Jordan
Jordan is my girlfriend's aunt. She is a thirty-something married woman with two kids and a devilish smile. She seemed extra curious about all of my, um, academic activities, which was a bit uncomfortable, because most of them do not make for suitable Thanksgiving dinner content. Anyway, I was helping her in the kitchen, and the moment we were alone she walked up close, pushed those evil lips against my ears, and said "I know who you are." Then, I noticed her body was like silk against mine, and I shuddered with an instant arousal, feeling the extreme, warm softness of her flesh through her light dress. She escaped back to the dining room and I was left alone to ponder what that meant.
She happened to be sitting across from me at the dinner table, and by the time the first taste of turkey had hit my taste buds, her toes were inching toward my erection. Our flirtations lasted, oh, two hours or so, as I watched her lush lips invite a taste of stuffing, then a bite of cranberry sauce, then a sip of red wine. By dessert she had thoroughly investigated the contour of my throbbing cock with her big toe, and it was time to rise and recess to the living room. Ug. I stalled for long enough to reduce my throbbing boner to a semi and hobbled toward the bathroom. Suddenly, Jordan intercepted me, and announced that she was going to show me some books I could borrow from her. During dinner, I mentioned I was taking literature courses. Her family seemed simply delighted that the two of us were getting along, and that I could benefit from some of those old books she had been keeping around the house all those years. I followed her up the stairs as innocent as could be...
I followed her into the room she had growing up. It was still her room, I guess, because she stays there frequently. She closed the door behind us, turned the knob to lock the door, and next thing I know, she is standing in the middle of the room, her hand on the two shoulder straps of her dress. With a flip of her fingers her dress falls to the floor. She was suddenly wearing nothing. Nude. Buck naked. She looked directly at me...
"I want to be on your blog, Mag."
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A moment later, her lips are pressed against mine and her palm is pressed against my now throbbing-again cock. I took out my iphone and was about to take a few shots, but she said to wait. She didn't want anything revealing her identity. I nodded as she descended to her knees, unzipped my trousers, and began performing fellatio on my pulsing phallus. Remember, the tension had been building for two or more hours. Her mouth was velvet. Amazing. Then, she stood, bent over the bed, and offered her glistening pussy. Simply charming. She said to trust her, that she was clean as a whistle, on birth control, and hadn't fucked anyone but her husband in years. I walked up behind her, put my hands on her ass, and felt the warmth of her cooch on my wang, bouncing between her inner thigh. It was tempting, but against my rules. I require documentation. I have my terms regarding that, and I think she knew, because after saying "Oh, just fuck me" a few times and me refusing, she began working herself as I was. I spanked her a few times and told her I was going to cum all over her back, take the photo, and post it online. She seemed to like that. A lot. I spanked her again, and squeezed, and told her not to come. I told her if she came I wouldn't post the picture. She kept touching herself as I wanked behind her. Finally, she was getting into it too much, and I told her to put both hands on the bed so I could give it to her, and she did, then I did.
