My story - part 2 - my aunt
My story <unk> Part 2 <unk> my aunt
On January 10th, 1974 we went to Cassino (that's the name of the beach - anyone who knows RS will know where I am talking about).
In this second part I will tell you another event that has marked me, but perhaps on other occasions to talk about my meetings with Teresa.
But back to our summer home.
Until the end of February, which was that year's carnival, everything went on as usual, with only one difference: I dared my aunt more and more. Of course when my mother or father were not around. More and more I ran to the bathroom to get her panties; they smelled stronger every time for my happiness and delight and most times their bottoms became dirty!
I noticed that my aunt teased me whenever she could. It was common for her to come hugging and leaning all over me. She always tried to have spicy conversations with me. When we were relatively alone, she would sit down and let me see her thighs, crossing and uncrossing the legs, sometimes without any panties on, which allowed me wonderful vision.
I remember one hot, rainy morning. We spent the day at home with my mother and her; in the late afternoon she decided to go to the supermarket and invited my aunt who told her that it wasn't over because by then there would be too many people. About 10 minutes after my mom had left, my aunty came into my room where I was lying down reading, sat beside me and started talking to me. She wore a dress with hollow sleeves and buttons on the front. She said it was very hot, stuffy and she unbuttoned some buttons passing her hand over my chest saying that I'm all sweaty. I could see part of her breasts and my dick reacted immediately. She realized; gave a smile and bent down to kiss me on the face and then in disguise touched with her hand the volume appearing underneath my trousers. It was an upper lip-kiss halfway around the corner of my mouth. Then she whispered into my ear: "I am going to take a shower because you are so wet". I watched her come in and leave the door ajar. I stood up to spy, she took off her clothes slowly. I was sure that she wanted me to spy so I didn't worry too much about it. She unbuttoned button by button torturing me. When she removed her dress I could see her from behind wearing pink panties. The pants were not tiny like women wear today; they had a bundle! He turned around slowly, and I saw his big ones, with their beaks very dark and large. They weren't thick at all even though he had no children and never breast-fed. So she took off her panties, looked at them, picked up their noses and smelled it. She then carefully placed the underwear on top of a laundry basket with well-worn soles. When she went into the bathroom I couldn't see anything else. As soon as she came out, wrapping herself in a towel, she walked over to my bedroom door and said: "You can use the toilet; I have already taken my shower". At that moment I was sure she knew what I was going to do, and I was certain she wanted me to. Then I got up from bed where I had been lying down again, stiffly making noise beneath my trousers. I walked past her to go into the bathroom and she said, "You have to lighten up", and laughed maliciously. So I went in there thinking 'fuck it, she wants to see me'; left the door almost wide open; took off my pants; sat down on the toilet bowl; picked up that pink panties; looked at them for a long time. She had this brown fillet underneath, put my fingers through it, held it up to my nose and smelled something wonderful, so I carried the panties over to my mouth and licked. Suddenly I saw her shadow peering out of me. So I started masturbating, and when the fun came in... ...I'd say her name a little louder so she could hear it.
I came out of the bathroom and went into the living room, where I could see her walk across the hall to go in.
After a few minutes she came into the room. I was stretched out on the couch (I think recovering from my puncture... laughter). She sat down next to me, put her hand over my leg and said: "I saw what you did <unk> I know", I replied. You left that panties there for me, didn't you? - Yes, I wanted to see you do it". - In fact, when I realized that you were always taking my panties in the bathroom, I started to take care of you. Then I saw that you smelled and licked while masturbating. That's why I couldn't resist. I began cleaning myself with them every time I jerked off. Sometimes I even stayed two days with the same underwear only to leave it very dirty and stinky. Then we heard the noise of my mother's car and put an end to it.
For almost two weeks we didn't have a chance to talk alone. After that conversation I no longer found her dirty underwear in the bathroom, nor did I get an opportunity to spy on her while she was taking a shower. I also noticed that she became different from me. She continued treating me well but avoided any physical contact except for unintentional facial kisses.
About two weeks after that conversation, the carnival began. My father took advantage of his vacation to travel with my mother. They were going to spend a week in Santa Catarina. We stayed me and my aunt. I confess I had hopes something would happen between us but her way of treating me didn't change. She treated me well, but like an aunty. That made me afraid to try anything.
