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I woke up to the now common sounds of my aunt Lola and my dad banging away through the thin walls that separated our side of the duplex from hers. I waited until I heard him depart, his stupidly loud Dodge obscene in our quiet little cul-de-sac. He had left her front door ajar, and I quietly pushed it open, stepped inside, and immediately saw her propped up on the futon. Taking in the scene like a crime scene detective: two Starbucks on the end table, one with lipstick. A filled condom on the floor. What appeared to be a hickey on the exposed upper slope of her breast.
Lola was wearing a white tank that appeared to be damp and clingy from her recent exertions, her lower half lost in a tangle of black bed sheets.
She met my eyes but said nothing, merely reaching to pluck a fresh condom off the end table. Delicately she placed the foil wrapper between her teeth, tore it open, smearing a little of her lipstick on the shiny gold wrapper, and held it up. I approached her and slid my boxers down and off, and together we rolled the latex over my erection. Still silent, she rolled down flat onto her tummy, and pulled a pillow under her hips. Casting apart the sheets revealed that the tank was all she had on. Her smooth ass, raised on the pillow seemed to beckon to me…the untanned triangle from her swimsuit bottom making the scene even more enticing. She spread her legs wide and presented her glistening sex to me, making short backward thrusting motions, urging me to enter. She snaked an arm underneath, reaching back to two- finger spread her pink lips…Just in case I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to enter.
Climbing aboard I took her prone, sliding into her warm slot, and a with only a few hard thrusts grunted and came…I was ashamed and started to pull back, to leave, to flee, but she reached back behind and clamped me to her. She began undulating gently, and with her hand guided my hand to her breast. I could feel my erection-which had slightly deflated with my first ejaculation-recovering to blue- steel readiness.
This time I moved slower, rolling my hips, reaching under to tweak and roll her nipples. She began moaning in response, now wildly bucking back against me, thrashing as though trying to unmount me. She shrieked then: cumming hard, clamping down on me, straining up, up, arching her back, in what appeared to be a parody of porn and lust. But was in fact, the real quill…
Sweaty, I collapsed atop her, moving apart her raven mane to savor her neck, the smooth brown side of her throat.
She spoke , then, for the first time, her voice barely audible even though I was mere inches from her full, red lips.
“You’re still hard.”
“Uh huh.”
“What do you want, baby? Use your words… You know Auntie Lola has been fasting for two days? Only broth and water…”
Obviously, she sensed my confusion, because she explained the significance of her diet in that same disjointed, dreamy tone.
“Honey, its an old porn performer trick that learned when I was tending bar in Reseda…basically it’s to ensure that the performer is clear, is clean for anal…So If you want your auntie’s ass…The lube’s right there.”
She didn’t need to ask twice.
NSFW: yes
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