If you want to know why I am fucking my aunt, you might want to read the original storyā¦
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It had been a while since I had paid a visit to my Aunt Margaret. It wasnāt that I didnāt want to, it was just that things just kept getting in the way of my getting enough time to spend quality time getting my pipes cleaned. By this time, I was the cock of the walk. I had bedded two women over 40 years old, and who needed the young chicks? Thus the need to clean my pipes. As it turned out later in my life, I would go the opposite way, opting for women younger than me as a rule.
It had been about 3 weeks since I had visited Aunt Margaret and I found myself wanting her more and more. I felt like a real man when I was with her. She appreciated that I was learning how to please her and make her feel good. One hot summer afternoon, I found myself with a few hours to kill and a raging hormone imbalance, so I decided to make my way over to my Auntās house. As usual, I went through the back yards and made my way to her back door. It was symbolic in a way that I was going in the back door, because the last time we were together she hinted we were going to try anal the next time we got together.
I wasnāt too sure how that worked, having never even discussed it with my buddies or knew much about it. In any event, I went in the back door and quietly walked in the first floor of the house. I called her name, but didnāt get an answer, so I decided she wasnāt home and started to go toward the back door, when I heard something upstairs. As I stopped and listened, I recognized a manās voice coming from upstairs somewhere. This piqued my interest and I listened to hear what was being said. I heard āsuck it Margeā¦suck it goodā. Then I heard what was my auntās muffled response. Then I heard him say āGodā¦thatās greatā¦.I want to pound your pussyā. By now I am hard as a rock, because I am hearing my aunt getting ready to fuck some guy.
I took off my shoes and tiptoed up the stairs. Unfortunately a few of the steps squeaked, so I was afraid they would hear me. I noticed that the bedroom door was open fully, so I had to stay on the stairs and watch from there, lest they see me passing their door. I watched in awe as the cop who had given me a break began to mount my aunt and pound his very large cock (compared to mine) into her gaping pussy. He didnāt last long and came with a loud gasp accompanied by her moaning āpump me baby, give it to me hardā.
When he had exhausted the pulsating movements of his cock into my auntās pussy, he rolled off and collapsed next to her. She sat up and looked right into my eyes, and smiled at me, signaling me to go back downstairs. I nodded, but stayed and watched her lick his cock clean. I then retreated downstairs and into the basement stairway, remembering to take my shoes with me.
In a few minutes, I heard him come down the stairs and exit the house through the back door. Then I heard my aunt call my name and beckon me upstairs. When I got up there, I was confused. Why did she want me to see her right after she fucked someone else? It didnāt take long to figure out what was on her mind. She was still lying naked on the bed with her legs spread. She told me to get undressed and join her.
While I was taking off my clothes, which seemed to take an eternity, she told me she had heard me call her name when I was downstairs, and decided to see what I would do. She was aware of my presence the whole time and was excited beyond belief to be fucking the cop while she knew I was watching. She said she got turned on by exhibiting herself to me. She said ā I want you to fuck me right now while his cum is in my cuntā.