I didn't like, and still don't really like carnival. My aunt loved it. She bought the tickets for SAC dances and insisted that I go with her. I had no choice but to go.
During the dances I was a bit off because she would end up joining her girlfriends and friends and I'd be on the sidelines. But still, I went to all of them. At the last dance I went in the worst mood my auntie had ever seen. Around 4 o'clock in the morning we had to leave, she could hardly stop standing. We came by car with a friend who offered to take us home. I sat down at the back seat and she next to the guy. She had made out with him at the ball. From the backseat I passed his hand over her thighs. As soon as we got there, I went down and she sat in the car. She didn't come home until half an hour later stumbling around. When she came inside laughing, I was IN THE KITCHEN making a <unk>sanduba<unk>. I confess that I WAS dying of jealousy and anger. I couldn't even look at her. She tried to talk but I did not give up on it. So she got up, with difficulty, put her hand on my nose and said <unk> Feel the smell of his dick in my hand you piece of shit. I slapped her hand and went out to my room. I heard when he knocked at the bathroom door. Almost half an hour later I hear him calling me. Bruno comes here ... helps me...I was a bad boy but still went to see what she wanted, when I opened the door she was kneeling on the floor with her head in the toilet bowl vomiting. I didn't really know what to do. She threw up and cried. As soon as she stopped throwing up I helped raise her. She was naked, trying to cover herself with a towel. I put some toothpaste on the brush and handed it over to her, she started brushing her teeth and the towel fell off. She looked at me with the toothbrush in her mouth, glanced down at the tower on the floor and made a gesture like "fuck you now". She cried and said: "You don't know what I go through. I am not made of iron. I'm a woman. I feel desire, lust. I haven't had any man since your uncle died". - Sorry Aunt...I really do not think so. It is that I was brave ...Auntie!
She moved her face away from my chest and looked at me, but she did it in a way that I've never forgotten. Then she kissed my lips lightly and slowly. It was an affectionate kiss, but my body reacted right then and there. I took my hands off of her back and grabbed her face so I started to kiss her. At the beginning of the kiss she kept her mouth shut until she gave herself over and opened her mouth wide for my tongue. It felt wonderful when I could feel this moist tongue touching mine. It had been a long, drawn-out kiss; He pushed me gently, looked at me and walked out towards my mother's room. I kept looking, this tall woman (1.70 meters), that big wide bundle with some holes of cellulite; she was walking in a very sensual way (always). She swayed or rolled as you wish to take your breath away. She lay down on the bed and stretched her arm calling for me. The thick thighs, in which I could notice a little cellulite as she walked. My cock looked like an iron (how good it is to be 17 years old). She said: "I'll give you what you want so much". I took off my shirt and bermuda and lay down beside her kissing her. It was a droopy wet kiss our tongues met each other. So darling, give me your saliva. As I kissed her I caressed her breasts, my hand went down to that pile of combs, searched for the slit between them and found it well moist. I stuck my finger inside and started sucking on her boobs. That's how love does.... ... so my sweet little boy.... After a few minutes and began to push my head, I went down kissing his belly, when I arrived at that xana I breathed like it was a flower, wanted to feel the delicious smell of this mouthpiece... i started kissing and sucking her groin, she moaned and twisted .... aiiiii dear ... what good thing .. does do not judge anymore.. licks my grill. I lifted her legs and began to lick her from the ass down to the groin. She moaned loudly; she had a hairy butt, with dark hairs that made me even more horny. Until I couldn't resist sticking my tongue (as much as possible) into her buttocks. So, encouraged by the fact that she was putting her finger in my ass, I soaked my index finger and stuck it into her arse. She made a howl and said, go slowly, for a long time there is no movement of going back and forth, sticks and stays with him quietly, every time I took out my finger she squeezed his butt until at some point she said, this way it looks like I'm gonna shit myself. I can't stand it, I will enjoy <unk> Enjoy my darling, give me your milk and you shall have mine. That was enough, I enjoyed intensely. She sobbed with her mouth in that little bottle and she moaned and rejoiced swallowing all of my fucking. It lasted for seconds which seemed like an eternity. Her body trembled as she made fun. There we stood in this position for a few seconds. Slowly I lifted up the body and took myself to be beside her. I kept looking at her face while she closed her eyes. I kissed her and lay down on her belly side. We were holding hands in silence. She, still with her eyes closed said: "This is madness. I didn't say anything". I began to caress his face and kiss it, half lying on top of him. Then she pushed me, sat over me. He started kissing me passionately, went down my neck, my chest and reached for my dick. Started sucking