Eventually I opened my eyes enough to see Aunt Sheen on her fours, taking in deep breaths while the cum which had spilled out from her mouth was forming a pool between her hands.
Aunt Sheen sat back up on the stool within a few moments and gestured me, “Come back, baby. I’m not finished yet.”
I took a few steps towards her before Aunt Sheen reached out to catch my butt with her left hand and pulled me closer. Aunt Sheen caught my still-heaving balls in her right hand and with an outstretched tongue began to lick the steady drops of cum which were now steadily dripping from my cock.
Aunt Sheen squeezed my balls gently as she put her lips around the sloppy, wet head of my cock and I had to close my eyes again when I felt her lips squeeze my cock shaft, trying to get every last drop of semen out of me.
After a couple of minutes when my balls seemed to have become entirely empty Aunt Sheen finally let go of my cock with an audible ‘pop’ from her mouth.
“Mmmm… That was one of the best experiences of my life, baby!” exclaimed Aunt Sheen with a wide grin on her face.
I only managed to smile as I was still recovering from the incredible experience to having my cock deep-throated for the first time.
“Now let’s have lunch. Then I’ll get ready. Remember, you have to choose your bike, son.” Aunt Sheen smiled and said as she stood, with her hands still fondling my soft cock.
I put on my shorts as Aunt Sheen sat nude on the kitchen with two plates. Aunt Sheen pulled a chair close to hers on the dinner table and switched on the TV. I stared at her huge ass which was spilling out of the sides of her small chair.
It was half an hour later than Aunt Sheen stood ready to go out with me. She was wearing a sari inside one of her new abayas. This Abaya was completely black and made of a soft, shiny material which clung to every curve and contour of her thick, shapely body.
We took a cab to the showroom which was over 5 km away and as it was already evening it was quite dark outside. I felt Aunt Sheen grab my thigh and begin to slowly stroke it as soon as the cab left from our house. I was scared to have a hard-on when we reached the motorcycle showroom but I couldn’t seem to be able to say no.
We reached the bike showroom within a half hour and I felt a different kind of excitement take over now. I had been crazy about motorcycles since I was small and now that I knew which bike I wanted I immediately went straight to its displayed model and stood there, grinning widely and staring at the beautiful Royal Enfield Bullet. The dark black body was in perfect contrast to the lustrous chrome of the engine, giving it an overall powerful and magnetic look. I had already gone for a test-ride in the same showroom over 6 months ago and had fallen in love with it.
After paying for the bike in cash it was delivered almost immediately. It was on the ride back home that Aunt Sheen gave me even better news.
“Ali, this is only half the gift, son. Remember I told you I would make our first fuck special. Well, I’ve booked a suite at the resort you mentioned going with your friends.”