1. Horny Aunt Addi


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Coercion, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Don'sdick, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    moved in with Rob. That was to look at a leaking faucet in her bathroom lavatory. I was struck by the theme in which her room was decorated… Religion. There were pictures of angels and Jesus everywhere. All four corner posts of her bed were fashioned into crosses. Her matching curtains and bedspread were lavender prints, filled with images of more angels. Her drawings were pretty much the same themes, as were her designs for silver and turquoise jewelry… Then I spotted a stack of older oil paintings. “Those are my dad’s. Some of them aren’t very nice; he liked to paint naked people.” Some of the artwork was beautiful sunsets, depicted from the decks of ships, “He was in the Navy. He could sell the naked paintings for ten times more money than the scenery. I always thought he was pretty good, but he was more proud of his writing… which is also, mostly, not very nice.” I ran across a small painting of a little, naked brunette; she was turned with her back to the artist, but had her cute little head turned, looking over her shoulder and down at a kitten, “What a cutie. Is this you, by any chance?” Addi blushed and took the canvas from my hand, “Uh-oh, I thought this one was in the closet. Yes, it’s me. The only person he painted more than me was my sister… but that’s a story that’s not very nice, either. Dad and Delilah were too close… more than they should have been, if you get my drift.” As a matter of fact, I WAS getting her drift. Delilah and her father were lovers… somehow, ...
    ‘lovers’ was never one of my favorite words, when it came to just having sex. Loving is one thing… fucking was another; Not taking away the fact that one definitely complimented the other. The more we talked, the more comfortable Addi became. She agreed to pull the rest of her dad’s things out of the closet so I could see them on our next visit. I suggested that she work on Rob; and I would encourage Carly to take her fishing gear along next time. It worked…. On the next trip, Carly drove Rob’s old truck to the big lake, about thirty minutes away; their overdue fishing trip was underway. I chose to stay at the house in order to work, quietly, on a novel. Addi told them she was going to take a load of old clothes to Goodwill… As soon as the truck was out of sight, I asked her about her father’s work. The boxes were on the floor of her closet, ready to be explored. Her father had sold all but three of Delilah’s paintings before he died. As she opened up her stash of treasures, she was quick to point out, again, “Like I told you, some of these are real nasty. I would never pose like this for anyone, thank you, Jesus.” My mind was whirling, “If these are so bad, why was she so quick to share them with me? I think the woman is in bad need of a good fucking.” We sat on the couch and picked up the few on top of the stack. Both of us were wearing loose legged shorts. The first painting was Delilah as a teenager, leering at the artist with a seductive look. Just below that look was a ...
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