Chapter 73: Secret in the study room 2

Her pupils dilated when she caught the shape of me, then jerked back up to my face.

"W-hat," she started, voice low and unsteady. "What are you doing here?" The look in her eyes was pure panic.

I pushed off the door and took two slow steps closer, still not touching her.

I stopped right in front of the armchair, close enough that she had to look up.

"I- didn’t think anyone was awake." her voice trembled. "How long have you been there?"

"You’ve been at this for awhile," I said quietly. "Didn’t look like you were planning to stop."

Auntie Vivian’s hesitation deepened. Just the same reckless nephew she had bluntly rejected earlier today. Now seeing her like this — robe open, pussy still throbbing from the orgasm, computer screen full of the kind of videos someone like her would never admit to watching.

Her heart hammered. She pressed her thighs together, and the scent of her arousal was thick in the small room.

She opened her mouth again, clearly searching for the mature, dismissive tone she had used earlier in the day. But nothing came out.

Part of her wanted to order me out, to reclaim the mature authority she had used before.

Another part stayed frozen, caught between humiliation and raw, unfinished ache between her legs.

"I.. this isn’t... what you..." her voice came out quieter than expected. She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her eyes flicked down again and landed on the thick ridge tenting the front of my pants.

The sight made her hesitation worse. The same body she had stared at earlier was now hard because of what she’d been doing.

I said lifted a single finger to her lips, to quiet her, "Don’t worry.. you don’t need to explain yourself. I got something for you..." I said softly.

My other hand reached down and pushed the front of my sleep pants lower, just enough. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already fully hard from watching her.

I didn’t force anything, I simply just stood there, the thick length of it only inches from her face.

I didn’t force her mouth open. I simply brushed the heavy head of my cock against her lower lip, letting her feel the heat and weight of it.

The clean, warm scent of it hit her.

"I promise not to tell anyone about your little secret." I grinned slightly, with a knowing nod towards the monitor and the nudity displayed on screen.

The hesitation in her eyes warred with something hungrier. Her gaze dropped and stayed. A shaky breath left her. For several long seconds she didn’t move— caught between the woman who had called me insane and the porn- addicted aunt who had just been caught edging herself in the dark, on a family get together.

’He’s actually doing this. He’s putting it against my mouth. I should push him away. I should stand up and leave. I’m married. I’m the grown up here. This is exactly what I told him was reckless.’

Yet her lips parted almost on their own when she spoke — low to herself. Her tongue intrusively met the head first, tasting the faint salt of precum.

The hesitation was still there, sharp and real, but I had already taken the decision out of her willpower as I placed it against her mouth. A warm shaky breath left her.

Her hands came up first, tentative, fingers wrapped around the shaft.

The touch was warm and slightly uncertain at first. She stroked once, testing, then again with more intent.

A soft, reluctant sound escaped her throat.

The indecision was still there, visible in the tight set of her shoulders, but it was loosing grounds fast to the same focused hunger I had watched in her moments earlier.

She shifted on the chair, robe falling open again, and opened her mouth wider and took me in — the first wet, warm contact of her tongue against the head of my cock was slow and deliberate.

I groaned, hissing as she took me deeper in her mouth.

The hesitant resistance slowly crumbled as she started to suck — properly, with the practiced rhythm of someone who knew exactly what she was doing even while part of her still couldn’t believe she was doing it.

"Take all of it." I growled. "I know you can." Something deep down was telling me she was underperforming.

She glared up at me then it fell back down. The look she gave was wicked, but that didn’t stop my cock from twitching inside her mouth.

She didn’t hold back once she committed.

Her mouth opened even further as she took me deep. The wet heat of her throat closing around my crown with a filthy, deliberate glide.

Her lips stretched tight around my shaft, shiny with spit, as she pushed forward until her nose nearly brushed my stomach.

A thick, gagging sound escaped her when I bottomed out, but she didn’t pull off. She held herself there, throat fluttering around me, eyes watering slightly, before sliding back with a long, wet drag that left my cock cascades with her saliva and connecting to her lips.

She licked away with a slow swrpe of her tongue, then spat directly onto my cock, the warm foamy saliva running down the length in thick ropes.

Her hand wrapped the base, spreading the mess, stroking in time with her mouth as she sank down again.

The sounds were obscenely wet— loud, filthy suction mixed with the soft, choked noises she made every time she forced deeper.

Spit overflowed the corner of her lips, making little bobbles each time she pulled back and dripped onto her bare thighs and the open robe.

She pulled off just enough to catch her breath, still pumping my cock with a firm, twisting grip.

A thin strand of drool hung from her chin. Her voice came out rough and low.

"Fuck.. you’re thicker than I expected..."

Then she was back on it.

I watched her work my cock with growing filth, her mature face flushed, lips stretched, spit everywhere. The internal contrast only made it hotter — the same woman who had shut me down so calmly earlier was now gagging herself on me in the dark..