She swayed her hips side-to-side and grinned back at me over one shoulder. Milf sex Aunt Janet had both hands up against the door while I stood behind her, my jeans at my shins, my hands on her buttocks so I could splay the cheeks wide and get a good long look at the scarlet gape of her cunt. The pliant texture of tit-flesh and the velvety feel to her skin brought out the beat. “I haven’t seen him,” Aunt Janet lied, as smooth as a politician on polling day. Her shape moved to the door. I felt the first tremor of doubt when I saw Janet’s face. My aunt went down and sucked my cock. But, a week after the affair began, even that little caveat got set aside and we were fucking upstairs while my mother was down in the kitchen. It was as addictive as it was stupid. Bedroom. I … I understand. I gasped with the sheer delight of seeing her that way. She opened it and, after a pause, stepped out into the hallway.