it, put everything in his mouth, he spit all up, I felt the saliva flow through my bag. With her hand she was stroking it. My stick then reacted and became hard. She knelt over me, took my right hand and placed it at the entrance of that wet trunk, descended and swallowed my whole staff. How delicious it was, to feel the warmth of that kiss I wanted so much. She kept on riding until she asked me to lie down in bed. I climbed up and sat half-asleep. In this position I could suck her tits while she rode. Then she pulled out, told me to come lower and knelt over my face. Suck bitch...suck my pussy. That's what you really want ...my smell is your dog....I sucked as hard as I could because she rubbed the butt against my face with force. Until he stood squarely, his tail wide open on my face and said: "Your pig leg".... Smell my ass... I know you like the smell of me... that's how it is.... stick your tongue in. Again she came down and began to ride, now with force. She rubbed her cheek nicely on my pelvis. She was transformed, her eyes had a strange glow which I have never seen before. Even though I knew she was still slightly drunk, I didn't expect what she did next. That marked my life for all time. I'll give you what Teresa did not. She closed her eyes, stood still, put her hand on her stomach and made a little force..... felt the first drops .... shy... then a rush of urine over my dick.... she moved her hips and was peeing my belly, my chest and went back to the stick finishing urinating. I licked and felt that salty taste. My face got all wet, so she sat on my dick and started kissing me, stirring and moaning with force.... go... punch ... put everything .... it goes ... to the balls.... aiiiiiii i'm going to fuck fucker ... (it doesn't matter if you don't have a big cock, but hearing us call ourselves fucking makes one crazy) When she said this I could not stand anymore ... made strong movements, grabbed her by the waist and screamed like mad ... joking .
She literally fell down beside me, closed her eyes and we were silent. When I opened my eyes again the sun was already entering through the window, I looked at the bedside clock, it was 10 o'clock.
I got up, made coffee for us, took an aspirin and brought it to her along with the coffee. After the coffee she asked me to reach a cigarette for her. She lit the cigarette, looked at me and started laughing saying: "We slept in the middle of piss". My own self was very drunk. Now I could see that body well.
She smoked another cigarette, and with her left hand she was playing... the tip of her fingers on my dick. I hope you don't change because you are going to be such a big man, very twisted and perverted.
My cock hardened, I felt that her mouth was very moist so I lowered my body and smelled... now the smell is like underwear it's strong a mixture of piss and fuck.
And then something completely unusual happened. She said, "I need to go to the bathroom -- physiological needs", and she smiled kind of maliciously, sort of embarrassed.
I even thought that she was going to take a shower after using the bathroom, but she came out of there without me having heard any noise from the shower. She stood at the door and stared at me, it seemed somewhat indecisive. I looked at this body and marvelled. Looking her upside down slowly with an analytical look, I realized my aunt had big feet; I'd never noticed them before: they were beautiful, proportionate, but large. So I got up from bed, knelt in front of her, lowered my body well and kissed them, took some time, passed my tongue on each finger, raised her foot slightly and sucked every single one of his fingers.
When I stopped, she was still standing and said to me: "I didn't take a bath after what you did..... just used toilet paper... behind"... I want to give you something that your uncle loved.... if you don't like it I will have a shower. My answer was <unk> I want everything the way you wanted to give me". She climbed up on my bed and we started kissing each other, pulling us together, her penis growing bigger. She would suck my dick and now abuse me while forcing his finger in my ass because he was sucking. I won't be hypocritical, this is very good! So I started sucking her and smelling it, the taste and smell were strong, almost stinky... She moaned and said.... you're a pig indeed but I love that... Then she pushed my head up on all fours saying now you will smell my pork butt. The scent was really strong, there are still some toilet paper remnants stuck in my hair. That smell, the taste, her words, the way she talked everything made me crazy. I lifted my body up and spat a lot on that stick and positioned it at the entrance of his ass. It's a joke that you what... so take....aiiii...what hot ass.... aiiiii.... I am going to have fun .... - this ... like this .. fill my fucking arse with ... go ... Then I exploded in an intense laugh. When she felt me mocking, it began to mock and shout. It was a strong joy. I stood still, she laid the body on the bed and I accompanied, I lay down on top of her. Little by little my stick went soft and I took him out. I threw myself aside. I ended up falling asleep and woke up about two hours later. My stick was dirty behind g. I lifted off, I had a bath. When I came out of the bathroom she was getting up. He kissed me and said, "I'm gonna take a shower and make us something to eat".
