Episode 1

This is gonna be a long story. But I hope you will have the patience to read it. Took me a while to put it together but it is completely worth it. Happy reading.

I am nineteen. And yet to fu-Ck a girl. Yea, you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want. Well, that wouldn’t change a thing. Or would it? Let’s get back to the real story now again, shall we? Fine. So…I started seeing porn at the age of thirteen. I was in High school then and always asked my friends for their dirty magazines. I loved women (…and still do of course. Wonder how I shouldn’t when I ain’t gay) and was always attracted to more matured ones (MILFs mostly). Even though I craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had the courage to approach any girl who was within my age bracket to ask her out. This meant I would continue with endless fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a boob job. How silly though!), porn and masturbation. By nineteen, I had developed what was becoming one of the largest d!cks for someone my age. My friends had always talked about how large it was and even never minded telling their girl friends. I was never bothered too as I only found it pleasing and largely a source of man pride. They claimed the pecker had only gotten that big because I started fu-Cking girls from a very tender age. I knew better but I never told them how wrong they were (they were duns after all). Whenever we talked about sex, my experiences with porn always looked to substitute for me and over time, most of them began asking me for a couple tips on how they could please their girls. It was quite hilarious! (…and you can see why I called them d*ns. Haha)

The closest I had gotten to having sex was with a visiting sister to a neighbor. As a result of my area of training I somehow became of help to the neighbor in question. He always gave me little tasks to carry out on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had just gotten into my third year in the university and I had a fair idea of what he always gave me to do. It was on one of such assignments that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother of that guy who died on the cross. This one is quite not as innocent). She was far older than myself. At least she was fifteen or seventeen years ahead, and married. I had gone to my neighbor’s place to carry out one of the usual tasks who leaves me with only to meet her at home. After introducing myself, she allowed me in and soon we became friends and got talking. Our conversation was so vast that we soon began talking about the consequences of having lots of weight as human. It propped up an argument as to which, men preferred most. The fat or the slim. I said it was the later of which she did not totally agree to and I knew why. She was a bit plump but was nonetheless married although without kids. She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in the attempt asked me if I knew what it was like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed. I answered like I had tried both of the two sides before but that could not convince her. Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto one of the thighs and asked me if I knew what that succulent thigh meant to most men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing onto the flesh there and bringing herself closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume she was equally not aroused in any way what so ever. However, after she got as close as she could manage, she urged me to feel the flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by one hand while the other grabbed the underneath of the thigh in question. We both were still joking and arguing about it at the same time. I still had intentions of continuing with the task for which I visited and all I planned to do was settle the argument and return to the work. When she repeated the request, I laughed and told her she had too much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this, she further asked me to feel her thighs and that I never knew anything about plump women. I responded by placing a hand on it, telling her it made no difference on what I felt and removed my hand. She rejected my attempt and insisted I would do so again. She even said I would have to try to grab the thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it was not necessary. She made a face and said she never liked what I was doing. In response, I succumbed and made to grab her laps as suggested. However, mistakenly, as I did so, I unintentionally dipped my right fingers through the cut of her p@anties thereby finding her crotch (and how I liked the miracle!). She was partly damp there which I felt was from sweat. But equally full of curly hair. My other hand had held onto the other side of her laps and was already making a move to lift the enormous thing. But with the right one right inside her p@anties, everything paused. She did not utter a word and even when I said I was sorry and tried taking my hand away, she shut up her thighs and caught my hands in between both legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me towards her and that brought my hands straight to her wet psy opening. I only made little additional effort and two finger found their way into her yearning psy! Unfortunately for her, we were only about to get anything going when we suddenly heard a knock on the door. This was followed by her sister’s return. We had been alone all along. My subsequent attempt to get this completed was completely futile as I was told she left the next day. Poor Danny! Really poor, Danny!!

