Brendan had just settled into his quiet evening when the door swung open without a knock. Aunty Helen strode in, her mature curves hugged by a silk blouse and tight skirt, radiating the kind of confidence that made the air crackle. "Surprise, nephew," she said, her voice laced with wit. "Your ex-wife mentioned you were moping around alone. Thought I'd drop by and remind you how a real woman handles things."
Brendan raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. "Helen, you always did have the worst timing. Or the best, depending on the view." She laughed, stepping closer, her eyes dropping to his lap. "Flattery won't save you. But that hard cock straining against your jeans might." The tension snapped as she pulled him into a kiss, her hands already working his belt free with assertive precision.
"On your knees for a proper welcome," Helen commanded, her tone strong and playful. Brendan complied, and she guided his mouth to her, but soon reversed, dropping to deliver a teasing blowjob that left him groaning. "Mmm, you taste like trouble," she murmured between strokes, her tongue working expertly. "Now get that cock inside me before I change my mind."
They tumbled to the couch, Helen taking charge as she straddled him, her wet pussy dripping onto his throbbing length. "Fuck, you're so hard," she panted, lowering herself with a wicked grin. "My turn to ride." Brendan thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass as she bounced, their bodies sweating and slick. "Deeper, Brendan—make my pussy clench," she demanded between sharp moans, her strong thighs controlling the rhythm.
"You're so tight and horny," he gasped, fingers digging in. Helen laughed breathlessly. "Better than your ex ever was, isn't it?" She ground down harder, her walls pulsing around him until he couldn't hold back. Brendan came hard, flooding her pussy with hot cum as she milked every drop, both of them panting and glistening.
Just as they collapsed in the afterglow, the front door clicked open. Brendan's ex-wife stood there, eyes wide but a sly smile forming. Helen didn't flinch, simply arching a brow. "Took you long enough to join the fun."
And as his ex-wife's gaze locked on their entwined bodies, a wicked invitation danced in her eyes, promising the night was far from over.
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