The house was packed. People were everywhere; some were dancing, some were drinking, and others were just standing around, laughing and talking. The music was thumping, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume. It was the kind of party where you could lose yourself for hours, and no one would even notice you were gone.

I was standing near the kitchen, trying to decide if I should grab another beer or just mingle a little more, when my aunt - the chubby, busty one with the infectious laugh - caught my eye. She motioned for me to come over, and before I could even think about it, she had me in her arms, swinging me around to the beat.

As she spun me, my heart raced, and my cheeks flushed. It wasn't because I was nervous or out of breath. It was because I was dancing with my aunt, and I had an erection. It didn't matter that she was my aunt, or that we were at a family party. All I could think about was the way her breasts pressed against my chest, and the way her hips moved against mine. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't help but enjoy it.

The music changed to a slower song, and she pulled me closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "You're not the only one who's feeling a little hot tonight, you know." With that, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and I could feel my face burning even more.

I tried to focus on the music and the people around us, but it was hard when all I could think about was the way she moved against me. I could feel my heart racing, and my breath coming in short little gasps. I wanted nothing more than to pull her closer, to feel her body against mine, but I was at a family party and she was my aunt, and I knew better than to cross that line.

The song ended, and she let me go, stepping back with a little smile. "You're such a cutie," she said, patting me on the shoulder before spinning away to find someone else to dance with. As I stood there, trying to catch my breath, I could feel my erection still pressed against my pants, a constant reminder of the effect she had on me.

I made my way through the crowd, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but every time I looked at her, there she was, dancing with someone else or laughing with a group of friends, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. This was supposed to be a normal family party, but with my aunt's dancing and her body, it felt anything but normal.

As the night went on, I found myself watching her more and more, wondering what it would be like to be with her like that, outside of this party. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't shake the feeling. The alcohol in my system didn't help matters any, either. It was only the second time my parents let me drink. I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her breasts pressed against my chest...

The thought made my heart race even faster, and I knew I had to get away from her before I did something stupid. With a deep breath, I turned and made my way outside, hoping some fresh air would clear my head. As I stood there, staring up at the stars, I tried to convince myself that it was stupid and she was just being nice, that I could get over it. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew that deep down, this wasn't something I could just shrug off.

After a few minutes, I heard the sliding glass door open, and my aunt stepped out onto the patio. She was alone, and she looked...different. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed a little buzzed. She seemed to swing her hips a little as she walked over to the railing and leaned against it, taking in deep breaths of the cool night air.

"You know," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I've always thought you were special." Her words hung in the air between us, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "You're so...innocent...and sweet." She took another step closer, and I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "I bet you're a real charmer with the girls, huh?"

I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to deny it, to pretend that I didn't feel the way I did, but another part of me wanted her to keep talking, to keep giving me these little glimpses into the way she really felt about me. So I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against my arm as she did so, and her voice lowered even further. "You know, if you ever wanted to talk...if you ever needed someone to understand...I'd be here for you." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my heart racing even faster. "We could...we could always find a way, you know."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with her like that, to feel her body pressed against mine, to taste her lips on mine. It was a dangerous thought, one that I knew could have serious consequences, but I couldn't seem to shake it. And for some reason, I didn't want to.

I leaned in closer, my heart racing as I took in her intoxicating scent, and her words seemed to echo in my head. "I...I don't know what to say," I managed to choke out. "It's just...it's always been so confusing."

She smiled at me, glanced down at my erection, her eyes half-closed, and she reached up to stroke my cheek with the back of her hand. "There's nothing confusing about it," she said softly. "It was just a natural thing while we danced, right? Speaking of which, let's go back in. It's cold out here."

As we walked back inside, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through my veins. I knew that what we were about to do was wrong, but I couldn't help but be drawn to her. She led me over to a dark corner of the room, where we were surrounded by others dancing, and my family wouldn't notice us. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that this was where she wanted to be.

