He heads for the fridge; she trails behind, biding her time. She watches him pull the door open, then speaks up smooth as sin. “You’ve been keeping secrets from your favorite aunt,” she teases. She lets the robe fall open, revealing sheer black lace stretched tight over her body. Ethan’s jaw goes slack. Before he can answer she steps closer. “Good thing I’m not your real aunt, ’cause I’ve had a wet dream about riding this.” She grabs his crotch through his boxers and feels him twitch, already rock hard. Ethan stammers, but the bulge in his shorts says everything she needs to know. Lola drops to her knees right on the cold tile and peels his cock out, giving the fat head one teasing lick before she sucks him deep. Her tongue works the underside; spit drips down his balls. When his knees wobble she pulls off with a pop and leads him to the living-room couch. She yanks her thong aside and sinks onto him, pussy swallowing that thick nephew cock in one greedy glide. Ethan grabs her hips and fucks up into her, bottoming out so she gasps and grinds down hard. Her big tits bounce in his face; he sucks a nipple while she creams all over his shaft, the second orgasm already building fast. Lola spins around, arms braced on the cushions, begging for it from behind. Ethan pounds her like he means it, slapping her ass every time she begs for more. She cums twice before he pulls out, jerks his cock once, twice, and paints her pretty face with thick ropes. She laps at the mess, swallows what she can, and licks her lips like she just won the lottery.