Living With Aunt
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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.
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I called my dad the day before I moved in, while he was at work and told him what I’d done. He was sort of relieved and pissed at the same time. “Boy, don’t ever let your mother find out. You gotta make Tina swear to keep the secret. Or your ass is so much grass.”
“We’ve already come to that agreement. She doesn’t want to cause any more problems with Mom. Dad, can you tell me what the hell there is between them?”
I heard Dad clear his throat. “I’m sorry Gabe, I’m not certain I know the whole story myself. It’s something about a boy in high school. That’s all I got.”
I was walking up the front walk of Tina’s modest home just as she was leaving for work on Friday. I’d had overnight duty the day before and had taken a day of leave to give myself a three-day weekend before my next duty day on Monday. I had my seabag over my shoulder.
“Oh, there you are. Good timing, I’m just heading to work.” She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a key. “My room is on the right past the garage door and the guest room is off to the left, past the kitchen.” She motioned with her head as she talked. “The other bedroom is my knock-around room but you’re welcome to use it as well.”
I nodded. She looked me in the eye. “How old are you now, Gabe?” she said seriously.
“I ... I’ll be twenty-three next month, Aunt Tina.”
She smiled but it had a hard edge to it. “Twenty-three, that’s a good age.” She shouldered her bag and fished her keys out. “You’re an adult, so I don’t need to tell you what a breach of my trust it would be if you were to be snooping around in my bedroom, do I?”
The thought had never occurred to me. “Of course not,” I said confidently.
Her smile softened and she reached up and caressed my cheek. “That’s good. Go get settled in. Will I see you tonight?” She seemed to notice her hand on my face and her expression fell and she pulled her hand back hurriedly.
I shrugged. “I have no plans.”
She turned for the driveway. “Okay, maybe we’ll get some DoorDash and get to know each other. I’m afraid I don’t keep much food in the house. I don’t really cook much. See ya!”
I smiled and waved. She was wearing a very business-like skirt and blouse with sensible heels. She made it look good. She turned back to me at the edge of the walk. “One last thing Gabe. We don’t really know each other as nephew and aunt. I didn’t get to watch you grow up and I wasn’t there to be an aunt to you, so the title seems kind of disingenuous. So how about you just call me, Tina?