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(MF, inc, oral, anal, bd, spank) *** Part 3: Taking Aunty Jeans Sexual Adventures to the Next Level Although it had only been three weeks, it seemed like a lifetime, since I had last enjoyed the pleasures afforded by my septuagenarian lover. We had communicated regularly by telephone since I had now bought her a mobile she could use when her husband was not about or when she was downstairs doing the laundry. In addition to the mobile I had also provided her with a special little friend for use when I was not around; a good sized vibrator which she assured me had already been put to good use on a couple of occasions with very satisfying results. Although she was still struggling with a deep seated belief that self pleasure was a mortal sin. Her language during some of our calls was choice as she frequently talked about sucking my cock and swallowing my come as well as needing to feel my prick in her cunt. Our next opportunity arose when John had to go to hospital for his regular check up for his failing eyesight, which meant we would have about 6 hours to ourselves. I offered to take him to the hospital giving me an excuse for being at their flat. The fact that this came just 3 days after Jean's 76th birthday was a bit of a bonus as this meant that at least in the numbers game she was now 26 years older than me. Because of the timing I stayed with them the night before using the guest room that the home provided for visiting relatives. During the evening I showed them some family photos on my laptop. Because of John's sight he had to sit close up to the screen with Aunty and I behind him so as they watched I quietly lifted up Jean's full skirt and slid my hand down the back of her knickers. She uttered a little gasp then parted her legs to give me access to her feminine treasures. Working my hand forward I parted her lower lips and gently eased my thumb into the ridged tube of her vagina then slowly started to masturbate her rubbing her clitoris with the edge of my forefinger as my thumb moved in and out of her very wet cunt. Her thighs clamped on my wrist as she made her excuses that she needed the loo and pulling away she left the room and fled to the bathroom. Explaining to John that as I had already seen the photos I left him in control of the mouse and set off after Jean, surreptitiously unzipping myself as I went, to find her in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the bath enjoying what appeared to be a nice little orgasm. As I came in she hissed at me. "You swine what do you think you were doing I nearly came when you slid your thumb into me and even I could not pass that off as diveticulitis." Then her eyes caught site of my exposed and very erect cock and she smiled. I did not even bother answering just span her round and bent her over the sink. Lifting the back of her skirt I slipped aside the soaking crotch of her knickers and presented the business end of my cock to her cunt then shoved it deep into her. One, two, three thrusts and I came hosing her insides with three weeks worth of come. As soon as I had finished I withdrew, adjusted her knickers and flipped down her skirt, then zipping up returned to John in the dining room to continue describing the photos whilst leaving dear Aunty to compose herself out in the bathroom. What happened next shocked even me as just a few seconds later she reappeared with her right hand raised and her middle finger glistening with what I guessed was my come which she proceeded to pop into her mouth and suck clean. "Mmm," she said "I needed that; sorry if I have missed the show maybe next time." I had clearly awoken a sex fiend which promised well for the following day. The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful as we only managed a couple of fondles and Jean sucked my cock for a couple of seconds when John was getting ready for bed then off I went to the guest room for a fitful nights sleep. When I returned the following morning John was dressed and ready but Aunty was still in her nightdress. It has to be said it was not the most glamorous of things being full length brushed cotton with a high neck, frilled sleeves and a floral pattern. That aside it was stimulating in a strange sort of way as it was all part of my attraction to much older women, like my love of girdles, corsets and old fashioned long legged bloomers. What was good is that it was thin enough for me to see she was naked underneath it. As she turned slightly I could see the outline of her rather slack breasts and there was no sign of any knicker elastic across her buttocks. His bode well for later on. I suppose if one went back into my past it could all be traced back to my having spent a lot of my childhood with my grandparents were female undergarments were always present on ever full washing lines. It was soon time to go so John set off down the hall and as always when I left, albeit temporarily, Jean gave me a hug and told me to drive safely but she also whispered in my ear; "I hope you have got your strength back after last night as this old lady is in need of a dam good fucking and