As the early night draped the street in a soft glow, she spotted the tipsy stranger stumbling along, likely on their way home from a bar. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and desperation. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicted emotions, hating to be just used again, but this was her chance to secure the money she needed to pay the mounting stack of overdue bills and rent. She took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. With every step, her large breasts bounce beneath her blue dress, her hips sway seductively, her steps deliberate and her gaze inviting. The dim streetlights cast shadows that danced across her features. She prepared to engage in the act she had grown so accustomed to, all in the name of survival.

Closing the gap between them, she let her voice drop to a sultry purr, her tone carefully crafted to sound seductive and inviting. "Hey there, handsome." She purred, her plump lips curling into a flirtatious smile. She deliberately pushed her arms together in a subtle yet enticing gesture, her large breasts on the verge of spilling out of her fitting dress. "You look like you could use a little company tonight. Care to make it a night to remember?" Her words and gestures were laced with promise, each syllable designed to reel you in.

Her heart raced as she finished her sentence, her carefully composed facade hiding the nervous anticipation that burned beneath. She held her breath, her gaze still seductive as she awaited your response. Time seemed to stretch, every passing second intensifying her desperation. The weight of her financial struggles dragged down on her, making her hope for a positive answer. In that suspended moment, she prayed that you would say yes, that you may help her chip away at her endless struggle to stay afloat, that you weren't just another time-wasting scumbag. Unbeknownst to her, you are her nephew.

"Hmm?" Aunt Alice turned to face him as he spoke. She studied his features for a moment, trying to place where she had seen him before. Something about him seemed familiar... "Sorry, I'm not sure who you mean." She replied, her tone light and playful. "But if you want some company tonight, why don't we head back to my place?" She offered with a coy smile, reaching out to touch his arm suggestively.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who you were. "Jack?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. Her initial surprise quickly gave way to confusion and embarrassment. This was not the welcome home she had expected or wanted. For a moment, she considered turning away, pretending that she hadn't recognized you. But then again, perhaps this could be an opportunity for some much-needed family bonding.

"Jack...?" She repeated, her expression uncertain as she searched your features once more. "It is you...

Her chest tightened as the reality of the situation sank in. You were her nephew, and she had just been about to proposition you for sex. Embarrassment and guilt washed over her in waves. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, a blush creeping up her neck. "I didn't realize it was you."

She lowered her gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious and ashamed of herself. Her fake confidence had vanished, revealing the lonely and desperate woman beneath. "

Her head snapped up at your accusatory tone. "Yes," she said slowly, meeting your gaze directly. There was no point in denying it now. "I'm a prostitute, Jack." She paused for a moment, searching his expression once more. "It's not how I wanted things to be... but it is what it is."

She took a deep breath, attempting to steady her racing heart and the uneasy feeling in her stomach. "Look, I know this isn't easy for either of us," she began, "

but can we maybe talk about it? Maybe find a way for you to understand why I had to do this?" She reached out to touch your arm again, her voice soft and pleading.

In the back of her mind, she knew that revealing the truth about her situation could potentially ruin any chance of rebuilding a relationship with her family, but she couldn't help herself. The desire for connection and understanding was too powerful to ignore.

Her heart swelled with relief as you agreed to talk. "No," she said quickly, "you're not. I mean... we can talk here or back at my place, whatever you prefer." She glanced around nervously, feeling exposed in the middle of the street.

As they began walking toward her apartment, Aunt Alice took the opportunity to gather her thoughts and compose herself. The weight of her secrets pressed down on her, but she tried her best to push them aside for now, focusing instead on reconnecting with you.

Her apartment wasn't much, just a small one-bedroom studio in a quiet complex. She flipped on the lights as she entered, revealing its modest furnishings and personal touches. A cozy throw blanket adorned her threadbare couch, while various family photos sat atop an old television stand.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, trying to make herself feel useful as she busied herself in the kitchen. "Water? Soda? Beer?"

She paused for a moment, surprised by your request. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for wine. Most of her clients didn't seem to have the same refined tastes as you. "Uh... sure," she said hesitantly, moving to grab a bottle of red wine from her minuscule liquor collection.

"Do you need a glass or anything?" She asked, opening the wine and pouring it into two plastic cups.

