The silence in my bedroom was thick and heavy, a physical thing after the explosive truth I'd just laid at my aunt's feet. The air, once just cool and conditioned, now seemed to crackle with the energy of a coming storm. I watched her, my Vera, as her mind tried to catch up, the numbers I'd whispered still echoing in the space between us, vast and impossible. The cold bottle of beer was a forgotten anchor in her hand, its condensation beading and tracing a slow, wet path down her fingers. Her dark, expressive eyes, usually so full of fiery life and sharp humor, were wide, glazed over with a profound, disbelieving awe.
She didn't pull away from my touch. Instead, she did the exact opposite. She leaned into the palm I had cupped against her cheek, a soft, shuddering sigh escaping her perfectly full lips. Her skin was so warm undermine, flushed with the heat of the beer and the dawning reality of what I was offering. Her eyes fluttered closed for a single, heart-stopping second, long dark lashes brushing against her high cheekbones.
"You…" she breathed out, her voice a husky, mesmerized whisper that was more air than sound. "Mijo… you have become such a man, Sael."
I could feel the shift happening, deep in the core of my being. The pride of my success, the fierce, protective need to shield my family—it was all curdling and transforming into something else, something far more primal and immediate. My gaze was locked on her, intense and unwavering, a predator finally acknowledging its chosen mate. It dropped from her dazed eyes to her slightly parted lips, then traveled down the pronounced, elegant curve of her throat. I watched the frantic, rabbit-quick pulse hammering at the base of it. My eyes continued their journey, over the breathtaking, mountainous swell of her breasts, clearly visible and utterly dominant under the thin, white cotton of her tank top.
Her nipples were hard little pebbles, straining against the fabric, begging for attention, for friction, for my mouth. My gaze devoured the rest of her: the dip of her waist, the strong, inviting curve of her hips, down to the powerful, sculpted thighs exposed by her tiny denim shorts.
I saw it all. The flush spreading across her chest, mottling her skin with desire. The quickening, shallow rise and fall of her magnificent chest. The animalistic arousal was a living current arcing between us, mutual and undeniable.
I moved with a decisive, confident finality. My fingers, which had been gently cupping her jaw, slid down to gently tilt her chin up, forcing her to look directly into the inferno of my own desire.
"You are so beautiful, Vera," I said, my voice a low, gravelly rumble that didn't sound entirely like my own. I deliberately dropped the "Aunt." She wasn't my aunt in this moment. She was just Vera. My woman.
And then I took what was mine.
"Hmmmpphh~ Kiss! Sllrrppp~!". The kiss didn't start soft or questioning. It was pure, unadulterated hunger and claiming from the very first millisecond. I crashed my mouth onto hers, and the sound was wet and immediate—
"Sllrrp! Smack♥ Mmmwah♥"—a noisy, sloppy, perfect sound of connection. My tongue didn't ask for entry; it plunged past the barrier of her lips, invading the incredible, scorching warmth of her mouth.
She moaned into me, a deep, guttural, surrendered sound that vibrated against my lips and down my spine. "Mmmphh! Sael…! Ahhnn~".
Her hands came up from her sides, no longer limp with shock, but gripping my shoulders with a desperate strength, her short, manicured nails digging into the muscle and fabric of my shirt. I kissed her harder, deeper, devouring her.
"Ahh, SSLLRRPP!!!! … Mmph♥ Chuuu!!! …HAHHNN~!!". The obscene, wet noises of our mouths moving together filled the quiet room. She matched my fervor instantly, her own tongue surging forward to tangle with mine in a slick, erotic dance of push and pull, a wet battle for dominance I had already won.
My free hand slid from her chin, down the column of her throat, over the shuddering plane of her chest, and finally palmed the full, heavy weight of her breast through her shirt.
"GRAB!!! PAH!!". I squeezed, and the feel of that incredible softness yielding to my grip made my cock jump painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
"Ahhnnn~ hmmmmpphh!!~". She gasped into my mouth, her hips bucking forward involuntarily, seeking contact.
"Hah~ Hah~ Hah~". We broke apart, panting, a thick string of saliva connecting our swollen lips for a second before it snapped. Her eyes were black pools of pure want; her lipstick smeared gloriously around her mouth. We stared at each other for a single, heated moment, a silent communication passing between us that screamed, 'Now. Right now.'
What followed wasn't a slow undressing; it was a frenzied, mutual shredding of barriers. My hands went to the hem of her tank top and yanked it up and over her head in one violent, fluid motion. Her hands were at my belt, fumbling with the buckle with a frantic urgency. Buttons on my shirt popped and pinged against the wall as she ripped it open. I shoved my jeans and boxers down in one go, my erection springing free, thick and veiny and angrily red.
And then she was revealed. Completely. Her breasts weren't just large; they were monumental, a breathtaking testament to her lush, mature body. They were pale and heavy, swinging slightly with her ragged breaths, crowned with dark, wide areolas the size of saucers, her nipples thick, long, and achingly erect, begging for the brutality of my tongue and teeth.
A guttural, almost pained groan tore from my throat.
"Fucking hell, Vera…GRAB!!!". My hands were on her immediately, not caressing, but claiming, possessing. I palmed the incredible, soft weight of her, squeezing, molding her glorious flesh to my hands.
I leaned down and took one stiff, pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, nipping at it with my teeth before soothing it with a flat, broad stroke of my tongue. "Schlllap. Mmmph…. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp".
Her back arched clear off the bed with a sharp, piercing cry—"¡Ay! ¡Sí! ¡Dios!"—it was more of a plea than a word, a prayer offered up to me.