whilst you are out I intend to put your little present to some good use! Just to get myself ready for that big cock of yours." I responded with a gentle squeeze of her right buttock and left breast and a quiet, "Now you behave while I am out we do not want you doing anything naughty, do we?" With that and a wink I left. The journey to the hospital and back seemed to take forever and it was a good half hour before I was again walking down the hall way to Aunty Jean's front door. I have to admit that I had been giving a lot of thought to our next session and had been making some preparations in advance so when I walked through the door I was stopped in my tracks. A faint buzzing filled the air and as I peered into her bedroom I was greeted by the sight of Aunty; lying on the bed eyes tight shut, with her nightdress hitched up to her waist, legs spread wide; bent at the knee and braced on the bedspread and her hand slowly working her vibrator in and out of her sopping wet vagina accompanied by little moans as she went through a series of mini climaxes. This could not have suited my plans any better. Without a word I strode into the room and taking hold of her wrist pulled the vibrator from her then got her to her feet by the side of the bed. In silence I seated myself on the edge of the bed then pulled her face down over my lap. Lifting her nightdress up over her back exposing her backside I took her round the waist and gave her half a dozen gentle but warming slaps to her bare bottom, to the shock and surprise of dear old Aunty Jean. "Jonathan what do you think you are doing? What was that for? How dare you spank me, I am old enough to be your mother." All this took place whilst she was bent over my knees, bottom raised and my hand still resting on her right buttock which by now had taken on a slightly rosy hue. "I seem to recall telling you to behave yourself while I was out and also remember you telling me how you had always regarded masturbation as a sin. What do I find when I get back; a picture of depravity, which in my book merited a spanking; albeit a gentle one? And while we are at it; if I am good enough to fuck you then I am certainly good enough to administer a little bit of gentle discipline, irrespective of your age. Do I make myself clear, Aunty?" The last six words were accompanied by another six gentle slaps to her upraised posteriors each of which elicited a gasp of indignation rather than pain. After a couple of minutes I helped her up then sat her on my lap and we kissed. One of Jean's long tongue thrusting kisses which surprised me since I had just spanked her. When she came up for air she looked me in the eyes with that mischievous look of hers. "You know something; I think I found that spanking quite a turn on. Very different from the thrashings I used to get as a child from my parents. They really hurt and left me sore for days. I know I was turned on from using the vibrator but the feel of your palm slapping my bottom has made me very wet and I really need you in me now." With that her hand went to my zip but I pushed her from me, explaining I had something else in mind rather than just a quickie. "So far I have had your mouth, your cunt and your arse and you have developed a liking for the vibrator so we need to find something else that will stimulate our sex life. A couple of things spring to mind. One is a threesome and the other a bit of mild bondage plus we could always video our sex so we can relive it at a later date. Now from what you have told me I doubt Uncle would be interested in having sex with you at the same time as me or indeed at all and to find somebody else interested, with all due respect, in fucking a 76 year old would be both difficult and possibly dangerous to keeping things a secret from our nearest and dearest. I had therefore brought along some things that I thought would help and getting my bag from the lounge I produced 2 video cameras and stands. Another vibrator but this time it was modelled on a real penis with a sucker on its base and some more old fashioned underwear. This included a Playtex corselet with poppered gusset, some old fashioned nylons in tan and a pair of "directoire knickers" just like the ones my Gran used to wear. Finally I produced some lengths of silken cord. I explained to Jean that I wanted to make this a memorable day for us both and that she was to trust me and suggested that she retired to the bathroom to put on the underwear and her day clothes whilst I prepared the flat for us. For a moment she eyed the items I had revealed to her, in particular the dildo which was nearer 10" in length and thicker than my own cock, with a rather wistful look, then picking up her clothes and the undergarments set off to the bathroom to dress. The first thing I did was to find a suitable vantage point for the videos, one which would catch the majority of the action that was to take place in the bedroom and the other I located in the lounge. Then I attached the silk cords to the four corners of her bed which fortunately I had remembered had a proper head and foot board. Next I moved the blanket chest from the foot of the bed and