1. Aunt in Bikini


    Date: 12/25/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: uselessslave1888, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    my clit ... Finger me. Rub my pussy, Carl." Jean gasped and jack-knifed forward, yanking my face up from between her legs by a fistful of hair. I yelped at the sting in my scalp, surprised at the vehemence with which she'd grabbed hold. She slapped my wrist, my fingers coming out of her smeared with my aunt's lust. "Kiss me," she groaned, eyes glazing, fingers mushing at her vulva. She gasped and winced and repeated the order. "Kiss me, Carl. I'm going to come. Kiss Aunty Jean while she comes and comes and fucking comes..." I'd toed the heels of my training shoes off my feet, my socks were gone, jeans and boxers abandoned. My tee-shirt was across the room, where I'd flung it in my haste to be naked. My aunt was spread across the sofa, a hand at her sex while she rubbed away and watched me. "If we do this, Carl," she gasped, "we can't undo it. You know we've gone too far already, but this..." She paused, her hand still, fingers covering her sex. "If we fuck, Carl ... It'll be i****t. You know what that means? We can never tell anybody about it. It will have to be a secret between us." At that moment, standing there looking down at her ... well, I didn't give a shit what label was put on it. I could keep a secret. All I wanted was to pin that lovely bitch to the sofa with my dick. I cranked at my cock, my fist working at the rigid length. "Aunty Jean," I groaned, "I just want to put it in and fuck you." A sob burst from her. She scooted her backside along the sofa, opening ...
    her legs, pussy all pink and swollen and glistening. Jean held out her arms in invitation. "Come to me, you lovely boy," she purred. "Come and love me." The image of my mother's s****r lying there, her face slack with desire, eyes glassy, jaw dangling as I knelt and split the tacky folds of her sex with the keel of my cock is seared on my memory. That gorgeous woman, her face, that body, those legs, all of it from the denim skirt bunched around her hips to the cork-soled wedges still on her feet is right there inside my head, available for recall whenever I want. I can call back the memory and my body reacts instantly. My cock thickens and grows, and I often masturbate thinking about that first time, those moments shortly before my cock-head penetrated my aunt's body and I slid balls deep inside her. I fucked into Jean, screwing her hard and fast, probing deep as though I wanted to spear her completely, my length piercing her body to trap her like a butterfly specimen in a display. My aunt went berserk. She grunted and groaned and snarled. Jean writhed and squirmed, yelping and squealing while we rutted -- both of us selfishly intent on our respective orgasms. I couldn't last long. Not at that pace and not as excited as I was. It was inevitable that I'd come quickly, but my aunt was so aroused herself that she joined me on the ride. She was thrusting up to meet my downstroke, a hand at her vulva, fingers going at her clit when I grunted out a warning. "Not inside me," Jean ...
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