Now I only use that for my fantasies. I always imagine myself completing the process. Locating her psy with the same fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off her p@anties. This would be followed by either my sU-Cking of her psy; which I see as my most coveted desires; or giving her an instant fu-Ck. Nonetheless, all this will keep being fantasies and nothing more. Well, that was about my closest attempt and as you can see, if failed woefully. Now can we talk about more important issues of life? Good.

I am the only son. And in a family of two issues, it simply means I have just one sister. Your daft head can’t just be telling you otherwise! Cannot remember the last time anyone had a transsexual for a sibling. At least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway. So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl. A very pretty girl to say the least. Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl hardly stays home. She just graduated from the university and got enlisted with a Runway outfit (for those of you who have looked up these last two words endlessly without having a clue of what it means; simply think of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That should do). She has always wanted to be a model and how I was sure she fits in. She has a body to die for. As for me, I will be getting out of school as a fresh graduate by the end of the current calendar year. I am studying Physics in school. The same course dad studied. Well…I am still some way from being what he has become in this field. In fact, he is currently a visiting professor at Nottingham Trent University in the united Kingdom and has been made a member of many professional bodies. This was good for the family but I seriously miss his parenting although am aint complaining. I had not chosen the course because of him or his success like it is the case with most Nigerian teenagers (Dad sells used bottles, so I wana be a bottle dealer. Pheew!!). I love physics and had long developed a big interest in it. Now I will soon be getting out of school with a degree in it. And trust me, I have never sorted. At least not yet.

Now over to Mum. She is just great. I haven’t said yours aint equally great. But I’m like; mine is just great!! She is currently the caretaker dad if you get what mean. She works with a Finance Solutions company. Studied Banking in a school in the U.S back in the days and has maintained almost a single job line for over two decades now. Her coming from a wealthy family meant that she would virtually achieve all she ever aspired for except for having another male kid. That, she could not get. Too bad. But I know I do serve up in the absence of two. Like I said, I aint asking for the assist of a transsexual yet. She has been a wonderful mother and hardly complains about my dad’s reoccurring absence. Most times, when it appeared like she was going to feel his absence, she would look for her female friends to spend time with. I pitied her at such times. I was not getting enough p**sy; yea, true. But everyone knows for sure that the case of someone who has gotten so used to fu-Cking every day really looks largely different. Now do not ask me how I knew they always had it every day when he was in. Wonder how many times you would rather have it if you were dad or mum. Spend the next half-hour finding an answer.

Mum has a sister. Annarose by name. And just like yourself, I have spent most part of my miserable life thinking of what meaning the name possibly had. yet, just like yourself too, I haven’t figured out. I have never come to understand what reasons grandpa and grandma had for giving her such a name. Those were meant to be two different name. Type the names on MS word and you would know how different. Unfortunately for me, she still bears the name and she is by far, my most favourite aunt from both dad and mum’s sides. She is just sassy! A closest definition of a bag of fun even though she is currently in her early thirties. She has never lost that impertinence we have known her for and each time she visited, I never got tired of her. She only just recently got married to Uncle Dee Dee; another character of a guy and they stay in Abuja. This has meant that I only get to meet her fewer times a year. However, Dee Dee currently completed a business trip to France which meant Annarose came close to suffering mum’s kinda predicament. What gladdened my heart though, was that, she made up her mind to stay with us until her husband made it back. Each time I remember this, I get so electrified!

