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I am 52 years old, married to Helga (50) and Father From two almost adult daughters. Helga and I have been looking after my 74-year-old for a year aunt Wanda, after they had a slight stroke and then received an artificial hip joint. Aunt Wanda has been a widow and childless for over five years. We take you alternately everyone about once a week, see the right one, help in your house and garden, buy if necessary.
one and so on. We have been regulating your financial and written matters for a long time anyway. She has asked me several times how she could thank me for everything Helga and especially I would do her good.
In her best years she was a very attractive woman, tall, slim (but with a surprising amount of “wood in front of the hut”), with full, brown hair and very fun -loving.
At the time, no one understood that they married the dry, simple civil servants Karl. At the time, she herself worked as a secretary, although she was probably not necessarily the most clever. She was always neat and fashionably dressed, and although she did not hide her stimuli, she looked sufficiently subtle. She knew how to emphasize her long, provocative legs with high -heeled pumps with particularly thin, long paragraphs.
I was as Pupils At least completely shot in this class female that she was in my eyes. I often dreamed of stroking and kneading aunt Wanda’s wonderful, large and yet pointed breasts through their blouse, fucking them in all the positions that were imaginable at the time, kissing them and kissing them. Sometimes I dreamed of her might shave shame, sometimes from a carpet of pussies, which seemed particularly cool to me. I therefore jerked a lot of the speed of the speed during these fantasies.
Soon, it was rumored, she would have lost her wife’s interest in Karl, who apparently wasn’t enough of his husband,. The marriage remained childless, it should be due to Karl’s incapacity.
Shortly after my high school diploma it happened: The aunt asked by phone for a visit to her apartment on the third floor in Berliner Strasse because something required an urgent repair and Uncle Karl was away for several days. After Aunt Wanda’s decision I drove my bike and had done it quickly.
To this day I don’t know what rode me back then and how I could dare to compliment the aunt afterwards: “Aunt Wanda, you are a great woman. I sometimes dream of you!”. “Oh phil, what do you talk about there? I could do yours Mother be “, she flute in her somewhat peculiarly high voice and pressed me briefly – as a dear aunt does it – briefly. On my part, however, I pressed them quite differently and clearly a little differently than ordinary nephews perhaps press their aunts, to me, urged my abdomen against hers and tried to feel their great breasts on my chest.
And – Aunt Wanda not only allowed it, but also wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, whereby I was almost black in front of my eyes because she drove her tongue between my lips and almost sucked on me. I don’t want to talk about it for long: It was a wonderful evening. Incidentally, Aunt Wanda really had a “carpet” craused, brown pubic hair. And their wonderful tits were much nicer and hotter than I had imagined it to date.
Due to all the indescribable temperament of this super women, Aunt Wanda did not forget to overtake me a pretty thick, several mashed Parisian in front: “Phil, of course a child should not be made at all.“And at my questioning look at the condom tip:“ Karl is always done so quickly. But I also want to have fun. With these firm precisers it takes longer for him, and the knobs at the front irritate me pussy additionally. I like it.“And she showed me an entire collection of similar condoms in the bedside table drawer.
I had to try three of them that evening, because we fucked three times, whereby I had to be amazed that after only short breaks I was able to spray fully again. A lot, much better I would have pumped aunt Wanda without Pariser with my cum, but of course I saw that it didn’t work. Aunt Wanda did not yet take the pills that were already fashionable at the time. Apparently she was not as strange as one could expect with such a sex woman that it wanted to be neatly and long and firmly and in all possible variations.
On the fourth, our last evening – the last condoms were consumed after two long fucks and Aunt Wanda wanted to buy replenishment tomorrow (as a woman! I thought that was great. There were also such machines in women’s toilets?) – I was allowed to make a dream, the first titty fuck in my young life. I was blessed, my big, stiff spanking between the wonderful udder of the aunt jerk off to be allowed. Aunt Wanda pressed her great tits from the sides with her hands.
And because of course I was allowed to make this titty fuck “without”, I finally hunted my sperm surge powerfully between my breasts into the face of the aunt. However, she didn’t like that, wiped everything off immediately with a Kleenex cloth and scurried into the bathroom to wash off the rest.
Through my studies in Marburg, getting to know other girls and finally my wife as well as three -time, operational moves (although I rose a leading level every time), we lost sight of it until I finally ended up here in Osnabrück again. And now Helga and I take care of the old aunt.
Despite her disabilities, however, she still gets along relatively well, still dresses as neatly as possible and – after all not a matter of course, still seems to have a pretty big bosom, even though it was otherwise quite rattling. She probably wears the appropriate bra;In any case, it doesn’t look as if their udders would hang very far.
