My bad Auntie takes a seat as we continue our quality bonding time.

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So, the way my Aunt Katie had come at this was unexpected to me, and I have to say, it was not my first fantasy, and she may have overestimated any sentiment that existed between our daughter and I. We were close, but the sentiment had never spilled over into anything like a sexual attraction until perhaps in that moment, stepping into that arena of the taboo and forbidden with my very sexy, very, very desirable Aunt Katie. She took me over to the couch there, and just like she said, it very much face-fucked me.

I had never been, yeah, I'd never had the experience quite like that. She was very assertive and domineering, which wasn't completely unexpected, and it also, you know, if she had been completely trying to get me to submit to her, I don't know if it would have felt as hot or how it would have responded to that, but she was absolutely masterful in her ability to push just a little bit and take it where she wanted to, and then turn back control over to me, be pleasured herself, and keep that sort of back-and-forth dance between, yeah, taking control and still making space for my dominant and masculine essence to come through, me to feel validated and good in that way. She brought me over to the couch, and we kissed quite a lot, too.

We were, you know, making out pretty furiously, touching each other's bodies, and she was straddling me on the couch, which I point out to say, you know, I like kissing very much, but if this is a one-off casual sexual encounter, it might not be emphasized to the same extent, but we were very intimately kissing, including later on while I was inside of her, and that's something, you know, eye contact and kissing while fucking, I've always reserved for someone that I have a more lasting connection with, perhaps. Not, you know, for any reason other than just naturally what's arisen, so I find it interesting that that happened that way, but I guess in looking at it now, it makes sense, because we did have a lifelong closeness, familiarity. She took off her black sweater, she was wearing a black sweater with jeans and black leather boots that had already come off back in the kitchen, and she peeled the sweater off of her head and revealed her red lacy bra, and her boobs were bigger than I thought, and absolutely incredible.

She, you know, and was just in that moment as she pulled her sweater over her head that I realized she did not dress in a particularly revealing or provocative manner ever, but that she always managed to still look sexual, sexy, and not, you know, come off as conservative or prudish in a certain way. It's just a refined sexiness, so I realized I'd never even seen, like, I didn't know how big her boobs were. They were amazing, really.

Yeah, got my attention, spent many a powerful moment with my head nuzzled into them, and came many times with one of them in my mouth, or my head nuzzled between them, one of them in my hands. Gosh, I actually had a real preoccupation, or real, like, an infatuation with her tits. They're just perfect.

Very matriarchal, you know, they, yeah. So she straddled me like that, and unbuttoned her own jeans, and slid them down, and she had on the same color, like, crimson red panties, like a string bikini, kind of cut, there weren't a thong, but her booty's so ample, it kind of pressed it into a quasi-thong, which I thought looked very sexy. She started to peel down her panties, and I stopped her hand, and shimmied myself down, so that she was seated more towards my chest than over my hips, and told her to leave them on for a second, but to go ahead and scoot up and straddle my face, and as she did so, I took in a deep breath, and then, upon feeling her, straddled over my face, softly and slowly exhaled out the warm air through the lace material of those panties, and did that one or two more times, each time doing so with my mouth a little bit more open, and my tongue a little bit more firmly pressed into the material of her underwear, so that perhaps the dampness or warmth of my tongue would accompany that exhale of warm air through her panties, and took my hand and stroked my finger across the slit down the middle, and licked my, took my tongue, and ran one straight line through the whole hammock of the material at the bottom of her underwear, and then I very gently, without hooking anything with my teeth, that would be too alarming, a little painful, I pinched them and started to shimmy them down a little bit with my teeth, and then reached up and grabbed the two strings along the sides of her hip and pulled them down, and I pulled them down just a little bit, so that there was some space in between her thighs, revealed, and the panties were sort of suspended in the air between her thighs, and she was visibly swollen and wet down there, and her pussy was very, very, very pretty, it was very pretty indeed.

I looked into her eyes at this point, and as best I could, it's interesting to note too, I actually struggle with anyone sitting on my face, or even laying on top of me, sometimes I just like to be able to move and not feel restricted in that way, but I was totally comfortable with her doing so. The point I asked her, do you respond better to being penetrated, or do you like me to focus on the outside, play with your clit, or some combination, do you come easily here, Katie? Tell me what I can do for you.