It is a pity I have been telling you this story without saying what day it is. Well, I am kinda sorry about that. Today is a Monday here. Do not know what date it is as you read this story but, just try to think today is a Monday. And yea, I also have not said who I am. Well, I said a little about myself back there but, let me kinda say more. I am Daniel by name. I don’t think my surname is that important. I don’t think. So I am Daniel. You should call me Danny though. Just a way of being benevolent and saving you the trauma of stressfully calling out the real thing continuously. Guess you usually end up very aggravated whenever you opt for the later. (Smiles). Well, I have just made up so feel better. That said. So…I am an undergraduate of Physics from the University of Nigeria. I am Ibo although my mum is an Efik. I am tall. Just a little shy of six feet. Handsome. Good-looking. Although I don’t know how these two are different. Rather athletic. Cannot remember the last time I jogged around my dad’s parking lot though, so I assume the fitness is more like hereditary than developed. I am light skinned but not fully fair. So kinda in a fix on that one. I don’t have a girl. Now, don’t ask me why. Just flow with the story. After all, that is why you are reading it. You can make the first move, if you are a girl though. That aside. Thank you. I assume that says it all for me. Or, am I forgetting something? Oh! Okay, Just remembered; my favourite colour is torques blue. How absurd anyway. But that’s that. I also prefer girls that are older than myself. Most especially when they are in their late twenties or thirties. Well, if you just stopped loving me because of this last one, you can move one. Have never complained about being disliked. No hard feelings.
Having defined myself for you, guess we can now return to the story. I know all those were still part of the story but I mean let’s return to the real story. Yea, the real story. It all began exactly two weeks ago. A Monday. Therefore exactly a week today. Mum had told me that Annarose was going to visit us. And she was coming the following day, Tuesday. She was to spend not less than three weeks with us and how pleasant that looked from the start. I know that the more reason why I was happy about the coming of Anna is that fact that she is my favourite but I must still confess that before then, I had gradually started having certain inexplicable feelings for her. I have not said I was interested in fu-Cking her (guess, your very corrupt thoughts had already said so to you) but I cannot deny that I was not increasingly finding her very attractive. She is a very similar type of woman to my mum. Far from large in size but with this body that just appears sufficient in places you would want and expect. She usually wears braids that are normally bold on her face. Her neck is slender, even and tall, and meets her nicely streamlined shoulder blades just at the middle of the frame. Her arms are slender too and smoothly round all the way to her elbow. You wouldn’t find lots of flesh there though. Her boobs are just simply indispensable! They look so so so round and curvy that I most times usually fail to explain just how they are connected to her chest judging from the fact that they endlessly seem like they are both standing on their own accords. Her nipples are the nozzles to the two balls and appear ever erect! She is just breathtaking up there. However, her hip and her ass are just the main reasons for my existence! They are absolute show-stoppers! She has a hip to be enslaved for! The two ends must be virtually a mile apart if measured but look far from disproportionate to her entire body size. When she walks, it takes a calendar year for her entire back side to complete a full swing to and fro. Mehn! Now that is just where the problem is. Her ass! I don’t know how much of porn you watch but I have seen; on very few occasions though; asses that appear rather closer to the bearer’s upper hip than to her thighs. Annarose’s ass just looks like that. Simply hanging on nothing while equally so pointed to the rear and boldly round! She just was a direct route to sin! Mum had told me that Uncle Dee Dee only dated her for a month and got settled with her. Wonder who wouldn’t do that with an ass like that! Well, mum looked quite similar if not for the ass and I guess you now understand why she is increasingly becoming attractive to me in spite of the fact that she is an aunt. I am an ass man! And there is little I can do about it.

It suddenly became Tuesday. Sorry I haven’t narrated to you how I spent the remainder of Monday. I am too busy to. But just know that I had a pretty decent night rest. I didn’t think of Aunt Annarose though. I just didn’t do any foolish thing like that. I just prayed to God and slept. And yea, I go to church dumbass! So here we are now on Tuesday. We spent the first eleven hours of the new day in preparation for Anna. Mum had called to ask her if she wished to be picked from the Akanu Ibiam international airport but she said no. She claimed to have made her plan so we had to keep waiting. I wanted to wait all she wished but…well, not like wait without doing anything. So I got busy. I resumed gaming! I had just won the UEFA Super Cup with Levante on Football Manager Soccer simulator that morning (how impossible it will be in real life situation though. But you just had the name: Soccer Simulator!). Now I was up for the next challenge. However, it was while I had embroiled myself again in this that we heard a knock on the door. Well, it was just me who heard. Mum was indoors, so I walked to the door to open it and alas! there she was! Aunt Annarose in all her elegance and radiance. She was simply gorgeous that very morning!! She was wearing an elastic looking carton-brown gown with a beaded neck. It was very low cut and did little to conceal her very large boobs. I saw myself tracing the inner sides down to the area around the undersides. I had an instant hard on!

