Eugene, a curious and cute 18-year-old boy, was looking out the window at the snow-covered street. The end of the year festivities were just hours away and the anticipation in the air was palpable. His aunt Megan, a kind-hearted but slightly eccentric woman, had been hanging around the house all day, preparing the New Year's Eve dinner she had planned. Her enthusiasm was contagious and Eugene couldn't help but feel a tingle of joy as he thought of the delicious food and the new people they were about to welcome into their lives.
The boy was blonde and petite, his thin, pink lips were the perfect complement to his innocent blue eyes. His slim body was handsome and his ass was bubbly and round like a girl's. Often, certain men, and women; dedicated compliments to his butt that Eugene didn't understand. The dinner was meant to welcome the gorgeous neighbor who had just moved to the block, a big-assed, busty ebony Brazilian woman who lived alone, and aunt Megan, showing off her good hospitality, insisted her they all should spend New Year's Eve together.
The little boy looked at her with curiosity, not only because of her beauty, but because of the mystery that surrounded her. Ítamara was her name and she was 36, from the first moment she saw him with a mischievous gesture that intimidated him a little, like those other women who complimented his small, round butt. In general he felt very comfortable with the lovely woman, who on occasions before that day had rubbed 'accidentally' her hands on his buttocks when bending down to hug him when saying goodbye. Eugene liked the feeling of that innocent touch, or the warmth and firmness of her breasts against his as she pressed him against her body.
The moment arrived and the boy took a shower and his aunt helped him put on the tuxedo that she gifted him for his birthday. Walking down the stairs, Eugene could smell the delicious fragrance emanating from the kitchen. The table was already set with plates full of food, candles lit and wine glasses shining in the room. His aunt Megan, nervous and excited, welcomed the beautiful and exuberant Ítamara, who was wearing a tight red dress that highlighted her heart-stopping curves, an open and deep cleavage that exposed her big tits and the loose hair that fell in cascades of black curls over her shoulders.
While his aunt welcomed the neighbor with two kisses on the cheek, Eugene couldn't help but stared the sexy mulata's impressive cleavage. His eyes fixed on the nipples that peeked through the fabric of the dress and his mind began to fly high. Without realizing it, his jaw dropped a little and his breathing became labored. Sensing the boy's gaze, Ítamara gave him a mischievous smile that sent a shiver through him. She knew the boy was not immune to her charm, and she liked that. She handed a bottle of wine to her hostess and crouched slowly in front of him, her cleavage even more pronounced, and said in a soft tone, "Handsome and perfect for the most magical night of the year," then gave him a hug that allowed him to feel her tits against his chest once more. Itamara's hands descended from his back to his buttocks, gently squeezing his goodies, making him blush.
"Round and soft, huh, pretty boy," the neighbor whispered, tickling his nose and giving his ass another gentle squeeze. Eugene blushed even more, he didn't know what to say, and in his innocent confusion, he just nodded with a shy smile. Aunt Megan, who was already in the kitchen, did not see the seductive exchange, concentrated on finishing the preparation of dinner.
During dinner, the conversation was cheerful and free-flowing, filling the room with the sound of laughter and clinking plates. Megan, who was an exceptional cook, had a weakness for drink and after the typical polite comments with the neighbor, she served glass after glass to the beautiful guest; who only took small sips from her glass. With each sip, the aunt's self-control faded and her speech became more and more carefree. As the night progressed, the sexual tension between the Brazilian seductress and the innocent boy was palpable, even Megan, with her mind dulled by wine, could notice something curious happening between her and her nephew.
"You... you two... seem so... sooo... cool, isn't my ne-nephew cute?" Megan stammered, her eyes shiny and her smile slightly crooked. She had drunk too much, and the little one; in order not to be embarrassed one more time, he went to the couch to watch TV while the two adults continued with the conversation. The chat became relaxed and full of laughter, the jokes became suggestive and aunt Megan did not stop refilling the glass of the neighbor, who drank little, attentively watching the hen of the house lower her guard further, leaving the hungry vixen a clear path to the chick on the couch.
Megan stood up, staggering, and said she was going to make dessert. "You should rest, dear," Itamara suggested with a cautious smile, "I'll take care of everything." She noticed the opportunity and she was all in for it. Aunt Megan, shaking her index finger playfully, leaned on the table.
"I know, I know," Megan murmured in a cheerful tone, "But... dinner not over... w-without dessert... delicious." She walked away from the table, losing a little balance, and Ítamara couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Her plan seemed to be without flaws.
