Ten minutes felt like ten hours.
I lay on my bed completely naked, silk robe tossed on the floor like the slut I was becoming again. My massive J-cup tits rested heavy on my chest, nipples stiff and tingling. My legs were spread wide, two fingers lazily pumping in and out of my dripping pussy while I waited. The house was dead silent except for the faint creak of the stairs.
He was coming.
My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my clit.
*This is just sex,* I told myself, curling my fingers deeper. *Just a bored housewife using a young virgin cock to fill the emptiness. Nothing more. Right?*
But the way he'd looked at me earlier — that pure, adoring love in his eyes when he came in his pants — kept flashing behind my eyelids.
I didn't have time to overthink it.
The door to my bedroom opened slowly.
Haruto stood there in the dim hallway light, still in his cum-soaked pants, face flushed crimson, glasses slightly fogged. His hands were shaking at his sides.
"A-Aunt Meguri… you… you really meant it?"
I smiled like a predator and beckoned him with one wet finger.
"Close the door, Haru-kun. Lock it."
He obeyed instantly, the click echoing like a starting gun.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, letting my huge naked tits bounce and settle heavily. My pussy was glistening, lips puffy and open, a thin string of arousal stretching down to the sheets.
"Come here, baby."
He stepped forward like he was in a trance. I reached out, grabbed the waistband of his pants, and yanked them down along with his boxers in one motion.
And holy fucking shit.
His cock sprang free like a goddamn baseball bat.
It was stupidly huge. Easily nine inches, thick as my wrist, veins bulging all over the shaft, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum. His balls were heavy and full, hanging low. The poor virgin thing twitched violently in the air, pointing straight at my face.
My mouth watered instantly. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came just from looking at it.
"Oh my god, Haruto…" I breathed, wrapping both hands around the base. My fingers didn't even meet. "You've been hiding *this* monster the whole time? While I was shoving my fat tits in your face every day?"
He whimpered, hips jerking. "A-Auntie… I'm sorry… I tried not to… but you're so beautiful…"
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up the entire underside of his cock, from balls to tip, tasting the salty precum. Then I slapped the heavy shaft against my cheek — once, twice — letting the wet *thwack* sound fill the room.
"Such a good boy for holding back this long," I purred. "But tonight Auntie's going to break you properly."
I opened wide and took the fat head into my mouth.
The moment my lips sealed around him, Haruto's knees buckled. I had to hold his hips steady as I sank down, stretching my throat, choking myself on his massive length until my nose pressed against his pubic bone. My throat bulged visibly. Spit instantly poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping in thick ropes onto my massive tits.
"Gllk… hnnngh…" I gagged wetly, eyes watering, but I didn't pull back. I bobbed my head like the Yariman I used to be — sloppy, noisy, filthy. Gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoed as I deepthroated him over and over, spit bubbling everywhere.
My hands worked the base, twisting and stroking what I couldn't swallow, while my heavy tits slapped against his thighs with every downward plunge.
Haruto was moaning like he was dying. "Aunt Meguri… oh god… your mouth… it's too good… I'm gonna—"
I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. I looked up at him with mascara running and grinned like a whore.
"Not yet, baby. Auntie wants these huge tits first."
I pushed my massive breasts together, creating the deepest, softest cleavage imaginable, and guided his slick, spit-shining cock right between them. The head poked out the top, right in front of my face. I spat a thick glob of saliva right onto it, then started sliding my tits up and down his shaft.
The sight was obscene — my huge soft tits completely engulfing his virgin cock, the fat head disappearing and reappearing between them with every stroke. I leaned down and licked the tip every time it popped out, sucking on it greedily.
"Fuck my tits, Haru-kun," I moaned, voice husky. "Use your auntie's fat slutty tits like a toy. Come on… harder…"
He finally snapped.
His hands came up — shy at first — then grabbed two handfuls of my soft breast flesh and started thrusting. The wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of his cock sliding between my spit-lubed tits filled the room. My nipples dragged against his shaft with every stroke. I stuck my tongue out, letting him slap the head against it.
I could feel his balls tightening. His thighs were shaking.
"Gonna cum… Aunt Meguri… I'm gonna cum all over your face—"
"Do it," I begged, voice cracking with need. "Paint your auntie's pretty face. Cover my huge tits. Give me every drop, you sweet virgin boy—"
He cried out.
The first rope shot so hard it hit my forehead and splattered into my hair. The second painted my left eye. Then thick, heavy spurts kept coming — across my nose, my lips, my tongue, dripping down my chin and cascading onto my massive tits in sticky white rivers. I kept milking him with my breasts, squeezing every last pulse out until his cock was twitching and spent between my cum-drenched cleavage.
I was a mess. Face glazed. Tits absolutely painted. Cum dripping off my nipples in thick strands.
And I had never been wetter in my life.
Haruto was panting, tears of overwhelming pleasure in his eyes. He looked down at me — covered in his seed — and whispered in the most broken, sincere voice I'd ever heard:
"Aunt Meguri… I… I've been in love with you since the day I got here. Not just… not just this. I love *you*. The real you. Even when you were teasing me… even when I tried to study… I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know it's wrong… but I love you so much it hurts."
The words hit me like a slap.
My chest tightened. My pussy throbbed painfully. My mind started screaming.
*Love?*
*He loves me?*
*This pure, poor, hardworking boy… actually fell in love with me?*
*While I was just trying to get my pussy filled?*
*While I was using him to chase away the emptiness?*
*Is this what I wanted? His love? Or just his cock?*
*Do I love him back? Or am I still just the same old slut who needs attention?*
*I don't know.*
*I don't fucking know.*
I sat there covered in his cum, staring up at his innocent, adoring face… and for the first time in my life, the old Yariman inside me felt something close to fear.
Because the damage was already starting.
And I still couldn't tell if I wanted to stop it…
…or beg him to ruin me even more.