58-year-old aunt

Being fucked by my 58-year-old aunt felt so good (final chapter after merging).

My wife went away for training, so I asked her aunt to help me with housework and childcare. My wife felt more at ease asking her, firstly because of her age, and secondly because she wasn't particularly attractive, so there was no need to worry about anything inappropriate happening. But this 58-year-old woman opened my eyes. She made me realize that sex has no age limit and is not directly related to appearance; it's accompanied by passion.
Just looking at her face, I would never have any sexual interest, but her short, plump figure sometimes aroused my fantasies. Especially her large buttocks, which, even in baggy clothes, couldn't hide their impressive shape. When she bent over sweeping the floor, I observed her closely; her buttock cleft was quite wide, easily big enough to fit a hand. This inevitably made me speculate about the width of her vulva, the thickness of her labia, the density of her pubic hair, and the size of her vaginal opening. On both sides of her buttock cleft, each buttock was a full, round shape, and the two together made the entire buttocks a perfect oval. Although she had reached menopause, she still radiated vitality and energy. I've always believed this is a sign of a mature woman, and as a man, I should let such a woman experience sexual allure. I enjoy having sex with women like her, even if they're not conventionally attractive.
Every night I fantasize about her ample buttocks, imagining how to fully insert my penis and then rub her thick, hairy labia in circular motions with my pubic bone. But I dare not put it into practice. Because I know that if I mess it up, I'll be too ashamed to show my face.
However, sexual desire isn't unique to men. This woman in her fifties was far more skilled than me. Our shared sexual desire led to an intoxicating experience for us.
One day, I let out a long sigh, not out of sexual frustration, of course. But when this woman heard it, she said, "Your wife has only been gone for half a month, and you can't even handle it?" Upon hearing this, I realized it was clearly a flirtation, so I replied, "Auntie, you've been away from home for so long, aren't you getting a little restless? Thinking about 'that'?" I observed her reaction; she didn't scold me, and her face even turned slightly red. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and said, "You're so disrespectful." We were of one mind; I could sense her desire.
That night, I decided to take action and go to her room. If she locked the door, it was hopeless, but if it wasn't, there was a chance. If she resisted after I went in, I could pretend to have gone to the bathroom by mistake. So the risk wasn't too great.
The door opened, and she was sleeping on her side, facing inwards, completely naked. A mass of white flesh, a dark patch between her plump buttocks—I couldn't see clearly—but the curves of a mature woman were still very alluring.
I quietly walked to the bedside and placed my hand on her buttocks. She didn't react, so I began to caress them, my heart pounding with anxiety. Soft and elastic, much better than my wife's lean buttocks. I caressed her entire buttocks, but there was still no movement. Was she really asleep? She increased the kneading force, like kneading dough. Finally, a voice came: "I knew you'd come, I knew you weren't a good person." I was overjoyed.
She suddenly sat up, startling me.
"It's my turn," she said, already grasping my erect penis with practiced precision, which surprised me.
"Not too small," she said, then pulled down my pants.
She skillfully gripped my penis with her right hand, stroking it up and down a few times, then suddenly tightened her grip, making my glans swell and turn bluish-purple. Then she looked at it, praising, "You're still young."
Her thick tongue licked the glans, and a wave of pleasure shot from my groin to my head. This was my first time doing oral sex, and it was definitely different from penetration.
Her movements were skilled and delicate, her tongue, lips, and teeth working together perfectly, sometimes stroking my penis up and down, sometimes sucking on my testicles, sometimes gently biting with her teeth. Thinking of a 58-year-old woman, a woman whose youngest son is older than me, doing this, it was a pleasure in itself. My penis had never been this hard before.
Everyone says the wedding night is wonderful, but who knows that an affair is even more delightful? Especially with my wife's 58-year-old aunt—fresh and exciting, that's exactly what I want.
I can't just let women play with me; I have to play with her too.
This old woman really knows her advantages. With a push, she naturally lay on the bed, assuming a position like a bitch in heat, her ass high and her cunt fully exposed. I really wanted to thrust my big cock into her, pounding her dozens of times, and this old slut clearly felt the same way.
But I'm an experienced woman, and I can't rush things. I'll play with her first.
I can finally see the charm of her plump ass and cunt. (To be continued)
Let's take a closer look.
