I can’t stop fantasizing about Aunt

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My jeans were too tight. I could feel my cock stiffening repeatedly throughout the day. My skin burned, like it was giving off a scorching heat in my pants, and my briefs were getting soaked with my precum. It was like I had been wandering in a desert, swallowed in a whirling haze of lust for days on end, and now it was reaching a peak.

My will to resist touching myself was faltering. I was determined to hold on for at least another day, but my intensifying lusts were fighting me with all their strength, and they were strong.

The lock accepted my key with a click and clack when I turned it, and I opened the door to see my aunt bent over the sink, scrubbing at dishes. She was wearing her tight green sweater and her tighter brown jeans. Even in the middle of chores, she was gorgeous. I could never get over it.

When she looked up at me, I could see a stern look in her eyes. Clearly something was bothering her, and there was no playfulness today. I decided I would just tread lightly.

She had corrected my gaze multiple times recently, and I could feel her amusement with my infatuation fading away. Maybe she was actually upset with me this time. At least, that was what I thought at the time.

“Macaroni and cheese.” She said, tilting her head towards the table behind her. “Get it while it’s hot.”

It was said without emotion, as if it was just business.

Not wanting to rouse her anger, I took a seat at the table where a bowl and fork were waiting for me. While I scooped the food into the bowl, I kept glancing at her ass. Diverting my eyes was becoming frustratingly difficult now, but it was at eye level, right in front of me.

My internal resistance failed and I let my eyes molest her body. I felt shame like I can’t express. Auntie Freya was kind enough to let me stay in her home, and I was such a weak, horny mess that I couldn’t keep from objectifying her. It was wrong, not just because of the harassing stare, but because she was family. My own aunt. My mother’s sister. It was so fucked up, but my lust just wouldn’t subside.

The fork lifted macaroni noodles to my lips, and I ate slowly, ashamed at my submission to my own perversion. Of course, the entire time I ate my eyes were locked onto her behind. I was imagining walking up behind my aunt and pressing my erection against her, grinding my hips against her thick ass and wrapping my arms around her, humping until I sprayed a line of white cum all up the back of her sweater while moaning her name over and over.

My fantasy was ripped away when Freya slammed a now spotless spoon onto the counter top, the sound shattering my daze.

She turned to face me, her arms folded beneath her large breasts. My foggy brain was caught off guard when she locked her fiery eyes onto mine. I expected a scolding, and that was exactly what I got, just not in the way I anticipated.

“I can feel your eyes all over me.”

Her tone expressed her anger quite clearly. This wasn’t disappointment in me. That was a tone I was quite familiar with in a scolding. This was the anger of one adult to another. My aunt wasn’t treating me like a little boy here. We were equals, and she was pissed.

“You quit masturbating, didn’t you?”

Of course she knew about that. I had apparently not been as stealthy as I tried to be, so she would know from the lack of moans that I was abstaining. While I had thought that was the correct thing to do, I had clearly been mistaken, and I was realizing that as I withered under her fury.

Still, I was stunned by her words. No one had ever spoken to me so frankly about private matters, and it was jarring. I know my eyes revealed my surprise at her question, and I blurted out.

“Um… what?”

I wasn’t denying or attempting to refute the point, I just couldn’t quite believe my ears. Freya continued.

“Don’t ‘what’ me. I know boys well enough to know when they’re pent up. You’re clearly frustrated. I don’t know why you aren’t taking care of it yourself, but it’s time you do. You should know better by now, especially because you can’t keep your eyes to yourself. I’m your aunt for fuck’s sake.”

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