The clock on my nightstand glowed 12:47 AM.
I couldn't sleep.
My body was on fire.
I'd already cum twice since I went to bed — once with just my fingers, once with the thick handle of my hairbrush shoved deep inside me — but it wasn't enough. My massive J-cup tits felt heavy and swollen, nipples aching like they'd been sucked for hours. My pussy was a sloppy, dripping mess. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Haruto's face from earlier that evening — that single, hungry glance he'd stolen at my hanging breasts when I bent over.
And then the way he'd ripped his eyes away like he was ashamed of himself.
That look… it was doing things to me I couldn't explain.
I rolled onto my back, silk robe completely open, legs spread wide. The cool air kissed my soaked folds as I slid three fingers back into my greedy cunt. I was so wet the obscene squelching sound filled the quiet room.
"Fuck… Haruto…" I whispered, pumping slowly, curling my fingers against that spot that made my toes curl. My other hand grabbed one heavy tit, squeezing hard, milk-white flesh spilling between my fingers. I pinched my nipple and tugged, imagining it was his mouth.
*Why him?*
*Why does the thought of that serious little virgin make me this pathetic?*
*Is it just his huge cock I haven't even seen yet? Or is it the way he tries so hard not to look… like he actually respects me?*
I didn't know. And not knowing was driving me insane.
I fucked myself faster, hips lifting off the bed, tits bouncing heavily with every thrust of my fingers. My clit was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat in it. Another orgasm was close — but I knew it would feel empty again.
I needed more.
I needed *him*.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I slipped out of bed, robe hanging open like a whore's invitation, my massive naked tits swaying with every step. I didn't even bother closing it. My pussy was literally dripping down my inner thighs as I padded downstairs.
The living room light was still on.
Of course it was.
Haruto was still studying, hunched over his books at the coffee table, glasses slightly crooked, pen moving steadily. The poor boy looked exhausted but determined. His cheap white t-shirt clung to his skinny frame. He hadn't even changed for bed.
I stood in the doorway for a long moment, heart hammering, watching him. Then I spoke in my softest, neediest voice.
"Haru-kun… I'm so sorry to bother you this late, but… I can't reach the spare blanket on the top shelf in the storage closet. Could you help your auntie real quick?"
He looked up immediately, polite as always. "Of course, Aunt Meguri."
He stood up and followed me to the small storage closet at the end of the hallway. I made sure to walk ahead of him, robe swaying open with every step, giving him full view of my bare ass and the way my heavy tits jiggled from behind.
Inside the cramped closet I "struggled" to reach the top shelf, stretching up on my tiptoes, back arched deeply. The robe fell completely open now. Both of my massive naked breasts were fully exposed, hanging heavy and full, nipples rock-hard and pointing straight out. My ass pushed back toward him, pussy lips glistening with my juices.
"Ugh… it's just… too high…" I whimpered, deliberately pressing my body backward until my soft, warm tits squashed right against his chest.
He froze.
I felt it instantly — the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants pressing against my lower back. Holy fuck. It was huge. Way bigger than I expected from such a skinny nerd. Thick, hard, and burning hot even through his clothes.
My pussy clenched so hard I almost came on the spot.
"Haru-kun…" I breathed, voice dripping with fake innocence as I slowly ground my ass back against that monster cock. "You're… really hard right now, aren't you?"
He made a choked sound. "A-Aunt Meguri… I-I'm sorry, I—"
I turned around slowly, robe hanging off my shoulders like a fallen curtain. My massive tits were right in his face now — inches away. I could see his eyes widen behind his glasses, pupils blown wide as he stared at my fat pink nipples.
I reached down and palmed his bulge through his pants. God, it was even thicker than I thought. My fingers barely wrapped halfway around it.
"Shhh… it's okay, baby," I whispered, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and the way it twitched under my touch. "Auntie's been teasing you so much… I know it's not your fault. You're just a healthy young man with a huge cock…"
I squeezed gently. He gasped.
His hands clenched at his sides like he was fighting not to touch me.
I leaned in closer, pressing my heavy left breast against his cheek, letting the soft flesh mold around his face. My hard nipple dragged across his lips.
"Feel how soft they are?" I murmured right against his ear, still stroking his massive bulge. "You can look, Haru-kun. You've been so good… staring at your books while Auntie's fat tits were bouncing in your face every day. But I saw you looking earlier… I know you want them."
His breath was hot and shaky against my skin. His cock throbbed violently in my hand.
I started stroking faster, squeezing the thick head through the fabric. "It's okay… cum for me. Cum in your pants like the desperate virgin you are. Auntie wants to feel it."
He lasted maybe twenty more seconds.
Then his whole body jerked. A broken whimper tore out of his throat as he came — hard. I felt every pulse, every thick spurt soaking through his pants and into my palm. His hips twitched helplessly against my hand while he stared up at me with those wide, innocent eyes.
And in those eyes… I saw it.
Not just lust.
Pure, raw, heartbreaking love.
Like I was the only woman in the world. Like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment. Like he didn't just want to fuck me — he wanted *me*.
My stomach twisted.
My pussy gushed fresh slick down my thighs.
I kept stroking him through the aftershocks, milking every last drop while my mind spun in chaotic circles.
*Oh god…*
*Is this what I wanted? Just to make him cum? Just to break his focus?*
*Or… do I want him to look at me like that every single night?*
*Do I want his love?*
*Or am I still just a filthy Yariman who needs a young cock to fill the emptiness?*
*I don't know.*
*I don't fucking know anymore.*
Haruto was panting, face flushed, glasses fogged, still staring at me like I hung the stars. A wet patch the size of my hand soaked the front of his pants.
I slowly pulled my hand away, brought my cum-covered fingers to my lips, and licked them clean while looking straight into his eyes.
"Mmm… good boy."
Then I whispered the words that would change everything:
"Come to my room in ten minutes, Haru-kun."
"I'm not done with you yet."
I turned and walked away, robe open, massive tits bouncing, pussy dripping, mind completely fractured.
Because for the first time… I wasn't sure if I was seducing him.
Or if I was falling.