Johnny’s POV

I blinked awake, only to find Aunty Stella standing right by my bed—way too close.

She froze the second my eyes opened. I had to bite back a smirk.

“Aunty Stella, why are you here?” I asked, pretending to sound innocent.

“Uh—I… I just came to check if you’re comfortable,” she stammered, scratching at her head before hurrying out like the room was on fire.

I couldn’t help but chuckle under my breath. Ever since she barged into the bathroom and got an eyeful of me, she’d been acting strange. And honestly? I didn’t blame her. After sighting my mighty rod? Most women wouldn’t just forget something like that.

But she’s my mum’s best friend. Off-limits. Untouchable. At least, she should be.

Still, I know exactly what she wants. And for now, I’m enjoying playing dumb.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone. 12:45 a.m. No wonder I felt restless. I wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon, so I might as well head to the living room.

I slumped onto the couch and grabbed the remote, flicking through channels. Nothing good. Sports, news, some late-night movie I didn’t care for. I sighed, leaning back, when I suddenly heard her voice.

“Johnny…”

Aunty Stella.

She was calling from her room.

For a second, I just sat there, frozen, the sound of my name rolling off her tongue stirring something in me.

What could she possibly want at this hour?

I hesitated for a second, then pushed myself off the couch and headed down the hall. Her door was cracked open, a soft light spilling out.

I knocked lightly. “Aunty Stella… you called me?”

She looked up from the bed, sitting there in a thin nightdress that did absolutely nothing to hide her curves. For a moment, she just stared at me, like she’d forgotten what she wanted to say.

“Oh—uh, yes,” she said finally, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I… saw a spider, and i don’t like that insect, I wanted you to help me kill it,” she said scratching the back of her neck.

This woman is so funny,

“Since the spider escaped, I will head back to the living room,” I said heading out quickly.

I forced my self to watch Anime till day break and I left to my house. Aunt Stella offered to drive me home but I politely declined.

I met mum at home I greeted her and went upstairs strangely Aunt Stella thoughts refused to leave my head.

I turned on the shower, letting the cold water hit my skin, but it didn’t do a damn thing to calm me down. All I could see was her—Aunty Stella—in that nightdress, her lips parted like she wanted me to kiss her, her body trembling when my hand brushed hers.

My cock throbbed harder just from the thought. I gripped it, stroking slow at first, imagining it was her hand wrapped around me.

“Fuck…” I groaned under my breath, closing my eyes.

In my head, it wasn’t me anymore—it was her, on her knees, looking up at me with those guilty eyes while her mouth took me in. The image alone made me move faster, pumping my shaft until the pressure built up hot in my core.

It didn’t take long. With a grunt, I came hard, spilling against the tiles as waves of pleasure shot through me. My knees almost buckled from the release.

Leaning against the wall, chest heaving, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. No matter how many times I try to get her out of my system, but it’s useless.

After bathing, I picked up my phone to call Aiden. I would do anything to distract myself before I went insane. But nothing prepared me for what came next.

The door creaked open, and Mum walked into my room without knocking.

“Johnny, get dressed,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just barged in. “We’re going over to Stella’s place this evening. She invited us for dinner.”

I froze. Aunt Stella’s place!

For a second, I swear my heart skipped a beat. My cock twitched at the thought, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to keep my face neutral.

“Dinner?” I repeated, forcing a calm tone.

“Yes,” Mum said, already heading for the door. “Be ready by seven. And don’t be late.”

“But I just got back hours ago,” I said with a pretentious frown.

“You have no choice Johnny,” mum replied with a tone that left no room for argument.

As the door shut behind her, I ran a hand through my hair, a slow grin spreading across my lips.

So fate really wanted to test me, huh?

At Aunt Stella’s place, we gathered around the dining table, laden with an array of mouthwatering dishes. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meat and spiced vegetables, but my focus wavered.

Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away.

I finished my meal quickly, leaving Mom and Aunt Stella to their lively conversation. Excusing myself, I headed to the bathroom, the clink of dishes and their laughter fading behind me. After relieving myself, I was zipping up my trousers when a hand suddenly wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of electricity surging through my body. My breath caught, and I looked up to meet Aunt Stella’s gaze. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made my pulse race and my body respond instantly, hardening under her touch.

Without a second thought, I pulled her deeper into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind us. My lips crashed against hers in a desperate, heated kiss, and she matched my intensity, her tongue tangling with mine. My hands roamed, slipping beneath her thin singlet to find her nipple already taut under my fingers.

I pressed and teased, drawing a soft, throaty moan from her that sent a fresh wave of desire through me.

But I wasn’t done. With a swift motion, I turned her to face the bathtub, bending her over the smooth porcelain edge. I slid my cock into her, the sudden heat and tightness pulling a gasp from my lips.

She moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, and I quickly clamped my left hand over her mouth. If Mom heard us, we’d both be dead.

I thrust faster, each movement fueled by the thrill of the forbidden.

“Ohh, Justin, right there,” she moaned against my hand, her voice muffled but dripping with need.

“You like it, don’t you?” I growled, driving deeper, the rhythm relentless.

“Yesss—please don’t stop,” she stuttered, her body trembling beneath me.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” I shot back, punctuating my words with one deep, deliberate thrust. I pulled out, my breath ragged, and guided her to her knees. Her eyes locked onto mine as I slid my cock into her mouth, letting her taste herself.

I gripped her hair, moving mercilessly, her throat constricting around me as tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t pull away, her gaze fierce despite the intensity.

Then, a voice shattered the moment—Mom’s voice, sharp and alarmed. “What is going on here?!”