The Skyrender estate woke to a serene dawn, the sprawling grounds bathed in soft light, the air carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly baked bread from the kitchen. Alex Skyrender stirred in his bed, his lean frame tangled in silk sheets, a sense of relaxation washing over him, a stark contrast to the steamy dreams of the past weeks—Sydney's tearful kiss, Ruby's sultry wink, and Katheryn's hungry gazes.
His nine-inch cock twitched slightly, but the calm of the morning soothed him, the estate's quiet hum grounding him. He slipped into a fitted navy t-shirt and loose black pants, the fabric brushing his toned muscles, and headed downstairs, the wooden stairs creaking softly, the distant clink of dishes and a servant's cheerful whistle filling the air with slice-of-life warmth.
In the kitchen, Katheryn stood alone, stirring a pot of oatmeal, her green silk nightdress clinging to her voluptuous curves, the thin fabric outlining her plump ass, swaying gently as she moved, the hem teasing her thick thighs, no bra beneath, her huge breasts swaying freely, the dark nipples faintly visible. Her auburn hair was loosely tied, strands brushing her neck, her skin glowing in the morning light.
Alex's heart raced, the sight igniting a spark, his cock stirring as he noticed her changed gaze—her hazel eyes flicking to him with a possessive hunger, lingering on his lips, then lower, a subtle flush on her cheeks. He took a gamble, sneaking up behind her, his hands sliding onto her waist, the soft flesh warm under his fingers, pulling her gently against him, her ass pressing against his crotch, the contact electric.
Katheryn gasped, a soft, "Oh!" escaping her lips, her body tensing, then relaxing as she turned, her eyes widening with surprise, then softening at Alex's grin. "What are you doing, Alex?" she asked, her voice breathy, her breasts heaving, her nipples hardening through the silk, the steam thickening.
Alex's voice was low, teasing, "Helping my aunt rest. Let me take over." He guided her to the couch, his hands lingering on her waist, her body trembling slightly, her moan soft, "Mmm... Alex..." as she sat, her nightdress riding up, revealing creamy thighs. Katheryn's heart fluttered like a teenager in love, watching him move to the sink, washing dishes with focus, his muscles flexing under his shirt, the sight sealing her resolve—she wanted him, today, her pussy tingling, her breasts aching, the decision a final nail in her restraint's coffin.
She called Warren and Taylor for breakfast, her voice cheerful but calculated, "Come eat, you two!" The dining hall filled with the aroma of oatmeal and fresh fruit, the table set with colorful plates, a slice-of-life anchor. Warren, in a casual blue shirt, teased Alex, "Up early for once, huh? Planning to charm the campus?" Taylor, in a loose sundress that hugged her full breasts, laughed, sharing a kid story, "My little guy tried to 'paint' the walls with juice yesterday—total chaos!" Alex grinned, joining the filler banter, "Sounds like my friend Fred at college—spilled soda all over his notes, blamed the table."
The laughter flowed, but Katheryn's eyes locked on Alex, her gaze intense, her foot brushing his under the table, the steam palpable, his cock twitching at her touch.
After breakfast, Katheryn stood, her nightdress shifting to tease cleavage, "Warren, Taylor, why don't you take the day off? Visit my sister, check on her baby."
Her voice was sweet, but her eyes gleamed with intent. Warren perked up, "A day out? Count me in!" Taylor nodded, excited, "Love to see that little cutie!" They turned to Alex, "Come with us, Alex!" Before he could craft an excuse, Katheryn interjected, her voice soft but firm, "I'm feeling a slight fever. I'd like Alex to stay in case I need him." Her hazel eyes met his, a mating animal's gaze, hungry and predatory, sending a chill through him, his cock stirring despite the terror of her intensity. Warren frowned, concerned, "You sure, Kath?" She nodded, "Just a precaution."
Taylor squeezed her hand, "Rest up. Alex, take care of her." They agreed, grabbing their bags, and left by afternoon, the estate quieting, the air heavy with anticipation.