placed it in view of the camera before attaching the dildo to it in a suitable position for my purpose. Every thing was now ready al I needed now was Aunty so to pass the time I went and made us coffee which I took into the lounge then sat and waited. Ten minutes later she appeared looking every inch the 76 year old Aunt, mother and grandmother she was. Her white grey hair was immaculately combed into its permed and waved style. Her white blouse; buttoned to the neck and sporting a small cameo broach. Rather than her usual floaty cotton skirt she was wearing a tighter fitting blue woollen one. I swear I could detect a hint of suspender through the material and on her feet she wore a pair of low heeled court shoes which improved the shape of her calves. I also detected a hint more make up than usual and certainly more eye shadow behind the lenses of her blue framed glasses. I could feel my cock thickening in anticipation. "Well?" she asked "Will I do?" Assuring her she would more than do I sat her on the settee and passed her a coffee then sat next to her whist we drank. After a while she asked what I had in mind and I told her that it was for me to know and her to wonder about. She then went on to explain about the problems her arthritis had given her in fastening suspenders, poppers and zips and also that whilst dressing she had examined her bottom which now sported a couple of pink hand prints which would have to be hidden from John. I knew that the severity of my slaps had been deliberately light, meant to stimulate rather than hurt. Clearly the flesh of the elderly bruised more easily than that of the young. "Now down to business Aunty, as you can no doubt see this mornings activities have aroused me so I suggest you reduce the swelling in my groin in your inimitable style so that I can control myself better later on!" Without a word she put down her coffee cup and adjusting her position on the couch leant toward me lowering her head closer to my lap. Her fingers found my zip and quickly drew it down to allow her arthritic fingers to delve into my flies and boxers to extricate my swollen manhood. Circling my shaft with the finger and thumb of her left hand she lowered her head and engulfed 5 of my 8 inches in the moist cavern of her mouth; still hot from her coffee. Her lips locked round the shaft and she sucked on me at the same time as her busy tongue went to work. Oh the pleasure she gave me as she bobbed her head and worked my cock. Her free hand slipped into my trousers to caress and squeeze my balls. All too soon I felt my climax approach so I pulled out of her mouth and stood up. I took her head and bent her neck so she was looking up at me, her face open to the camera then I masturbated myself so that when I came my come went first into her open mouth and then sprayed her face, covering her cheek, glasses and neck. Jean swallowed then went to wipe her face but I stopped her, insisting she remained covered for the rest of the day. "Now I want you to take off your outer clothes so that you are dressed only in the corselet, knickers, stockings and shoes." No argument she simply stood and her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and once they were undone she eased it of her shoulders then folded and placed it on the chair. I now noted she had added a slip to her garments, something that would have to be removed. Next she unbuttoned the waist of her skirt then slid down the zip before sliding it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor whence she delicately stepped out of it, bent to pick it up and placed it alongside her blouse. The experience of watching this slow and mildly provocative strip was having a wondrous effect on my libido and despite recent orgasms I felt a stirring down below. "The slip, Aunty!" Fingers go to her shoulders and slip the thin straps down her arms and then she eases it over her breasts and down off her hips to the floor; where she leaves it puddle in a heap round her feet. I sit taking in the images that are assailing my eyes. Her upper body encased in elasteen and nylon her breasts made full by the cups of her corset and her waist pulled in tight. The "directoire knickers" high in the waist and long in the leg covering her lower body and thighs and then the tan of her stockings above her shoes. Jean stands with one leg crooked across, her head dipped and her face still covered in the shiny trails of my offering now running down her glasses and off her chin. I wanted to ravish her there and then but controlled myself needing to prolong the moment. "Parade a little Aunty let me see you." So parade she did moving round the room and even bending over to pick up her slip with her back to me presenting the white sateen of her knickers stretched taught across her bottom. "Stay just like that spread your legs and lower those delightful knickers to your knees, please." Hands to her waist fingers slip into the elastic and ease the protective white material down and into a taught band. Between her widely spread legs I can see the gusset of her corselet protecting her modesty. "Now Aunty undo your poppers and then clasp your ankles