"Aunt… your boobs have gotten bigger than before," I said, still squeezing the heavy, soft weight of her breast in my hand. The thick flesh spilled over my fingers, warm and full.
"Ahhh… yeah, Alex… I squeeze them all night thinking about you," Aunt Melanie moaned, her voice low and shameless.
I pressed my hips forward so the hard bulge under my towel pushed firmly against her body.
"Yeah? Do you finger yourself thinking about my cock?" I asked, grinding the thick outline against her soft stomach.
Melanie's eyes fluttered half-shut from the contact.
"I do… but it's not enough, Alex. I can't cum from just my fingers," she moaned openly, confessing how much she missed her nephew's cock and how her own hand could never satisfy the deep need she felt.
The way my aunt was moaning so freely made my cock harden all over again. Aria had just finished cleaning it thoroughly in the shower, and now I could already feel fresh precum leaking into the towel wrapped around my waist.