Alone, Alex focused on cutting vegetables in the kitchen, the rhythmic chop of the knife grounding him, the scent of carrots and onions mixing with the lingering jasmine from outside.
He was lost in thought when Katheryn approached silently, her white hands sliding onto his waist from behind, her touch warm and possessive, her huge breasts pressing against his back, the silk nightdress offering no barrier, her hard nipples poking into him, the friction electric.
Alex gasped, his cock hardening instantly, the bulge straining his pants, his heart racing as her breasts flattened against him, her moan soft, "Mmm... Alex..." He controlled his urge, turning slightly, his voice shaky, "How're you feeling, Aunt Kath?" Her lips curved, her eyes gleaming, "Much better with you here, Alex."
Her voice was sultry, her breasts still pressed against him, her pussy tingling, the steam overwhelming, her intent clear—she wanted to take the step.
Alex understood, his own desire surging, and took a gamble, turning to face her, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen table, her ass settling on the wood, her nightdress riding up to reveal thick, creamy thighs, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and prominent. She gasped, her moan loud, "Ohhh... Alex..." her eyes wide with surprise and lust, her pussy throbbing as he stood between her legs, his hands on her hips, his cock rock-hard, pressing against his pants.
"You need rest, Aunt Kath," he teased, his voice husky, his eyes locked on hers, the steam thick, her breath ragged, her breasts heaving. She leaned closer, her lips inches from his, "Rest can wait, Alex. I need... you." Her voice was a whisper, her hand brushing his chest, lingering, her fingers tracing his muscles, the tension electric.
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, soft and tentative, then deepening, their tongues meeting, swirling slowly, saliva mixing, her moan soft, "Mmm... Alex..." Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard, the friction making his cock throb, his moan low, "Ohhh... Kath..." She smiled against his lips, "You're so strong, Alex... like a dream."
He pulled back slightly, his hands sliding up her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, her moan rising, "Ohhh... yes..." Her nightdress slipped higher, revealing more of her pussy, shaved and glistening, her scent musky and intoxicating.
Alex's hands roamed, one sliding to her ass, squeezing the plump cheek, the other brushing her pussy, his fingers grazing the wet folds, her moan loud, "Ohhh... Alex... touch me..." He slipped a finger inside, her pussy tight and warm, her hips bucking, her breasts bouncing, her scream, "Fuck... yes..." He fingered her slowly, curling inside, her pussy clenching, her moans desperate, "Ohhh... Alex... deeper..." She grabbed his bulge, stroking through his pants, the friction making him groan, "Ohhh... Kath... fuck..."
Their movements synced, her pussy pulsing, his cock throbbing, the steam overwhelming, the kitchen filled with their moans and the slick sounds of their touch.
After two minutes, Alex came, hot spurts soaking his pants, his groan loud, "Fuck... Kath..." Her pussy clenched, her orgasm crashing through, her scream muffled, "Ohhh... Alex... yes..." her body shaking, her pussy squirting, the table slick beneath her. Panting, she pulled him into another kiss, her tongue hungry, her hands gripping his shoulders, her breasts pressed against him, her moan soft, "Mmm... my Alex..." He kissed her neck, leaving a gentle hickey, her moan rising, "Ohhh... yes..." They paused, breathless, her eyes gleaming with love, his with desire, the steam lingering.
They cleaned up, Alex wiping the table, Katheryn adjusting her nightdress, her smile shy but radiant.
"You're too much, Alex," she whispered, her hand brushing his cheek, the gesture tender, romantic. He grinned, "Only for you, Aunt Kath."
They moved to the living room, the estate quiet, the afternoon sun casting warm shadows. They sat on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm around her, their conversation light—Katheryn sharing a childhood memory, "I used to sneak cookies from the kitchen, got caught every time!" Alex laughing, "Sounds like me trying to skip chores." The filler grounded them, but the steam remained, her hand resting on his thigh, his cock stirring, her pussy tingling.