She put her arm around her shoulders and between laughter and incoherent comments Ítamara led her to the couch, both of them walking shaky from one side to another. With effort she let her fall to the side of the sofa and it didn't take long for Megan to snore. Eugene and Ítamara laughed quietly staring at her.
The neighbor sat in the middle, cornering her little prey against the other end of the couch. The room was filled with Megan's snoring and Eugene felt more anxious with the proximity of the busty Brazilian. His eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to meet the gaze of the seductive woman sat next to him.
Ítamara looked with the corner of her eye at the child with an enigmatic smile on her full lips, they were alone and the night was young. The TV was showing a Christmas soap opera that neither of them were interested in, but Eugene intended to watch it with the intensity of someone trying to escape reality. The neighbor approached slowly, her jasmine scent filling the air, and took the remote control. With a click, the screen turned off, leaving them almost in darkness but a lonely light in the table in front of them.
The boy was startled when he felt the screen turn off and the warmth of the neighbor's breath in his ear. "When mother hen sleeps, the fox and the chick will play," Ítamara whispered in an tone that made him feel strange and curious at the same time. Eugene did not move, breathing heavily, feeling Itamara's hands resting gently on his inner thigh. The sensation was unknown, and adrenaline began to course through his veins.
The boy was startled when he felt the screen turn off and the warmth of the neighbor's breath in his ear. "When mother hen sleeps, the fox and the chick play," Ítamara whispered in an accent that made him feel strange and curious at the same time. Eugene did not move, breathing heavily, feeling Itamara's hands that rested gently on his inner thigh. The sensation was unknown, and adrenaline began to course through his veins.
"Why are you nervous, kid?" the woman said softly, caressing the boy's cheek with her other hand. "Don't you like to play?" Eugene swallowed, unable to respond. The pressure of her fingers on his thigh intensified and began to slide up, getting dangerously close to his crotch. The child's innocent gaze met the neighbor's, who was now a mass of shadow in the darkness, her eyes shining with a desire he did not understand.
Ítamara noticed his confusion and smiled. "Don't be afraid, I'm just... caressing you," she whispered, sliding her finger up the zipper of Eugene's pants. The boy's heart accelerated at an alarming rate, and he couldn't help but gasp slightly as he felt her hand caress his inner thigh again and went down past his crotch, as if seeking to reach down to his ass. The neighbor, sensing the excitement that was growing in the boy, moved a little more, her leg touching Eugene's.
"I'm sure this isn't the first time they've told you that you have a nice butt... but it will be the first time you'll enjoy because of it," she whispered in Eugene's ear, her hot breath running over the boy's face who could no longer contain himself. The neighbor moved gracefully, her leg wrapped around his, separating his legs and giving her complete access to his private parts. The child's heart was beating uncontrollably, his breathing was becoming more and more agitated, he felt his little bird waking up to the touch of the mature and expert hand that caressed him over his clothes.
Ítamara was like an octopus, at one moment he felt her hands in one place and then she had them in another. Before he realized it, she had unbuttoned his white shirt, her nails running over his soft skin, tickling him, caressing him softly, and his neck prickled with pleasure. Her thumb circled on Eugene's nipple, which reacted immediately, hardening and giving him goosebumps. The sensitivity of his chest was unusual, and the electrical contact that arose between their skin awakened a desire that the boy never thought he could feel.
She overwhelmed his senses, her touch was soft and cautious, and every caress she gave him on his chest made him feel ticklish and a warmth that spread throughout his being. Aunt Megan continued snoring next to them, completely oblivious to what was happening. Eugene's excitement was evident, and his heavy breathing mixed with the gasps he was trying to contain.
"That soft skin of yours is a delight," the neighbor commented, her mouth getting closer and closer to the boy's. Eugene, who couldn't believe what was happening, felt his mouth dry and his heart beating a thousand miles an hour. The mulata woman's hands slid over his stomach, caressing every inch of his skin, soft and warm, her expert and gentle touch causing him to feel strangely hot and sweaty. The tuxedo already bothered him, it felt too tight, but he didn't want her to notice his excitement.
One of her hands pulled him towards her and, letting out a lustful giggle, Ítamara pressed her lips onto Eugene's. The kiss was soft at first, sweet and tempting, with the intention of completing the seduction that was already taking over the place. The boy did not even resist, allowing himself to let go in the current that was dragging him to unknown terrain. His lips opened slowly, allowing the neighbor to introduce her tongue, which played with his, making him feel things he had never imagined.
