My Darkest Family Secret

God, I can't stop thinking about my aunt's incredible body; it's like an addiction that's taken over my every waking moment. She's got these massive, firm natural 40K boobs that are just unreal, no surgery in sight, and she flaunts them like she's daring everyone to look. She wears these tight, skimpy tops that hug every curve, paired with a bra that's way too small, making them bulge out and bounce with every step she takes. Those huge brown nipples, ripe and cherry-sized, poke through her clothes when they're hard, and damn, I can't help but stare until I'm throbbing with need. It started years ago, right before I turned eleven, when I first discovered how to touch myself, and now I grab her silk knickers and lace bra to jack off at least eight times a day, sometimes more, picturing her tits in my face, feeling their weight in my hands. The obsession is raw and relentless; it makes my cock ache, my heart race with this forbidden thrill that I know is wrong but feels so fucking good. I imagine burying my face between them, tasting her skin, hearing her moan as I worship every inch. It's messy, this secret lust; it consumes me, leaving me breathless and guilty, yet I crave it more each time, lost in the heat of my dirtiest fantasies that never seem to end.