When they got home, the place was a mess.
Terrence told her to forget about it and get some rest first in her room while he handled a few things
First, he needed to make sure his crypto accounts were still safe.
Once that was done, he lay down on his bed.
His eyes grew heavy, and sleep slowly pulled him under.
But just as he drifted off, something pressed against him.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman sitting on his waist.
She wore a black nightgown that was almost see-through.
He could feel the warmth of her legs against him, and his clothes started to get wet for some reason.
"Aunt Effie…" he muttered, though technically, she wasn't really his aunt.
"Terrence… I can't sleep," she whispered.
He swallowed hard, struggling to stay composed.
'Mind over body'
Three deep breaths to clear his mind, like a mini-meditation. It didn't work at all.
There was no hiding the bulge in his pants.
She didn't mind though. In fact, she sat on it, making him groan.
"Did you try listening to music? I heard it helps," he tried to change the subject, though the awkwardness in his voice gave him away.
"I tried. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face… "
"I'm scared he might come after me," Her fingers dug into his shirt. "I don't want to remember. I just want to forget. Please…"
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to force yourself. Let's take this slow ."
Effie shook her head. "No… it's not just about him." Her voice cracked, but she kept going. "I want you."
Terrence was at a loss for words. He knew she liked him, but seeing her throw herself at him like this was too much.
"I don't care if you won't date me. I don't need promises or anything romantic. I don't need commitment "
Her hands rested on his chest, light at first, but then she pressed harder. "I just… I want to be useful to you."
That last part landed heavier than anything else.
Not loved. Not wanted. Just… useful.
She was saying he could do what he wanted.
He reached up, cupping her face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears he didn't noticed until now.
"Aunt Effie," he whispered. "are you sure about this?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure,"
With that, he finally gave in, his hands moving from her face to her hips, pulling her closer.
He could feel the heat of her body against his, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily.
Leaning up, he pressed his lips gently against hers, a soft, kiss that deepened as she responded.
He could still taste the mint from her freshly brushed teeth.
The room grew warmer, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync.
Terrence's hands explored her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown, feeling her curves.
"Terrence… I really love you," she whispered between their kisses.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he focused on pleasing her—tracing soft kisses along her neck.
Her head tilted back, exposing more of her neck to him, and he took full advantage, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin.
Effie's hands roamed his back, her nails digging in, urging him on, telling him without words that she wanted more.
His hands found the hem of her nightgown, and he slowly pushed it up, his fingers brushing against her thighs, her hips, her stomach, feeling her skin.
She lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to pull the nightgown off completely, leaving her completely naked.
"You can do whatever you want with me," she gasped, her eyes locked onto his, filled with trust and longing.
"My body is yours. Use me however you please."
He took a moment to admire her, then gently cupped her tits with both hands.
She looked stunning, and he took his time studying every detail.
"You're so beautiful, Aunt Effie," he murmured, his voice a low growl of appreciation. "Your body is too fucking sexy."
Leaning down, his mouth got one of her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
She let out a scream of pleasure, her back arching off, her hands fisting in his hair.
"Terrence!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "I feel really good. Please keep going!"
He continued to nibble and suck, his hand kneading her other tits, fingers rolling her nipple, matching the attention he was giving with his mouth.
Terrence's body was on fire "Fuck, you taste so good, Aunt Effie,"
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Authors Note:
Although she is technically not his aunt, I didn't remove the title because it was more like a habit for him. Plus, it's way hotter when I include it. Do you agree?