Mira's cry ripped through the room as Eren only smirked.
"The itch's here?" he asked, hands sliding up to her breasts and squeezing them firmly.
"Wr–wrong hole, Eren!" Mira gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to steady herself.
Eren just smirked wider, pushing deeper. The tip of his shaft slipped in first, then slowly more followed, inch by inch. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the side of her neck in a deep, slow kiss before his teeth grazed her skin.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as her tightness clamped around him, resisting, squeezing his shaft as he pressed further inside.
"It's the right hole, Aunt Mira," Eren growled, voice low and certain. "You just haven't learned to recognize it yet."
He thrust forward without warning.
Mira cried out, a yelp bursting from her lips as one hand shot upward—grasping for something—only to clutch at empty, damp air.
"Aangh, Eren!" her voice echoed through the room, sharp and trembling.
Eren grunted, pulling back, then driving in again. Her ass clenched tight, resisting every inch, refusing to let him in without a fight.
Each thrust was deliberate—forceful—parting the tight walls of flesh that tried to keep him out.
"I'm right here, Aunt," he murmured through gritted teeth, pressing deeper.
Mira cried out again as another thrust rocked through her. Eren's hand slid up, gripping her neck firmly from behind.
"You're going to enjoy this even more than last time," he murmured, voice low and rough.
Mira let out a sound somewhere between protest and moan, but Eren didn't ease up.
Before him knelt a woman full of contradictions—an infuriating temptress, an 'aunt', yet so perfectly built. Big and fleshy in all the right ways, her body was healthy rather than soft with excess. Her waist was slim, her breasts full and heavy, bouncing with every thrust. Her ass clapped against his hips, cheeks bobbing and rippling in time with each impact of his waist against hers.
A milf in every sense of the word.
Eren grunted as he drove deeper into her, his hand sliding down from her neck, trailing lower until it cupped her ass. Both hands spread her wide, his thumbs pressing against her ring, tugging at the tight flesh to make more space. He forced a finger in alongside his cock, stretching her further, prying her open bit by bit.
Mira only groaned in reply, her body trembling as slick arousal spilled freely from her soaked pussy—already pushed past the edge from the relentless stimulation.
But Eren didn't stop. One orgasm wasn't enough—not for her, and definitely not for him.
He intended to give her everything—his cock plunging deep, his sac slapping loudly against her ass, his fingers stretching her hole wider as it quivered in revolt.
This wasn't just indulgence—it was a transaction. An exchange of raw pleasure with his aunt, right here inside the damp bathroom.
His fingers kept working, stretching her, pushing deeper as her asshole quivered violently—resisting against his intrusion, yet, it didn't matter.
Eren kept going.
He pushed harder—her ass clenched and quivered around him, each thrust echoing with lewd, wet claps as his shaft sank deeper. Every schlk of movement sent a strange frenzy through Mira's body—her womb trembling, her pussy beneath twitching helplessly.
Yet nothing filled that slick, aching heat below. It quivered on its own, releasing gush after gush of fluid as if begging—pleading—for something to enter. It was a body's silent cry, a desperate invitation for relief.
But Eren didn't care.
Even Mira, lost in the storm, couldn't tell if it was her pussy pleading or her ass convulsing in revolt. All she knew— all she could feel—was the relentless frenzy inside her ass. The thick intrusion of Eren's shaft, dominated her body and mind alike, until every nerve sang with raw, unrelenting pleasure.
As she finally gave in, shagging forward, letting it consume her whole.
Her chest sagged forward as Eren pressed down against her back. Her arms finally gave out, palms slipping across the wet floor. Only her hips remained raised—held up by Eren's fingers hooked inside her, tugging and pulling.
Her body responded on its own, hips tilting higher, arching back toward him—silent, instinctive, almost pleading to be made more breedable. Each relentless thrust of Eren's hips sent a clap echoing through the room, his skin smacking against hers in a merciless rhythm.
And Mira—she couldn't do anything else but take it. Her body yielded, opening itself wider, creating space for him, gasping under the pressure. In that haze she found herself asking—without words—for her own nephew to fill her, to ravage her completely.
Heat surged through her hole until it spilled out—Mira squirted hard, her waist trembling in desperate spasms every few moments as wave after wave of climax tore through her.
But still, the thrusts didn't stop. Eren only drove harder, pressing down against her, his cock pounding into her tight ass with unrelenting force.
Lewd, wet sounds filled the bathroom in a frenzied rhythm as his shaft plunged in and out, each stroke dragging more pleasure, more helpless release from her trembling body.
Mira lay slumped beneath him, gasping, her body limp and quivering.
Eren thrust into her—hard, fast—his own breath ragged, each movement dragging a shudder from her throat, as his cock pulsed with heat. He was deep in it now—mind hazy, lost in the friction, in the overwhelming tightness of her backhole—that seemed to draw more out of him.
His shaft swelled, bloating thicker inside her, the pressure growing by the second. Mira cried out, her voice breaking as her asshole stretched wider, forced into a canal for his growing size.
Tears streamed from her eyes—pain or pleasure? She couldn't tell.
All she knew was one terrifying, thrilling truth: if Eren could swell this big, he could go even bigger.
And her body—helpless, trembling—could only brace for it. Her breath hitched, tears flowing as her mind fixated on one unbearable anticipation: the sharp, consuming pain of being stretched even more.
The thought hit her like a truck—another orgasm tearing through her. Not from pain alone, but from the twisted anticipation of the pleasure that pain promised. Her waist quivered violently, clenching and releasing, contracting with every surge.
She writhed across the floor, body jerking, trembling uncontrollably as the climax consumed her. Behind her, Eren held her hips like a ragdoll, forcing them upward, keeping her arched and open. Her orgasm shook through her—yet even through the painful haze, Mira's body only begged for more. She only waited for the next wave of orgasm to crash over her—again—anticipating.