By way of conclusion

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Aunt Katie always has had a girlfriend, her and my uncle had the same girlfriend, often times throughout their marriage. I remember one, Rhonda, who they both dated for seven years, very hot and very cool. I was young, so I didn't quite have that explicitly spelled out for me, but I picked up on the vibe, so later on when that was divulged, I was not shocked by any means.

So my Aunt Katie had a girlfriend for the entire time we were together. And yes, the three of us did play together a time or two. More often we watched Project Runway and other TV shows.

I love clothes, I don't watch a lot of TV, but I love clothes, so I could get with that one. That was one that all three of us would get juiced up for, but yes, we played around some too. Miss Megan, she was a student teacher at my aunt's school.

Not in her classroom, that would be unethical, in an entirely different discipline and grade level, of course. My approaching 50-year-old aunt totally had the recent graduate college student, student teacher fawning over her. When I used to tease her constantly about how literally every boy in her class must want to fuck her, and she'd say, what's rather heteronormative of you, Ben?

And I'd say, no, I think everyone of every orientation, I think that your desirability transcends orientation and gender and identity. Goddess before me, I stand by what I said. Also noted, I did do a little heteronormative thinking there, but I'm gonna go ahead and double down and say that you are desirable in a way that transcends the gender binary and sexual orientation.

You are fucking sex incarnate. I really did want to, I guess, you know, lock it down and be with just her at times. You know, I found myself lamenting, maybe, the age gap.

Anyway, before I get too sappy and reminiscent, let's finish out the extended narrative of our first encounter. Gosh, I was just thinking about that whole period of my life. Now I have to bring myself back down to hone in on that day.

I believe where we last left off, we had just begun the entree of the prefix menu, many cores, sexual extravaganza, and we were laying on the couch facing each other, and very sensually and intimately, we were definitely making love. We were not fucking per se. I'm a strong believer that you can make love, you can fuck, you can make love fuck, but those are essentially the three paths laid out before us.

Fucking and making love, we all know the difference. When the two meet, that's a particular thing that's uniquely great, but much to my surprise, we were pretty purely on the making love side of the street as things got going. I really, really felt such an intense connection and so much respect for everything she'd been through and the loss she'd experienced and how she still had such a contagious spirit and personality and was unafraid to do things like sleep with her nephew.

She definitely felt grounded and secure in the fact that I would respect her privacy and would not run around broadcasting that fact out to the extended family or, you know, I think her daughter she was most concerned about initially. Although, well, she wasn't. She wasn't concerned about that because actually, I remember asking.

It's a convenient transition. I remember asking as we lay there. I was sort of stroking her cheeks and had one hand on the nape of her neck and was massaging in and out and scratching her scalp with my fingers and running my fingertips down her cheek and gently giving her these little tiny kisses and nibbling on her lips in a way and nuzzling noses and just really slowly rocking her hips back and forth.

So, you know, there's some movement for sure but not a real rhythmic in and out thrust. It's more just a tight, close, held quality and I asked her because it suddenly popped into my head that the younger of her daughters still lived there with her. My older cousin, Jane, had moved away and asked her, oh, you know, where's Jules tonight? And she, I expected, you know, she's at a sleepover at a friend's house or she's got a, you know, something going on.

And the answer that came back was a very nonchalant sort of shrug of the shoulders. And she said, well, what time is it? She usually goes out on the weekends and comes back sometime between midnight and 2 or 3 unless she's got a sleepover.

And I said, oh, so you don't know. You're just in the living room here. Fucking her cousin, your nephew, and for all we know she could walk in at any moment.

I fucking love it. Later in recounting it, she clarified that odds were actually quite good that she would stay out for the night, but that she just had not, you know, 100% confirmed it. And also that she apparently just beelined right to her room and probably would have had headphones in or been on the phone or watching TikTok and would not have even noticed.

So I found that pretty amusing as well. But that kind of contributed to a transition in the energy. The laughter that that little exchange created sort of broke us out of it.

It was a nice smooth transition and all that lovey affectionate feeling came right along with us. But it animated and enlivened us a little bit, me laughing at her seeming voyeuristic streak and not being concerned about her daughter potentially entering. And I kind of started to like tickle her actually.

