Just then, someone entered my field of vision.
It was our next-door neighbor, a gorgeous milf who lived right next door beside our family for many years.
She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, carrying herself with the confidence and elegance of a mature woman.
She had a thick mane of fiery red, ginger-colored hair that fell perfectly around her shoulders.
Her eyes were a deep, piercing black which stood out against her fair complexion.
She was wearing a tight blue sundress that stopped at her knees, but it did nothing to hide the fact that she had a lethal hourglass figure.
The thin fabric clung to her every curve, outlining her large breasts and the way her hips flared out giving her a refined yet casual appearance that suited the warm weather perfectly.
As she walked closer, she carried herself with effortless confidence and grace. The gentle sway of her blue sundress with each step naturally drew attention, making it easy to see why she was considered an attractive woman.
She stood right beside me, her presence filling the small space, and smiled warmly, her voice smooth and gentle.
"Hello, Arthur. Good morning."
I returned the smile.
"Good morning, Aunt Aria."
"How have you been?"
The inherited memories quickly supplied the details about her.
Her name was Aria. She was a close family friend and our next-door neighbor, having lived beside us for many years. She was happily married, and her husband held a senior position at one of the city’s major companies.
She also had a daughter around my age.
Coincidentally, she would be starting her first year at the same university as me the following week.
Our families had always been close. We’d visited each other’s apartments countless times over the years for dinners, holidays, and casual gatherings, just as many friendly neighbors did.
Because of that, running into one another in the hallway and exchanging a few words had become part of our daily routine.
"I’m doing well," I replied. "How about you?"
"Oh, the usual," Aria answered with a soft laugh. "Just running a few errands while the apartment’s nice and quiet."
We chatted casually about everyday things—the pleasant weather, the beginning of the university semester, and how quickly time seemed to pass.
The conversation flowed naturally, neither of us in any hurry as we waited for the elevator.
After a few minutes, the elevator arrived with a crisp ting, and the doors slid open to reveal the empty car.
As the doors closed and the elevator began its descent, silence settled between us.
If I’m going to figure out how this world’s customs really work... I need to start somewhere.
My mind was already racing with all the ways I wanted to fuck her, but first, I needed to break her in.
From everything I’d seen and heard since waking up, the inherited memories seemed to be telling the truth.
Still...
I wanted to confirm it for myself.
We descended in silence for a moment before I glanced at her.
"So," I asked casually, "where are you headed this morning?"
She turned to me and offered a sweet, gentle smile. "Just to the supermarket down the street for some groceries, Arthur."
"We’re running low on groceries."
"I see."
I nodded thoughtfully.
After a brief pause, my expression grew more serious.
She blinked, her smile faltering as she sensed the sudden shift in the air. Her confusion turned to shock as I spoke.
"Lift your skirt and hold it up with both hands, Aunt Aria."
"Eh...?" A stunned gasp escaped her lips.
She froze, completely caught off guard, staring at me as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.
I let my brow furrow, feigning a flash of sharp irritation. I dropped the honorific, making my voice cut through the small space like a knife.
"Aria. Did you not hear my command? I told you to lift your skirt up and show me your panties."
Her face exploded into a deep, burning crimson. Her eyes widened, and her composure shattered instantly.
"Y-yes, Sir!" she squeaked in a high-pitched, breathless tone.
With trembling hands, she reached down and hiked up the hem of her blue sundress.
As the fabric rose, it revealed matching blue lace panties, sheer enough to see through, with a tiny, cute ribbon positioned right where her clit should be.
"Good girl," I said, my voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. "Now keep it lifted until I say so, or else."
She was panting now, her chest heaving against the thin fabric of her dress.
"U-understood," she managed to stutter, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and the undeniable thrill of total submission.
I pressed my fingers against the thin lace of her panties, sliding them firmly over her pussy lips.
The friction against the delicate fabric was enough to make her knees buckle. Within ten seconds, I felt the lace grow heavy and slick with her arousal.
I pulled back slightly, looking at her with a look of pure disdain.
"Tsk, tsk," I scoffed, my voice dripping with cold judgment.
"Look at this leaking pussy, getting soaked just from the touch of a boy your daughter’s age. What a filthy, lewd pussy this is... don’t you think so?"
I shot her a wicked, mocking smile. When I looked up, the sight of her face sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
She wasn’t ashamed—she was practically drowning in ecstasy. Her eyes were glazed, hazy with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling with intense craving.
"I have a very lewd pussy that gets wet from a boy my daughter’s age... please, punish me for it."
I was still stunned by the sheer perversion wired into the brains of women in this world.
It was a fascinating, twisted reality, and hearing her own daughter mentioned only made my cock twitch harder in my pants, throbbing with anticipation.
I ripped my hand away from her wet crotch.
She let out a soft, broken sound of disappointment, though she kept her dress hiked high, trembling as she obeyed my command.
"Hmm," I mused, letting the silence hang in the elevator for a second.
"Looks like I’ll really have to give you a punishment for being so lewd and slutty, huh, Aria?"
Her entire demeanor shifted the moment the word ’punishment’ left my lips.
The disappointment vanished, replaced by an frantic, desperate hunger. She nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes wide and pleading.
"Yes, yes!" she gasped, her voice desperate and needy. "Please, I beg you—punish me!"
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