I woke up the next morning with my silk robe tangled around my waist and my pussy still slick from last night's desperate fingering. My massive J-cup tits spilled out on both sides, heavy and soft, nipples stiff from the cool morning air. I stared at the ceiling for a long minute, fingers absently circling one fat nipple, and asked myself the same stupid question again.
*Why the hell does his indifference make me this wet?*
I shook it off, stood up, and picked the sluttiest outfit I could justify for "just staying home." A tiny white crop top — the kind that ended right under my breasts, leaving the entire heavy undercurve exposed — and micro shorts that were basically panties with a waistband. No bra. No panties underneath. My fat pussy lips were already puffy and sensitive; every step made the seam rub against my clit.
*Let's see how long the little nerd lasts today.*
Haruto was already at the dining table when I came down, textbooks spread out, pen moving like a machine. He looked up politely.
"Good morning, Aunt Meguri."
His eyes flicked to my face and stayed there. Not a single glance at the way my bare tits jiggled freely under the crop top, the lower half completely visible, soft pale flesh swaying with every breath.
I smiled sweetly and leaned over the table to pour his coffee, letting my heavy breasts hang right in front of his face. The crop top rode up higher. My nipples were hard little points, barely an inch from his nose. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.
"Morning, Haru-kun~ Sleep well? You were studying so late."
The position was obscene. My tits swung like two ripe melons, the soft undersides brushing the table. One wrong move and my left nipple would've dragged across his cheek.
He kept his eyes locked on his notebook. A tiny blush crept up his neck, but that was it.
"Yes, thank you. The coffee smells good."
I stayed there ten full seconds, waiting. Nothing. My pussy gave an angry throb and I felt a fresh trickle of wetness slide down my inner thigh.
*You've got to be kidding me.*
All day I turned the house into my personal seduction battlefield.
When he moved to the living room couch to study, I "cleaned" right in front of him. Bent over at the waist, ass up, tiny shorts riding so high my pussy lips were peeking out the sides. I made sure to wiggle my hips while dusting the coffee table, my massive tits hanging down and swinging heavily, nipples brushing the fabric of the couch cushions.
"Haru-kun, is the TV too loud? I can turn it off if it's distracting."
He didn't even look up. "It's fine, Aunt. Thank you."
Lunch was worse. I served him wearing an apron and nothing else underneath. When I bent to place the bowl in front of him, the apron gaped open completely. Both of my huge naked tits spilled out, nipples brushing the rim of his rice bowl. I pretended not to notice, letting them sway and jiggle while I spooned extra curry onto his plate.
"Eat up, you're a growing boy~"
I caught the tiniest flicker — his eyes dropped for half a second to my exposed breasts, pupils dilating — before he forced them back to his food.
My clit pulsed so hard I almost moaned out loud.
*There. Finally. He looked.*
My pride should've been satisfied. Instead my pussy clenched around nothing and I had to press my thighs together to stop from dripping on the floor.
Afternoon study session in his room. I brought him snacks and "accidentally" tripped right beside his chair. I caught myself by grabbing his shoulder, pressing my entire left breast against the side of his face. The soft, warm, heavy flesh completely smothered his cheek and ear. My hard nipple poked into his skin through the thin crop top.
"Oh no~ Sorry, Haru-kun! I'm so clumsy today."
I stayed like that for three long heartbeats, grinding my tit subtly against him, feeling how warm his face was. His breath hitched. I swear I felt his shoulder tremble.
But he just whispered, "It's okay, Aunt Meguri," and kept writing formulas like my massive tit wasn't literally resting on his face.
I pulled back slowly, my nipple dragging across his cheek and leaving a faint wet trail from my own leaking milk — wait, no, just sweat and desperation. My face was burning. My shorts were soaked through at the crotch.
By evening I was feral.
I changed into an even smaller "sports bra" that was two sizes too tight. It crushed my tits together and forced them to bulge obscenely out the top and sides, deep cleavage on full display, areolas peeking out the bottom. I sat right next to him on the couch under the excuse of "watching TV while you study."
Every few minutes I leaned over to point at something in his textbook, pressing my huge soft breasts against his arm, letting them squash and mold around his bicep. My nipples were so hard they ached.
"Haru-kun, you're so smart… I wish I had your focus."
He blushed darker this time. I could see the vein in his neck pulsing. His pen scratched faster. But still — no erection tenting his pants. No staring. No shaky voice. Nothing.
I was losing my mind.
At 10 PM I finally snapped.
I stood up, stretched dramatically, arms above my head so my crop top rode all the way up, both full breasts bouncing free for a full second before I "fixed" it. Then I walked past him one last time, hips swaying, and "dropped" a pen right between his feet.
I bent down slowly, ass toward him, legs straight, reaching between his knees. My shorts pulled so tight they disappeared between my ass cheeks. My fat pussy was clearly outlined, the fabric dark with my juices. My tits hung down like two pendulums, swinging heavily.
I took my sweet time picking up the pen.
When I stood back up and turned around, I caught it.
Just for a split second — Haruto's eyes were locked on my chest. Wide. Hungry. His lips parted. His hands clenched the edge of the table so hard his knuckles went white.
Then he ripped his gaze away and stared at his book like it had personally insulted him.
My pussy *gushed*.
I felt a hot rush of slick flood my shorts and start dripping down my thighs. My clit throbbed so violently I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
*He looked. Oh my god, he finally looked.*
I mumbled something about taking a shower and practically ran upstairs.
The second the bathroom door locked I tore my clothes off. My massive tits bounced free, heavy and aching. My shorts were drenched — a dark wet patch the size of my palm. I stepped into the shower and didn't even wait for the water to warm up.
One hand immediately slammed between my legs. Two fingers shoved straight into my dripping cunt. The other hand grabbed my left tit hard, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching and twisting the nipple until it hurt so good.
I fucked myself furiously, water cascading over my body, tits slapping wetly against my arm with every thrust of my fingers.
*Why does that one tiny glance make me this pathetic?*
*Is it just because I want his cock? Because I haven't been fucked properly in years?*
*Or is it because he's so pure… so serious… and the thought of breaking that focus is making me lose my mind?*
I added a third finger, curling them hard against my G-spot, thumb grinding my swollen clit.
*Do I just want to use him like I used all those guys in college?*
*Or do I… want him to look at me like that every day?*
*Fuck… I don't know. I don't fucking know.*
My legs started shaking. My massive tits bounced wildly as I finger-fucked myself like a whore, moaning his name under my breath.
"Haruto… you little virgin nerd… look at my tits… stare at them… touch them…"
The orgasm hit me like a truck. My pussy clenched around my fingers, squirting hard against the shower wall. My knees buckled. I had to lean against the tiles, tits pressed flat, nipples scraping the cold surface while I kept rubbing through the aftershocks.
Even after I came, the ache didn't go away.
Because I still didn't have an answer.
And tomorrow… tomorrow I was going to push even harder.
Because the way my body reacted when he finally stole that one glance?
It terrified me.
And I wanted more.