Living With Aunt
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 32
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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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When we got out onto the street, it was nearing five-thirty, it was clear that there was some sort of party being set up in the street. Tables had been moved outside, a DJ was setting up, and lights had been strung over the street. I grabbed a sweater from the car, and we walked a block to a local restaurant. It was a lovely family place with authentic Spanish food. We had a wonderful meal, and I was pleased that Gabe was being reasonable about the choice of restaurants. He loved taking me out to expensive places when we did go out which wasn’t conducive to him saving his money to pay down his insane credit card balances.
As we returned to the hotel, we saw that a party was in full swing. I was surprised to find that it was a wedding. A street party wedding. What a brilliant, joyous idea, I thought. And then I remembered Gabe’s choice of shoes for me.
I whirled at him. “You knew!” Gabe was moving his shoulders in time with the music.
“Yeah, since I reserved a street view hotel room, the hotel was nice enough to let me know there could be some music and noise. They said it’s become a local trend for young couples to have the wedding at a church and then have the reception out here with permission from the hotels. They get a local permit to close off the street and then just have cake and punch.” He pointed over at some tables where there was a small wedding cake and then three large sheet cakes. “No alcohol allowed, but there are local bars and restaurants. The local businesses love it. Especially the hotels.”
Gabe took me by my hand and spun me into him with a flourish. I settled back into his chest. “And the best part is, the couple can do it pretty inexpensively.” I felt his body moving to the music with mine. “And everyone’s invited.”
He whirled me back around and I took his hands as we swayed. “Everyone?” I asked and he nodded. I looked around and found he was right. Strangers in their street clothes either danced where they stood or moved out with the wedding guests, and no one seemed to mind. The bride and groom were a beautiful couple, young and in the prime of their lives, each looking at the other like they were dreaming. I looked at Gabe and felt a momentary sadness at what my life could have been like if I’d met someone like him, back when.
We turned and walked near the area where guests were dancing and then Gabe spun me again. Our eyes met and he winked. “I remembered how much you enjoyed it when we danced at the bar after we met with Andre.”
I grinned, “So that’s why you insisted I come.”
He shrugged. “Well, Mom insisted on teaching me to dance when I was young. It seems a shame not to use what she taught me, to make someone happy.”
I sank my head against his chest, quite overcome. When I had control of myself, I looked up into his beautiful eyes. “I am happy.”
We danced for what seemed an age. We stayed for the cake cutting, the best man’s toast, and then toasted the couple with a glass of punch. I watched Gabe walk over to the gift table and drop cash into the ice bucket that had been set up for the purpose.