The room smelled like pure sex — thick, musky, filthy. My pussy was still leaking Haruto's cum in slow, sticky rivers down my thighs when he suddenly froze beneath me.
"A-Aunt Meguri… wait… we have to stop."
His voice cracked. His hands — those gentle, loving hands — pushed weakly at my hips. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, panic flashing through the love.
"I… I came inside you so many times already. What if… what if you get pregnant? This is wrong. We're family. I should… I should go back to my room."
He tried to slide out.
He actually tried to pull his still-hard cock out of my overflowing cunt.
That was the moment the old Yariman inside me took complete control.
*Oh no you don't, baby boy.*
I slammed my hips down, forcing every thick inch back inside me until my ass was flush against his balls. Then I locked my legs around his waist like steel cables — ankles crossed tight behind his back, thighs squeezing so hard his ribs creaked.
"Don't. You. Dare," I growled, voice low and dangerous, pressing my massive J-cup tits flat against his chest. My arms snaked around his neck, fingers digging into his hair, trapping his face right between my soft, heavy breasts. "You're not going anywhere tonight, Haru-kun. Auntie's not finished with you."
He whimpered, hips twitching helplessly. "B-But… Meguri… please… I'm scared…"
I started grinding. Slow. Deep. Cruel.
My cum-stuffed pussy squelched obscenely around his raw cock, pushing thick white globs of his previous loads out around the base every time I rolled my hips. The wet, sticky sounds were disgusting. Perfect.
"Shhh… just feel how full I am," I whispered hotly against his ear, still grinding in tight circles. "Feel how your own cum is sloshing inside your auntie's womb. You did this. You filled me like a breeding toy. Now you're going to keep filling me until I say stop."
I clenched my pussy hard around him — milking, sucking, rippling along every vein.
He moaned like he was dying.
And the war in my head exploded again.
*I just wanted peace of mind… right?*
*Just a warm body to make the emptiness go away.*
*So why does his panic make my heart hurt?*
*Why does his love make me want to cry and fuck him harder at the same time?*
*I don't know I don't know I can't fucking think—*
I slammed down harder, forcing another thick spurt of his earlier cum to gush out and soak his balls. My belly already looked slightly swollen — a soft, cum-bloated curve that jiggled every time I moved.
"Look at my tummy, baby," I panted, grabbing his hand and pressing it against the bulge. "That's all you. All your thick virgin seed swimming inside me. Doesn't it feel good knowing you're breeding your own aunt?"
He tried one last time to pull away — a desperate little buck of his hips — but I locked my legs even tighter, crossed my ankles harder, and used my arms to crush his face deeper into my tits until he couldn't move an inch.
"You're staying right here," I hissed, voice cracking with something that wasn't just lust. "Deep. Inside. Me. All. Night."
Then I started riding for real.
I fucked him like a woman possessed — bouncing, grinding, rolling my hips in filthy circles. My massive tits slapped his face over and over. Cum frothed and bubbled out of my stretched pussy with every downstroke, coating his cock and balls in a white, sticky mess. I reached down between us, scooped up a thick glob of his seed that had leaked out, and shoved my fingers into my own mouth, sucking loudly while staring into his terrified, loving eyes.
"Mmm… tastes like you, Haru-kun… so thick… so much…"
Another orgasm ripped through me. My walls clamped down like a fist and I squirted hard around his cock, mixing my juices with his cum until it sprayed everywhere.
He cried out and exploded again — the fourth load of the night — pumping even more hot seed straight against my cervix. I felt my belly swell a little more. The pressure was obscene. Delicious. Wrong.
*Why does his love feel so good?*
*I only wanted peace… I only wanted to feel wanted…*
*Then why am I crying inside while I'm milking him dry?*
I didn't let him rest. The second he finished I flipped us over, keeping my legs locked around him so his cock never left my cunt for even one second. Now he was on top, but I was still in control — heels digging into his ass, forcing him deeper with every thrust.
"Fuck me," I begged, tears silently slipping from the corners of my eyes even as I moaned like a whore. "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out. Fill me again. Breed your auntie. Please…"
He broke.
He started thrusting like an animal — deep, powerful strokes that made my cum-bloated belly jiggle and slosh. Every thrust pushed more of his seed out, only for him to slam it right back in. My massive tits bounced wildly. I kept scooping the overflowing cum from between my legs and licking it off my fingers while sobbing silently into his shoulder.
He never noticed the tears.
He just kept whispering "I love you" between grunts, over and over, like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
We stayed like that for hours.
Position after position — me on top, him on top, me riding reverse while still keeping my legs locked so he couldn't escape, me sitting on his cock facing away so he could watch my ass bounce while cum poured out around his shaft.
By 4 AM my pussy was a gaping, ruined, cum-flooded mess. My belly looked three months pregnant from how much he'd pumped into me. Thick ropes of his seed covered my tits, my face, my thighs. I'd eaten so much of it I could taste him on every breath.
And still I wouldn't let him pull out.
Not even when he begged.
Not even when he was shaking and oversensitive and crying from overstimulation.
I just kept my legs locked, my arms around his neck, and whispered:
"Stay inside me, Haru-kun… just a little longer…"
*Because if you pull out… I'm terrified of what I'll feel.*
*Because the only time the questions stop… is when you're buried deep inside me.*
*Because I still don't know if this is love.*
*Or if I'm just a broken slut destroying the only person who ever truly loved me.*