“Bend over, bitch,” I ordered.

Lucia obeyed, bending over the kitchen table in her house. She whined as she did, “Okay, but why here? I already prepared everything in the bedroom.”

I ignored her, spreading her legs before shoving my cock into her soaked pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, ouuuff—” she moaned as I breached her, my hands clamping over her mouth.

My cock pounded into her relentlessly, her muffled cries escaping between my fingers. “Ouuff, what—ouuf—you are—ouuuff—baby, I’m cumming!”

I was rough, relentless, fucking her at the same brutal pace, pushing her body to build another orgasm even as the first one ripped through her. My own need was overwhelming—my cock rock-hard, my mind lost in the memory of Alex, pinned to her own kitchen table by her husband, just like this.

It was the first time I’d spied on Alex at night. I hadn’t seen much, just her body pressed against the kitchen table, her husband taking her from behind, finishing before she could, leaving her cursing, burning with unfulfilled desire. But that glimpse had turned me wild.

“Baby, slow down—ouuufff—you’re destroying my pussy!” Lucia screamed, trying to pull me out of my fantasy.

I ignored her, driving deeper, my mind lost in the image of Alex.

Ever since Alex moved in next door last month, my world had turned upside down. She was all I saw, all I smelled, all I wanted. I was in love—deeply, completely.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, pleaaaase—ouuffff—I can’t take any more!” Lucia screamed.

Lucia got lucky that I was finally on the edge. I fucked her harder, chasing my release until I groaned, “I’m cumming for you, Alex.”

We were naked in Lucia’s living room, her head resting on my lap, when she asked, “So who’s Alex, the one who turns you so wild?”

I caressed her hair softly. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

She sighed. “You were so rough, but it was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” She paused. “So who’s Alex?”

I kissed her cheek. “Our new neighbor next door.”

She sat up, eyes wide, and yelled, “Fuck you, Jack! Alex? That old married woman? She’s older than your mom and not even attractive!”

Anger flared. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love her.”

Lucia took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Wake up, asshole. It’s not the first time you’ve imagined being in love.”

“No, this time is different!” I shouted.

She cupped my face, kissing me softly. “You’ve said that before, baby. I love you, and I know you love me deep inside. Why don’t you forget these hallucinations and focus on our love, our future?”

I pushed her away, jumping to my feet. “We’re not having this conversation again. Are you going to help me or not?”

She looked at the floor, helpless. “Of course I will. Now tell me everything you know about her.”

It was almost midnight, and I was in bed, just in my boxers, scrolling through photos on my phone. Really, I was only looking at three—the ones from Alex’s husband’s birthday last month.

My body shivered, like it always did, when I saw the photo of my arm wrapped around Alex’s bare shoulder. God, I still remembered that feeling—my hand touching her skin, her body pressed against mine.

I could feel her hot breath, hear her heartbeat, although it was just a brief moment. But it was the best of my life.

As usual, my dick hardened at the sight. Before I knew it, my hand was stroking it, lost in thoughts of Alex.

Would my fantasies ever come true? Could I ever really have her? Ugh, it was torture to think about her all the time.

I grabbed a tissue, ready for my climax. My hand moved like hell over my dick, my eyes fluttering shut with her photo still burning behind my eyelashes. Then I came all over her honor.

The next morning, I jolted awake at 8 a.m., yawning and stretching before stumbling to the window. My sleepy eyes locked onto her house—and there she was, as beautiful and infuriating as ever.

Alex was yelling at James, their usual morning quarrel. He stood there, expressionless, while she gestured wildly.

I couldn’t hear a word from this distance, but I didn’t care. My gaze was glued to her tits, bouncing with every movement as she ranted in just her bra and hot shorts—her usual at-home outfit.

James leaned in, kissed her cheek, and walked away like nothing had happened, just like always.

Alex stood frozen, hands on her hips, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before storming out of the living room.

I grabbed my phone, set it to record, and waited by the window.

