Living With Aunt
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - When Gabriel finds himself drowning in debt and in desperate need of a fresh start, he turns to the one person his mother warned him never to trust—his Aunt Tina. She’s older, sultry, and dangerously off-limits, but her offer is too good to refuse: live with her, save money, and get back on his feet. But as the nights stretch longer and the walls between them grow thinner, Gabriel begins to see Tina not as the estranged relative his mother despises—but as a woman.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Aunt Nephew Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts
We got home late that night. Going home after just a couple of hours seemed like it would tempt Murphy’s Law too much and we’d find that mom had waited just in case I was fibbing. We stayed in the restaurant bar and watched the Monday night football game. Tina pointed out with a giggle that it wasn’t as much fun as watching the game at home. Mom was not in sight when we arrived home.
I contacted Dad and he let me know that Mom had gotten home before the game ended, in the blackest mood he’d ever seen in their twenty-four years together.
Much to my surprise, my mother seemed to go along with it. My phone was silent. Dad let me know that Mom had bought the lie and thought we were on vacation in St. Augustine.
“So how about we take a little vacation this weekend?” I texted Tina as I lay in my rack onboard ship, Wednesday night. Overnight duty isn’t a lot of fun, but Tina usually helps by sending me wonderfully nasty photos of her playing with her toys.
Her reply came back with a close-up shot of her pal Pinky, lying over her engorged clit. Her pussy was freshly clean-shaven and glistened wetly. I shivered with arousal.
Tina - No thanks, you go on Saturday and come back. I’d rather f•©k you at home. Changing subject. I want to say something about our sex life, and I don’t want you to read anything into it or misconstrue my feelings.
Curious, I told her that I was open to talking and offered to call her.
Tina - No, I’m going to text it here and I want you to take it as you read it, black and white, no trying to infer anything else. I know how sensitive men can be when discussing sex.
I told her that I was a big boy and could handle anything she threw at me.
Tina - LOL. Yes, you are. Here goes. I love how you take me and use me. It’s forceful and yet still loving. I love every minute. Okay so far?
I assured her my manhood was not withering quite yet.
Tina - Good. But sometimes I want you to be dominant without being loving. Treat me like a whore. Your whore. It takes me to a whole new level.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
I arrived home at three-thirty on Thursday. I’d stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies for a special dinner. I also brought home something I’d been given by a fellow crew member. About twenty feet of half-inch cotton rope. It was the last of the line on a spool and was too short for most of our shipboard needs.
I’d thought a lot about what she told me via our texts. Just being as dominant as I have been, has been difficult for me. It’s not in my nature to “use” someone. Instead of, “Hey babe, are you in the mood for a little pickle tickle?” it’s just “Bend over that table and spread your legs, slut.” I couldn’t do it if it wasn’t so obvious how much Tina loved it. I put a lot of thought into it that day. Which might be why she’d told me the way she did. I sent Tina a text before I stepped into the shower. It was short and to the point.
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