I didn't say anything back to his confession.
I couldn't.
The words "I love you" were still hanging in the air like smoke, and my brain was already short-circuiting. So I just grabbed his hand, pulled him toward the bed, and pushed him down on his back.
*Sex. Just sex. That's all this is. That's all I need. Right?*
My hands were shaking as I ripped open the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. I tore the wrapper with my teeth, rolled it down his stupidly huge cock — still rock-hard even after painting my face and tits — and climbed on top of him like a woman possessed.
"Shut up and let Auntie ride you," I whispered, voice hoarse.
I lined up the fat head with my dripping entrance and sank down in one slow, greedy drop.
The stretch was insane. My pussy lips flared around his thickness, walls fluttering and clenching as inch after inch disappeared inside me. I bottomed out with a broken moan, his cock kissing my cervix so deep I saw stars.
*Oh fuck… oh fuck… this is what I wanted… right? Just cock. Just this feeling. Nothing else.*
I started moving immediately — no warmup, no gentle rocking. I planted my hands on his chest and slammed my hips down hard, riding him like I was trying to punish both of us. My massive J-cup tits bounced violently, slapping loudly against my ribs and his face with every brutal drop.
"Haru-kun… your cock… it's splitting Auntie open…" I gasped, grinding my clit against his base every time I bottomed out.
He looked up at me with those same loving eyes, hands gently holding my waist like I was precious. "Aunt Meguri… you feel… so perfect… I love you… I love you so much…"
Every time he said it my brain fractured a little more.
*Love? Love?! What the fuck is love? Is this love? Or is it just my pussy getting stretched by a virgin monster cock for the first time in years?*
I couldn't think straight. The thoughts were too loud, too fast, overlapping, screaming over each other. So I fucked him harder. Faster. Slamming down so hard the bed creaked and my tits flew everywhere. I grabbed two handfuls of my own heavy breasts and shoved them into his face, smothering him while I rode like a whore.
"Suck them… bite them… shut up and suck Auntie's fat tits!"
He obeyed instantly, gentle and reverent, lips wrapping around one stiff nipple, tongue swirling softly while his hands caressed my bouncing ass. So loving. So careful. It made everything worse.
*Why is he so gentle? Why does that make my chest hurt? Is this what I wanted? Peace? Attention? Or do I actually… no. No. Stop. Just cum. Just cum and it'll make sense.*
I came the first time like that — tits in his mouth, pussy clamping down around his condom-covered cock, squirting messily around the base. My vision whited out. I screamed his name. But the second the orgasm faded the questions came back louder.
*Still don't know. Still don't fucking know.*
So I kept going. Didn't even let him breathe. I spun around into reverse cowgirl, ass facing him, and started bouncing again. The wet *plap-plap-plap* of my soaked pussy swallowing his cock filled the room. My huge tits swung wildly underneath me, slapping my thighs. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks so he could watch every inch disappear.
"Watch it, Haru-kun… watch Auntie's slutty pussy eat your huge cock… this is all you get… this is all I am…"
He moaned my name like a prayer. "Meguri… you're so beautiful… I love you…"
Another orgasm ripped through me. My thighs shook. Tears pricked my eyes but I blinked them away.
*Why does hearing that make me want to cry? Is it love? Is it guilt? Is it just the emptiness finally getting filled? I don't know I don't know I don't—*
I couldn't stop. I flipped us over, wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him to fuck me missionary. He did — slow, deep, loving strokes while staring into my eyes like I was his whole world. Every thrust pushed another broken thought out of my head for half a second.
I came a third time, nails digging into his back, sobbing his name.
Still no answers.
Only more questions.
After the fourth round I was shaking, covered in sweat, pussy raw and puffy, but I dragged him to the shower anyway. I needed more. I needed the noise in my head to stop.
Hot water cascaded over us. I pushed him against the tiles, climbed on again, and sank back down onto his cock. My massive tits pressed tight against his chest as I started riding slow and deep in the steam.
*Just keep fucking. Just keep feeling. The answer is in the pleasure. It has to be.*
His arms wrapped around me gently, holding me close while he thrust up into me. So tender. So full of love.
That's when the tears came.
Silent. Hot. Pouring down my face and mixing with the shower water.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder, biting my lip hard so no sound escaped. My shoulders shook with quiet sobs while my hips kept rolling, pussy still greedily milking his cock. Tears streamed down his skin and he didn't notice — he was too lost in the feeling, moaning softly, whispering "I love you" between thrusts like it was the only truth in the world.
*Why am I crying?*
*Because he loves me?*
*Because I don't know if I love him back?*
*Because I just wanted peace of mind and now I'm destroying a pure boy?*
*Or because this feels too good and too wrong at the same time?*
I didn't know. The thoughts were a screaming mess. So I cried harder into his shoulder — completely silent — while I rode him through another shattering orgasm, my pussy fluttering and squirting around him again.
He never felt the tears.
He just held me tighter and came inside the condom with a broken groan, filling it so full I could feel the heat even through the latex.
We stayed like that under the water for a long time — my face hidden in his neck, tears still falling, mind completely broken.
I still didn't have any answers.
And the scariest part?
The more I fucked him… the louder the questions got.