Widowed Muslim Aunt and I try BDSM

“Did you read it?” Aunt Sheen asked when she heard my footsteps coming down the stairs. It was a proper summer afternoon and the bright light from the window behind her illuminated the kitchen now.

“Yes. I did.” I replied and looked at her, before smiling wide. Aunt Sheen was dressed only in the white-colored cotton bathrobe, with the waist-belt wrapped loosely around. I could already see her dark and voluptuous breasts dangling free as she stood working at the kitchen counter. I noticed she was almost done preparing lunch and was putting away the piping-hot food in covered containers.

“It smells good, Mommy” I said, using the term she preferred me using in private.

“Of course it does, sweetheart! I’ve made your favorite food.” Aunt Sheen said, glancing at me and smiling before turning back to the counter. I had walked right up to her and stood close behind.

“I’ve cooked lunch and dinner together. Today’s plans won’t let me have the time to do anything much, son.” Aunt Sheen said and laughed loudly.

“Thanks, aunty.” I said, becoming serious.

“What for, sweety?” Aunt Sheen asked and turned her head to glance at me before continuing on with her work at the kitchen counter.

“Thanks for letting me read your diary. I know those were your deepest and most unspeakable desires and thoughts. Yet, you chose to share them with me. I know that means a lot, aunty.” I explained, trying to make her understand how important it was for me.

“Aaw.. you’re so sweet, Ali!” Aunt Sheen smiled and cooed at me before she pinched my cheek playfully. She now turned around and stood facing me with her back against the kitchen counter. Aunt Sheen put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. She looked me right in the eye and patted my cheek softly before continuing.

“The only reason I seduced you in the beginning was because I trust you. I’ve seen you grow up and I really don’t know a more caring and discrete person. I’ve never seen or heard you gossip so I was absolutely sure you could be trusted not to tattle or brag about it. Besides, it was important for me that you read about my fantasies and dreams. That’s because you are going to make them come true, son!”

Aunt Sheen finished and planted a hard kiss suddenly on my lips. She sucked on my lower lip for a few seconds before breaking the kiss and moving her head away.

“Let me tell you what I’ve planned for today. But first, let’s go upstairs. I’ve been cooking and cleaning non-stop for hours and I need to smoke and relax for a while.” Aunt Sheen said with excitement before she caught my hand and pulled me along. I walked behind her as she began to climb the steps and watched her loose, huge ass cheeks jiggle freely each time.

As usual, I walked up the stairs from Dee’s room and sat at the top step, right under the door that opened up to the terrace. Aunt Sheen stepped in to Dee’s room and returned with the packet of smokes and lighter I had left in the room. Aunt Sheen sat close to my left on the small step and lit a cigarette. After taking a deep, first puff she exhaled the smoke with her eyes closed and moaned softly. I could tell she must have been tired after working since morning. I lit another J and listened as Aunt Sheen began to tell me the things she had planned for the day.

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