Aunty fukking

She always had that knowing glance a silent invitation that promised unspoken desires. It was inevitable really, the tension between them a thick, palpable thing. He knew it was wrong but the thought of his aunty’s embrace was irresistible. The moment she pulled him closer all pretense vanished. There was no turning back now, just the raw passion igniting. Every touch, every kiss, a step further into a realm of ecstasy he never imagined with his own aunty.