We had lunch and talked about pleasures, I was completely satisfied and happy thinking in my young head that I'd found the woman of my life.
After lunch, she made some coffee and smoked a cigarette. She looked at me seriously and said: "Teresa's doing good work and you are right. You will be a great man in bed". One must always keep one thing in mind that sex is not ugly when the people involved want it to be. It doesn't matter what it is. The vast majority of times people criticize or label others because they have an urge to do things but no courage. Never make yourself comfortable while living with women. When you get married, if your wife and you agree, do whatever you feel like without caring about how society speaks. Fulfill your fantasies without worrying about what others think is right or wrong, and try to escape the routine in sex because it destroys many marriages.
Another thing! That was our first and last time. It won't happen again. I am 45 years old and you are 17, but worse than that, I'm your aunt. That would be a scandal which hurt me and betrayed the trust your parents have in me. Besides, shortly afterwards right there I will be old and ugly with no attraction whatsoever.
I still thought about arguing, but something in here made me shut up.
When my parents came back from their trip the next day, my aunt told them that when they returned to town the following week she would be living on her own again.
That really happened, a month later she no longer lived with us although she visited often. But after that night she always treated me in a very special way which made all my cousins jealous.
A year later she got married. 10 years ago, she became a widow.
Today, at 76 years old and suffering from Alzheimer's disease, she lives with me. And I find myself looking back at this woman who often doesn't even recognize me, and seeing how right she was in everything that she said to me.
FIM and
On January 10th, 1974 we went to Cassino (that's the name of the beach - anyone who knows RS will know where I am talking about).
In this second part I will tell you another event that has marked me, but perhaps on other occasions to talk about my meetings with Teresa.
But back to our summer home.
Until the end of February, which was that year's carnival, everything went on as usual, with only one difference: I dared my aunt more and more. Of course when my mother or father were not around. More and more I ran to the bathroom to get her panties; they smelled stronger every time for my happiness and delight and most times their bottoms became dirty!
I noticed that my aunt teased me whenever she could. It was common for her to come hugging and leaning all over me. She always tried to have spicy conversations with me. When we were relatively alone, she would sit down and let me see her thighs, crossing and uncrossing the legs, sometimes without any panties on, which allowed me wonderful vision.
I remember one hot, rainy morning. We spent the day at home with my mother and her; in the late afternoon she decided to go to the supermarket and invited my aunt who told her that it wasn't over because by then there would be too many people. About 10 minutes after my mom had left, my aunty came into my room where I was lying down reading, sat beside me and started talking to me. She wore a dress with hollow sleeves and buttons on the front. She said it was very hot, stuffy and she unbuttoned some buttons passing her hand over my chest saying that I'm all sweaty. I could see part of her breasts and my dick reacted immediately. She realized; gave a smile and bent down to kiss me on the face and then in disguise touched with her hand the volume appearing underneath my trousers. It was an upper lip-kiss halfway around the corner of my mouth. Then she whispered into my ear: "I am going to take a shower because you are so wet". I watched her come in and leave the door ajar. I stood up to spy, she took off her clothes slowly. I was sure that she wanted me to spy so I didn't worry too much about it. She unbuttoned button by button torturing me. When she removed her dress I could see her from behind wearing pink panties. The pants were not tiny like women wear today; they had a bundle! He turned around slowly, and I saw his big ones, with their beaks very dark and large. They weren't thick at all even though he had no children and never breast-fed. So she took off her panties, looked at them, picked up their noses and smelled it. She then carefully placed the underwear on top of a laundry basket with well-worn soles. When she went into the bathroom I couldn't see anything else. As soon as she came out, wrapping herself in a towel, she walked over to my bedroom door and said: "You can use the toilet; I have already taken my shower". At that moment I was sure she knew what I was going to do, and I was certain she wanted me to. Then I got up from bed where I had been lying down again, stiffly making noise beneath my trousers. I walked past her to go into the bathroom and she said, "You have to lighten up", and laughed maliciously. So I went in there thinking 'fuck it, she wants to see me'; left the door almost wide open; took off my pants; sat down on the toilet bowl; picked up that pink panties; looked at them for a long time. She had this brown fillet underneath, put my fingers through it, held it up to my nose and smelled something wonderful, so I carried the panties over to my mouth and licked. Suddenly I saw her shadow peering out of me. So I started masturbating, and when the fun came in... ...I'd say her name a little louder so she could hear it.