please." I watch from my position directly behind as she slips her right hand between her legs and with arthritic fingers struggles with the poppers. One by one they are released and the fabric drops away revealing her plump sex with its now familiar crinkled lips and covering of fine hair. I move behind her and dropping to my knees steady her with my hands on the front of her thighs and bending forward I run my tongue against her folds parting them and probing her cunt. Up and down her slit I sweep it flicking her clitoris and forcing it up into her wet vagina. A mini orgasm hits her and I am forced to stop and hold her to prevent her from falling. Getting up I walk round and as she has remained bent forward I am afforded a glimpse of her breasts and then she straightened revealing all. The white of her corselet encompasses her body pulling it in and pushing it out where appropriate . Between her legs the crotch piece with a glimpse of poppers obscures her pubic mound which now waits for my further attention. Below an expanse of pale thigh, slightly marred by the odd vein mark and age dimple, crossed by the elastic of her suspenders that are holding up her nylons. The dark of the tops in sharp contrast to her flesh. It is all too much for me and I take her in my arms and we kiss. My tongue explores her mouth still tasting of my come from her earlier suckling and then I am leading her into the bedroom. Our progress is slow as she is slightly hobbled by the knickers which are still held round her knees by the leg elastic. She stops on entering seeing the blanket chest with the huge dildo rearing from its top a tube of KY placed next to it. "What on earth is...?" "It is for later, for our threesome but before that there is the teasing." I lead her to the bed and lay her down before taking first her arms and then her legs; I tie her spread- eagled on the bed. Exposed and vulnerable. Sitting next to her my hands wander over her body, caressing, stroking and probing then they move between her thighs and I open her with my fingers. She is so wet her juices flowing so freely that my fingers slide easily into her sex and my thumb rolls her clitoris. Steadily I finger fuck her bringing her to the boil then stopping at the critical moment. I continue like this for ten minutes playing my Aunty-in-law like a violin. Little cries of passion and frustration fill the room and her body is twisting in an effort to reach a releasing orgasm but I am resolute. Finally after fifteen minutes I stop and untie her legs then I get onto the bed raising her legs ceiling wards, an ankle on each shoulder and in one swift movement I mount her and thrust my cock deep into the sopping maw of her sex. A minute or twos fucking then I pull her knickers to round her ankles and the let her legs slide of my shoulders so they are round my waist and then bending forward I into the missionary position I continue to fuck her. I feel her legs wrap around me her heels digging into my buttocks to help her lever up against my thrusts and her nails are digging into my shoulders. "Fuck me Jonathan; fuck me. Do it to me hard I want to come again and feel your spunk filling my womb. Yes, yes, yes." Aunties voice loud in my ear as I enjoyed the feel of her vagina clasping my swollen cock. Then we stop and pulling her knickers off I help her to her feet and lead her over to the blanket chest and get her to straddle it directly over the dildo. Jean knows what I and indeed she wants so without any instruction from me she lowers herself and guides the huge head up against her opening then slowly, erotically slides down on the rubber cock. There is no hesitation she sits down all the way until all 10-inches are filling her sex, stretching her more than ever before. In an instant I am stood by her, cock close to her face and she takes me into her mouth and sucks. "There now Aunty 2 cocks at once, I am just so sorry it cannot be a real one in your cunt." As she sucks on me she rocks back and forth on the dildo inside her stimulating her clit. Knowing I cannot take too much of this I withdraw and move behind her bending her forward so her bottom is slightly raised and open to me. I take the KY and liberally anoint my fingers then part her cheeks and slip one finger up her back passage. This generates a gasp from Jean followed by a squeal as I add a second digit which I work her with lubricating her anus then another loud cry as I present my cock. I apply pressure and Jean groans as her anal muscle gives and 4 of my 8 inches slip into her bottom. I can feel the hardness of the dildo against the underside of my prick and the flesh of her cunt and bowels trapped between them. I hold steady for a couple of minutes to allow her to adjust to this double penetration and then I begin to arse fuck her. With my hands pressing down on her shoulders I thrust in and out of her back passage as she wriggles her hips working herself on the dildo. Jean has asked if she can finish of this story as she feels that it may come better from her in light of all the new experiences she has undergone this morning. *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 56