She positioned herself so there wasn’t any curve from her mouth to her throat. If you were standing up and raised your eyes to the ceiling, that would be the same angle my aunt was trying to get—a straight shot. She grabbed and pointed my penis towards her.
Her mouth went over the tip and the head and a few inches of the shaft. She waited a moment and then pushed her head forward, taking in about half total. I could feel my cock tip hit something. Her throat. She backed off all the way, coughed and cleared her throat, then sniffed like her nose was leaking.
“I think I can do this,” she said. “I just have to relax my throat and not think I’m choking.”
I believe she was talking to herself and not me, but I listened in with attention. She looked determined.
She went in for another try. This time, when she got to her throat, she paused, took a noisy deep breath through her nose and pushed her mouth forward. Her throat opened and she made a few gagging sounds but didn’t stop until her lips were deep into my pubic hair at the base of my cock. Her red hair seemed even brighter when compared to the darkness of my pubs.
My Auntie Lee had deep-throated me.
She pulled herself off and coughed a few times and needed tissues to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.
She cleared her throat, laughed, and said in that just-woke-up voice, “Cross that off my bucket list! I don’t think there’s any permanent damage!” She laughed again.
“Bucket list complete?”
She stood up. “Not quite.” In one graceful, swift motion Auntie Lee pulled her top up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Then her light-blue shorts and pink panties found their way to the floor. She stepped out of them with her left foot and then kicked them against the far wall with her right.
My aunt, my totally naked aunt extended her right hand to me. I took it and she pulled me to my feet.
“Hall pass. It makes sense to me that I deserve a hall pass on the day I find out I’m going to be a mom. And that hall pass should be with a guy who finds out he’s going to be a dad. The mother and father of that child should get to celebrate on the day they find out they’re parents for the first time.”
“Auntie Lee … you mean …?”
“Let’s go to the bedroom. You’re gonna fuck your Auntie Lee, and this time I’m not going to hold back.”
I don’t remember getting to the bedroom. All I remember is staring at my aunt’s perfect ass as she walked and the muscles of her butt moved and tensed and relaxed with each step.
She took hold of the bedspread and top sheet and pulled them with so much power that all the decorative pillows and little stuffed animals on top went flying in all directions onto the floor. All that was left on the bed was the bottom sheet and two pillows.
Instead of getting on the bed, she went to the bureau and turned on the camera. “You mind?” she asked.
“Recording this?”
“For my eyes only,” she said.
“Okay.”
She crawled onto the bed and from all fours she stretched and glided herself flat on her stomach, then turned over—all in one wonderful motion, reminding me of the silent coordination a cat has when it comes to rest in its favorite spot.