Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
After finishing dinner, Anna surprises Oliver by inviting him to spend the night in her bed, citing a desire for his company. Despite his internal conflict regarding their family connection, Oliver is overcome by her physical allure and the noticeable changes in his own body. As Anna prepares for bed in a revealing nightgown, she provocatively encourages Oliver to massage
Moving closer, Oliver positioned his face right against her thigh, heartened by her reaction. He met her gaze directly before pressing a series of soft kisses against her velvet skin, eventually transitioning to slow, rhythmic licks.
Anna let out a sharp gasp at the sensation. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her head fell back. Inside her chest, her heart hammered wildly, and a wave of intense heat surged through her entire frame.
While his hands wandered across her thighs in a thorough exploration, Oliver continued to dote on her legs with his lips and tongue.
Suddenly, Anna shifted her position, pulling that leg away and offering the other one to him. "You haven't overlooked this one, have you?"
"How could I ever neglect such a stunning leg? It is far too exquisite to be ignored," Oliver answered with a confident smirk, immediately turning his focus to her other limb.
Once both legs had been properly worshipped, he began to venture higher. However, just as he neared the edge of her panties, Anna retreated.
She wore a playful grin, a mischievous spark dancing in her eyes as she shook her head. "Nuh-uh... Not there. I haven't given you permission to touch that area yet."
Oliver raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "In that case... where should I focus my attention?"
Tracing a slow line around her own lips with her index finger, Anna smiled and locked eyes with him. "Right here."
Her voice had dropped into a deep, seductive register as she gave the command.
Oliver stared at her with a mix of surprise and amusement. Seeing her bold response, he realized his aunt possessed a hidden, more uninhibited side.
'It seems Aunt Anna is more than ready for some fun. This certainly makes things easier for me,' Oliver noted mentally as he watched her crawl onto the bed to straddle his lap.
She rested her palms on his shoulders and leaned in, pressing the weight of her chest against him. The warmth of her breath tickled his skin.
Anna’s fragrance was intoxicating. Beyond the pleasant scent of her lotion, she carried a natural feminine aroma that fueled Oliver's desire even further.
"Kiss me," she whispered, her lips ghosting over his.
Oliver didn't hesitate for a second, crashing his mouth against hers in a firm embrace.
His hands slid down to grip her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh tightly.
Feeling her through the thin barrier of her underwear only made him crave more; he slid his palms beneath the fabric to find her bare skin.
The contact of her smooth skin against his fingers was incredible, forcing an appreciative moan from his throat.
Anna was just as active in the encounter.
Her tongue slid past his teeth, dancing with his own and exploring every inch of his mouth.
She tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss and pouring her pent-up passion into the exchange.
Closing his eyes, Oliver felt as though he were merging with her as her soft curves molded against his body.
Eventually, Anna pulled back to catch her breath, a silver thread of saliva still linking them for a brief moment.
"I had no idea you were such a skilled kisser, Aunt Anna," Oliver teased, licking his lips after the heated session.
"Every woman has her secrets," Anna replied with a seductive smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "But you aren't so bad yourself. Now I see why Mia was constantly praising you. She shared everything with me..."
Oliver was caught off guard; he hadn't imagined his mother would discuss their private intimacy with his aunt.
"Is that why you were so keen on getting me into the bedroom tonight? Just to have your way with me?" Oliver smirked, his hands continuing to massage and knead her plump globes.
"In part, yes," Anna confessed without a hint of shame. "But you seemed quite interested yourself, considering how you kept staring. What was it that drew you in? Or was it simply because I look like your mother?"
Oliver leaned in to plant a kiss on her throat before whispering into her ear. "You're much more than just a lookalike. I find your professional, serious demeanor incredibly sexy. It makes me want to break that composure a little bit."
He caught her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently and drawing soft moans from her.
"Mmm, is that so?" Anna’s voice turned low and husky with rising lust.
Oliver’s hands traveled up her back to her shoulders. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I plan to show you exactly how attractive I find you."
He hooked his fingers under the straps of her gown, slowly sliding them down to expose her bare breasts.
Anna offered no resistance, allowing him to continue undressing her.
He cupped one breast with his free hand, squeezing gently, while trailing a path of kisses across her collarbones and cleavage, savoring the texture of her skin.
When he reached a nipple, he flicked it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Aahhh... You're very good at this," Anna moaned, her spine arching instinctively at his touch.
She tilted her head back, giving Oliver full access to her chest.
As he worked on one nipple with his tongue, Oliver pinched the other between his fingers, causing Anna to gasp in delight.
Before long, her breasts were slick with his saliva as he continued to lick and suck, relishing the taste of her.
"This feels incredible," Anna panted, lost in the sensation of him playing with her body.
Oliver kept his eyes shut the entire time, focusing solely on the exploration of her breasts with his mouth and hands.
Finally, he released her and pressed one last kiss to her neck. "Lie down for me, Aunt Anna."
