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Aunt in Bikini

... away, holding it at arm's length before letting it drop. I believe I actually whined like a hungry dog when I first saw Jean's breasts completely bare. The sound piped out of me, my eyes bulging fit to pop out of their orbits. "A definite fan," Jean said, chuckling. She reached for my hands. "Here, feel." My fingers were spread over firm yet spongy flesh. Jean's nipples poked from between the index and third fingers of both hands, those teats like thimbles. I squeezed gently, testing the density of my aunt's breasts, the action bringing a closed-eyed moan from her. "God, I'm so fucking horny," Jean groaned. We kissed again, an oddly tender, loving meeting of our lips and tongues: the calm in the eye of the tempest. Then my aunt was on her feet, her boobs swaying, my eyes locked on their heavy pendulum swing until she hiked up the denim skirt and hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. Jean caught my attention when, with a tug and a shimmy, her underwear went down to her ankles. She stepped free daintily, and then posed with her fists on her hips. "Smooth," I whispered when confronted by Jean's depilated mons. "I love my pussy all bare," the woman informed me. "What do you think, Carl?" I blinked and nodded in a vague response. I was too busy gawping at Jean's dangling labia, those folds thick and meaty between her legs, the silhouette clearly visible. Jean noticed my fixation. She shrugged. "Piss flaps like elephants ears," she said, crudely. "That's what one ...

... bloke said." "You're beautiful," I managed to croak, tearing my eyes away from the sight of my aunt's ungainly labia. "Thank you, darling," she replied, smiling at me as she d****d herself across the sofa, legs going wide so her pussy was entirely exposed. "Now, how about you give your Aunty Jean some attention?" Jean splayed her labia with the tips of her middle fingers, holding herself open to expose her scarlet core, pinning the flaps against her body like the petals of some exotic flower. "Lick me, Carl," the woman whispered, her chest rising and falling. "Lick Aunty Jean's cunt." Spurred by that obscenity, I fell to the task with gusto. What I lacked in experience and finesse I made up for with rampant enthusiasm. My aunt offered guidance, keeping me focussed with gasps and mewls and the occasional snarled command. I lapped at her like a thirsty Labrador, my tongue all over her, loving the taste and texture of my aunt's sex. "Two fingers," Jean grunted, hips corkscrewing as I complied. "Keep licking my clit," she added with a mumble. "Curl those fingers inside me. Feel for a little rough patch on top." Her curdled groan told me I was doing okay. "Lick me," Jean squealed, her shoes coming up off the floor. She held her thighs at their limit, legs spread as she laid there with her chin on her chest, staring over the front of her body. Jean's face was a twisted grimace of agonised delight as she hissed, "Lick it," teeth clenched, the cords in her neck taut. "My clit ... Lick ...