Living With Aunt
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Friday, I found myself looking forward to our next overnighter. It felt so good knowing that I was going to go away with a man who loved me. I trusted him, knowing he would never demand more than I wanted to give. I knew he would use me, but not use me if you catch my drift. Being in love was wonderful, but my mind kept coming back to Gabe’s upcoming lunch with my sister, Deanna.
As was my habit, I asked Gabe what he wanted me to wear on Saturday morning. He looked at me, admiring my naked body as I toweled off in my dressing area. We’d been following the weather because it does get cool in November, even in Florida.
“I’d like you to slut it up a bit for me,” he asked with that deep authoritative tone that I have come to love. I nodded happily.
“So how about black tights, those knee-high leather boots I saw in your closet, and a nice ... tight ... sweater.” He smiled brightly imagining me already dressed in the tight outfit. “Oh, and your collar with the emerald turned out and no bra.”
I was happy to watch him get dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a fitted button-down that I had bought for him. He looked delicious. He was so handsome with his fresh tight haircut and clean-shaven face. He looked young, confident, and virile. God, he made my heart race.
I watched him pack up our to-go bag to include some nice eveningwear for us both. My fine young Alpha had some plans for tonight.
We parked at the hotel, and I was surprised at how busy the area was. Off the main roads in St. Augustine, the streets are one lane, one way. It gives the streets a very tight feel, like the French Quarter in New Orleans.
I have been ‘paraded’ before, though it’s been a while. That’s what Gabe did. He took my hand in his and walked me through the crowds to the main desk. With my tights and heeled boots, my ass looked spectacular, and I made sure to wear a G-string so there were no panty lines. My grey sweater was sinfully tight, and my nipples stood out prominently. I was getting a lot of dirty looks from other ladies in the hotel lobby. A look at my man’s face told me that I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“You’re enjoying this,” I said quietly.
Gabe smiled at me. “You’re f•©king-A right I am. Do you know what a rush it is to walk in with the hottest woman in the hotel? To know that everyone is wondering what we’ll be getting up to, tonight?” He stepped up and curled his hand around to cup my ass and then kissed me hard. He made me feel wonderful and sexy and desired, and God, I loved him for it.
We turned when the hotel desk clerk was ready for us. Gabe gave the pretty young woman our reservation number, but she kept glancing at me. After we got it sorted and had our room keys, the woman leaned across and motioned for me to do the same. When I did, she smiled widely and whispered, “I love your collar. Is he good to you?”
I glanced back at Gabe who was pretending to examine the decor. I smiled back at the young Latina. “He’s the best.”
Our room was beautiful. The view was a bit disappointing though. It simply looked directly into the rooms of the hotel across the street. The bathroom was beautiful; tiled in a Spanish motif and featured a classic claw foot tub.
I looked over at Gabe as he hung up our party clothes. “So, my handsome Alpha, what devious plans have you got for us tonight?”
He grinned. “I think I plan to spoil you a little, my love.” His face got a little more serene. “Tonight, I plan to wine you, dine you, and sixty-nine you. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten anything more elaborate than that. No ropes, no whips, we’ll just have to wing it.”
I kissed him. Sometimes just a little loving is what the doctor ordered. “That sounds perfect.”
I sat on the picnic table outside the old Spanish fort. Dad has always been a big history buff, so we visited the location often as I grew up. We’d bring picnic lunches and eat out on the grass. With the sunshine and the sea air, it was always a great day.
I’d made some potato salad and some great sandwiches the night before we left, making sure to bring my mother’s favorites. I watched my mother walk down the path. She was dressed in jeans and a floral blouse. When she spotted me at the picnic table far out on the grass, she stopped and started a few times. She seemed uncharacteristically uncertain. I could relate.
I smiled at her as she approached the table. I left the picnic basket untouched at the end of the table. “Hey, Mom.” I wanted to hug her like I always do, but I felt the need to read the room, so to speak. “I’m glad you came.”
She stopped at the table and looked around nervously. “Is she here with you?”
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