I came out of the bathroom and went into the living room, where I could see her walk across the hall to go in.
After a few minutes she came into the room. I was stretched out on the couch (I think recovering from my puncture... laughter). She sat down next to me, put her hand over my leg and said: "I saw what you did <unk> I know", I replied. You left that panties there for me, didn't you? - Yes, I wanted to see you do it". - In fact, when I realized that you were always taking my panties in the bathroom, I started to take care of you. Then I saw that you smelled and licked while masturbating. That's why I couldn't resist. I began cleaning myself with them every time I jerked off. Sometimes I even stayed two days with the same underwear only to leave it very dirty and stinky. Then we heard the noise of my mother's car and put an end to it.
For almost two weeks we didn't have a chance to talk alone. After that conversation I no longer found her dirty underwear in the bathroom, nor did I get an opportunity to spy on her while she was taking a shower. I also noticed that she became different from me. She continued treating me well but avoided any physical contact except for unintentional facial kisses.
About two weeks after that conversation, the carnival began. My father took advantage of his vacation to travel with my mother. They were going to spend a week in Santa Catarina. We stayed me and my aunt. I confess I had hopes something would happen between us but her way of treating me didn't change. She treated me well, but like an aunty. That made me afraid to try anything.
I didn't like, and still don't really like carnival. My aunt loved it. She bought the tickets for SAC dances and insisted that I go with her. I had no choice but to go.
During the dances I was a bit off because she would end up joining her girlfriends and friends and I'd be on the sidelines. But still, I went to all of them. At the last dance I went in the worst mood my auntie had ever seen. Around 4 o'clock in the morning we had to leave, she could hardly stop standing. We came by car with a friend who offered to take us home. I sat down at the back seat and she next to the guy. She had made out with him at the ball. From the backseat I passed his hand over her thighs. As soon as we got there, I went down and she sat in the car. She didn't come home until half an hour later stumbling around. When she came inside laughing, I was IN THE KITCHEN making a <unk>sanduba<unk>. I confess that I WAS dying of jealousy and anger. I couldn't even look at her. She tried to talk but I did not give up on it. So she got up, with difficulty, put her hand on my nose and said <unk> Feel the smell of his dick in my hand you piece of shit. I slapped her hand and went out to my room. I heard when he knocked at the bathroom door. Almost half an hour later I hear him calling me. Bruno comes here ... helps me...I was a bad boy but still went to see what she wanted, when I opened the door she was kneeling on the floor with her head in the toilet bowl vomiting. I didn't really know what to do. She threw up and cried. As soon as she stopped throwing up I helped raise her. She was naked, trying to cover herself with a towel. I put some toothpaste on the brush and handed it over to her, she started brushing her teeth and the towel fell off. She looked at me with the toothbrush in her mouth, glanced down at the tower on the floor and made a gesture like "fuck you now". She cried and said: "You don't know what I go through. I am not made of iron. I'm a woman. I feel desire, lust. I haven't had any man since your uncle died". - Sorry Aunt...I really do not think so. It is that I was brave ...Auntie!