I now come to what seemed completely absurd until then. I would never have thought it possible that a seasoned man like me, who despite his 52 years and his gray temples still had one or the other love affair with crisp, younger women, would once do it with an old man, with an old manwould have sex of his old aunt – and good, really horny sex!
And it came like this: Aunt Wanda and I recently crouched on their sofa in front of the old -fashioned coffee table, on which there were some papers that we (that is, I) had finished for their tax advisor (she actually hardly had anything to be taxed).
Suddenly I felt like Aunt Wanda, who was sitting next to me, put her right hand on my left thigh and slowly but clearly moved towards my step with slight pressure. I was flabbergasted. What did Aunt Wanda have plans? “Phil, you still know how we did it on Berliner Strasse back then? I think that was often not nice lately?“You mean goodness, that was ages, and I believed that everything was no longer true. But I replied: “Of course, Aunt Wanda.
It was really nice. And I also like to think about it too.”Phil, may I stroke you again like back then?“And with that she nested at the zip of my jeans and actually zip it. To my own astonishment, my best piece began to rain clearly. And when my aunt’s tender hand reached through the chicken slit shortly afterwards to after mine tail To search, he was standing on its own so that Aunt Wanda could not continue to look for.
Of course, she immediately noticed that she had won the game. “Phil, pull the pants down, then I can do it better!“As in the delusion, I did what I was called. And then I saw and felt how this delicate rights, on the wrist of which a golden chain dangled, comprised my large and stiffly promising penis and began to wank slowly. I leaned back into the sofa cushions, enjoyed this strange game between the old man and me, her nephew.
Again and again I had to look at this hand with the golden chain, which – the faster Aunt Wanda then jerked – flipped on the wrist. Because it was probably too uncomfortable for Aunt Wanda – sitting next to me – to jerk myself with her right hand, she switched to her left. And also a similar chain on the danger. Strangely enough, I also fooled me to see how this chain was thrown back and forth on the joint with the increasingly quicker up and down on the hand.
Cool!
“Aunt Wanda, Jaaa, Guuut! You’re Marvellous! You, if you go on like this, I have to inject them right away!“Before I knew myself, she leaned over my joy donor and comprises his glans with her narrow lips. I couldn’t help it anymore, fucked with a slight back and forth while sitting in her mouth. I felt her sucking lips, her tongue and her teeth. Pervers, but I thought the thought of whether it was still her own teeth.
The idea that Aunt Wanda might blow me with an artificial bite in my mouth, also horny me.. While her head with the long gray and a little showered hair moved over my cock in front of and back, her hand with the golden chain had not let go of the shaft base of my sword, but kept jerking off. And then it came to me with all force: I felt that I hadn’t shot so much ejaculate in a long time. It didn’t want to end.
And the aunt swallowed and swallowed. I couldn’t help afterwards, pressed her heartily, kissed her on her mouth, who just had my now relaxing penis and breathed “Aunt Wanda, that was Guuut!”” Yes, Phil, I always wanted to do something good for you than my thank you for your help.”” Aunt Wanda, thank you like this you can tell me more often!” “Really? Do you like it if I do old woman good for you?”” Yes, Aunt Wanda, you made it wonderful. I wasn’t that cool for a long time!”
“May I then ask you something and pronounce a very big request, phil?“I had no idea what she would put on, but replied:“ Aunt Wanda, I can’t refuse you. And after this enjoyment not quite.”
“Phil.
Phil, I’m ashamed a bit. Are you really not angry with me if I ask you for something now?”. “No, no, Aunt Wanda.”
“Phil, I want to be fucked again in my life, really fucked, really fucked by a man. You fuck me, phil?“I was completely perplexed.
That couldn’t be true! Then this 74-year-old asked me to fuck with her. Incredible! “Phil, you promised me to fulfill my request to me. Please, please, Phil, I would like to fuck with you again, fuck properly! come with me!“As in a trance I pulled my jeans up again and followed the old one in the hallway. From there, Aunt Wanda climbed the stairs to the upper floor, level by level the right leg pulling up, slowly up, hinking me.
The door to the bedroom with the old -fashioned marriage bed was open. The wall side of the bed showed only a mattress on which a rolled upper bed was. The mattress on the side of the window was covered with a white sheet. Only the large pillow with floral edges was above.
“Phil, take your off! I want to see you very naked and feel you!“I obey without will. Somehow I seemed to fall for this woman at the moment. My cock had long since been big and stiffly slanted from me. When my shoes had moved out and pants and underpants fell, Aunt Wanda pointed to my erect link: “Oh, phil, I take that as a compliment to me!”.
