Full-Bush Stepauntie Diana Fresh Out of Shower Fuck (52 characters)

Matthew had been crashing at his step-aunt Diana’s place for the past week while his apartment got fumigated. It was supposed to be temporary—no big deal. Diana was his dad’s new wife’s older sister, forty-seven, blonde, a little thick in the hips, always walking around in those loose tank tops and yoga pants. They kept things polite. Coffee in the morning, small talk about work, her asking if he needed anything washed.
That Tuesday morning he was in the living room flipping through his phone when he heard the shower shut off down the hall. The bathroom door creaked open a minute later. Diana stepped out wrapped in a thin blue towel, hair dripping, skin still pink from the hot water. She didn’t notice him at first—walked straight into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
Matthew looked up. The towel barely covered her ass. When she bent over to reach the bottom shelf, it rode up just enough to show the dark blonde bush peeking out between her thighs. Full, untrimmed, wild. His dick twitched in his gym shorts instantly.
She turned around, caught him staring. Froze for a second. Then smirked.
“See something you like, kid?” Her voice was low, teasing, still a little raspy from sleep.
He swallowed. “Uh… sorry. Just… didn’t expect company.”
Diana twisted the cap off the water, took a long drink. Water dribbled down her chin, ran between her tits under the towel. “You’ve been staring at my ass all week, Matthew. Don’t play dumb.”
He laughed nervously, rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean… yeah. Hard not to.”
She set the bottle down, walked over slow. The towel slipped an inch. “Your uncle’s gone till Friday. House is empty. You gonna keep pretending or what?”
Matthew stood up. Heart hammering. “What’re you saying?”
Diana reached out, hooked a finger in the waistband of his shorts, tugged him closer. “I’m saying I’m horny as fuck after that shower. And you’re right here with a hard-on.”
She dropped the towel.
Her body was soft, real. Stretch marks on her hips, little roll over her belly, heavy tits with big pink nipples already stiff. And that bush—thick blonde curls covering her mound, trailing down to her pussy lips. Wet from the shower, glistening.
Matthew’s mouth went dry. “Jesus, Diana…”
“Touch it,” she said, grabbing his hand and pressing it between her legs.
His fingers slid through the coarse hair, found her slit already slick. She was soaked. He rubbed her clit in slow circles. Diana moaned, grabbed his wrist, guided him harder.
“Fuck yeah… like that.”
She yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang out, thick and veiny, precum already beading at the tip. Diana wrapped her hand around it, stroked slow.
“Been thinking about this dick since you moved in,” she muttered. “Wondered how it’d feel stretching me.”
Matthew groaned. “You serious?”
“Dead serious.” She pushed him back onto the couch, climbed on top. Knees straddling his thighs. Her wet bush dragged over his shaft as she positioned herself.
No condom. No hesitation. She lined him up, sank down slow.
The head popped inside her. Hot, tight, hairy lips gripping him. Diana hissed through her teeth.
“Shit… been a while since anything this thick.”
She worked her hips, taking more inch by inch. The hair tickled his balls when she bottomed out. Full. Buried to the hilt in his step-aunt’s mature cunt.
They both froze for a second, breathing hard.
Then she started riding.
Slow at first. Grinding. Her clit rubbing against his pubic bone through that thick bush. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. The couch creaked under them.
“Fuck me harder,” she panted. “Don’t hold back.”
Matthew grabbed her hips, thrust up into her. Skin slapped skin. Her tits bounced, nipples brushing his chest. Sweat started beading on her neck.
Diana leaned forward, kissed him messy—tongue shoving in, tasting like toothpaste and coffee. She bit his lip when he hit deep.
“Right there… fuck, right there…”
He pounded faster. The smell of her shampoo mixed with the musky scent of her pussy. Her bush was soaked now, matted against his groin. Every thrust made a sloppy sound.
She sat up straight, hands on his chest, riding hard. Hair falling in her face, sticking to her sweaty cheeks.
“Gonna come… shit, Matthew… don’t stop…”
He felt her pussy clamp down. Walls fluttering. She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, then gasped loud.
“Fuck! Fuck yes!”
Her body shook. Juices ran down his balls, soaked the couch cushion. She kept grinding through it, milking him.
Matthew couldn’t hold it. “Gonna nut… where—”
“Inside,” she growled. “Fill me up.”
That did it. He slammed up hard, buried deep, cock pulsing. Thick ropes shot into her. One, two, three big spurts. Diana moaned again, feeling it flood her.
They stayed locked together, panting. His dick twitched inside her a few more times. Cum leaked out around him, matting her bush even more.
After a minute she lifted off slow. A wet pop. Thick white cream dripped from her hairy pussy onto his thigh.
Diana laughed breathlessly. “Goddamn. That was nasty.”
Matthew wiped sweat from his forehead. “Yeah… holy shit.”
She stood up, legs shaky. Grabbed the towel off the floor, wiped between her legs quick. “Oven timer’s about to go off. Breakfast casserole’s gonna burn if I don’t check it.”
She walked naked to the kitchen, ass jiggling, cum still trickling down her inner thigh. Opened the oven, pulled out the dish with mitts.
Matthew sat there, shorts around his ankles, cock softening, staring.
Diana glanced back over her shoulder. “You gonna help clean up this mess or just sit there with your dick out?”
He grinned, pulled his shorts up. “Coming.”
She smirked. “You already did.”
They both laughed—awkward, real, post-fuck laughter—as the smell of cheese and bacon filled the house again. Just another Tuesday morning.