“Come here Little D!”, she called out as I yelled my excitement. That is what she calls me. Now if your dumb head cannot still get why; her husband is Dee while I am D(anny). Guess you through? Cool. So, I laughed and embrace her when she did! And she pulled me firmly into her b0s0m causing my entire chest to press into her voluptuously looking soft boobs! I remained there for what seemed like decades as she kept asking me about myself. Now, I cannot say if I was the one who never wanted to get off the soft balloons or if she was just keeping the embrace longer than normal. Because I recall it was not until mum walked into the living room that we had a reason to break the embrace! She must have heard Anna’s laughter.

“Here she is!”, she started. Excitement all over her eyes. “You made us wait so long”
“Hahahaha. As though we would be going for a function together this morning?. Good morning Paula. You didn’t go to the office today?”. I had just collected her bags from her but I still noticed she had her left hand on my right butt0ckz as I made to go drop the bags. It wasn’t a grab; just a slight touch. Think straight man!
“No. Have some days off. How was your trip?”, mum started again
“Was fine. I left home late”
“Who drove you to this place from the airport?”
“Obinna”. (He is Dee Dee’s younger brother, don’t forget that). “I was aware he is in Enugu so I asked him to come pick me. Just a way of seeing him again after a long while”. I was heading to the guestroom now, so barely heard what they were talking about. While I walked, I searched her bags. Cannot really explain what it was I was searching for but I remember seeing the shocker of my life while doing so. Just inside the smaller inner pocket of the main handbag, I found a pink electric vibrator! If you watch porn as much as myself, you should know that there are vibrators that look a lot like dildos. Well, that was exactly the kind I found in there. I was just too scared to feel the thoroughly ribbed toy. I only examined it right from inside the bag and then set her things aside after that. But, the images of the bead-like designs that formed the mid section of the toy was never going to leave my head. I nonetheless joined the others in the living room. Now, keeping the entire episode just in my mind was never going to be easy doing. I wonder how you yourself feel at this moment, reading this!

Dad soon knew about Aunt Annarose’s arrival. Mum made the call. I even had to call Chimma too. That is my sister’s name. Well, as always, she was not going to make it back soon. Her coy were on a tour somewhere around Ghana and wouldn’t be through anytime soon. Well, I still had to tell her. Not like I was not aware she wouldn’t be making it back for aunt. Aunt too joined in the calls and soon all our relatives in the whole wide world (…well, not exactly world. Just Enugu and Abuja) knew she was in town. As for me, my thought strictly refused to be distracted from the images of the vibrator I had seen! It even kept looking like I had only seen it a second ago. I was soon taking a decision to continuously begin inspecting the vibrator with the hope that I will catch it wet someday! Yep, wet from Aunt Annarose’s sloppy psy! Wonder who else’s psy you were thinking it would be. In fact, thinking about this fact, only got me harder down there! No one was aware of what was playing through my head, not even mum. I doubted I was ever going to see Anna in the same light. I mean, she was my favourite Aunt, yea. No doubt. But she has also been some kinda moral influence on me. The times she used to stay with us back then, she would always warn me against lots of things. Sex, bad girls, pornography, alcohol, hard drugs, just name them. So most times I found myself trying to please her more than my own parents. You can now imagine what I felt like when I found the fat pink dildo vibrator in her bag. I was never going to remain the same. I was already perceiving her as some kind of sex figure! Now I ain’t saying that owing a dildo around here was some kind of big thing. Not at all. Of course I have heard things about how sex toys were becoming very rampant in places like Abuja and Lagos. Even though Enugu should be the last on that queue, I wouldn’t say that was my cause for the sweet shock I had experienced. Rather it was totally because of the explanation I had given earlier. Aunt Anna appeared too right to me to own a dildo. Pointblank!

