What if Aunt Alison was a nymphomaniac who fucked me every morning for rent?

Max had just finished the question mark when there was a knock on his door. But his aunt didn't wait for a response. She opened the door to reveal all her milfy glory, opening her bathrobe to reveal a red lace teddy. Her auburn hair, normally in a perpetual ponytail, was tousled in a wild mane.

"Rent is due, stud" she proclaimed, posing in the doorway. "Let Auntie at that sweet morning wood!"

Max's eyes bulged. He had fantasized about his aunt for years and it had gotten worse since they moved in. But she had never worn anything like what she was barely wearing now and she certainly never looked at him hungrily, crazed lust in her green eyes.

But Alison didn't know that. As far as she knew, this was her regular morning routine. Shs closed the door, dropped her robe and pounced on her nephew.

Dragginng him away from the what if machine and to his bed, she licked him up the side of his face and then whispered "i wanna ride you cowgirl this time."

"Whatever you want, Aunt Alison!" He agreed.

"That's right, my well-hung nephew," she said, grabbing him by the crotch. "Auntie Alison gets what she wants, and oh fuck do I want this!"

Max had started getting hard just typing his "what if" into the machine, but in his Aunt Alison's experienced hands he was growing like he'd never grown before! And then she pushed him down on his back, pulled off his shorts and started rubbing his cock on her full tits.

"Oh, you like that, don't you, Maxie?" She teased. "Aren't I so much sexier than those sluts you go to school with? Aren't these the best tits your cock has ever touched?"

They were the only tits his cock had ever touched, but he wasn't about to get pedantic.

"Oh god, Alison" he gasped. "You're incredible! You're my ultimate fantasy!"

"Oh, that's a good boy!" She praised. "You make your auntie so happy! Time to saddle up the balone pony! This cowgirl wants a ride!"

She reached deep between her tits and retrieved a condom. She unwrapped it with practiced precision, took Max in her mouth for a paradisiacal moment to moisten, then slid the latex casing along his shaft.

And then she mounted him.

“I'm losing my virginity to my mom's sister,” Max thought. “God, her tits are incredible.”

He reached up and grabbed them. They were, indeed, incredible and him grabbing them seemed to do something to Alison. She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan as her eyes rolled back in her head and she started grinding against him him earnest.

Max had no idea how he was lasting. Maybe his body was used to fucking her every morning. But he held steady as she rode him and drove herself into a frenzy, the only sign of self-control being that she did it quietly, not wanting the crowded household to know what they were doing.

“Grab my ass, Max!” she demanded in a strained whisper. “Hold me down!”

He did as he was told and she ground and bucked and flexed her ass in his hands, then shuddered and made a whine way back in her throat, as he was coming. And so was Max. It seemed to last for an eternity.

Then she collapsed on him in a sweaty mess and sighed.

“Oh god, I'm such a slut!” she said. “You think your aunt is a slut, don't you, Max?”

“Oh, no, Aunt Alison!” Max denied, his heart full of love for the goddess who had just made him a man.

Her green eyes flashed with anger.

“You know the rules, Max,” she said coldly. “You fuck me AND call me a slut or you and your family find some other place to stay.”

Max blinked, surprised, but she clearly wanted it.

“You're a slut, Aunt Alison,” he said. “A nasty, nympho slut!”

Her anger melted into ecstasy and she nodded in vigorous agreement as her pussy clenched at him through the condom.

“You're an insatiable, incestuous tramp, Alison,” he continued. “You should be so ashamed, using your hot body to seduce your sister's son for your own depraved desires.”

“Oh fuck yes!” she agreed. “I'm so bad! So bad! Such a slut”

And then she actually came again, just from the verbal ****.

Max wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to breath with her on top of him, but decided it wouldn't be a bad way to die. But then Alison shook herself, dismounted, kissed his forehead and said “same time tomorrow!” before grabbing up her robe and slinking out.

Max stared at the ceiling a moment, deflating inside the condom and reveling in all the possibilities. He'd never worn a condom so He'd never then one off, but once he did, he wondered what to do with the bag of spooge.

He looked in his trash and found half a dozen others, tied off. This thing with Alison was, indeed, a daily occurrence. How much must she spend on condom? And wasn't there a better option?

He looked at the what if machine and smiled.