You know, I mean, if I haven't said this a hundred times by now, I was intensely infatuated and in love with my Aunt Katie's breasts. So I kind of started tickling her up under her armpits and playing with her tits. Yeah, we just started laughing and giggling and sort of thrashing around like that and ended up rolling off the couch and onto the floor.

And we spent a good bit of the remainder of this romp in different missionary variations, with myself in a more upright kind of position on my knees and turning her this way and that, dragging her legs around the floor. And she was ever the helpful contributor with her dancers grace and poise, always hooking a leg or swinging it around or making whatever shape the sort of intuitive dance our bodies were doing demanded. God damn, it felt good.

The whole thing felt so good. I just had these repeated moments of waking up to it being like, this is really happening. This is fucking awesome.

My aunt is gorgeous. Like, movie star fucking gorgeous. Like, cover model gorgeous.

Like, holy shit. Like, you know, like bucket list wanna fuck that woman in my wildest dreams gorgeous. And here we are.

She seems into it. This is awesome. You know, so a lot of those like childlike kind of awestruck I've arrived moments.

And that coupled just with a very pleasurable intimate encounter. She is very responsive and orgasmic indeed. And I definitely put her through.

The pace is pretty good, I'd say. We both ended up with rug burn on our elbows. Her being a squirter and me having discovered that when she came on my face earlier in the evening.

I was curious to discover how that happened during penetrative sex. You know, if it would require me pulling out or if it could happen amidst fucking. Sort of what the deal with that was.

And kind of found through a little trial and error that it seemed like slowly building up to a concentrated period of very fast and deep strokes. You know, going in all the way and kind of not pulling back fully. Staying in deep and just pulling back a little bit of the length of my cock.

Going at that very, very quickly for a concentrated little bit and then backing off to 5 or 10 or 15 long slow strokes. So the full length of my cock pulling back until the head is just barely enveloped in the lips of her pussy. And then sliding all the way back in, feeling every square inch of my dick as it grips and becomes enveloped in her warm, wet, fleshy insides.

My outsides all wrapped up in my sexy aunt's insides. And then returning to those deep partial half-length strokes. Maybe 30 or 40 and as fast as I could manage.

Holding on tight to her wrists or arms or shoulders. Or often I had my hands up underneath her calves. So I was dragging her around on the ground and turning her over on her side and would have my hand just below her knees with both of her legs sort of tucked up into my armpits.

And squeeze tight into her calf or wrap one hand around to the front of her thigh or grab down and press her shoulder down. Play with those marvelous boobs and go deep in like that. Gosh, that's what I was talking about.

That is when I would feel that pressure building up inside of her. I learned after about three cycles just how much pressure it needed to be feeling to be confident that a really good gush was going to result when I pulled out. And I'd pull back and kind of just wiggle my cock up and down so that it was gently grazing her clit and circling around her whole vulva.

At that point she generally was emitting a geyser-like gush of warm, beautiful vaginal fluids. I was feeling very, very good about the way things were going between us, about our physical compatibility. And we ended up finishing up in a doggy-style-like position but laid out flat completely.

Her on her belly with a pillow up under her chest and head and arms folded on the ground and me between her spread legs. No, my legs were on the outside. My legs were on the outside but my hips all pressed up on her backside and deep inside of her.

And I laid my torso down flat so the whole front of my body was in contact with her sexy back. And then I wrapped my arms around her above her own arms so that the crook of my elbow was situated around her throat. Just gently but very much with the implication that I was in control.

I was being gentle and she was also surrendering herself to a person with a lot more physical strength. You know, arm wrapped around that vulnerable position that we're evolutionarily wired to not walk around exposing to people so readily. She trusted me in that he felt connected and vulnerable enough that I could wrap my arm around her in what could very quickly become a chokehold.

As things intensified here as we finished out, to some degree did, I started to thrust in and out full long strokes. Really kind of pounding my hips down into hers. For a second, not really particularly concerning myself with whether or not it was the most refined or even effective movement at the time.

Because I found with my aunt I was constantly in this dance of submitting to her obvious, immense sexual prowess. Overall competency and wisdom and connectedness and authority. And also, very much acknowledging that there was a part of her that liked to.

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