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Emma made no effort to dress. All through the afternoon she drifted around the house in her sheer hold-up bra and nylons, her bare pussy glistening with arousal whenever the sunlight hit it. She bent low to pick things up, stretched high for cups in the cupboard, each movement deliberate, knowing Kevin’s eyes followed her everywhere.

He tried to keep busy, tidying, pacing, sitting, but every time she passed close, her scent, her skin, the sway of her hips dragged him back to the brink. His cock was swollen constantly, leaking through his waistband, an unrelenting ache he couldn’t soothe.

By mid-afternoon the doorbell rang. Emma looked up, smirk curling at her lips. “Ah. Our delivery.”

Kevin froze as she went to the door just as she was, nipples visible through her bra, cunt bare above her nylon tops. She opened it without hesitation.

The Amazon driver , mid-twenties, tall, lean muscles visible beneath his polo shirt, blinked, stunned by the sight of her. His words stumbled. “Uh… parcel for… Emma?”

“That’s me,” she said smoothly, taking the box. Then, with a wicked glint, she stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in a moment?”

Kevin’s stomach dropped, his face burning as the driver stepped hesitantly inside, eyes darting over Emma’s exposed body. She closed the door behind him, casually setting the box on the table.

“Kevin,” she called sweetly, her voice dripping mockery. “Come here. I want you to see something.”

He shuffled into the hall, cock still straining against his sweats, and stopped dead. Emma had moved closer to the driver, her breasts almost brushing his chest.

She turned her head toward Kevin, eyes alight with cruel delight. “See, pet? This is what a real man looks like. Strong. Confident. Not a trembling little boy with his hand down his pants.”

The driver coughed awkwardly, clearly caught between shock and arousal, but Emma never broke her flow. She traced her nails lightly down the driver’s arm, making him shiver, then looked back at Kevin.

“Look at his body, the way he fills that shirt. Imagine what he could do to me. Compared to you…” She clicked her tongue, feigning disappointment. “Pathetic.”

Kevin’s chest heaved, face beet-red, his cock jerking visibly under the fabric.

Emma laughed, cruel and melodic, then took the parcel and pressed it back into the driver’s hands. “Thank you, darling. That will be all.”

The Amazon driver went to leave, but Emma didn’t let go of his arm. His eyes darted between her sheer bra, her bare cunt glistening above her nylon tops, and Kevin, trembling with shame just a few feet away.

Emma’s smile softened just slightly. “Poor thing,” she purred, her hand brushing over the driver’s chest. “I dragged you in here and left you all wound up. That wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

The driver swallowed hard, frozen in place, his parcel long forgotten on the floor.

Kevin’s breath caught, panic flashing in his eyes. “A–Auntie Em…” His voice cracked.

Emma turned to him, her tone sharp. “Quiet. Watch. Learn what a real man earns from me.”

She dropped to her knees in front of the driver, unbuckling his belt with a fluid, deliberate grace. His cock sprang free, already thick and stiff, and Kevin made a strangled sound as his own erection twitched painfully.

Emma’s nails traced the length of the shaft before her lips parted. She took the head slowly into her mouth, eyes locked on Kevin the entire time. His face burned, shame and arousal twisting inside him until he could hardly breathe.

The driver groaned, one hand hovering uncertainly before resting gently in her hair. Emma moaned around his cock, sliding deeper, letting spit coat her chin and drip onto her breasts.

Kevin’s knees buckled, his hand twitching toward his cock, but Emma pulled off the shaft with a wet pop. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed at him. “You don’t get release. You edge. Only he gets to cum.”

Kevin whimpered, his cock leaking, his whole body quivering.

Emma turned back, stroking the driver hard and fast, her breasts bouncing against her chest as she worked him with practiced control. Her voice came low, mocking, meant for Kevin alone.

“See how quickly he gives it to me? How easy it is, when the man is worthy?”

The driver groaned, his body stiffening. Emma angled her breasts together, sliding the wet head between them, stroking until ropes of hot cum spilled across her chest and throat. She let it drip down, sticky and glistening against her skin.

Kevin made a broken sound, his cock jerking desperately, but Emma shot him a look of pure command. “Stop. Hands off. Not a drop, boy.”

The humiliation crushed him **** to kneel in his own frustration while another man’s seed coated Emma’s perfect breasts.

The driver stepped back, dazed, tucking himself away. Emma rose gracefully, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Now you’ve had a little taste of Lady Sonia too. Off you go.”

He left speechless, the door shutting behind him.

Emma turned to Kevin, still dripping with cum across her chest. She pressed her hand under his chin, forcing him to look.

“This—” she scooped a strand of the mess onto her fingers, smearing it across her nipple, “—is what a real man gets. You? You’ll never have it. You’ll beg, you’ll ache, and you’ll edge until I say otherwise.”

Kevin whimpered, his cock throbbing painfully, his face twisted with jealousy and need.

Emma laughed, low and cruel, before licking the cum slowly from her fingers — never breaking eye contact.

She reached down, cupping his swollen cock through the damp fabric, squeezing until he gasped “you don’t even deserve to touch me. You only get to watch.”

Kevin whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily.

“Stroke,” she ordered, voice sharp as steel.

He fumbled his cock free, pumping fast, already dangerously close.

“Stop!” she snapped before he could finish, and his whole body jolted with agony, cum threatening to spill but denied again.

Emma smirked, stepping back, hands on her hips. “Get used to it, pet. This is your life now.”