Vivianne De Silva leaned against the bar, her amber eyes scanning the room. She was at the annual family reunion, a grand affair hosted by her husband, Peter, at their sprawling estate. The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, but Vivianne’s attention was drawn to taboo and family – the young man sitting alone at a nearby table. Jimmy Michaels, her step-nephew, had grown up since she last saw him. His eyes, a striking blue, met hers, and he offered a shy smile.
“Vivianne,” Peter said, sliding an arm around her waist, “you remember Jimmy, don’t you?”
“Of course,” she replied, extending her hand. “How have you been, Jimmy?”
Jimmy stood, taking her hand in his. “I’ve been good, Aunt Vivianne. It’s nice to see you again.”
The evening wore on, and as the night deepened, Vivianne found herself drawn to Jimmy’s company, stepaunt and stepnephew. They shared stories and laughter, their connection growing with each passing moment. Peter, noticing their chemistry, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Over the next few weeks, Vivianne and Jimmy began to see each other more frequently. Their meetings started innocently enough, with coffee or lunch, but soon evolved into something more. One afternoon, Vivianne invited Jimmy over to their house while Peter was out of town on business.
Vivianne poured them both a glass of wine and led Jimmy to the living room. “I’m glad you came,” she said, her MILF voice soft.
Jimmy smiled, his eyes lingering on her. “Me too, Aunt Vivianne.”
Vivianne took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving Jimmy’s. “You know, I’ve been thinking about taboo and family with you a lot lately.”
Jimmy’s cheeks flushed. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”
Vivianne set her glass down and moved closer to him. “You’re a grown man now, Jimmy. You can call me Vivianne.”
Jimmy nodded, his breath hitching as she reached out to touch his teen cheek. “Vivianne,” he whispered.
Their lips met in a soft kiss, a spark igniting between them. Vivianne deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. Jimmy moaned softly, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
Vivianne broke the kiss, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Would you like to see my perved family bedroom?” she asked, her voice husky.
Jimmy nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Vivianne took his hand and led him up the stairs. In her bedroom, she turned to face him, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
