My auntie and I - Page 43

waterbottle99 · #**631** 17-06-2011, 09:06 PM

bro you write faster a bit leh.. you keep stop like waiting for your points to rise before you start one sia. like that is not writing story anymore, its points system lo..

fenwick · #**632** 17-06-2011, 09:21 PM

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Originally Posted by heroseven2003

I gave you my 62 points

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grouchycabi · #**633** 17-06-2011, 09:40 PM

Before I continue, thanks to Bro Toyotavios for your precious Reputation points.

Ok, for all my impatient fans, here goes:

My auntie lay on the floor, a bit of tears in her eyes. They were not tears of shame or guilt or embarrassment, they were tears of joy. Her orgasm had been very powerful, almost shattering her body. I did not know it then but found out that later that it had been quite some time since she had come that way. She had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She pulled the crotch of her shorts over her pussy, her hips jerking as her slim finger brushed her hairy pussy- lips lightly. Her legs felt weak. But her face glowed, slightly flushed with pleasure. There was a smile on her lovely face, and her eyes sparkled like they had not sparkled in three years.

Both of us did not see the pair of lusty eyes that were peeping into the room through the window which we had left open.

My auntie’s hand came up and wiped her forehead and she glanced at me. I did not know what to say then. Was I supposed to say thank you or to apologise? It was suddenly very quiet in the longhouse. I could hear a clock ticking away. It was the big alarm clock that I had stashed away in my bag. I always carried the alarm clock with me when I was young. I used it to more to time my study hours and homework revision period than as an alarm clock for waking up. The ticking was very loud. Why didn’t my auntie say something. The silence between the two of us was deafening.

“Oh dear.” I finally heard my auntie whispered.

What did that mean? Was my sexy auntie happy, sad, angry, or what? She turned towards me. She was smiling. Thank God.

“You really like me, don’t you, dear?” It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

I turned to look at my auntie, struggling hard to at her face and hold her gaze instead of further down where her white voluptuous breasts were exposed and the nipples pointed at me. She looked so beautiful and desirable. I considered the statement-question.

“Yes, I do, Auntie.”

“Then give me a kiss before we sleep.” She was looking at my face. She still had not said anything about what we had just done. Was it all right? Did I do it the right way? Did I do the right thing? Was it good? Should I have squeezed her white round melons? Sucked and licked her brown nipples? How did it feel for her to have my iron-hard shaft inside her and my billions of sperms now on their way to fertilize her ovary? Is my auntie going to get pregnant? Am I going to be a father? Oh, my goodness! What have I done? My teenage brain was suddenly troubled. I was embarrassed definitely about what happened between my auntie, who was also my Godmother, but in a way, the feeling of having had my first ever real fuck was surreal and mind-blowing. My virgin fuck, at 15 years of age!

“Come on, give me my little kiss.” My auntie adjusted her silky pyjama shirt so that it covered her again. I leaned awkwardly over and kissed her firmly on the lips. She returned it in what seemed a motherly fashion and also used her right hand to stroke my hair like a small boy.

“Thank you.”

Hmm..what was that for – the kiss or the fuck? The kiss, obviously.

"Dear," she said softly as she sat down beside me, wrapping one arm about my shoulders. "Don’t look so guilty. It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened. Please don't feel bad about it, ok?"

"I'm sorry, Auntie," I said, not looking at her, and realizing only after what she had said that I was looking guilty. In fact, I felt guilty. I was thinking of my uncle and what he would do if he found out about this. I was guilty as charged.

"Dear, I told you I didn't want to hear you say that again," she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. She felt me shaking and pulled me against her body, hugging me, resting my head on her chest and running her hand through my hair. "You're not sorry it happened. I know. I can tell. Besides, I'm not."

She felt me take a deep breath.

"I'm not at all sorry," she whispered softly, kissing the top of my head and caressing my shoulders.

"You're not?" I asked, my voice muffled.

"No, my dear."

"I didn't mean to...you know, let that happen, Auntie."

She hugged me, feeling my deep breathing. She considered a few moments, then said, her voice very soft: "I'm glad it happened, dear."

I didn't answer her. I was thinking about my uncle again.

"It was good," she went on. "It was very good and I needed it. I think you did, too."

"It was my first time, Auntie," I confessed.

"I thought so," she replied, seemingly pleased by my answer. She had “eaten my spring chicken” as the Chinese saying goes.

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen ever again," I said.

"But, dear," my auntie answered quickly. "I might want it to happen again."

I lifted my head, looking at her. "You might?"

My auntie nodded her head. "Listen, dear Godson. I'm going to tell you something about your auntie. Listen closely, because you might like what I say."