Her other free hand undid his belt, and Eugene's pants and underwear slid down his legs with some urgency and clumsiness, exposing his childish penis. The neighbor gently took it between her fingers, and the boy gasped into her mouth as he felt the sensation of being touched there by someone who was not his aunt. She giggled in the middle of the kiss, her fingers playing with his little thing, slowly making it grow to its maximum, almost 6 cms. Her hand cupped his peepee and nuts completely, feeling the soft touch of his throbbing sex. Eugene was now out of his mind, he couldn't think of anything but the sensual woman who kissed and touched him non-stop.
"What a cute little thing," the neighbor hissed, caressing the boy's penis, "but... what I really like is a little further down..."
Her hand slowly descended down his small scrotum to his perineum, stopping at his asshole, which tensed as he felt her fingers caressing his sphincter. Eugene gasped at the touch and they both looked into each other's eyes, arousal shining in their dilated pupils. The neighbor smiled lustfully, "this... this is the threshold to paradise," she whispered, her finger sliding over the skin around his anal hole. Eugene became erratic, his eyes filled with confusion and desire. "Tonight... your eyes will see stars, as I pump love into you," she continued, her finger pressing gently but no intention of penetrating, yet.
The tension was palpable in every corner of the room. Eugene's breathing became even more agitated as he felt the warmth of the neighbor's finger that began to play with his hole, his skin shivered and the sensitivity he felt was unsuspected. No one had ever touched him there and the sensation was strange, unknown, and at the same time exciting. The neighbor, who noticed his reaction, came even closer, her mouth kissing his neck, her lips running over the boy's soft skin. "Do you like it, honey?" Ítamara whispered, her warm breath in his ear. "Do you like me touching you there?"
Eugene couldn't respond, the combination of the kiss and her finger playing with his ass was too intense. His breathing became labored and he looked at her, nodding frantically with his mouth open. The neighbor smiled, her lips glistening with saliva, her finger moving in circles and occasionally putting pressure against his tight little hole. "Easy, baby," she whispered, "Let's enjoy the night. This eve of anal pleasure is only the beginning."
Their intertwined legs separated. Ítamara placed his left leg on her thigh and the other remained on the armrest of the sofa, in this way Eugene was lying on his lower back and at the mercy of the lustful woman. She put her thumb in her mouth and sucked lewdly, looking at the boy with a mischievous smile before massaging his anus again with her saliva-soaked thumb. The boy arched as he felt the wet, warm pad of her thumb begin to gently push his hole, his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure and surprise.
"Here we go, my little chick," Ítamara murmured, her thumb sliding more and more easily thanks to the saliva that moistened it. "You're going to feel what it's like to be deflowered by a lady." Her thumb entered slowly, the boy moaned softly. The neighbor knew that she had to be patient, the path to anal pleasure was not to be taken lightly, so she stopped for a moment, allowing him to get used to the invasion.
Eugene didn't know what to think. The sensation was strange, a combination of pleasure and minor discomfort. The neighbor noticed his tension and whispered in his ear, "Let go, my love, because a good finger in your ass will make you feel things you don't know." As the tension faded, the neighbor's thumb began to slowly move inside him, carefully exploring his insides. Each movement was soft and delicate, and Eugene was surprised by how good it felt. He gasped again, and his gaze stayed fixed on his crotch, he could only see the neighbor's arm move slowly, working her thumb into him.
Ítamara knew that it would be impossible for him to resist the newly awakened desire he felt in his ass. Her thumb was now rotating in circles, widening the little hole and preparing the ground for her grand entrance. Eugene was panting, his hands gripping the armrest and her lap, trying to hold back the pleasure that overcame him. The neighbor noticed the boy already felt comfortable with the situation, his perfectly dilated ass received each rotation with pleasure, making her feel the warmth and tightness of his interior.
"Mhmm... that's a good boy," the neighbor whispered, whose excitement was starting to consume her. Her thumb continued its dance, awakening in Eugene sensations he had never imagined. The pressure inside him became more and more intense, and his breathing turned more labored. The boy felt trapped, unable to move away, wondering if this would only get better. And she could see it in his face and acted accordingly.
She slowly pulled her thumb out of the boy's ass and the asshole was left throbbing and open. She looked at him while she put her index and middle finger in her mouth, moistened them with her saliva, and returned to the task. With the skill of a seductress who had mastered the art of anal penetration, she shoved them slowly. Eugene trembled with pleasure, his eyes widened and his mouth made a sound that was half gasp, half scream of pleasure. The neighbor stopped, her smile widening, "Do you like it, baby boy?"
