After her skincare appointment, we returned to the car with a bag full of cosmetics. While she was with her appointment, I’d sneaked off and bought her some Dior perfume recommended by the lady who worked there.
In the car, my aunty looked around before kissing me open mouth, I groped at her body, and she reached down to my instant erection.
“Shall we get home?” she said.
“Yes, please,” I returned.
It was now 3:30 pm. After we grabbed a sandwich from a local café, my aunty called her friend on the drive back.
“Everything ok with the girls?” she asked. “Ok, yeah, sure … thank you,” she spoke into her mobile phone.
She hung up and turned to me, “Liz is having the girls till 9 pm; we have plenty of time, but please hurry; I ache inside; I’m so horny.”
We left the shopping bags in the car and rushed inside my aunt’s house.
“I want to fuck you now,” I panted at her.
She pulled me upstairs by the hand, and we fell into her bedroom in full embrace. We held each other as we stumbled onto her bed. I started clawing at her clothes. I could feel her heart thumping as I fumbled at her cardigan and shirt.
I knelt to take in the glory of my aunty half undressed, her breasts begging to be released.
I pulled at her skirt, meeting resistance; my aunty quickly unbuckled the hinge at her hip; the zipper gave way as I yanked. I threw her skirt to the side and searched the top of her tights and knickers, pulling down hard as she raised her arse off the bed. As I pulled her tights and knickers from her feet, I saw her clambering around her back to unclasp her bra, which she promptly threw to the floor.
My aunty looked beautiful. I closed in on her tits, areolas brown and inviting, nipples already hard and engorged. I frantically sucked and bit each nipple, massaging both breasts with my hands simultaneously.
“Fuck me she screamed.”
I was startled again by the vulgar language but loved it all the same. Without hesitation, I quickly undressed, falling as I finally got my top off and jeans and pants from my ankles. I launched myself at my aunty, her legs spread wide, allowing me to see her smooth haven. Her lips were dripping, her vagina open, beckoning me in. I thrust hard inside her, and she screamed loudly.
She lifted her arms above her head and used the headboard to push hard against each of my thrusts. I pushed myself up on straight arms so I could watch her tits wobble, their weight flopping slightly to each side of her chest. I continued to pound hard, a scream from my aunty on each insertion.
I slowed, knowing I was close, “I want you on top,” I said.
She opened her eyes, “How? I’ve never done that before!”
“You mean you never ridden a man before?” I said, looking at her now innocent face.
“No,” she said shyly, “But I want to try.”
I saw that glint in her eye that I had witnessed before.
I was excited for her to experience this for the first time. I laid on my back, my cock stiff, pointing towards the ceiling. She brought one leg over my body, hovering a soaking wet pussy over my cock before lowering slowly onto it. Being the first time in this position, I also went with what was comfortable. I thrust upwards from my hips upon entry.
We both groaned at the same time as her warmth enveloped me. She was very wet, meaning I was in deep quickly without hesitation. I reached for her tits, bringing my aunt closer so I could suckle on her teats. She found her rhythm quickly, rubbing her clit as she moved her arse up and down.
“I can’t take this much longer,” she squealed, “I’m going to explode.”
I reached behind to grab hold of her rear, pulling her in tighter, helping her with the rhythm.
The squelching of her juices between our pubic areas intensified and got louder.
“Not yet, Sarah, I’m close,” I cried.
I punched hard with my dick against every stroke of my aunt’s pussy. It wasn’t long before we both screamed. I held on for dear life as I emptied my load with every one of her movements. Both our mouths were wide open, gasping for air. She started to slow and then collapsed on me as my cock twitched inside, each spurt lessening in intensity.
“You’ve filled me again,” she laughed, “I can feel it.”
She stayed in that position as we kissed softly.
“That’s wonderful; I’m storing that position in the memory banks,” she said, moving slightly to soothe her needs, still sitting on my semi-erect cock inside her.
“So, what did you buy me? I’m eager to see!”
“I’ll go fetch it all soon. Can we stay like this for a while?”
“Sure baby, I love you.”
“I love you too, Sarah,” I replied.
A few minutes later, without warning, she pulled herself off me; I watched as our cum dripped from her opening onto the bed, spilling everywhere into a large pool.
