1. 30 years from Tease to Sleaze


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: kini5000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The fun part is much later, this is about how I led my aunt into experiencing being a slut late in life. His wife, my aunt Saru, was a tease. She may not have had much in the breast department but she had very luscious hips and a cute slightly plumpy ass. Living in a remote town frustrated her. She was in her 30’s loved getting out and about and loved flirting with us. We never took it seriously but she was brazen, nicknaming me her boyfriend etc. Being my aunt, I avoided getting too involved. But the teasing kept getting intense. When I was 16, my father passed away. Although my uncle was now the patriarch, he spent a lot of time on his plantation. I lived in a city 400 miles away. A lot of my holidays saw me shipped over to visit my grandmother who lived with him and his f****y. One time, I was in the back of the car with her since my uncle was driving along with an elder and her hand never left my thigh. I clumsily put my hand on her thigh and she gave an acknowledging squeeze. Another time, which was even more brazen was when I was lying on a divan, chatting with the rest of the f****y, including my uncle, my mother and my grandmum. Saru comes along, flirts in front of my uncles and lies down along with me. She then presses my buttocks against me and oh boy, I was on fire. No one noticed anything except for what they thought was the mock flirting. It was a challenge, maintaining a normal conversation, with her buttocks tightly against my crotch. To make it worse, she ...
    kept titillating me by clenching her buttocks in a pulsating manner. This was pure agony. Remember, this is in Kerala, India where the weather is hot and humid and was wearing thin short. I could not afford to come. After a while, I had to turn and keep my crotch firmly on the divan. However, making a move on her was out of the question – one was my grandmother who is a light sl**per and the other, more moral fact that it is my father’s b*****r’s wife. Ah - dilemma’s. The older houses in India have bathrooms with two doors – one to the bedroom and one opening outside to enable cleaning. One holiday, my uncle and grandmother were away. I came back from visiting a cousin early and noticed Raju, a 30 something plantation worker with a solid body entering her bathroom, after lunch. Saru always had a bath at this time after completing the household chores. This looked interesting. I slowly climbed and peeked. Saru had lifted his loin cloth and was hungrily sucking his 8th inch black cock. Hungry means, she was gurgling. After a while, she stopped, turned around and lifted her housecoat. I saw her substantial buttocks. He plunged his cock into her and roughshod her. She whimpered but the pleasured expression on her face was amazing. He spurted his seed into her, it was dripping out. I saw her cup her left hand to catch the dribble, rub her fingers in it and suck it up. (she had had a hysterectomy so she could go bareback without a problem). I then heard a car drive up. I quickly made ...
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