I moved my hand lower and caressed her curvy hips for a while before slipping my hands down to her thighs. Aunt Sheen stood with a foot on each step and I began to caress her right thigh which was closest to me. As Aunt Sheen finished the J and crushed it into the ash-tray kept to the side I managed to sneak a hand behind her and felt her huge, round buttocks.
“Mmmhhmmm…” Aunt Sheen moaned soft but long as my hands roamed over her soft, round and warm ass cheeks.
“Spank me, sir.” Aunt Sheen whispered in a soft voice.
I smiled wider. I liked being called “Sir” for some reason. The total submission and eagerness to serve me by Aunt Sheen was working like a charm. I could feel my thick, hard cock warm against my belly as I adjusted my shorts and stood up.
Without a word, Aunt Sheen pulled up the black leash and offered the other end to me. I grinned as I took the leash and walked down the stairs. I heard Sheen aunt’s high heels clicking against the tiled staircase as she walked close behind me. I walked casually down to the kitchen with my widowed Muslim aunt following me on a leash like an obedient slave.
The feeling of power and authority was unmistakable for me and I remember it till now!
I had not yet decided the perfect place to spank her huge, soft and round ass in her home. As I stepped off the last step into her kitchen on the first floor I turned around and glanced at her.
Aunt Sheen, now in her slutty mode was following close behind me. Despite being naked and being led like a slave with the leash and dog-collar around her neck, I found her stance and stature to be proud and overtly eager to please. I definitely liked the openly noticeable change in her demeanor. Gone was the soft-spoken but strict matriarch of our huge family. She seemed to be replaced with a horny and lusty woman who could broke all cultural and religious taboos to satisfy her sexual wants.
I decided to enjoy this new feeling of empowerment for longer and went for a walk around aunt’s house. I walked her through the long hallway leading her to the door. I stopped just before the gate and turned to the door on the right leading in to the living room. I led her in on the leash and began to describe all the spots and ways I wanted to fuck her. It was easier suddenly talking extremely dirty to my slutty aunt because she always stayed behind me. Plus, being stoned also ran away my inhibitions pretty much. My cock was now semi-erect but still ached in my shorts as I talked dirty and described some of my dirtiest fantasies to my widowed Muslim aunt.
Walking from her living room to the huge drawing room where the dinner table and the TV were kept I made her walk in front this time and watched her large, lovely ass jiggle with her steps. I led her to the kitchen and told her about having fantasized about fucking her while she cooks, which is something we had never tried before. I could tell Aunt Sheen was intensely aroused because her big dark nipples stood straight out from her huge, round boobs. Aunt Sheen’s hands were clutched together at her crotch in a universal sign of obedience but I knew she was discretely touching her mature cunt. As I paused in the kitchen Aunt Sheen pointed wordlessly to her bedroom door at the start of the hallway leading to her bathroom. I was going to go in her bedroom next anyways so I smiled wider and let her lead the way.
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