Justin’s POV

I froze as Mum stormed in, the look on her face was priceless.

“Stella, you’ve been sleeping with my son? Since when?” she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Aunt Stella stood there, speechless, her eyes wide with panic. Before she could answer, Mum charged forward, grabbed her by the arm, and delivered a stinging slap that snapped Stella’s head to the side.

“Here and now, we’re done,” Mum spat, her words final. She seized my wrist and pulled me toward the door.

“Ralia, it’s not what you think—” Stella’s voice faltered, fading into the chaos as Mum dragged me to her car.

She didn’t say a word as she sped off, the silence between us heavier than a thousand screams. I could feel her heartbreak radiating in the quiet, and it tore at me. I’d never seen her like this.

We pulled into the driveway, and Mum got out without sparing me a glance. Not a word. Not even the flicker of an eye in my direction. She headed straight inside, her silence pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.

I wanted her to say something—anything. Yell at me. Curse me. Slap me. But not this silence. Yet I didn’t dare open my mouth first. I knew how violent her temper could be when it snapped.

Dragging my feet, I slipped into the house and made my way to my room across from hers. For a moment, the stillness was unbearable. Then I heard soft, broken sobs seeping through the walls.

My chest tightened. Guilt gnawed at me. I tiptoed toward her door, gently pushing it open.

There she was. My mother. The strongest woman I knew, curled up, bawling her eyes out.

I stepped closer, my heart aching. “Mum…” I whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

But she shook my hand off violently, her tear-stained face snapping toward me.

“Johnny,” she choked, her voice raw, “how long has this been going on?”

“Mum, this is the first time, I—”

“You what?” she cut in, her words like knives. “The first time doesn’t make it any less filthy! I’m… I’m terribly disappointed in you, Johnny.”

Shame crushed me. I wished the ground would split open and swallow me whole. But it didn’t. The ground never obeys when you beg it to.

“Get out,” she whispered at first, but the coldness in her tone froze me where I stood.

“Mum, please, don’t—”

“I said get the hell out!” she roared, her voice echoing in the room.

I stumbled backward, my chest caving in, and then I ran, out of her room like a coward, her sobs echoing in my ears long after the door slammed behind me.

It’s been two days now, and Mum hasn’t spoken a word to me. Not a single one. She moves around the house like I don’t exist, but every time her eyes meet mine, that murderous glare cuts deeper than any insult could.

The silence in the house is unbearable, suffocating. So I’ve been spending more time at Aiden’s place than at home, anything to escape the weight of her disappointment pressing down on me.

This evening, as I lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling, my phone buzzed. A message.

I picked it up, my heart skipping when I saw it was from an unsaved number.

“I miss your cock. Meet me at Amasco Hotel to finish what you started.”

The words slammed into me like a drug. Heat flushed through my body, and before I could stop it, my cock hardened against the fabric of my boxers.

Aunt Stella.

She wasn’t even sorry. Not one bit remorseful. If anything, she sounded hungry.

My chest tightened with conflict. Part of me screamed to ignore her, to respect Mum, to not dig this hole any deeper than it already was. But another part of me, the darker, hungrier part, ached for her touch again, for the fire she had ignited in me.

And that part won.

Thirty minutes later, I found myself on a bus, the city lights flashing past the window, carrying me straight toward the Amasco Hotel. Toward her. Toward temptation.

Stella’s POV

Ever since Ralia caught us, I haven’t heard from her, but my body still ached shamelessly for her son.

She’d blocked me everywhere, and I missed her, I won’t lie, but I had no choice. I sat in the hotel room, waiting eagerly for him to show up.

He hadn’t replied to my text, but I clung to hope.

A soft knock landed on the door. I stood, walking confidently toward it. I turned the knob, and there he was, more breathtaking than last time. His white shirt hugged him perfectly, his jet-black hair gelled back smoothly.

I stepped aside, and he walked in, his sweet cologne filling my senses. “Hey, Aunt,” he greeted, but I locked the door and answered with a kiss.

He reciprocated, opening his mouth wide, letting my tongue explore his throat. His hands grabbed my ass, and my nipples hardened.

He guided me gently toward the bed, lifted my gown, and yanked off my red G-string. He parted my legs and bent down.

The moment his tongue touched my pussy, my mind seemed to freeze.

“Ohh… Johnny,” I whimpered, my hands fisting his hair. He devoured me hungrily, and I loved every second of it. God, this guy was good.

He pulled back, then came up, completely removing my dress. His mouth found my nipple.

“Mmm… ahh,” I moaned in ecstasy.

But he wasn’t done. He undid his belt, revealing his long, thick cock. I swallowed hard.

He positioned himself between my legs, and I arched my back in anticipation. Without warning, he plunged into me, filling me completely. I felt my pussy walls tighten around him.

He thrust hard, his hips moving in a frenzy, making my breasts bounce.

“Ah, ah, ah…” I moaned, matching the rhythm of his movements.

“You finally got what you want, huh?” he asked with a smirk, pounding me harder.

“Yesss… ahh,” I answered shamelessly, moving my hips to meet his pace.

“I’m cumming… Johnny,” I stuttered.

“Hold on, I’m almost there, baby,” he said, thrusting faster. Soon, he pulled out, spilling his cum all over my abdomen. What a bad boy.

He stood up and headed to the bathroom. After washing up, he returned.

“I need to go, Aunt Stella. Mum might be worried,” he said. I bit my bottom lip.

“Bye… Johnny,” I drawled, watching him walk out of sight.

I sighed. I had lost my friend, but I had gained a good fuck. I couldn’t wait to have him again.