Noah was twenty-two. Tall, fit, and always a little restless. Five years ago his younger uncle, Daniel, had gotten married. Daniel was only a few years older than Noah’s father, and his wife Sophia had always been the kind of woman who turned heads without trying.
When Uncle Daniel and Aunt Sophia came to stay for a week, Noah realized just how dangerous that attraction had become.
Sophia was thirty-one, but her body looked like it belonged in every dirty fantasy Noah had ever had. Full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore. A narrow waist that flared into a wide, round ass that moved with every step. Smooth skin, long legs, and a face that mixed innocence with pure seduction. She dressed casually at home—soft tops, short shorts, thin dresses—but on her it looked filthy.
From the first day Noah couldn’t stop staring. He found reasons to talk to her, to sit near her, to “accidentally” brush against her. Once, while helping her reach something on a high shelf, his chest pressed against her back and his hand “slipped” onto the side of her breast. Another time, when she bent to pick something up, his palm landed firmly on her ass and stayed there a second too long. Sophia would glance at him, half-scolding, half-amused, but she never pulled away hard enough to stop him.
On the third day of their visit, the whole family decided to go shopping. Uncle Daniel, Noah’s parents, and the others left for the mall. They would be gone at least three or four hours. Sophia claimed she had a slight headache and wanted to rest. Noah said he had college work to finish. The house fell quiet the moment the front door closed.
Sophia went into the kitchen wearing a thin, soft cotton dress that clung to her curves. No bra. The outline of her heavy breasts and dark nipples was clear through the fabric. She stood at the sink washing dishes, hips swaying slightly as she worked.
Noah came up behind her without a sound.
His hands suddenly gripped her waist hard. Sophia gasped and froze.
“Noah—what are you”
He pressed his body fully against her back. She could feel the thick, hard shape of his cock through his jeans, grinding against the soft curve of her ass. His hands slid up and roughly cupped both of her breasts over the dress, squeezing them hard, thumbs rubbing across her nipples until they stiffened.
“You’ve been driving me crazy since you got here,” he growled against her ear. “These tits… this ass… I can’t take it anymore.”
Sophia tried to twist away, but his grip was strong. He pulled the neckline of her dress down in one harsh motion, freeing both heavy breasts. They spilled out, full and soft, nipples already tight. Noah’s hands immediately attacked them—squeezing, lifting, pinching the nipples roughly while he kept grinding his cock against her ass.
“Noah, stop—someone could come back”
He ignored her. One hand stayed on her breast while the other yanked her dress up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bare ass, spreading the cheeks, then he shoved his still-clothed cock into the warm cleft and rubbed hard.
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