And she said, you're doing wonderful, I'll not hesitate to offer any pointers if you need them, but just keep doing what you're doing. And I could see that she meant it, because as she let out the, just keep doing what you're doing, her voice rose in a certain sudden upward swing of tone that coincided with me sliding my finger effortlessly inside of her headband, stroking my index and middle finger back and forth along the crease of the lips of her pussy, separating them with my fingers, and then sliding upward and pinching together my index and middle finger with my thumb, circling and caressing, gently pinching at the clitoral area, and the next time I went forward I slid those two fingers inside of her, and they entered so smoothly and seamlessly, and I could see that she could withstand a lot of pretty direct or forceful stimulation, just like she had said, and so at that point I reached around her thighs and pulled her down onto my face more firmly and plunged my tongue deep inside of her. And fingering her in the lead up to that moment, I also was somewhat assessing how compatible we were on the basis of smells and body fluids, I certainly didn't expect to be turned off, but I just wanted to, I don't have a habit, I suppose, of slowly introducing the scent and body fluids before plunging in with my whole tongue, not that I'm so selective by any means of who I'm willing to go down on, I just perhaps calibrate the enthusiasm with which I lap up fluids based on compatibility, the pheromones, whatever the case may be, point being, her pussy smelled and looked and tasted, and every other quality felt so alluring and delicious that I wrapped my hands around underneath her thighs and put them into her hip creases and pulled her down onto me, so that my nose was all up in her clitoral region, my tongue was deep inside of her, and started reaching and circling and drawing figure eights and going up and down with my tongue deep inside of her, trying to reach up as far as I could, and pressing out in every direction, and really firmly exploring the depths of her insides with my tongue, like I couldn't get enough, like I would never get enough, like her fluids were my life source, my power, the thing I most wanted in the world, god, I can remember exactly how she tasted, oh, I loved it so fucking much, I loved the way she tasted so fucking much, oh, and the face she made, looking at me with this sexy, powerful, stooped air, and then, as something felt particularly pleasurable, she'd close her eyes and throw her head back, lift her chest, sticking out those perfect tits, those perfect, perfect, big tits, that hung down a little bit, and were really quite large, but seemed to stay really firmly in place until I was really moving her around quite aggressively, and firm in all the right ways, and soft in all the right ways, might have been a turning point, too, and you may have heard me say elsewhere that I naturally gravitated towards partners with smaller tits, and I think my Aunt Katie turned me into officially a full spectrum of breast size type of guy, who no longer had a type, equally enjoyed the full spectrum of breast sizes, having had the delightful experience of laying down next to my sexy Aunt Katie with her big D-cup titties, hung so perfectly, and stayed so firmly in place as I ate her pussy, and she threw her head back, and closed her eyes, and made an appreciative coo sound, and came, and sometimes her hips would twitch, or some other motion indicated that she was having an orgasm, and I really did plunge deep into her, like I didn't give a shit whether or not I got smothered, and at one point I realized I wasn't breathing, and had to pretty quickly tilt my head back to free my nose up, as I was getting buried in the area where the lips of her pussy came together, and then I would roll it up in circles, massaging her clitoral region with my nose, which I wasn't sure how that would feel at first, but based on her response it felt very good, and I could see that she had some pressure building up inside of her as she was coming, and I was probing her insides like I couldn't get enough, like I wanted to keep her reaching, and digging, and pressing deeper, and what I really was was reaching and stretching my tongue, and pressing it out in every direction, and doing these full swoops, and reaching up, pressing my tongue forward towards the top of my head, and searching for her fabled G-spot, and finding some areas that got a great response, whether it was that or not, so many sensitive regions were identified in Slutty Acadie's insides.

The whole time, so I felt that pressure building up, and as I came up for air, I said, are you a squirter Acadie, I feel like there's some kind of pressure building up that wants to come out, and she said, I am, I can come without it, but it definitely feels good to let it release sometimes, I just, I don't know, not everybody's comfortable with that, and I said to her, for fuck's sake, you better fucking squirt all over my fucking face and chest, I've been down here doing my very best, and if you've got a reward like that to bestow upon me, I want it. Come on my fucking face, Acadie, come on my fucking face, please, please come on my fucking face, Acadie, please, aren't I doing a good job, aren't I being a good nephew, I'm tongue-fucking you the best I can, you seem to like it, right, can you show me that you like it by coming on my face? What's that?