As soon as we were out of sight, she pressed herself against me, her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was intoxicating. She reached up, her hands tangled in my hair, and pulled my head down towards hers. " You are such a good dancer for being so young, " she slurred.

I knew I should stop, but I couldn't. Something primal took over, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of her hips, the smell of her perfume and alcohol. The buzz from the alcohol seemed to dull any remaining inhibitions I had, and I let myself get carried away by the sensation of being so close to her.

We danced like this for what felt like hours, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. Her skin was like fire against my own, and I could feel myself growing harder with each passing moment. I didn't know what would happen if we were caught, but at that moment, it didn't seem to matter.

Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily. Her pupils were dialated and her cheeks flushed. "You know," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "I've always wondered what it would be like..." Before I could even process what she was saying, she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

As our tongues tangled together, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. It was everything I'd ever fantasized about, and more. Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, grinding against me. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this hazy, passionate embrace.

Time seemed to slow down as we danced, the music a distant hum in the background. I could feel her body pressing against mine, her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. With each passing moment, I could feel myself growing harder, more desperate for her.

Finally, she broke away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning there. "Come with me," she whispered, taking my hand and leading me towards the hallway. "There's somewhere we can dance alone..." I followed her, my heart racing, not quite believing this was really happening. But as we disappeared into the darkness, I knew there was no turning back now.

We found the dimly lit laundry room at the end of the hall, the only light coming from a sconce on the wall. The air was heavy with anticipation and the smell of cheap perfume. She closed the door behind us, leaning against it as she caught her breath. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my whole body aching with need. She quietly said, "We shouldn't be here. But we are just dancing."

She walked over to me slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she was close enough, she reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her thighs spread over my leg, humping it as she started dancing.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers. As we moved together, I could feel her heat radiating off of her body, and it was intoxicating. Her breasts pressed against my chest, almost spilling out her top. I pulled hard on her hips seeking friction for my aching young cock.

She moaned into my neck, her breath hot against my skin. "You feel so good," she murmured. I couldn't help but smile against her skin, knowing that I did. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her and forget everything else.

Her movements became more urgent, her hips rocking harder against mine. I could feel the wetness between her legs, and it only made me harder. I knew I had to find a way to make this happen, to make us come together. Our grinding became less and less dancing and more and more just grinding. But we both needed the facade of dancing.

I pulled back from her slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. They were wild with desire, and it was all I could do not to lose control. Slowly, afraid she would stop me or be mad, I slid my hand from her hip up to her fat breast, squeezing it through her dress.

She moaned, arching into my touch. Her nipple hardened through the material of the dress and beneath my fingers, and I could feel her body trembling with need. But, we both kept moving as if dancing.

Her movements became more urgent, and I could feel the heat between her legs as she ground on my thigh. I slipped my other hand under her skirt, feeling the smooth warmth of her thigh. I moved it higher, closer and closer until I was holding her ample panty-covered ass cheek in my hand.

"You feel so good," she moaned into my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "Don't stop dancing, sweetie" Her hips bucked harder against me, grinding against my throbbing cock. I could feel the head of my dick pushing against her dress directly over her pussy now, desperate for release.

I slid my hands up her back, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. With one swift motion, I spun her around, pinning her against the laundry room door. She gasped as our bodies pressed together, her breasts flattened against my chest, and her one leg wrapped around my waist. Our hips kept moving, as if dancing. My hand on her ass had slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until my cock, trying to bust through my slacks, was rubbing directly on her panty-covered pussy.

"Oh god, you feel so good," she moaned into my ear. "Keep dancing. I am so close!" Her hips bucked harder against mine, urging me on. I could feel her wetness through her panties and my slacks; my own control was slipping away, but I wanted this to last. I wanted her to remember every touch, every breath, every sensation.