Ten minutes later, she returned in a crop top and yoga pants. She opened her window, just as she always did, and started her morning workout.

My cock immediately strained against my boxers. I tugged them down to my knees, standing beside the window, recording her every move with one hand while stroking myself with the other.

My eyes devoured her body as she leaned and stretched, her breaths and soft moans driving me wild—just like last night, when her husband had drilled her in this very room.

I was lost in the moment, my cock rock-hard, when my orgasm hit.

A loud groan tore from my throat as cum splattered onto the curtains. Alex froze mid-movement, her eyes snapping to my window.

I barely managed to duck out of sight, still cumming, before collapsing into the chair behind me and then crashing to the floor, drenched in my own release.

I lay there, panting, trying to pull myself together. After a few minutes, I crawled back to the window and peeked out. The living room was empty, the window closed.

Fuck. Did she see me? Fuck, how creepy must I look to her? What if she tells Mom? She is her friend. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

I went back to bed, trying to grab a quick sleep. I wake up early just to watch her work out.

As I drifted off, I thought about the awkward situation that had just happened.

My sleep was a mix of nightmares and amazing dreams: in one, Alex told my dad what happened, and he used the chance he’d been waiting for and kicked me out of the house. In another, she knelt before me, sucking my cock.

But then the alarm ripped me out of those strange dreams.

I took a shower before heading downstairs for breakfast, still thinking about her. This time, it was the nice dreams that took over my mind.

I rehearsed each part as I walked down the stairs, smiling, flushed, breathless, with a strong erection straining against my boxers.

“Good morning, Mom,” I said as I stepped into the kitchen, then gasped and took a step back.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” Mom yelped, jumping to her feet, worried.

I regained my composure and said in a husky, shaking voice, “Just didn’t expect you to have company.”

Then I looked at Alex, who was sipping her coffee with a smirk on her lips.

“Good morning, Alex,” I managed, trying to sound casual.

She put her mug down and stood up, stretching her arms toward me. “Come here, young man. Give Aunt Alex a big hug.”

Oh god, that was torture. It was the first time I’d been that close to her.

Her big breasts pressed against my chest, her arms wrapped around me, her hot breath burning my neck before she kissed me, brushing her lips against my cheek.

My mouth was dry, my face flushed, my heartbeat audible, my head spinning.

“What’s wrong with you this morning, baby? Are you alright?” Mom asked again, worried.

I wanted to reply, but my dry throat betrayed me.

Alex, still smirking, said, “Maybe he didn’t get enough sleep, or maybe he exhausted himself.”

Fuck, she was giving clear hints that she’d seen me, and she was enjoying playing with my head.

I cleared my throat and struggled to say, “I’ll get ready for work, Mom. I’ll just have a cup of coffee in my room.”

Mom poured me a cup and handed it to me. “Won’t you have breakfast, baby?”

I shook my head and left the kitchen, heading for my room. Then a thought suddenly struck me. I tiptoed back, staying out of sight, desperate to hear what they were saying.

“Does he get that embarrassed around women?” Alex’s voice was joyful, dripping with amusement.

“Jack? No, never. He changes girlfriends like he changes clothes,” Mom replied.

“Well, maybe I turn him on?” Alex said.

I heard Mom giggle playfully. “I can see that. It’s the only reason I can think of. Ugh, I miss being young, that rush of adrenaline just from touching a boy or man I wanted.”

Fuck. They were talking like whores, my dick got even harder.

“I took a good look at his snake under his boxers. Does Richard have the same gift? Lucky woman,” Alex said.

“Did you notice? Hell no. I wish my husband had that snake, but unlucky me, he doesn’t,” Mom said after a long exhale.

“Well, I have to go now. I have chores to do back home. Thanks for the coffee,” Alex said.

I tiptoed away, running to my bedroom before they could catch me spying.

“What the fuck,” Lucia yelled after I finished telling her what happened and showed her the video I recorded of Alex’s workout while we were in Mom’s car.

“I can’t believe your cute mom has this kind of nasty, dirty talk.” She continued.

