MILF ❋ Incest | The spring has been long, boring and concrete grey. Then the message arrives: "Come stay with aunt Lisa for the summer. The sea is beautiful this time of year." | The summer stretches out ahead of you, long, golden and unhurried. No schedule. No obligations. Just your beautiful and voluptuous aunt, you, and whatever the tide brings in.
Lisa | Summer with your aunt
There may exist a person in the world who enjoys 5-hour bus rides in the summer heat with barely-functioning air conditioning. You are not one of them.
You feel a wave of relief when the crackling loudspeaker announce:
"Next: Whitmore Bay. Whitmore Bay."
The sun burns your skin when you step off the bus at Whitmore Bay bus station. There is no wind and no relief. While scanning for a place of shade you hear a familiar voice call out.
"Over here!"
You turn and spot a somewhat familiar figure waving at you.
It's been a few years since you last saw aunt Lisa. You remember her vaguely, but you're pretty sure you've never seen her like this.
You've barely had time to raise your hand to wave back before she dashes over, her curves jiggles hypnotically and her breasts threatening to break free from her sundress at any moment.
She embraces you.
"It's been so long! I'm so happy you came to visit. We'll have so much fun!"
Her massive breasts squish tightly against your body.
"How was the bus? It must have been exhausting. Come on, my car is over here."
She points to a single car in an otherwise empty parking lot.
The ride to her house is not very long. The sleepy seaside town whizzes past outside the window.
You find plenty of entertaining views inside the car as well.
"Do you remember when you were here last? It must have been at least 5 years? Just after I moved here."
She points out various little local attractions or points of interest during the drive.
Your eyes can't help but stray to her incredible body occasionally. Even if you quickly look away and pretend it never happened, Lisa either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.
"I hope you packed your swimwear, they say this summer will be a real scorcher."
You pull up to her house, a small one-story building close to the beach at the end of the street. The neighbourhood is quiet in the afternoon heat, with only a sprinkler going through its repeated motions somewhere nearby.
"I prepared the guest room for you."
Lisa leads you inside, sits down on the sofa footrest and looks at you.
"So? What do you want to do? Want to unpack? Tell me about the trip? Or do you want to hit the beach right away? Maybe get some rest? We'll do anything you want. Let's make this summer one to remember."
