Alex dropped onto a quiet campus bench under the late-afternoon shade of an oak tree, unwrapping his sandwich with mechanical movements.
The bread felt dry in his mouth as he forced down slow bites, eyes locked on Janeth's email glowing on his phone screen.
Alice's face filled the photo, locked in raw ecstasy mid-doggy behind the restroom building, skirt bunched around her waist, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
The video thumbnail beside it showed her on her knees, cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back as his cock stuffed her mouth.
Cold sweat prickled along his hairline and down his spine; his cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants, the memory of Janeth's hand rubbing him in her office still burning under his skin, eyes darkening to feral red slits, every muscle coiled with the vibe that he'd ruin any pussy on sight.
Liza's voice chimed casually in his head, light but edged with calculation. 'Take it easy, handsome. She's giving us a full week before any leak nonsense—that's plenty for me to rebuild my powers and amp my magic. But to speed things up? Fuck your girls nonstop. The more you rail them, the stronger I get from the energy'
He nodded subtly, crumpling the sandwich wrapper in his fist, lust banked but raging beneath his calm exterior.
Maybe he needed just a day off to relax a bit and calm down. His body was on fire, about to start daydreaming of pounding Mary's and Ash's pussies again, but he recalled his mom asking him to drop by to see his auntie.
He pulled out his phone and texted Mary quickly.
- [Not staying the night today. Some family reunion stuff.]
Afternoon classes passed in a blur with a different professor. No more Janeth. Alice claimed the seat beside him the moment he walked in, her thigh pressing warmly against his under the desk.
His darkened red eyes glanced at her and pinned her instantly, primal hunger pulsing through the stare. She squirmed hard, cheeks burning crimson, panties soaking through in seconds, nipples poking stiff against her blouse, breath coming in short, shaky gasps.
She leaned close, voice a breathy whisper:
"M-Master… your gaze are too much… ♡"
His hand found hers under the desk, fingers interlacing in a possessive grip, thumb stroking slow circles over her knuckles to leash the beast inside him. He leaned in just enough for his breath to brush her ear.
"Be good for me, puppy. We'll play later."
Alice whimpered softly, thighs clenching tighter, the faint wet sound of her shifting audible only to him. She nodded frantically to his plan.
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Evening came. Alex's phone buzzed again. It was Mary texting back. Her replies contained a bit of loneliness, but she understood his situation and
He pocketed the phone, cock still straining uncomfortably the whole walk home, mind flashing unwilling images of Janeth wrecked beneath him—bent over her desk, skirt ripped up, screaming as he filled her. He shook it off, jaw tight, forcing calm.
Liza helped a bit by sucking his lust, but still his libido was just high. But she also whispered filthy thoughts back into his head. 'What if your auntie is such a hottie? You wouldn't be able to sleep out of "excitement", right? Hehehe~'
He reached his mom's and slipped off his shoes at the entrance, socks whispering against the cool hardwood floor. The familiar scent of home hit him—faint traces of laundry detergent, old wood polish, and now the warm overlay of takeout pizza and alcohol and beer drifting from the living room.
As he padded down the short hallway, he heard voices. His mom's gentle laugh, warm and familiar, mingling with a richer, huskier tone he hadn't heard in years.
Alex stepped into the living room doorway.
His mom looked up first, smiling wide. Cheeks flushed and alcohol intoxicating her head. It been a while since last time he saw her that happy and calm.
"Sweetie! Ahh... There you are—come in, look who's here!"
He stepped closer with a smile on his face, heart suddenly thudding harder.
And then he saw her fully.
Auntie, his mom's old best friend, the curvy MILF he'd called "Auntie" growing up, absent for years due to work in different cities.
She sat alone on the couch, beer in one hand, cigarette dangling from her glossy lips. Her black hair fell in loose waves with a few striking silver-white highlights framing her face, green eyes hazy from drink but sharpening instantly when they met his.
She wore a tight grey dress that barely contained her huge tits, the thin fabric stretched to its absolute limit, deep cleavage spilling over the neckline, pink areola peeking teasingly at the edges with every breath. Wide, breedable hips flared dramatically, the dress riding up her thick thighs, cigarette smoke curling lazily around her face and chest.
Memories flooded back, vague and hazy from childhood. He'd been so young, maybe six or seven, when she used to visit often. Warm hugs that smelled of vanilla, her laughter filling the house, sneaking him extra candy when his mom wasn't looking, calling him her "little prince" while ruffling his hair.
She'd always been stunning even then—tall, curvy, confident, the kind of beauty that made even a child notice something special. But the details had faded over the years, softened by time and distance.
Now she was here, unchanged and impossibly more beautiful... Mature, ripen, radiating heat.
"Ah...." Her green eyes snapped to his face—then dropped boldly to the thick, obscene bulge tenting his pants.
The cigarette nearly fell from her lips. Her body reacted noticeably as she felt lost for words. That wasn't the same scrawny kid she used to play with in the past. Now a young handsome man.
Her thighs squeezed together hard with a soft, involuntary whimper, heavy tits heaving under the straining grey fabric, pink areola slipping further into view as her chest rose with a sharp, ragged gasp.
Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, pupils dilating wide, breath quickening into shallow pants, the faint scent of her sudden arousal cutting through the smoke and beer, thick and musky, making the air between them thick.
Silence stretched between them. Even his drunken mom began to notice. "C-come on, say hi to each other."
Her green eyes locked on his red ones, pupils blown wide with mirrored need. Neither spoke.
Her fingers moved restlessly: one hand slowly circled the neck of the beer bottle, thumb stroking up and down in slow, suggestive glides. She snapped back to reality but just to his lustful red eyes gawking at her.
Alex's red eyes raked over her slowly, hungrily—fixating on the way the dress strained across her massive tits, the pink areola teasing at the edges, the wide flare of her hips begging to be gripped, the thick thighs trembling with barely-contained need. His cock shifted heavily in his pants, thickening further.
"Hi, it's been a while, auntie... Leila" He spoke first, but there was no excitement of seeing her after years. Rather pure hunger.
Liza chuckled low in his mind, voice dripping with wicked delight. 'Mmm, you're radiating with lust, handsome. You even made a drunk beauty snap back~'
The tension in the room thickened instantly after he spoke. But the auntie tried to regain her composure and elegance.
Leila's breath hitched audibly, cigarette trembling between her glossy lips as she tried to speak, voice shaky and faltering, words breaking apart under the weight of drunken arousal and shock.
"Y-Yeah… it's… been too long, Alex… I didn't expect… you to look like… this…"
She swallowed hard, green eyes flicking back down to his bulge for a split second before darting up again, cheeks burning hotter, voice dropping to a whispery stutter:
"Y-You've… grown up s-so… big… I mean… tall… and… everything…"