The boy nodded, his face red with excitement, the neighbor continued penetrating, one centimeter at a time, dilating the boy's asshole; which perfectly adjusted to the new thickness of her two fingers. His eyes closed, and his lips trembled, enjoying the exquisite anal massage the neighbor administered to him. She didn't stop, her fingers moving confidently, stretching the boy's sphincter a little more with each movement. Eugene felt his ass filled with the neighbor's sensual presence, who seemed to read his reactions and adjust to his rhythm. He didn't even remember his drunk aunt was lying on the same couch, he just moaned and enjoyed the pleasure the neighbor gave him no matter how risky the situation was.
She repeated the circular movement again, caressing the inner walls of Eugene's ass, which tensed and relaxed in time with the sensual caress. "Do you want me to continue, honey?" Ítamara asked into the boy's ear, who couldn't even articulate words, only nod frantically. The neighbor smiled and continued, her index and middle fingers moving in and out faster, creating a void and filling his insides, awakening every fiber of his being that asked for more.
"Another... another finger... please..." Eugene panted breathily, his ass clenching around the neighbor's fingers moving inside. The neighbor purred and inserted a third finger, her smile widening as she felt the resistance presented to her give way a little more. "Your inner slut is starting to come out," she said morbidly, "soon it will be my cock that will make you scream in ecstasy."
The neighbor's three fingers were now moving deep inside his ass, and Eugene couldn't believe what he felt. He would never have imagined that anal penetration could be so good, each movement made him feel a wave of pleasure that ran through his back and his little bird writhed inertly in his groin. The neighbor stopped for a moment, her fingers buried deep inside him and looked him in the eyes, "Do you want my big cock in your little hole, naughty boy?" the child nodded with a sigh, longing for something bigger in his cavity.
The neighbor smirked and got up from the sofa, the silhouette of her figure in the darkness was impressive. She let the straps of her dress fall, her skin glowing in the dim light, showing off her big tits and hard, dark nipples, the garment immediately sliding down her hips. She returned to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of olive oil that Megan used for cooking. "This... will work perfectly," she said, with a perverted glint in her eye.
Telling him to gather their clothes, they left Megan snoring on the couch and locked themselves in Eugene's room. The neighbor approached the bed, already naked, her skin shining softly with the light coming through the window. She took the olive oil and gently smeared it on her shaft, which was already erect, hard and veiny, with the anxiety of the approaching penetration. The boy watched dumbly and with his mouth slightly open at the huge black cock that stood before his eyes, around 8 inches. Excitement took over his face when he saw the whole picture of her.
Ítamara made him lie face up on the bed, his legs apart and his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman who held one of his ankles in the air and the other hand guided her thick anaconda to his sphincter, which was pulsing in anticipation. Eugene's breathing became heavy, he couldn't believe everything that had happened and what was about to happen. She climbed on top of him, her breasts increasingly within reach of his face, her penis inches away of his tight treasure.
"Happy New Year, little slut chick," the woman murmured with a lust-filled smile, and carefully, she aligned herself with his virgin asspussy. Eugene swallowed, his heart pounding. His ass would never be the same again.
The neighbor looked intensely into his eyes. "There it goes, it will hurt at first," she said, and with a slow, slimy, smooth thrust, Ítamara began to push her schlong into the boy's tight ass. Eugene gasped as he felt the tip of her penis push gently, the sensation was different from her fingers, the pressure was greater and the penetration felt both sharp and burning, in addition to feeling her enormous girth break through and leave him speechless. The neighbor looked at him with eyes eager for desire, her face full of concentration, ensuring the deflowering was as smooth and delicate as possible. His face was a poem of sensations and gestures that made him feel the sweet agony of anal pleasure in its genesis.
The boy writhed slightly beneath her, his hands clutching the huge woman slowly descending on and into him. Every inch that entered was a wave of anguishing pleasure and burning, his eyes closed and opened at intervals, Ítamara nodded slowly and without haste, she nailed her rod in her neighbor's small virgin asshole, which stretched and adapted to the circumference of the phallus that invaded it. She gasped, enjoying the tight rectum her cock was about to rearrange.
"Aahh... Í-Ítamara..." Eugene gasped, his rectum practically filled with cock and clenching around her member. The neighbor smirked, she knew he was hers, that New Year's Eve would be night Eugene would turn into an insatiable anal lover. "It's almost there, baby, you're taken it wonderfully," she whispered, her oil-soaked cock sliding effortlessly in and out of the boy's ass, seeking to hollow his insides to fill him completely.
