Hearing her describe some of the things in extreme detail was enough for my stoned mind to make me get aroused noticeably. I didn’t care to hide the tent my semi-erect cock was making in the towel I had wrapped around my waist. Aunt Sheen noticed it too and grinned but didn’t stop explaining how she wanted certain things to be.
By the time Aunt Sheen finished smoking and stood up I was only half-way through my J. Aunt Sheen smiled wide and told me to wait right there and she’ll be back once she gets dressed. I grinned in return and patted her plump, soft butt gently and watched her jiggle it as she stepped down the stairs. Although my cock was only semi-hard, I could feel it throb with excitement as I closed my eyes and imagined the things Aunt Sheen had just described.
I was buzzing and felt my senses become extremely heightened. I took a few puffs and crushed out in the ashtray to the side. I closed my eyes and took long, deep breaths and tried to prepare for the new and exciting experience ahead.
Hot Spanking on a Hot Summer Afternoon
Soon, I heard the clicks of heels on the tiled staircase below me and I perked up and began to peek down. I was directly above Aunt Sheen as she walked upstairs. I was excited to see her in her “slave” outfit. She had put on the dog-collar around her neck. The thick, leather belt was back around her curvy waist. Sheen’s thick, soft ass cheeks wobbled excessively as she walked up the steps deliberately. I noticed that apart from these things and her heels, Aunt Sheen had wrapped coils of rope around her wrists, going up to her forearms. I also noticed the ropes wrapped around her ankles which has been tied on her thick, shapely calves.
Aunt Sheen stopped at the landing below. She turned around and smiled wide at me. Standing with a straight back, her huge, round boobs jutting out, Aunt Sheen smiled wide at me before she signaled me to come down the steps. As I walked down Aunt Sheen turned around the opened metal door. This led to a small balcony at the side of her son’s room. At the other end was a smaller terrace with a pair of old wrought-iron chairs and a matching low coffee table. I watched Aunt Sheen walk out nude into the balcony. The balcony’s wall was at chest height and there was nothing but open land on the north side of our building.
I saw Aunt Sheen walking slowly through the balcony. Her large, soft ass cheeks jiggled with each deliberate step she took. She knew the sight of her lovely, mature bubble butt jiggling as she walked excited me immensely. Aunt Sheen walked casually to the other end and stepped out of view on the small terrace. The balcony was covered by the terrace above but the smaller terrace in front of her son’s room was not. Even standing at the door of the balcony I could feel the hot summer breeze brushing against my bare chest. I was deliberating whether to step out in the hot sun when I heard Aunt Sheen walking back.
In my stoned state, I watched as my naked aunt pulled one of the wrought-iron chairs behind her. Thankfully, these had rubber-ends on their legs or I can’t imagine the screeching sound dragging them on the balcony tiles would make. I watched as Aunt Sheen managed to drag in the wide, low chair into the narrow balcony. She was looking at my puzzled expression and smiled wide. Aunt Sheen finally placed the chair in the middle of the balcony, facing me.
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