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Once we had indulged in a delightful breakfast, my uncle and cousin busied themselves gathering everything they would need for the day. Meanwhile, I eagerly offered my assistance to my alluring aunt as she graciously oversaw the cleaning of the kitchen and the washing of the dishes. With the completion of our tasks, she bid farewell to them at the door, her delicate grasp around a steaming cup of tea. As she closed the door, she turned to face me, her eyes filled with an irresistible allure. Taking a sip of her tea, she studied me intently and uttered those intoxicating words, “You are mine now.”
A blush crept across my cheeks, and a wave of nervous anticipation washed over me. However, her touch on my shoulder eased my anxieties, as she assured me to relax, affirming, “Sweetie, I promise not to devour you…yet.” We began to converse freely about the last few days, unearthing the truth of our shared experiences. She revealed her passionate nature, her unyielding desire, which had awakened even more within her recently. She spoke fondly of her sensual encounters with my uncle, their love reverberating through every word. Though she professed her fidelity to him, they had mutually agreed on the thrill of seeking out a young suitor for her amusement. The revelation that they had been aroused by my voyeurism enthralled me, the forbidden nature of our connection inflaming an irresistible attraction.
I admitted my disbelief, unable to fathom the magnitude and intensity of their sexual escapades. The wild, rough encounters they had indulged in seemed beyond the realm of imagination. Sharing my own desires, I divulged my preference for mature, voluptuous women, causing her to chuckle knowingly. She confessed that it came as no surprise, citing the ease with which she had seduced and captured my attention. It delighted her to find she could still captivate a vibrant young man like myself. Our conversation delved into increasingly erotic territories, the air thick with a palpable sexual tension that stirred a hunger within me, the unmistakable bulge in my pants serving as testament.
Setting her cup delicately upon the table, my aunt adjusted her robe, the hint of something pink peeking out from beneath. Aware of my gaze fixated upon her, she locked eyes with me and teased, “Would you like to uncover the secret hidden beneath this fabric?” My willing nod and buoyant smile prompted her to problem a challenge, “But you must reveal yourself first.” Her finger directed my attention to my pants, a command to remove them. Obliging with an exhilarating thrill, I swiftly peeled away the garment, exposing my throbbing erection, prompting a soft moan to escape her lips. Her hand alighted upon my chest, trailing a finger downward, reaching the base of my pulsating member. Sensually, she traced the path from base to tip and back down, all the while sliding her hand beneath my shirt, her touch exploring my chiseled abs and firm chest. Her hand lingered over my chest as she murmured, “Take it off, too.”
Willing and trembling with desire, I swiftly discarded my shirt, now naked before her as she stood before me. My nakedness seized her attention momentarily before she commanded, “Show me what you were doing that first night you spied on us.” At first, her meaning eluded me, but the realization struck, and a shudder of excitement coursed through my body. She longed to witness me pleasuring myself, just as I had done while imagining them in their passionate embrace. Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around my pulsating shaft, commencing a nervous yet willing stroke. Her praise, punctuated with a firm yet seductive tone, spurred me onward. Continuing to caress myself, fueled by the explicit nature of our conversation, every stroke amplified my arousal, the bulge in my pants betraying my heightened desire.
“Look at me,” she commanded, and our gazes locked, intensifying the thrill coursing through my veins. My hand never faltered, the rhythm of our lust beat in perfect synchrony. She tantalized me, slowly unveiling the secret beneath her robe, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Each time my eyes dared to wander, she reminded me with a commanding seriousness, “Look into my eyes.” The sexual tension, thick and intoxicating, threatened to push me to the edge. I struggled to hold back, but she refused to let me cease my pleasurable torture. Her seductive motions continued, driving me to the precipice of ecstasy. I watched intently as her robe revealed more of her captivating figure. A pink top, braless, exposed her erect nipples, teasingly brushing against the fabric. Her short black skirt adorned her curvaceous hips, enticing me even further. Every fiber of my being yearned to touch her, to taste her, yet she thwarted my desires with a firm command, “Uh uh, no touching until I say so.” A groan of longing escaped me, and I obediently remained on the couch, itching to explore her every curve.
It was evident that my desperation only fueled her desire, as she feasted upon my longing. With a wicked smile gracing her lips and a naughty glimmer in her eyes, she began to tease, her hands roaming her own body with tantalizing caresses. Oh, how she derived pleasure from tormenting me, her touch sending paroxysms of desire coursing through my core. Slowly, she squeezed her supple breasts through the fabric, pulling at her nipples and reveling in their sensitivity. Her hands ventured lower, tracing the curve of her thick thighs, inching beneath her skirt. Then, the unmistakable sound of wetness, accompanied by the rise of her increasingly passionate moans, filled the room. Instinctively, I attempted to move closer, to experience her intimately, but she swiftly denied my advances. Instead, she commanded me to continue stroking myself while she further indulged in her own bliss. The auditory symphony of her aroused state, the wet sounds emanating from her beautifully saturated core, consumed my senses. The culmination of her pleasure fast approached, her breathing ragged, her moans growing more fervent. And there it was, the release, intense and electrifying, as her body quivered and trembled.
With a dazed yet satisfied expression, she withdrew her hand and presented her fingers, glistening with her essence. Extending them towards my lips, she traced their wet trail across my willing mouth. I reveled in the opportunity to savor her intoxicating taste, as I willingly sucked and licked her fingers clean, savoring every delicious drop. Drawing closer once more, she pressed her lips against mine, a tender yet fiery kiss shared between two souls consumed by desire. Straddling my lap, she positioned herself, allowing my throbbing member to glide against her heated core. A potent cocktail of pleasure and hunger coursed through us as we kissed fervently, her lips seeking to claim the taste that was uniquely mine. Gradually, our fervent passion evolved into a gentler, more passionate exchange, adding depth and connection to our intimate union. Our bodies moved in unison, the enchanting rhythm building as our desires converged.
She relinquished control, her hands settled upon my chest, guiding the arch of her hips with a mesmerizing fluidity. Back and forth, a dance of pleasure, slow and deliberate, punctuated with primal moans escaping our entangled mouths. Her teeth lightly sunk into my lower lip, marking me with her desire and propelling me further towards ecstasy. However, she skillfully halted my movements, reigniting the fire of anticipation that surged through me. Placing her hands firmly on my chest, she began to writhe and grind upon me, increasing the intensity with every intoxicating stroke.
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