She crouched on the edge of the bed and grazed her sweater over her head. Then she got out of her skirt quite tedious. Now the aunt was only with a white bra, an oversized and far -looking white panties and, which was reaching the middle of its thighs, brownish, fairly thick stockings (these were such so -called support stockings?clothed. Despite her much lightly withered skin, the breasts of the old woman that seemed to be swelled from the bra set me up.
I took it, lifted one of the cups with every hand, turned the aunt around and hooked the bra, grazed the wearer from her shoulder. Two still big, but now soft, sagging and yet heavily hanging tits with quite large nipples appealed to me immediately too. Aunt Wanda stretched her towards me, it obviously enjoyed that now I kissed one, then the other wart and sucked on it. And in fact their nipples became even bigger and really hard.
I crumpled, crumpled and rolled these old wabbet tits. Aunt Wanda finally asked: “Phil, pull out the panties and my stockings;they are so difficult “. I like to help her from the wide, white monster of panties and stared at her shame: albeit less than in my memory, she still adorned a carpet of pussies, which of course were now brighter. “Aunt Wanda, please leave the stockings! You look so horny with it!”
Aunt Wanda slowly dropped back onto the bed: “Come on, phil, come on!“She spread her legs as far as it was possible at her age and because of the artificial hip joint.
I was like senses, now just wanted to fuck this old one, wanted to fuck, fuck. I climbed over her, knelt between her thighs, supporting the upper body with both hands on the side of her. Aunt Wanda grabbed a hand without any further prelude, on which the gold chain dangling again, after my joy donor and led him to her pleasure grotto. And it was actually a pleasure grotto! Aunt Wanda had somehow put her creamed beforehand? Or was this old man really so horny that it really produced so much pussies that my sword could penetrate into her vagina as if oiled? I started to fuck immediately, couldn’t help it, soon faster and firmer.
The wobbly tits of the aunt rocked up and down with each of my fucking shocks. It was great! I reached for them in between, kneaded and rolled them, also bent me to kiss them, suck on the nipples. It was a super -horny super fuck. I fucked this old man, my aunt, who had asked her that her nephew pulled her through properly again.
I did it with increasing joy. The longer it took, the more prudent, chatted and squeaked in her cunt. “Yeah, Phil, Jaaa, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck your old aunt!“And a little later:“ Phil, does the good? Do you like that? I would like to thank you for everything.“She only offered me the fuck to tell me thank you? I don’t think she was so much and enjoyed my increasingly violent bumps and the caresses of her udders that it could not be played. “Phil, Oh Phil, how beautiful! I’m fucked, fucked by a man, fucked by you, phil,!”” Aunt Wanda, I’m so cool.
Yeah, I’ll fuck you, fuck, fuck! I’ll be right there! And today I can pump my cum without a condom like back then into your wonderful fuck cunt. I’ll pump you up to my neck. Ohhh, Jaaaa!“And then I shot one beam after the other into the soaking wet aunt’s cunt, hardly wanted to stop. I finally rolled out next to my aunt, stroked her, her tits and her wet pussy hair on.
“Phil, do you want to love me again afterwards like back then between my breasts?“You mean goodness, she wanted a titty fuck between her wabble rags again! I wanted too, but I couldn’t right now. Aunt Wanda had pumped me too much with this superfick. I postponed it next time because it was time to drive home so as not to leave any suspicion.
It is understandable to everyone that I have been looking for reasons a little more often since then that I have to help aunt.
I always enjoyed saying thank you again and again.
Incidentally, my Helga also benefited indirectly from my escapades with the aunt: if I thought of Aunt Wanda for some reason and got a stiff, I also took my Helga more and more. In the beginning she asked several times what was going on with me, whether I had become a age of age. “Helga, we can’t care why I’m horny for you.
The main thing is that we have fun fucking.“And we had it, although I often thought of the aunt and imagined to satisfy her right now. I particularly like to ride my Helga from behind. I had done that several times with the aunt. But he hurt to kneel and get it from behind from your “stallion”.
I always had particularly tied me up the so wonderful, deeply hanging tits. I like to go forward, knead and walk them. But while Aunt Wanda always seems to enjoy this, Helga sometimes scolds me when I treat her rather large udders like this: “Au, you are hurt me! Does it have to be that way?“But when I suggested Helga again that we could do it from behind on the carpet runner in front of the mirror again as in the past, she also found it really cool how her bells dangled with each of my fucking. In any case, we drive it more often than before.
Helga said the other day: “Funny, all men seem particularly like it from behind.“I’m startled a little: How did she want to know that a men like that?
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