When her cock was completely inside, the neighbor stopped for a moment, allowing him to get used to the sensation of being penetrated. The boy gasped, his arms wrapped around her torso, his sweaty face showing less discomfort. "Now, let's enjoy," she said, beginning to pump slowly, her cock moving in and out of the boy's ass.
Eugene opened his mouth in a silent grimace as he felt the neighbor begin to move, her cock sliding inside him. Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure, the feeling of fullness it gave him was unmatched to nothing he ever felt. The neighbor moved her hips at a slow pace, allowing him to enjoy the penetration without the pain taking over. His eyes met those of the ebony woman, who was smirking at him, enjoying the pleasure she was delivering to him.
"Isso... isso... like that my boy, take my whole cock," the neighbor smirked, gradually picking up the pace, Eugene's face a masquerade of pleasure and amazement. The boy moaned more and more, his ass squeezing and releasing the neighbor's shaft, which moved with precision and dominance into him. The room was filled with the slimy sound of Itamara's pecker pumping into the boy's hole. The neighbor moved non-stop, her tits swaying close to his face, with each thrust giving a soft tremor that was transmitted to the bed. Eugene was overcome by pleasure, surrendered to the will of the neighbor who made him feel things he had never imagined. The night was long and his fresh, pink ass promised hours of pleasure for the lustful Brazilian.
His face tensed and relaxed with each thrust, the neighbor looked into his eyes, her pupils dilated with desire, "Do you like my cock inside you, baby chicken?" the boy's breathing hitched, his hands gripped the sheet, "Y-yes..." was all he could manage to say. "Do you want it harder?" the woman smiled and cupped the boy's face, kissing his lips passionately, "Beg, honey, beg me to fuck you deeper. Beg me to break your ass all night long."
Eugene gasped, "please... please..." his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, "harder..." the neighbor giggled softly, her thrusts becoming faster and deeper, his boypussy pulsating as he endured the fierce ramming of the woman's shaft. The bed creaked non-stop, the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, Ítamara fucked the boy without contemplation, enjoying every inch of his hot hole. Her pelvis collided harshly against his rear and the little boy did not hold his cries of pleasure.
"Aahh... haahh... ooohh..." Eugene yelled out, each thrust from the neighbor making him feel like his ass would be stretched out for life. She was insistent, her every movement was a cyclone of sensations that elicited sounds that the child did not know he could emit. The neighbor swelled the pace, her cock throbbing inside his cavity, the walls of his rectum adapted to the huge intruder and the pleasure clouded his eyes.
They changed places and now Ítamara was laid on the bed and the boy was shaking his booty on her cock. She guided his movements with both hands on his buttocks, making him rise and fall frantically, matching her own breathing with each thrust. Her girlcock sank deep into the kid, Eugene gasped and shivered, enjoying every inch of Ítamara. Eugene was no longer the innocent child he was, he now knew what anal pleasure was.
Keeping her hands on his butt, she planted her feet deep on the mattress and raised her knees, then wrapped her arms around his slim torso, pressing him against her voluptuous figure. Ítamara began to penetrate him with a fast, hard and deep rhythm, her balls colliding against his buttocks every time her cock sank into his gaping hole. Eugene couldn't believe the feeling of being ravished like that, his asspussy rammed hard by that huge cock thrusting deep, the harsh slaps of their flesh could be heard above the screams of raw lust. The neighbor noticed how the little boy bit his lips and rolled his eyes, enjoying that rough nailing that made him feel like heaven on earth.
"What a good whore you are... I'm going to fuck your ass like the horny bitch you are," the neighbor murmured, her eyes shining with satisfaction. The rhythm became wild, her cock penetrating without rest, each thrust making him feel the tip of her penis deep inside his bowels. The boy panted nonstop, his face red with pleasure and effort. He would never have imagined that night would end this way, with the neighbor dominating his ass with such ease and fucking him mercilessly.
He bounced on her cock without any self-control, simply chasing something he didn't know what it was yet, but that ran along his lower back and genitals. Each thrust was precise and stimulated his special point, Eugene's moans were louder and could be heard throughout the house, he was no longer just shaking from the intensity of her thrusting, something else provoked it and her thick black dick had something to do with it.