It was then that her wide, lust-drunk eyes traveled down the length of my body and locked onto my cock. Her jaw actually went slack. A look of pure, unadulterated shock mixed with raw, ravenous hunger flooded her features.
"¡Santa María! Madre de Dios…" she breathed out, her voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and fear. "It's a monster… a beautiful… monstruo…".
The pride that surged through me was darker, more potent than any business success. This was a more fundamental victory.
"This," I said, my voice a dominant, low command as I fisted my hand around the base of my shaft, giving it a slow, possessive pump, "is what you please now, Vera…. This is what you worship….".
She didn't hesitate. Not for a single second. A submissive, eager nod was her only reply.
"Sí, sobrino,". she whispered,
But the familial title was now a hollow relic, a paradox that only made the moment more depraved and electric. She slid off the edge of the bed and got on her knees before me on the plush rug, the position one of total supplication.
The first touch of her tongue was reverent, experimental—a long, wet, torturous lick from the very base of my balls all the way up the throbbing vein on the underside to the dripping, sensitive tip.
"Shlurp!!...".
A shiver wracked my entire body. Then, without any further teasing, she opened her mouth wide and took the head of my cock into the scorching, wet heaven of her mouth.
"Glllk!!.... Lick…♥ Suck!!! ….Mhmmphh~". The sound was obscenely loud, a wet, gulping noise of acceptance. Her head began to bob, her technique expert and eager. Her mouth created a perfect, tight, wet vacuum around my shaft.
"Slllp-pop…. Uhhgllk!!! Slurp!? Suck" I looked down, my hands automatically fisting in her thick, dark hair, and the sight was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed: my powerful aunt, on her knees, her lips stretched obscenely wide around my girth, taking me deeper and deeper with every downward plunge of her head.
"Aaaa GUKKK!! Slllrrppp!! GUHH!! UEEKK!! Sllrrppp!! Suck! Suck!...Sllrrppp~". She deep-throated me with a practiced, eager ease that made my vision blur and my toes curl inside my boots. The sounds were a symphony of depravity, a wet, sloppy music that fueled my building climax.
"Schlick. Gulp. Gluck. Schlup. Schlup...♥"
"Oh..fuck~". My groans deepened, becoming animalistic grunts. I was no longer just letting her worship; I was using her. I began to move my hips, fucking her face in a steady, rhythmic motion, driving my entire length down her throat with each forward thrust.
She gagged violently—" Slurp!? Suck…!!!Hkkkk! Kaff!... Mhmmmm!! GUHHH!! GUKK! SSLLRRRPPPP!!!"—her body convulsing, her eyes watering instantly, tears tracing paths through her mascara.
But I held her firmly in place, my grip in her hair unyielding, and she didn't fight it. She took it, her throat muscles fluttering and spasming around my invading flesh, milking me. The intensity of the sensation was blinding.
"I'm gonna cum, Vera," I growled, the warning a harsh, guttural sound. "Take it. You're gonna take all of it…. Every last fucking drop!!."
"That's its puta! Take it!! Splurt♥Splurt splurt splurt♥". The first hot, thick rope of my release shot directly down the back of her throat.
"Mmm… Slurp!!! Gulp!" She swallowed convulsively, her throat working around me. Another powerful jet followed, and another.
"Spurt… SSpppurrrtt Gluck! Gulp!". I emptied myself into her, a seemingly endless torrent of my possession, my hips stuttering against her face as I painted her insides with my seed. She drank it all down, a devoted, perfect acolyte, until I was spent, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
I finally released my grip on her hair, and she collapsed backward onto the floor, panting and gasping for air, her chest heaving. A single, pearlescent trail of cum escaped the corner of her lips, tracing a glistening path down her chin and onto her heaving breast. She looked utterly wrecked, beautifully used. Her voice was a wrecked, raspy whisper.
"I love your cock… mijo… your taste… Dios… and, how you use me…"
But I was far from done. The sight of her, debauched and satisfied, only made the fire in my blood roar hotter, harder, hungrier. Even as she spoke, I was moving. The energy that had been momentarily spent was already coiling back, tighter and more demanding than before.
I hooked my fingers into the delicate black lace waistband of her panties and, with a single, brutal yank, tore them from her body, the fragile material shredding with a satisfying
rrrrip!
Her surprised gasp—"Ah!"—was cut short as I manhandled her onto the bed. I didn't lay her down gently; I pushed her onto her back, grabbed her thick thighs, and spread them wide, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze. She was dripping wet, her glistening folds swollen and parted, the dark, neat triangle of her pubic hair soaked with her arousal. The musky, sweet scent of her need filled the air.
I didn't tease. I didn't play. I positioned myself at her entrance, the broad, fat head of my already-hard-again cock pressing against her soaked opening. I looked into her eyes, saw the shock, the anticipation, the total surrender.
And in one powerful, deep, unending, claiming thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her scorching, impossibly tight depths.
"¡AAAAHHH! ¡SAEL!". The scream that tore from her lungs was one of pure, unadulterated, mind-shattering ecstasy.
Her orgasm was ripped from her immediately, a violent, convulsing wave that crashed over her the second I was fully sheathed. Her inner muscles clenched around me like a fist, a frantic, milking pulse that was almost painful in its intensity. Her juices gushed out around my pounding member, a flood of her release, and the sound it made as I began to move, withdrawing and slamming back home, was like a fist plunging into wet mud.
"Schhhllluck… Thwump. Schhhllluck….".
I owned her. Completely. And she is going to be my Latina Milf.