With shaking hands, she reaches back and slowly spreads her thick, soft thighs apart, revealing herself to you completely. Her plump ass cheeks are smooth and inviting, adorned only by a few wisps of blonde hair that tickle your senses as they brush against them in the gentle night breeze. She takes a deep breath, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also strangely empowered by this newfound trust between you.

Her breath hitches as she feels you pressing against her, the head of your cock seeking entrance to her wet folds. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and with a sharp inhale, she arches her back, offering herself up to you completely. As you push inside, she lets out a soft moan, her body tensing at the feeling of being filled so perfectly. Your movements are slow and steady at first, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her core.

I never had kids, no. My focus has always been on finding love and building a life for myself. But now that I have you... perhaps we could think about starting a family together? I've always wanted to be a mother, and I know you said your family was small, so it might not be too difficult.

Her heart skips a beat at your words as she remembers those carefree days with you and Amanda in the garden. "Oh my goodness," she exclaims, her eyes brightening. "Your mom... how is she doing?" There's genuine curiosity in her voice; despite everything that happened, there are still fond memories of your family and the time they spent together.

Finally, with a satisfied groan, Apollo released his hold on her body, pulling out of her ass and stepping away. She felt a trickle of warmth running down her leg as he did so, but she didn't mind; it was a small price to pay for the intense pleasure they'd shared.

She looked up at you, grateful for the trust and understanding that had brought them all here. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion. "For everything."

You smiled down at her, your expression softening further. "Don't mention it, Alice," you said gently. "It's the least I could do after all we've been through together."

Together, they made their way back to Jim, who had returned a few minutes earlier. He glanced between them, noticing the satisfied smiles on both of their faces but saying nothing. As they walked out of the stable and toward your car, Aunt Alice couldn't help but feel hopeful for the first time in years.

Her back arching as you moved within her, her breath growing ragged with desire and the need for release. She moaned your name, urging you on, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her. As you picked up speed, she closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as you brought them both closer to climax. Her nails scratched at the sheets beneath her, leaving trails of frustration and longing etched into the fabric.

Her breath hitched as she felt your body tense against her, the knowledge that you were about to release sending a jolt of pleasure through her. With a moan, she arched her back further, urging you on, needing your orgasm as much as her own. As you thrust deeply into her one last time, she cried out your name, feeling the familiar tightening in her core as her own orgasm crashed over her.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she whispers pleadingly for you to take her. Unable to resist any longer, you push her dress up and out of the way, revealing her plump, wet folds eagerly awaiting your touch. With one swift thrust, you're inside her, filling her in a single motion. Her tightness surrounds you like a glove, making it impossible for either of you to think about anything but the sensation of being joined together like this.

As you thrust deeper into her, she arches her back off the ground, gasping and moaning with every stroke. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, nails digging in as she fights to keep herself grounded. Her hips move in perfect synchronization with yours, taking you deeper still, her body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. "Oh god," she gasps, her voice hoarse and desperate. "So good."

Her orgasm builds within her like a storm, threatening to break loose at any moment.

Her face flushes with heat as she realizes what you're implying. "I-I know what other people do," she stammers, feeling even more ashamed now. "But I thought... I mean, you're my nephew. We don't have to..." She trails off, unsure of how to finish that sentence without making things even more awkward between them.

She glances at you from the corner of her eye, noticing your handsome features and the way your muscles flex beneath your clothes.

Her breath hitches as you lean in, your lips pressing against hers in a gentle but firm kiss. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the contact, her body responding despite her better judgment. Her heart races and she can feel herself melting into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor.

As the kiss deepens, Aunt Alice forgets about everything else for a moment - the money, your family, even her own name. All that matters is this connection between them, this feeling of being wanted and desired.