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Aunt in Bikini

... that," she mumbled, her eyes searching my face while, as before, she did nothing about my fingers touching her. Jean moved in closer and sort of bit the air between us three times. It was like she was opening her mouth to say something, but decided against it. When I look back now I realise she was moving in to kiss me, changing her mind at the last moment, only to repeat the process a moment later. My heart was thumping. I somehow sensed we were on the edge of some huge event. It seemed to me on some vague, instinctive level, that if I leaned in and kissed my aunt's mouth, she might reciprocate. I just didn't have the nerve to make a move. What if I had it wrong? What if I kissed her and all hell broke loose? So I sat there with Jean's heavy-lidded stare on my face, my hand on her leg. Next, apparently of its own accord, my hand slid over smooth skin until my fingers found the tender flesh of Jean's inner thigh. She let out that low moan again. Once more she uttered, "You shouldn't be doing that, Carl." But, as I massaged her at that intimate place, my aunt's legs uncrossed. The skirt was as taut as drum skin across her lap, riding higher as she eased her buttocks over the cushion until she was almost horizontal, all scrunched up on the settee. I still had the beer in one hand, my other resting on Jean's leg. I could see the deep purple of the woman's underwear, with the gusset packed with her plump pudendum. My aunt took the can from my hand, remaining in situ as she ...

... placed it blindly onto the table next to her. Then she used the same hand to reach up, fingers curling around the nape of my neck. Next thing, we were kissing. The kiss started off all tentative, several quick pecks at one another's lips, expeditionary, exploratory, testing each other until the dam burst and our mouths opened. Jean moaned into my open mouth, gasping when our tongues slid and writhed, dancing in a serpentine whirl. The kiss smashed my inhibitions. It was the signal I'd needed from my aunt and I ran my hands over the front of her blouse, squeezing her breasts through her clothing and bra. My aunt squirmed, her legs going wider, pelvis rising as she thrust her groin against the palm of my other hand. "We shouldn't be doing this, Carl," the woman mumbled, her eyes glazed while she stared up at me, her expression all surprised and wondering. I knew how she felt; I was amazed and stunned too. But that sensation was by far outweighed by the desire surging through me. I was kissing my aunt and kneading those big boobs while the woman I'd coveted for weeks was returning my kisses, writhing on the sofa, soft mewls and whimpers coming out of her. I could feel the heat coming through her underwear, the material squidgy against Jean's pussy. "Aunt Jean," I mumbled, pulling away from the latest tussle of our lips and tongues. She winced, nose wrinkling, her eyes blazing with lust as she offered me a devilish smirk and said, "Call me Aunty Jean, Carl ... It gets me so bl**dy ...