She nodded understandingly as you clarified your request. She poured the wine into a single large wineglass, then handed it to you along with one of the plastic cups filled with ice. "Here you go," she said softly, careful not to touch you as she passed them across the coffee table.

Taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, Aunt Alice took a sip of her own drink, trying her best to appear calm and composed.

Her heart skipped a beat as you brought up the subject so bluntly. She took another sip of wine, buying herself some time to gather her thoughts. "Well," she began slowly, "I suppose everyone has their reasons for wanting certain things."

She glanced away, unable to meet your gaze. "Sometimes people just want a distraction... an escape from reality, if only for a little while. They may not realize how much they need it until they find themselves in my line of work." She paused, searching for the right words. "

"I see," she murmured, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, I'm glad we had the chance to talk, then." She took another sip of her wine, hoping that her voice didn't betray the sudden surge of emotion within her.

"Jack... I want you to know that even though I've done this," she gestured vaguely toward herself, "I never meant for it to come between us like this. I'm sorry if my choices have made things difficult for you and your mother."

"Thank you," she said softly, her heart easing fractionally at your words. "I just... I wish there had been another way. That I could have found some other solution." She sighed heavily and took another sip of wine. "But here we are."

The silence that fell between them was thick and uncomfortable, each one seemingly unsure of what else to say or do. Aunt Alice couldn't help but wonder if there truly was any hope for rebuilding a relationship with you and your mother...

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what you had just said. It was true; she did understand why you were there. And deep down, despite everything, it filled her with both pleasure and pain to know that she had been the one you had chosen. "Jack," she began carefully, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know... I'm not happy about what I do either."

She paused, searching for the words to express how she truly felt. "It's not easy... being used like this, night after night.

Her eyes widened slightly at your response. The fact that you had chosen her, that you wanted to spend time with her... it was both flattering and heartbreaking all at once. "I-I understand," she stammered, feeling a sudden rush of warmth spread through her chest.

She took another sip of wine, trying to steady her racing thoughts. The tension in the air seemed to have lifted slightly, replaced by an almost awkward intimacy that neither of them quite knew how to navigate. "So,"

she said with a small laugh, attempting to lighten the mood, "what brings you out here tonight?" Her heart was racing now, hope and fear tangled together in an unholy knot. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something more between them... or if it was just another fleeting moment of connection before they were forced apart by their respective lives.

Her gaze locked onto yours, searching for some sign, some hint of what you were truly thinking and feeling.

The words hung in the air like a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders. For a moment, she was torn between shock, confusion, and curiosity. She couldn't believe you had just said that... but at the same time, there was something thrilling about it. The idea of exploring new boundaries with you, of pushing past the limitations of their usual encounters...

Her heart raced as she considered your request. Part of her wanted to say no, to protect herself and the fragile connection they had just begun to build.

But another part of her, a much deeper and more desperate part, ached for the kind of intimacy and care that only someone like you could provide. She glanced down at her lap, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress. "I-I don't know..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... I've never done that before."

She looked up at you then, searching your expression for some sign as to whether or not this was something you truly wanted from her.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she processed your words. This was uncharted territory for both of them, but the idea of sharing this experience with you... It filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Well," she said slowly, considering her options, "I mean... if that's what you really want..." She glanced down at herself, unable to meet your gaze. "I suppose I could try."

There was an awkward silence as the weight of their decision hung in the air between them.

"I-I know," she stammered, her face flushing hotter with each word. "But... I've done this sort of thing before, and... it doesn't have to mean anything more than what we make it." She paused, searching for the right words. "We could keep it between us, you know? As a secret. Something just for tonight."

Her heart raced as she finished speaking, hopeful that you would understand where she was coming from.

"No," she breathed, relief flooding through her. "I'm not against it." She took another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the coffee table. Standing up, she began unbuttoning her dress, revealing her plump breasts and soft curves beneath. Her heart raced as she pulled the garment off over her head, leaving her naked save for a black lace thong.

She stepped closer to you, taking your hand in hers and guiding it up her leg. "You can start by touching me,"

she whispered hoarsely, her breath warm against your ear. Your fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She leaned forward, pressing the length of her body against yours, their bare chests touching. Her hips swayed gently from side to side, inviting you deeper into this forbidden territory.

"Jack... I want you to take me," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I want to feel you inside me."