As the day went by, mum kept engaging aunt in lots and lots of chit chat. I was gradually being isolated. Aunt had now changed into a new cloth. It was basically knickers but was designed like the old dungaree. In other words, it continued up to the neck so that you have an option of tying the slings around your neck. However, it did not cover her back. So just her lower half down to her thigh, chest, belly and breast were covered. Well….if at this point, you still haven’t got the explanation…you can assume anything you want as the damn cloth. After all, house cloths are house cloths. Now, back to the story. So as I said, I was continuously being slightly ignored. I had resumed my gaming while taking everything I have got to ogle aunt’s body. Since she was on knickers, her sitting meant her entire thighs were bare for all to see. Of course mum should find this normal as she is a lady but lord knows that I was being aroused seeing them. Her thighs were so fleshy and round. And each time she adjusted in her seat, my eyes were caught in the undulating circular folds of the perfectly light skin! I was mesmerized! This was never going to happen to me few days ago since I never thought of Anna as a source of sexual pleasure.
“So how has study been Little D?” her question jolted me out of my seat as I never expected it. I was staring right at the side of her hip that had been pushed out as a result of her sitting. She must have caught me doing so although I wouldn’t say same for mum as she had engaged her attention by flicking through various TV channels.
“It’s….been fine”, I was stuttering. “We are on vacation”
“Really? Should be your final year now, right?”
“Yea. Exactly”, obviously proud of being so
“Wow! That’s big! You are now a grown man Little D! You should be called Big D now” she was looking at mum while saying so by way of emphasis
I only grinned endlessly. Flashing my eyes at her and mum doing so.
“Come here let me carry you a little! You ain’t the Little D I know anymore” she was grinning widely and spreading her legs in anticipation of my coming.
Now don’t ask me if I accepted to be lapped. And don’t ask me how shy I was accepting so as well. Believe you me, if you were in my shoes too you would definitely be grabbing the offer with both hands. Wonder how I am expected not to take the privilege of entirely soothing my hard done self with the soft skins of the b0s0m of such a gorgeous woman. So…I was sitting on her laps in barely a second later; beaming from ear to ear. I am nineteen years old. Yes. But that isn’t going to count on this one! As she continued talking about how I had gained weight and stuff, I let my eyes linger on her partly exposed boobs. They looked like they were going to spill from the cloth she was wearing. I can’t still tell if mum saw me doing this back then. That matters little.

During dinner later that night, aunt told mum about some materials she had bought during her last trip to Dubai. She had come with some of them and would want mum to pick any ones she liked. I had noticed a bag while taking her things in which I now felt contained the said materials. The bag looked big and quite stuffed. They were going to look at them once we finished eating. As for me, I was seeing the whole thing as another chance to go look at the dildo again. I had only looked at it again once, after that initial encounter. Aunt had hardly left the living room since she arrived except for the times she had to change and fix other things. So I was still not expecting her to have used the dildo in our house yet. But I just wanted to have another look at the pink toy! So, just as they made it to mum’s bedroom upstairs with the bag of cloths after our dinner, I diverted into the guestroom. The vibrator was still in the same handbag so I picked it out and began observing it. It maintained the same diameter from the head down until somewhere around the tip. There, it looked narrowed and slightly curved. I could also see the little addition made which I think serves the cl!toris. The dildo was big and I got really heightened thinking about how aunt uses it in her psy. As I thought this, a thought occurred to me. I needed to smell it. I assumed she usually cleaned it after each use but I was hopeful I would get the slightest sniff of her psy if I tried. I know you are thinking I had played dumb, but well, I would still repeat same if I am to get into the same position hundred more times! It is as bad as that.