With one hand, I reached up and cupped her breast, massaging her soft, full flesh through the fabric of her dress. She arched into my touch, her back pressing into the door. With the other hand, I slid my fingers lower, until I was touching her through her panties. They were soaked and slick with her juices. It was the sexiest thing I had ever felt. "You are so wet, Auntie." She quickly hushed me, "We are just dancing, baby. That's all."

Her movements became more urgent, her hips grinding against mine with a desperation that mirrored my own. I tugged at her top until I could see my first tit, her nipple rock hard.

"I'm so close," she moaned, her voice strained. "Don't stop." Her hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, and between us, finding my aching cock. She gave it a hard stroke through my pants, and I cried out, losing control for a moment.

Her movements became more frenzied, her body arching into me as she ground against my hand. I could feel the heat between us, the need for release. I cupped her breast, squeezing it hard, my thumb rubbing roughly over her hardened nipple. She arched into the touch, moaning into my ear.

"That feels so good," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "Just like that, baby. Keep dancing with Auntie". Her hand started stroking me through my pants, and I cried out, losing control a little more. "Such a big cock. Auntie won't leave you like this. Keep dancing, baby. I'll help you finish. Our secret sexy dance."

Her movements became even more frantic, her body writhing against mine as she ground her wetness against my hand. I could feel the heat between us, the need for release building to a fever pitch. I slipped my other hand around her back, cupping her ass cheek, and pulled her closer, grinding my hips against hers.

She moaned into my ear, her breath hot and ragged. "Don't... don't stop. I'm so close." I could feel her fingers working faster, her touch growing more urgent as she stroked me through my pants. I arched into her touch, unable to hold back any longer. I had pressed per panties up her slit and could feel her clit. She jerked each time I pressed it with my fingers.

Whether her hands in my hair, she encouraged my head lower toward her exposed breast. Our hips are still moving to the beat.

"You're so big, so strong," she breathed into my ear. "And so good with your hands. Oh, I'm almost there." Her fingers were working frantically against my cock, her breath hot against my neck as she leaned into me. I could feel the wetness between us, the heat radiating from her body. "Take it out, Auntie. Please!"

"Oh baby, we can't. I want to, but it's wrong. Just keep dancing, baby. It's just us dancing."

Her words were barely audible, her voice thick with desire as she ground her hips against mine. My cock twitched in my pants, and I could feel her hand working faster, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers. She gripped me tightly, stroking me. I wondered how many other cocks she had jerked and felt a surge of arousal at the thought. I croaked out, "I'm gonna... oh fuck Alice."

She moaned into my ear, her breath hot and ragged. "Come for me, baby. Let it out. Auntie's got you. You're safe with me." Her fingers moved faster, her grip firm and sure. I arched into her touch, unable to hold back any longer. My hips bucked, and I came, spurting hot cum over her hand in my pants. She groaned, her body shuddering as she helped me through my orgasm, her fingers working me until the last tremor faded. "Oh baby, you are such a good nephew. Can you help me finish dancing, too?"

I looked up at her, breathless and spent, but still unable to resist her. She smiled down at me, her eyes dark and hungry. With a smooth motion, she pulled her hand from my pants, bringing it to her lips to taste her own essence. "Mmm, that's much better," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Wanna help me too?".

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing as she pushed me to my knees in front of her.

"That's a good boy," she purred, as I felt her smooth, soft thigh slide over my shoulder. My face was suddenly level with her wet, panty-covered pussy, and I couldn't help but inhale sharply at the intoxicating scent that filled my nostrils. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I could feel the heat emanating from her core as I looked up at her, my breath hot against the delicate fabric of her lacy underwear. She started moving her hips to the music again. Grinding her wet panty mound against my face and mouth.

"Keep dancing, baby," she breathed out as she ground her wet pussy against my face, just her thin wet panties between my mouth and my aunt's actual pussy. Her hands were in my hair, holding me against her. I was in heaven. Then, one hand pulled my face away enough for her other hand to slide along the leg...