“They’re alright.” I said, smiling.
“Don’t be that way – I know a good-looking guy like you is getting plenty.” she purred.
“I do alright, I guess.”
“Better than me, this town is the pits.” She filled her glass. “My boss asked to screw me last week. Can you believe that? What an ass.”
Her top few buttons were unbuttoned and I could glimpse her cleavage, and when she sat down on the couch she drew a leg up and could see her panties, her dark bush under them.
“The last time I saw you I was at the farm…I..I was thinking Jesus he grew up into a stud.”
“Yeah, that’s right, we were watching the horses.” I said, attending to my drink.
“You think I’m still pretty, right? Pretty good for forty-two.” She slurred, her brunette hair falling in front of her eyes.
“More than pretty.” I replied, sliding over and draping my arm around her.
“I like your tight jeans. ‘Cause I can look at your butt. And I can look at your bulge.” She burst out laughing when she said this and almost spilled her drink.
“You’re being very bad,” I observed.
I pulled her a bit closer and kissed her on the forehead.
She got very quiet and lifted her lips up to meet me. I let her press her lips to mine, and when she did I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She made a low sound, deep in her throat.
She kissed me back, gently at first, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
We began making out, hard, passionate kissing.
I moved my hand under her shirt and began running my hand over one of soft tits.
Suddenly she pulled away, breathless. “I want to.” She said weakly, her voice trailing off.
“It’s OK. I do too. You’re so sexy. So hot.” I took her hand and put it on my bulging crotch – my cock was straining the buttons of my Levi 501’s.
“See how hard you make me?” I asked.
She took another large sip of her whiskey, and I gently pulled her in for another kiss.
She didn’t resist.
I slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped one of her tits, the nipple was hard under my fingers.
She moaned and leaned back as I unbuttoned the men’s shirt she was wearing, a left-over from a previous boyfriend most likely, and opened it up to reveal her small round tits.
Her hand was softly rubbing the bulge in my jeans.
I stood and undid my belt, and unbuttoned my Levi’s and pulled out my hard cock.
Her eyes became fixed on my penis and she reached out and took it in her hand, holding it gently.
The men in my family are pretty well endowed, and I was no exception.
My beautiful Aunt was holding nearly nine inches of thick cock, the bulbous tip smooth and dripping precum.
As I stood and watched, Aunt Cindy leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth with a low moan.
I watched in amazement as the head of my thick cock disappeared between her lips and re-emerged, wet and glistening.
She held my dick up and licked the underside, flicking the sensitive area where the tip meets the shaft with the tip of her tongue.
Then she expertly slid the length of my cock into her mouth, one hand holding my balls gently.
My beautiful Aunt took the length of my cock in her mouth before sliding it back out, saliva and pre-cum stretching from the head to her lips.