When I reached the bathroom my cousin had pointed out, the humid air and the faint scent of soap greeted me immediately.
The small room was simple, with a stone floor and a well in the center. I closed the door behind me but didn’t lock it.
For some reason, I didn’t feel the need to.
I couldn’t shake off the awkward, uncomfortable feeling, like someone who had just been caught red-handed stealing. The image of Asta standing in the kitchen doorway with that mischievous grin was still burned into my mind. My now-soft cock swayed gently as I stepped closer to the well.
“This is a world of sexual freedom… I shouldn’t overthink it…” I muttered to myself, trying to push down my own unease.
Cold water from the wooden bucket poured over my body, still sticky with sweat and Auntie’s fluids. I wiped my face, trying to calm my thoughts.
But my cock only throbbed harder as I remembered how tight her pussy had felt, the way her plump ass jiggled with every thrust, and those loud, shameless moans of hers.
I had only been washing myself for a few minutes when the bathroom door suddenly swung open wide, without so much as a knock.
I turned around, confused, only to see Aunt Vivian stepping inside completely naked.
Her large, heavy breasts swayed gently with each step. Her nipples were still hard and slightly red from rubbing against the kitchen table earlier.
Her body glistened with a light layer of sweat, and I could clearly see thick white streaks of my cum still slowly dripping from her pussy.
The plump ass I had spanked repeatedly now showed clear red handprints — lewd marks of ownership glowing on her smooth white skin. The sight made me feel a pang of embarrassment for what I had done.
Her face looked a little annoyed, lips pursed, but her eyes locked onto me instantly. She noticed my shameless stare and caught me red-handed.
I tried to suppress my nervousness and the growing heat in my chest.
“Uh… Auntie, what are you doing here?”
“You silly boy… taking a bath first without waiting for Auntie,” she said in a casual tone, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Of course Auntie came to take your mother’s place and bathe you.”
I was stunned and immediately tried to refuse.
“Auntie~ I can wash myself~”
But Aunt Vivian didn’t listen to a single word. She walked in, grabbed a large wooden bucket, and started filling it from the well.
When she bent over, her massive white breasts were squeezed tightly against the edge of the well, the soft flesh almost spilling over from the pressure.
Her nipples pressed against the cold stone, making her bite her lip gently — whether from discomfort or pleasure, I couldn’t tell.
I couldn’t stand watching her struggle. I quickly stepped over and took the bucket from her hands.
“Auntie, let me do it,” I said, easily filling the bucket.
“There we go. Such a gentleman,” Aunt Vivian nodded, looking very pleased with my behavior. Her flirty smile returned.
I ignored my embarrassment and focused on filling the heavy buckets. It took several minutes, and by the time they were all full, my arms felt tired from lifting the weight.
As I caught my breath, Aunt Vivian spoke from beside me. “Come sit over there. Let Auntie help you wash,” she said, pointing to a small wooden stool.
This time I didn’t argue. I obediently followed my aunt’s instructions.
Once I sat down, Aunt Vivian poured water slowly over me — from my shoulders down to my chest, then my stomach.
She reached out with her soft hands and began to rub, her fingers deliberately sliding slowly across my stiff shoulders and chest.
Her warm, sweet breath brushed against my ear… Instantly, my tense nerves began to relax, and without realizing it, I leaned my back against her.
Because of that, my head suddenly pressed into something incredibly soft before sinking between two large white mounds and prominent peaks.
I didn’t need to guess what it was. When I looked up, I saw Aunt Vivian’s beautiful face — complete with the beauty mark at the corner of her lips — giggling softly.
“How does Auntie’s breasts feel? Comfortable?” she teased with a faint smile, hugging my head tighter against her bare chest.
I could smell the sweet scent of her sweat mixed with soap. An irresistible desire burned through my body. Even though I still felt a little guilty toward Asta, I answered honestly, “Yes… Auntie’s breasts feel really comfortable,” while rubbing my head side to side, kissing the right and left sides of her breasts in turn.
Aunt Vivian looked delighted with my answer. “In that case, you won’t refuse if Auntie helps you bathe properly?” Her soft, seductive voice tempted me. Her brown hair and blue eyes seemed to hypnotize me for a moment.
Just as I was about to answer, “I…”
The bathroom door suddenly burst open again without knocking — this time quite roughly.
“Can’t you wait for me even for a second, Mom?!” Asta complained in an irritated tone.
He stood in the doorway, already half-naked, wearing only a towel around his waist.
“Hehe… is my son jealous?” Aunt Vivian laughed. “Come in… sorry, Mom couldn’t hold back!”
Asta didn’t react much. He simply walked into the bathroom, grabbed a wooden stool, and sat down casually without even glancing at us.
“Okay, please wash my body too, Mom.”
Aunt Vivian smiled happily when she heard him and answered softly.
“Of course~”
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