She moved her face away from my chest and looked at me, but she did it in a way that I've never forgotten. Then she kissed my lips lightly and slowly. It was an affectionate kiss, but my body reacted right then and there. I took my hands off of her back and grabbed her face so I started to kiss her. At the beginning of the kiss she kept her mouth shut until she gave herself over and opened her mouth wide for my tongue. It felt wonderful when I could feel this moist tongue touching mine. It had been a long, drawn-out kiss; He pushed me gently, looked at me and walked out towards my mother's room. I kept looking, this tall woman (1.70 meters), that big wide bundle with some holes of cellulite; she was walking in a very sensual way (always). She swayed or rolled as you wish to take your breath away. She lay down on the bed and stretched her arm calling for me. The thick thighs, in which I could notice a little cellulite as she walked. My cock looked like an iron (how good it is to be 17 years old). She said: "I'll give you what you want so much". I took off my shirt and bermuda and lay down beside her kissing her. It was a droopy wet kiss our tongues met each other. So darling, give me your saliva. As I kissed her I caressed her breasts, my hand went down to that pile of combs, searched for the slit between them and found it well moist. I stuck my finger inside and started sucking on her boobs. That's how love does.... ... so my sweet little boy.... After a few minutes and began to push my head, I went down kissing his belly, when I arrived at that xana I breathed like it was a flower, wanted to feel the delicious smell of this mouthpiece... i started kissing and sucking her groin, she moaned and twisted .... aiiiii dear ... what good thing .. does do not judge anymore.. licks my grill. I lifted her legs and began to lick her from the ass down to the groin. She moaned loudly; she had a hairy butt, with dark hairs that made me even more horny. Until I couldn't resist sticking my tongue (as much as possible) into her buttocks. So, encouraged by the fact that she was putting her finger in my ass, I soaked my index finger and stuck it into her arse. She made a howl and said, go slowly, for a long time there is no movement of going back and forth, sticks and stays with him quietly, every time I took out my finger she squeezed his butt until at some point she said, this way it looks like I'm gonna shit myself. I can't stand it, I will enjoy <unk> Enjoy my darling, give me your milk and you shall have mine. That was enough, I enjoyed intensely. She sobbed with her mouth in that little bottle and she moaned and rejoiced swallowing all of my fucking. It lasted for seconds which seemed like an eternity. Her body trembled as she made fun. There we stood in this position for a few seconds. Slowly I lifted up the body and took myself to be beside her. I kept looking at her face while she closed her eyes. I kissed her and lay down on her belly side. We were holding hands in silence. She, still with her eyes closed said: "This is madness. I didn't say anything". I began to caress his face and kiss it, half lying on top of him. Then she pushed me, sat over me. He started kissing me passionately, went down my neck, my chest and reached for my dick. Started sucking it, put everything in his mouth, he spit all up, I felt the saliva flow through my bag. With her hand she was stroking it. My stick then reacted and became hard. She knelt over me, took my right hand and placed it at the entrance of that wet trunk, descended and swallowed my whole staff. How delicious it was, to feel the warmth of that kiss I wanted so much. She kept on riding until she asked me to lie down in bed. I climbed up and sat half-asleep. In this position I could suck her tits while she rode. Then she pulled out, told me to come lower and knelt over my face. Suck bitch...suck my pussy. That's what you really want ...my smell is your dog....I sucked as hard as I could because she rubbed the butt against my face with force. Until he stood squarely, his tail wide open on my face and said: "Your pig leg".... Smell my ass... I know you like the smell of me... that's how it is.... stick your tongue in. Again she came down and began to ride, now with force. She rubbed her cheek nicely on my pelvis. She was transformed, her eyes had a strange glow which I have never seen before. Even though I knew she was still slightly drunk, I didn't expect what she did next. That marked my life for all time. I'll give you what Teresa did not. She closed her eyes, stood still, put her hand on her stomach and made a little force..... felt the first drops .... shy... then a rush of urine over my dick.... she moved her hips and was peeing my belly, my chest and went back to the stick finishing urinating. I licked and felt that salty taste. My face got all wet, so she sat on my dick and started kissing me, stirring and moaning with force.... go... punch ... put everything .... it goes ... to the balls.... aiiiiiii i'm going to fuck fucker ... (it doesn't matter if you don't have a big cock, but hearing us call ourselves fucking makes one crazy) When she said this I could not stand anymore ... made strong movements, grabbed her by the waist and screamed like mad ... joking .