Sure enough, she's an old slut. Her pubic hair extends from both sides of her labia majora all the way to her anus, long and curly, giving a messy impression. At least her labia minora are relatively neat, everted outside the labia majora, and are dark purple in color, clearly the result of frequent sex and pigmentation.
I cupped her dark, slutty pussy with my whole palm, feeling its warmth and softness, and gently but firmly rubbed it clockwise.
"What am I doing?" I wanted some verbal stimulation.
"You're touching my pussy," she said without hesitation, that's the charm of an old pussy, without any of the coyness of a young one.
"Whose pussy am I touching?"
"You're touching mine," my heart raced.
"What kind of pussy am I touching?" I stroked her thick labia with my thumb and forefinger, occasionally squeezing them.
"You're touching my old pussy." Indeed, I'd rather fuck this old bastard than my young, beautiful wife, I just love old pussy.
"What color?" I forcefully spread her snow-white buttocks with both hands.
"Black." "Is it slutty?
" "Slutty."
"
That's right, big black old slutty pussy, I like this kind."
"If you like it, then fuck me."
"You're willing to let me fuck you?"
"Yes," my thick penis was already pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, ready to explode. What am I waiting for?
I assumed a horse stance, aimed at her plump opening, and
with a soft "plop," it went all the way in. There was no way to stop it; her pubic bone was pressed tightly against her labia. I only regretted that my penis was too short to make her beg for mercy. I thrust my hips, pumping rapidly, the "plop plop" sounds mingling with the slapping of my lower abdomen against her plump buttocks—a sound both alluring and stimulating.
After several dozen rounds, I was a little out of breath, so I slowed down, taking a gentler approach. I was so focused on thrusting
while holding her plump buttocks that I forgot about the two points on my chest.
Slowly pushing in, I felt the warm, delicate, and wrinkled vaginal walls enveloping and resisting my penis—it was truly comfortable and pleasant. Actually, for men, the process of sex is more important than the result. Watching my thick penis slowly enter a woman's vagina gave me a unique sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Continuing forward, I almost sat on her waist, my penis nestled inside her vulva. I reached down and grabbed her large, cow-like breasts, lifting them up and then lowering them, experiencing the heavy weight that only a mature woman possesses. Gently pinching, pulling, pressing, and rubbing the nipples, the frequency of thrusting gradually decreased.
Only when the speed slowed did I truly appreciate and savor the experience.
Watching my large penis expand her thick labia into a circle, rhythmically withdrawing and inserting, watching her large, white buttocks arch high, revealing her fleshy vulva for me to fuck, watching her messy labia minora being drawn into her vagina and then pulled out again, watching the vaginal fluid constantly overflowing and wetting my pubic hair, I truly understood the essence of fucking, connecting the words "fuck," "ass," "sex," and "doing it" with vivid images.
I felt the greatness of my masculinity, and she was no longer an elder to me, but a female animal in heat. We were engaging in natural mating; my large penis penetrated her deep, fleshy vulva, and through friction, blood concentrated in our groins, both finding satisfaction and release. A 58-year-old woman and a 28-year-old man, achieving such a harmonious union—it seemed impossible from any perspective, yet it truly happened.
I felt myself getting harder and harder, and the speed of thrusting slowed down further, even stopping completely, giving me room to talk.
"Is it better to penetrate deeper or shallower?"
"Deep penetration is essential, but shallow penetration has its own unique charm." He's an educated man, after all; experience counts, you can't argue with that.
I pulled out my penis, wiped away the vaginal fluid, smoothed my wet pubic hair, and habitually stroked it a couple of times, then gave it a shake before starting a couple of shallow thrusts.
I know shallow penetration is delicate, requires patience, and can't be rushed.
First, I held my penis in my hand, using wrist movements to slide the glans between her labia majora, gradually increasing the speed, finally reaching maximum speed through hand vibration. This method was indeed effective; her plump buttocks began to move back, clearly wanting deeper penetration.
She moved back, and I moved back too, maintaining a state of near-close contact. I teased her.
Then I rubbed the glans against her clitoris, first up and down, then left and right, finally in circles, watching the old woman's clitoris harden like a bean, emitting an alluring sheen. Thinking about how this usually demure woman had been played with like this, it was a uniquely stimulating experience.
