1. Fucking my Aunt


    Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Author: delmohawk, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    said that she was teasing and that it felt nice. Her legs parted a little allowing my thumb more freedom and I found that when I pushed it between her pussy lips she was really quite wet. She guided my thumb to her clitoris and I obediently started to rub it. She clearly liked this; she closed her eyes; opened her legs a little further and started caressing her breasts through her jumper. I could feel my cock was leaking; wetting the inside of my pants. Just then we heard someone coming up the stairs; Aunt Mary sat up with a start; stood up straightened her skirt and told me to sit next to the dressing table. There was a knock at the door she called out picking up a comb and brush and started running them through my hair. My Nan came through the door and was surprised to see me in there but readily accepted Aunt Mary’s story about me being her guinea pig. Fortunately she failed to spot Aunt Mary’s panties lying on the floor by the bed. Aunt Mary said that we should go downstairs but pointed out that she might want to practice again one day. I couldn’t get to sl**p very easily that night thinking about what I had seen and done and masturbated several times. So many things and visions going through my head. Days went by, weeks and months in fact and it was just like nothing had happened, we never spoke of our hairdressing session and Aunt Mary showed no more intimacy towards me than she had before. I kind of figured that our brief moment of pleasure we had together would ...
    remain our one and only one. Then one weekend about 7 months later Aunt Mary and me were alone in the house; I hadn’t even considered that we were the only ones there but she apparently had. I was downstairs doing what I do best which is absolutely nothing; she was upstairs in her room. It was quiet in the house so I had no trouble hearing her when she called down to me asking if we could try some more hairdressing. I said “OK” and when she moved away from the banister rail I danced a jig in the hall and then leapt up the stairs 3 or 4 at a time; I was up there in seconds. Her door was ajar when I arrived and I pushed it open. I was hoping and praying that we would enjoy a similar session to the last time and my eys lit up when I caught sight of her. She was wearing a similar pair of high-heeled shoes as she had before and she was wearing a lilac petticoat that had a lacy frill cupping her breasts and a lacy frill around the bottom that stopped just above the knee. It clung to her body and I could see that she was wearing no bra and no panties. I had never seen her looking so good and every bit of me was tingling. “What’s wrong” she asked as I stood there gazing on her; I suppose my mouth must have been wide open at the wonder of what my eyes were feasting on. “Nothing is wrong” I said, “you just look fantastic”. She had a Dansette record player and she loaded a small collection of singles on it; flicked the switch; it began its cycle and played the first record. It was a slow one ...
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