He was reaching his climax. She sensed it from the way his body responded to her shoves and that's why she swelled the pace. The boy writhed, possessed by lust, seeking an end and mitigate that desire that burned inside him and Ítamara had awakened. "Ooohhh... nyaaaahhh!!!" Eugene roared, his face contorted, his sphincter tightening around the neighbor's penis, who felt every muscle in his intestine clench and loose around her prick. It was his anal orgasm, the sensation was indescribable for Eugene, his ass tightened around the cock that did not stop penetrating it, trying in vain to make her reach orgasm but Ítamara knew how to control her spasms, his own little weewee twitched between their bodies, the friction increasing the sensations that overwhelmed the child.
She stayed balls deep in him, Eugene defeated and sweaty over her curvy body while Ítamara caressed his hair, his sticky prize was still missing. She looked at him grinning, cupping his cheeks to kiss him passionately.
"W-wow… that was… crazy," Eugene gasped after the kiss, impressed and trying to understand what happened to his body.
"That was an anal orgasm, darling. There is nothing better, perhaps several anal orgasms," Ítamara said, licking his neck sensually and biting his lips.
It took the little boy several minutes to regain his strength after the anal orgasm and the woman made him bend over the mattress, his feet on the floor. With his buttocks upward, she took his arms from behind and resumed the ass fucking with a slow and steady rhythm, while commenting to the boy how gorgeous his ass looked stretched around her big black cock.
Eugene couldn't believe the sensation, his ass still throbbing from the previous orgasm was penetrated again, the neighbor didn't seem to get tired. His bumhole was sored and loose, still each thrust of her dick made his face twist into a grimace of pleasure. She moved without haste, enjoying every moan and clench of her little slut, pushing back his buttocks in time with the rhythm she set.
Ítamara soon dropped his arms and held his waist, so she could penetrate him even deeper. Eugene moaned, his face buried in the mattress as she pounded his ass with long, deep thrusts. Ítamara felt her orgasm coming, her large testicles tightening in her sack as the tip of her penis reached the bottom of his rectal cavity. "The fox is about to fill your ass with cum, baby," she growled, fucking his brains out with her fast pace.
Her cock throbbed inside him, and Eugene could feel the heat of her cum flooding his guts. The neighbor let out a roar of satisfaction, squeezing his buttocks around her shaft and then grabbing his hair, pulling hisnhead back against her abdomen. "Isso, you're a good boy, take all my cum," she moaned, filling his bowels with warm, thick cum. The boy gasped, the sensation of being filled was too much, his own peak reached and he had a second anal orgasm in unison, leaving him exhausted and spent; lying on the mattress while she remained inside him, making his rectum white and hot.
"What a nice boypussy you have," the neighbor gasped, her cock still pulsing in his asshole. Eugene could feel the neighbor's jizz deep inside him, filling every inch of his anal cavity. The neighbor smiled, lowering her face and kissing the back of the boy's neck. "Did you like playing with the hungry fox, my pretty little chick?"
With the cock still lodge in, Eugene nodded, his eyes closed and face against the mattress, he couldn't believe what just happened. His mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion, his senses were numbed, the touch of the neighbor's skin against his back felt heavenly, her smell of perfume and sex, the sticky noise of spunk inside him. His body and mind melting together in her pool of lust.
"Yes... it was... it was incredible," Eugene gasped, still with the neighbor's cock inside. Ítamara smirked, rubbing her body against his back. "You're now addicted to my cock, pretty boy," she mumbled, as the boy's breathing relaxed. "Happy fucking New Year, Eugene," she giggled and wrapped her arms around the satisfied infant.
Of course they fucked hard the rest of the night while aunt Megan slept heavily on the couch and only the first rays of the sun made them stop. The aunt woke up dazed and hungover after noon, finding her neighbor Ítamara in the kitchen offering a cup of coffee and food.
"I'm sorry, dear, I think I was really tired last night and with drank a little more than I use to, did I miss something?" Megan asked, seeming confused and bewildered when she saw her kind neighbor in the kitchen. Ítamara smiled kindly.
"Nothing to worry about, Megan," the neighbor responded with charming tone, "I let you rest on the couch and took your nephew to his room to sleep." Her words suggested that the night had passed was nothing unusual. Megan smiled in relief and took the cup of coffee, grateful for the kind attention.
"Thank you for taking care of Eugene," Megan said, still unaware that the night before her nephew not only didn't get any rest, but he was assfucked like a horny whore. The neighbor gave her a smile full of double meaning, "whenever you want, dear. It was my pleasure, for real."
The End.