I was surprised when my step-aunt Carmela Clutch called to ask if she could stay at my place for a job interview. She was always so proper, so put-together, that the idea of her staying with me seemed a bit odd, but not family taboo. But I welcomed her nonetheless, eager to help her out.
Carmela arrived the next day, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated her curves. She had a perved family confidence about her that made her seem even more attractive than I remembered. We caught up over dinner, and I could feel a tension in the air, a charged energy that was new and exciting.
“You know, Riley,” she said, her voice a low purr as she sipped her wine, “we’re not really related by blood.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
She leaned in, her eyes locked onto mine. “And I’ve always found you quite handsome. A man like you deserves to be… appreciated.”
I felt my heart race as she reached out, her hand gently touching my thigh. “Carmela, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “What do you think I’m doing, Riley? I’m seducing you.”
I felt a rush of heat between my legs as she stood up, her hand still on my thigh. She leaned down and kissed me, her lips soft and inviting. I kissed her back, our tongues meeting in a passionate dance. She tasted like wine and desire, and I was hooked.
She broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Come with me, stepaunt and stepnephew” she said, leading me to my bedroom. She turned to face me, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra that pushed her breasts up and out. I groaned and stepped closer, my hands reaching out to cup her breasts. She let out a soft moan as I squeezed them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples.
“You like that family taboo, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
I nodded, my mouth finding hers again as I unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out into my hands. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it while my hand worked on the other. Carmela moaned and arched her back, pressing herself into my touch.
She reached down and unzipped my pants, her hand wrapping around my cock through my boxers. I groaned and broke the kiss, my head falling back as she stroked me. She smiled and dropped to her knees, looking up at me with those wicked eyes as she pulled my cock out and took it into her mouth.
I gasped, my hands going to her head as she sucked me, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She took me deep, her nose pressing against my stomach as she moaned. I could feel her throat working, her tongue licking and teasing me. I was in heaven.
I pulled her up and spun her around, bending her over the bed. I spread her ass apart, my cock already slick with her saliva as I rubbed it against her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against me, eager for more. I slid into her, her pussy tight and wet around my cock.
I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her hips as she moaned and begged for more. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She came with a cry, her body shaking as her pussy clenched around me.
I pulled out and flipped her over, her legs wrapping around my waist as I slid back into her. She moaned and kissed me, her hands running through my hair as I fucked her. I could feel another orgasm building, and I pulled out just in time, coming all over her face and tits. She was moaning and licked her lips, looking up at me with a satisfied smile.
“You’re amazing, Riley,” she said, her voice breathless. “I hope I have many more family taboo job interviews.”