She literally fell down beside me, closed her eyes and we were silent. When I opened my eyes again the sun was already entering through the window, I looked at the bedside clock, it was 10 o'clock.
I got up, made coffee for us, took an aspirin and brought it to her along with the coffee. After the coffee she asked me to reach a cigarette for her. She lit the cigarette, looked at me and started laughing saying: "We slept in the middle of piss". My own self was very drunk. Now I could see that body well.
She smoked another cigarette, and with her left hand she was playing... the tip of her fingers on my dick. I hope you don't change because you are going to be such a big man, very twisted and perverted.
My cock hardened, I felt that her mouth was very moist so I lowered my body and smelled... now the smell is like underwear it's strong a mixture of piss and fuck.
And then something completely unusual happened. She said, "I need to go to the bathroom -- physiological needs", and she smiled kind of maliciously, sort of embarrassed.
I even thought that she was going to take a shower after using the bathroom, but she came out of there without me having heard any noise from the shower. She stood at the door and stared at me, it seemed somewhat indecisive. I looked at this body and marvelled. Looking her upside down slowly with an analytical look, I realized my aunt had big feet; I'd never noticed them before: they were beautiful, proportionate, but large. So I got up from bed, knelt in front of her, lowered my body well and kissed them, took some time, passed my tongue on each finger, raised her foot slightly and sucked every single one of his fingers.
When I stopped, she was still standing and said to me: "I didn't take a bath after what you did..... just used toilet paper... behind"... I want to give you something that your uncle loved.... if you don't like it I will have a shower. My answer was <unk> I want everything the way you wanted to give me". She climbed up on my bed and we started kissing each other, pulling us together, her penis growing bigger. She would suck my dick and now abuse me while forcing his finger in my ass because he was sucking. I won't be hypocritical, this is very good! So I started sucking her and smelling it, the taste and smell were strong, almost stinky... She moaned and said.... you're a pig indeed but I love that... Then she pushed my head up on all fours saying now you will smell my pork butt. The scent was really strong, there are still some toilet paper remnants stuck in my hair. That smell, the taste, her words, the way she talked everything made me crazy. I lifted my body up and spat a lot on that stick and positioned it at the entrance of his ass. It's a joke that you what... so take....aiiii...what hot ass.... aiiiii.... I am going to have fun .... - this ... like this .. fill my fucking arse with ... go ... Then I exploded in an intense laugh. When she felt me mocking, it began to mock and shout. It was a strong joy. I stood still, she laid the body on the bed and I accompanied, I lay down on top of her. Little by little my stick went soft and I took him out. I threw myself aside. I ended up falling asleep and woke up about two hours later. My stick was dirty behind g. I lifted off, I had a bath. When I came out of the bathroom she was getting up. He kissed me and said, "I'm gonna take a shower and make us something to eat".
We had lunch and talked about pleasures, I was completely satisfied and happy thinking in my young head that I'd found the woman of my life.
After lunch, she made some coffee and smoked a cigarette. She looked at me seriously and said: "Teresa's doing good work and you are right. You will be a great man in bed". One must always keep one thing in mind that sex is not ugly when the people involved want it to be. It doesn't matter what it is. The vast majority of times people criticize or label others because they have an urge to do things but no courage. Never make yourself comfortable while living with women. When you get married, if your wife and you agree, do whatever you feel like without caring about how society speaks. Fulfill your fantasies without worrying about what others think is right or wrong, and try to escape the routine in sex because it destroys many marriages.
Another thing! That was our first and last time. It won't happen again. I am 45 years old and you are 17, but worse than that, I'm your aunt. That would be a scandal which hurt me and betrayed the trust your parents have in me. Besides, shortly afterwards right there I will be old and ugly with no attraction whatsoever.
I still thought about arguing, but something in here made me shut up.
When my parents came back from their trip the next day, my aunt told them that when they returned to town the following week she would be living on her own again.
That really happened, a month later she no longer lived with us although she visited often. But after that night she always treated me in a very special way which made all my cousins jealous.
A year later she got married. 10 years ago, she became a widow.
Today, at 76 years old and suffering from Alzheimer's disease, she lives with me. And I find myself looking back at this woman who often doesn't even recognize me, and seeing how right she was in everything that she said to me.
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