I nodded, exhaling deeply, then said, “Forget about Mom now. Tell me how to get under Alex’s panties.”

My relationship with Lucia was different than with any other girl. We share everything together. She was like a soul mate to me, only if she could stop talking about love, she’d be the best friend ever.

She tapped my back and said, “Now drive, asshole, to Monica’s place. She’s waiting for us there with her new boyfriend. Let’s have fun tonight, and I will tell you how to deal with Aunt Alex.”

Next morning, I woke up again at 8 a.m. to watch her.

According to Lucia, if Alex worked out in the same place while opening her window as she used to do, her plan would work. If not, I should call the plan off and we should discuss more.

After Alex’s morning quarrel with her hubby, she disappeared for ten minutes as usual. Then she came to open her window in her yoga pants and crop top and started her workout.

Was she glancing up while leaning back and forward? Was she moaning louder than normal? I didn’t know. I was consumed in the moment as I used to be.

I wasn’t sure of Lucia’s plan. Would I have the courage to come near Alex and talk to her? I hoped I could.

10 a.m.

My legs shook at Alex’s front door, breath ragged, mouth dry, cock hard as steel. I clenched my fists and forced myself to ring the bell.

Eternity passed before the door swung open.

Fuck, her smile hit me like a punch—heart in my throat, stomach twisted into knots.

“Jack, baby, what a nice surprise,” she purred, her voice wrapping around me like silk.

I opened my mouth, but only ragged breaths escaped.

“What’s wrong, baby? Come inside,” she said, her fingers brushing mine, sending a jolt through my body.

I stumbled after her, a kid following his mother, my eyes devouring every curve, every sway of her hips. Lust burned in my gut.

She led me to the kitchen, her laughter floating over her shoulder. “Want coffee? Or breakfast? I was just making some.” She pulled me closer, her touch electric.

I sat, silent, my pulse roaring in my ears. She glanced back, smirking. “Did your mom set you on silent mode?” She burst out laughing.

Rage flared. I hated jokes at my expense. I tried to fire back, but my throat was sandpaper, my frustration only making her laugh harder.

“Okay, okay, baby. Maybe after breakfast you’ll find your voice, or did your morning activities drain you?” She giggled, her eyes knowing.

Fuck. She knew. She knew I’d been jerking off to thoughts of her.

“I think you just don’t deserve the reputation your mom told me about,” she teased.

Fuck Lucia. Fuck her plan. It sounded good yesterday, but now? I couldn’t even speak in front of Alex.

Her laughter grated, pushing me closer to the edge. She enjoyed playing with my head, feeling in control, and I acted like a kid who couldn’t even speak. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She set a sandwich in front of me, then took my hand. “Sorry if I annoyed you, baby. I didn’t mean it.”

Her touch, her voice—it should’ve helped, but instead, my throat tightened.

I stood on shaking legs, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and downed it in one gulp. Then I slammed it on the table, locking eyes with her.

“I came to apologize,” I rasped. “For yesterday.”

Her smile widened. “Finally, he speaks. Yaaay.”

She was pushing me, and my ego finally ached into action.

I grabbed her hand, lifted it to my lips, and kissed her knuckles. For the first time, her smile vanished and her breath hitched. My bold action took her off guard.

“No need to apologize, Jack. Nothing happened,” she said, her voice husky and shaking.

She didn’t pull away. I kissed her hand again, my voice rough. “I have to, Alex. You mean everything to me, and I think you know that.”

Her cheeks flushed. I leaned in, brushed my lips against her cheek, lingered. Her heartbeat pounded against my chest.

“Thank you, Jack. I’m flattered.” Her voice came shaking.

She didn’t resist, so I dropped to my knees, kissed her hands, my voice a whisper. “You don’t know me, Alex, but my life changed when you moved in. You’re in my dreams, my thoughts. I see your face in every woman. I smell you on my skin. I touch where you’ve touched me and I feel heaven. My world revolves around you.”