Misty Stone fu-Cks one of her employees because he was late to work.I brought the rubbery plastic to my nose and inhaled hard. It was so difficult getting any smell from the toy but when I eventually did, I was rather shocked by the outcome. I had an idea of what p**sy smelt like. My closest encounter with sex had thought me that. So I quite had an expectation of what the dildo should smell like, but instead, I got an entirely different experience. The dildo had a metallic smell. Now if you have done some naughty things, you should know that that is the smell of a washed clean asshole. The dildo smelt like it was being used in the ass or at least it was recently used in the ass. I was both excited and baffled at the same time. Aunt Annarose was doing dildos and vibrators. And not just that. She was equally shoving ‘them’ big things up her fat round ass!! Mehn!! I was seriously in need to wank my 8inch steel! I returned the dildo and ran out of the room. Made it into the toilet, dropped my shorts, got onto the porcelain sitter and in four minutes, jetted the entire toilet wall with endless projectiles of thick white cum! I was insane with lust!

I was called upon minutes after this. They were stuck in deciding; between a couple of cloths; which mum was to take. So, I briefly joined them upstairs. Of course with my now limp d!ck, rightly concealed in my boxer shorts. Aunt Anna was standing in front of the mirror when I walked in. She had changed into a night dress. It looked more like a night robe as it had no buttons (it is tied up with ropes) but was definitely too short to be called that as it barely covered her thighs. I doubted she would wear this around me if it were two years ago. I must be looking like an adult to her now.
“Little D, which would you rather take”, she began as I made for mum’s bed. She had two sari materials of distinct colours hanging from both hands.
“Ughhhhmmmm…I think the blue one.” I pointed to the one on her left. She immediately turned to the mirror with the indicated one while asking mum if she now sees that she had made the right decision. I was just staring at her exposed thick thighs as she said those and I soon brought my eyes to her round ass cheeks. Her night dress looked so tight against them and images of how she looked anytime she fu-Cked herself with her big pink dildo, crowded my mind.
“So mum should pick this one?” she had caught me starring again. And when I met her eyes, they boldly had that look of ‘I know what you were doing’.
“Yea. This one is fine”, I was struggling with my confidence. Well, I hadn’t seen anything yet. It was only going to get worse instantly. Because, just then, she swung the cloths to mum who began inspecting them and she walked straight to where I was seated on mum’s bed and sat right in-between my slightly spread legs! Her thick ass caught my crotch slightly and I got some pain from it. But hey!! who cares!!! I was in heaven! An aunt I had lately thought a lot about sexually, was now sitting right on my crotch (..well, almost on my crotch). And guess what? Because of the short length of the robe she was wearing, it was as though her entire thigh and lower butt0ckz were resting on me. I did not try checking if this was so as I was scared mum would catch me watching so I only assumed it was. In response, Anna acted like what she just did was one of the most normal things to do in the world. She continued her chat with mum and I was left dumbstruck! I was meant to leave now since I had no other business there but tell me if you would dare stand if you were to be me! So, instead I stayed put!

“You are hurting me”, was aunt’s sudden complain as I tried to regain my composure. “Adjust your knee, it is hurting my back”
I didn’t understand her. My legs were spread meaning that my knees were far apart and nowhere around her back let alone in a position to hurt her. So when I leaned closer to ask her how, I was surprised to see her lean forward in an attempt to nudge my legs even further apart. This left my crotch fully open to her backside and in one jerk, she pushed her entire bum deeper into me! Mum was busy with the many cloths she had in her hands so obviously wasn’t seeing us. I couldn’t say a word anymore. I was sweating furiously.
“This is better”, came a beaming Annarose as she leaned towards mum to pick one of the material she had. Now I didn’t know if she was referring to her new position or the cloth she was picking. I just had to look down towards her butt as she did. Her robe had ridden up now and I clearly saw how her white lacey p@anties as they cut into the skin of her fat succulent ass cheeks! She was making me suffer. However, when she returned straight up, her ass crack found my very stiff d!ck, and I still believe she noticed because she pressed the entire weight of her ass into me as though she sought for a response. I hissed.