She shuffled down the bed and took hold of my cock; she had a wicked glint in her eyes. As she took my meat in her mouth, I wondered how she had gone from an innocent widow with less sexual experience than me to a depraved lustful woman sucking our juices off my cock.
“I’m going to write all this down she mumbled,” between each suck and lick. “Each of these new experiences I will write down for me to look back on forever.”
“Okay,” I replied in a desperate voice, only concentrating on the fact that my cock was being sucked.
Juices cleaned, and she lifted off my cock. I opened my eyes in surprise as I was expecting a happy ending. It seemed that I would have to wait.
“Go get my presents,” she said as she returned to kiss me.
“Ok, but you must get showered whilst I fetch them.”
With that, she jumped up and headed to the bathroom; I slapped her arse before she was out of reach.
She looked back, “Kinky,” she said with a smile.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door; I looked at my watch, it was only 5 pm, and my cousins weren’t due back anytime soon.
My aunty came running back into the room, tits bouncing, belly wobbling slightly. “What shall I do? Oh my god, we’re going to get found out. I knew it; we shouldn’t have done this,” she wailed.
She went to the window and looked down at the door, “It’s Liz – she’s on her own” She was half slightly relieved, her body less tense. I wanted to offer her some form of reassurance, but I was distracted by her lovely nipples.
“Jim, this is serious,” she gasped.
After a quick instruction from her, I got under the covers. I heard her pulling her dressing gown from the hook on the door and, soon after, her feet thumping down the stairs to the front door. There was a sound of the door lock clicking and then a “whoosh” sound as the front door opened.
“Everything Ok?” I recognised Liz’s voice.
“Absolutely,” I heard my aunt say.
Liz continued, “I saw a car parked on your driveway and heard shouting.”
“Shouting?” I mumbled to myself. “I was fucking your friends’ brains out; it wasn’t shouting; your best friend was screaming in ecstasy.”
“It’s ok, Liz, I have a … um … friend around,” Sarah said quickly. “Please don’t say anything to anyone, especially the girls.”
“Sarah, we’re best friends. Of course, I wouldn’t say anything,” Liz replied. “By the way, I like your hair. You look so radiant! Whoever it is, they seem to be good for you. Don’t worry; I won’t say a bee to anyone.”
“I promise you I will tell you; soon,” my aunt said.
“Ok,” replied Liz, have a lovely evening, “I’ll bring the girls around at 9 pm.”
I imagined her winking at my aunty.
With that, I heard the front door close, the lock turned, and my aunty returned up the stairs.
She entered the bedroom as I pulled the covers back off my head.
“That was close,” she said.
I could see her chest heaving,
“What now,” I asked.
In her face, I saw the internal battle I had witnessed right at the beginning of this short but incredible journey. Her brow was creased; she looked puzzled and needed to work something out.
“I don’t know. I know I love you and don’t want this to end. I’m worried we’ll get caught, though.”
“I don’t want it to end either; I love you.”
She seemed relaxed, came over, kissed me, and said, “I’m getting in that shower; give it 5 minutes and then go and get my presents.
She dropped her dressing gown to the floor, flashing me her delights. As she turned towards the bathroom, I smacked her arse again. She now had a red handprint on each cheek.
“Mmmm,” she groaned.
Five minutes passed, and I sneaked outside in my aunt’s dressing gown. Ducking and diving to try and not be seen. I grabbed all the bags from the car and snuck back inside, sure I hadn’t been seen. I locked the door again and headed upstairs to my aunt’s bedroom. She was still showering, so I lined up the bags in the order I wanted her to open them—clothes, lingerie, and toys.
“Are you getting in?” I heard her shout.
“No, it’s ok; I’m not the one opening presents.”
With that, I heard the shower turn off, a ruffling of a towel, and my aunty entered her bedroom naked.
I was laid on her bed with her dressing gown still on. “Suits you,” she quipped with a laugh.
It was nice to hear my aunty laugh; I loved her smile.
She tried on all the clothes. First, they all fit well, and I liked how she looked. The only thing I needed clarification on was the linen trousers. I wasn’t sold on them.
She then went into the Ann Summers bags for the lingerie. She licked her lips at the sight of them. Everything she tried on sent pulses down my throbbing cock; I was hard, and I was wanking as she slipped from one outfit to another. She turned and strutted, bent and presented. I wanked furiously when she wore the black set of plunge bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings. Her breasts were trying their hardest to escape.
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