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Aunt in Bikini

... turned on. I know we shouldn't be doing this..." My aunt wriggled and groaned, eyes closing while her jaw hung slack. I had my fingers well wedged into the crease of her pussy, her knickers sodden. "...And I know it's wrong to kiss my nephew," she continued, when the spasm passed. "But it's so dirty, Carl. It's so fucking wicked. And I can't stop myself." Jean gasped and gaped at me, her expression all wide-mouthed delight when my fingers squirmed and pushed her underwear harder against her cleft. "Call me Aunty Jean, Carl. I want to hear you say it while I wank your cock." "Oh, shit," I muttered when my aunt sat up abruptly. Both feet went to the floor and she swivelled towards me, her back straight, hands going to the buckle on my belt. I stared down at her fingers working at the buckle and then the button. I lifted my arse off the seat so she could ease my jeans to my knees. Then my aunt's hand slid into the fly of my boxers, her fingers finding the rigid tumescence within. "bl**dy hell, Carl," she gasped, enthused by the discovery. "You've grown into a big lad." And then I moaned because she'd brought my cock out through the gap in my underwear and wrapped her lips around the bulging dome. "Jean," I gasped. "Aunty Jean," she corrected, her hand cranking at me as she turned to deliver the correction face-to-face. Oh, that look she gave me! Desire surged. "Aunty Jean," I groaned. "Is this really happening?" My aunt's hand continued milking me as she nodded and breathed, ...

... "Oh yes, Carl." An eyelid dropped onto Jean's cheek as she delivered a salacious wink. "I'm wanking your cock. I'm tugging my nephew's lovely big cock ... And now I'm going to suck it again." My aunt went at me, licking and slurping my cock. She kept it up until I was groaning and moaning and my toes were curled up in my socks and training shoes. "You like it when your aunt sucks your dick, Carl?" she muttered eventually. "God, yeah, Aunty Jean," I groaned, accompanying the sound with an eye-roll. "Incredible. You're so sexy ... It feels good. I love it." My aunt levered herself off my lap and, looking into my face, asked, "If I kept on doing it, would you come soon?" I nodded, gulping. "Soon," I replied. "Shit, yes, Aunty Jean." She gave me that devilish smirk again. "Well," my aunt said, "maybe it's time you did me a favour." I boggled at Jean's fingers as she unfastened the buttons on her blouse. My throat worked as I swallowed heavily and moaned, "Oh, fuck." The blouse was gaping open to reveal the upper slopes of Jean's breasts bubbling over the cups of her bra. She watched my face as she slid the blouse from her shoulders. "Got a thing for my boobs?" she asked, the smirk fixed on her face. I just stared -- slack-jawed and boggle-eyed, my gaze fixed on those globes when Jean reached back to unclasp her bra. She teased me by holding the cups in place, the straps slipping to the crook of her elbows. Then, with a flourish and a "Tah-dah," of unveiling, my aunt whisked the bra ...