“Any problems, Danny?” mum asked. She was looking up at me, obviously attracted by my hiss.
“Problems? Nope” I tried hard to look oblivious “I was just admiring that one you have with you. It is beautiful” I pointed to a material on her lap.
“Really? I like it too. Might take it.” She was spreading it to have a better look. Aunt Annarose kept totally calm.
When mum appeared to have gotten drawn to her task again, I sought to return aunt’s favour. So slightly pushed my hip a little forward. This got my crotch further into her back side causing my buried d!ck to even drill deeper into her ass crack! I swear I heard what seemed like a purr escape her lips! Then, she nudged her waist back. This pressed into me like before. My d!ck was still right in-between her clothed ass crack! I returned the gesture and soon, we had begun a slight but steady grind! She would grind into me while I responded by drilling my d!ck further up her crack. This continued for quite a while and she did well by keeping mum distracted with the conversation she was having with her.

After what seemed a full twenty minutes, she told us she wanted to use the toilet. I had expected her to rise immediately but she didn’t. And had she done so, I would have been exposed to mum. My 8inch raging boner was very pronounced on the fabric of my boxer at that point and mum would have seen it clearly. So aunt’s choice to give me a while to adjust was well taken and I did well to hid the stiff pecker before she stood and left for the toilet. When she returned, she didn’t rush her sitting, instead she seemed to study the situation first. Mum had been sitting on her rug-covered floor. In fact, that was the more reason why she hadn’t seen any of the things that have been going on. I was getting worried now that aunt won’t be getting back to sit like before. My d!ck had gone limp slightly and I assume she must have felt the frustration on my face. Because not long after, she returned to the same exact position but this time, she seemed to be particular about keeping her legs closed together while doing so. She caught my crotch with her bum as usual and as my d!ck sprang to life again, it found its way straight in-between her ass crack. and alas! It appeared bare! She had gone out to remove her p@anties! The only thing separating my blood-filled d!ck from Aunt Annarose’s luscious ass was my boxer shorts! I was in dream land!

I was brought back to the present by a thrust from aunt’s ass. She obviously wanted us to resume our little play thing and I easily obliged. I even responded harder than before by making sure my d!ck got ever closer to her p**sy opening but still very discreetly and she showed her gratitude by turning her head a bit towards me, giving me a slight smile. She was not hiding the fact anymore. She must be wanting me to fu-Ck her or something! We rocked our hips back and forth in the slowest of ways but yet with so much intensity. I was spotting the most erect d!ck in town, and when I observed her boobs from the side of her robe, I clearly saw her erect nipple sticking through! She was equally aroused. Not long after, I blew my jizz into my boxer, for the second time that day. I just couldn’t bear the arousal anymore. There was so much cum that my entire crotch was drenched as it ran down my thigh. Aunt must have felt the sudden dampness in my short right on her bare butt0ckz because she responded by rubbing her ass more and more into my crotch, seeming to make the sticky thing smear all over my pubic region. We both were obviously enjoying this.

We had barely finished this when mum began packing all the cloths back in. Indicating to us that it was time for her to go to bed. This was meant to mean little to me but considering that my bedroom is just right across mum’s door, sticking with aunt for the night wasn’t just looking a possibility. I would have loved to take a chance of fu-Cking her that same night but that does not mean I was not satisfied with what she had already given me. With the aid of one of the pillow’s on mum’s bed, I hid my soaked shorts and made it out of her room. I dint get to talk to aunt again that night and as I made to sleep later on, thoughts of all that had happened that very day never left my head. I had just come close to fu-Cking a favourite aunt who loves rimming her asshole with a big fat dildo. Fabulous!

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