Her eyes widened, her body trembling. “Jack, I’m flattered, but I’m old enough to be your mother. I’m married. This isn’t right.”

I kissed her hands again, my voice fierce. “Not right? How can you say that? Loving you is the only right thing I’ve ever done.”

Her breath came faster. I stood, pulled her up, then placed my hands on her waist. “I expect nothing, Alex. I just needed you to know.”

She looked away, her face flushed, her breaths heavier.

I lifted her chin, my thumb brushing her lower lip. “God, you’re beautiful, even more when you blush.”

She tried to turn, but I held her, my voice a growl. “Do you like me, Alex?”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “I do, baby, of course I do. You just took me off guard. I didn’t expect you to have these strong feelings for me.”

I locked my eyes to hers and whispered, “Alex, you know I have feelings for you. You just didn’t expect me to have the courage to tell you.”

Her breaths were heavier when she said, “But I’m older. Why would you want someone like me?”

I pressed her hand to my chest. “Ask my heart. We don’t choose who we love. I thought you’d never look at me. You’re a star—I can only watch, never touch. A star that I can talk to but never expect to answer me.”

Her breath hitched. “My god, I’ve never heard such beautiful words.”

I brushed my lips against hers. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back.

Lucia was right—the sweet words were the key to her pussy.

My hands pulled her toward me. I cupped her lips with mine, my tongue pushing past her lips, my hands sliding under her shorts, gripping her ass.

She gasped, her body melting into mine.

“God, you taste like heaven,” I groaned, my mouth trailing down her neck. “I imagined this, but you’re so much more.”

Her hands tangled in my hair. “Jack, we can’t—”

“We can. And we will.” I interrupted her.

I lifted her onto my shoulder, fireman-style. Her laughter rang as I carried her to the living room, then dropped her onto the sofa. I knelt between her legs, tugged her shorts off, and buried my face in her pussy.

“Ouuuff, Jack, we can’t—” she whined.

“Shhhhh,” I growled, my tongue parting her folds. “God, you’re soaked. Your taste is intoxicating.”

She spread her legs wider, her moans filling the room. When I felt her orgasm building, I slid a finger inside, rubbing her G-spot.

“You’re mine, Alex. Say it.” I said, locking my eyes with hers.

Her back arched. “God, I’m cumming, don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I lapped at her, fingered her, pushed her higher. Her juices coated my face as she screamed, her body shaking.

I stood, unzipped my pants, and drove into her in one thrust.

“Fuck—Jack—” she screamed as she felt my cock deep inside her.

“You should be mine,” I groaned, my hips slamming into hers. “This pussy is mine. I’ll fuck you whenever I want.”

Her nails dug into my back. “God, I’m cumming again.”

I pounded into her, my voice raw. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for your daddy.”

Her screams tore through the room as she came, her body convulsing.

I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, my cock buried deep, enhancing her orgasm and pushing her toward another.

“You like getting fucked deep and hard, baby?” My voice was raw through my heavy breaths.

“Ouuuff, Jack, ouuff—”

Her response wasn’t what I wanted, so I pushed harder. “Alex, baby, I’ve never fucked a hot, sweet pussy like yours. I’ve never tasted juice like yours. Your body scent is spinning my head. Cum for me, baby.”

The mix of sweet and dirty talk pushed her to her limit. “God, I’m cuming again, ouufff.”

“Did you cum for your daddy?” I moved inside her like crazy.

“Yes, yes, ouufff, gooood,” she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her.

Her submission pushed me to the edge. I groaned suddenly. “Fuck, I’m cuming for you, baby, fuuucck.”

Her body clenched around me, milking me as I exploded deep inside her.

Her scream mixed with my groan, the room thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and possession.

Rope after rope, thrust after thrust, I unloaded all my seed deep inside her.

I collapsed beside her, both of us breathless. She lay there, my cum leaking from her, her body marked by my hands, my mouth.

I looked at her, my voice rough with pride. “Finally. You’re mine.”

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