Finally, I used the glans to stir the vulva, inserting it first and then removing it, observing the glans glistening with the vaginal fluid, experiencing the sensation of a monk washing his hair—it was indescribably wonderful. I used my hand to shake the penis, ten circles clockwise and ten circles counter-clockwise, sweeping it up and down, left and right. My hand was more agile than my penis, moving at will and with great flexibility. The moans were melodious and pleasing to the ear; this was the most beautiful music in the world.
Now it was time to play with the plump buttocks, my favorite.
To play with the buttocks, one must first lift them, gently pressing on the waist. Sure enough, it was effortless; the waist sunken, the plump buttocks soaring to the sky—this was my most admired position, where the charm of a mature woman was most vividly displayed.
I couldn't rush it; I sat down and slowly appreciated it.
A gentleman uses his eyes, not his hands. As a man, it would be a great pity not to savor such a beautiful sight. Although I was incredibly pent-up and desperately wanted to penetrate her and ejaculate, I lingered more in this uncomfortable state, calming myself and appreciating the view (my wife has always refused to assume this position, which has been a source of great distress for me). First, her skin was alluring. Perhaps because her buttocks are usually covered by clothing, a woman's buttocks are often the best-skinned part of her body. This old slut's complexion was dark, but her buttocks were snow-white, without wrinkles, and except for a few red spots from folliculitis, they were flawless. However, the monotonous color could be visually tiring, but thankfully, the color of her vulva and her plump buttocks contrasted beautifully, complementing each other perfectly. The labia majora of her plump vulva were dark, while the labia minora were black, with a slight pink tinge at the entrance (the result of being penetrated). Her anus was even darker, and the curly pubic hair extending from her lower abdomen converged along the labia majora at her anus, giving the impression of a hazy, grassy landscape. All of this was perfectly surrounded by her two plump buttocks. Don't you want to have sex with her?
Second, touch. A gentleman uses his hands, not his mouth. First, I caressed her entire buttocks with both hands, feeling their perfect contours. Then I pinched and squeezed them, feeling their elasticity and thickness. Finally, I focused on her vulva, pulling up her pubic hair, squeezing her labia majora, kneading her labia minora, and pressing her clitoris, listening to her soft moans. My movements were smooth, steady, and perfectly coordinated.
Next, I spread her legs. I love doing that. To spread her vulva, I spread her buttocks first, and to spread her buttocks, I spread her legs first. She's experienced; the moment my hands touched her thighs, before I even started to spread them, her legs were already fully open. I placed my hands on the inside of her plump buttocks, pressed my fingers against her labia majora, and with a sudden burst of strength,
her vulva opened wide. Then, I licked her open vulva. She probably hadn't expected this move; the moment my tongue touched her labia, her plump buttocks reflexively closed. No rush, I gently stroked and spread them again, and finally, they opened again. I first licked her labia with my tongue, slowly and gently. The old slut's moans were quite loud, but I ignored that and inserted my tongue into her vagina, moving it in and out, up and down, left and right.
"You have to go in, as deep as possible, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."
Penis insertion was a given, but I wanted to take the opportunity to explore its internal structure.
Two fingers easily slipped in; it was unusually warm inside, but with some wrinkles. I smoothed out these wrinkles gently and firmly, feeling that I was finally truly playing with a woman, not just simply having sex. Her son and grandson, hundreds of miles away, probably never dreamed that their mother and grandmother were being played with by a young man at this very moment; my wife, thousands of miles away, would never imagine that her husband was staging a pornographic scene with her aunt. It was truly exciting.
The old slut probably had an episiotomy during childbirth; there was a bulge on the inner wall that I couldn't smooth out.
"A little deeper," only now did I have a chance. With both fingers already inserted, how could I go any further?
I decisively brought my five fingers together and slowly pushed them in.
The vulva stretched wider and wider, without any wrinkles, fully open, radiating a luster.
Finally, it was in.
I started pushing and pulling, my right arm thicker than my penis, and the pushing motion actually moved her entire hips.
The speed gradually increased, the moans growing louder and louder. Suddenly, she let out a cry, her head lifted, her waist arched further, her right arm being squeezed and contracted in waves—she had reached orgasm.
I withdrew my arm, replacing it with my penis, and thrust wildly, ejaculating.
Fellow netizens, playing with mature women requires skill and technique, don't you agree?
Once the floodgates between men and women are opened, the torrent of desire becomes a raging sea, capable of engulfing the entire world. For men and women agitated by fervent lust, everything in the world becomes ephemeral; only one thing is real and tangible: the mating of a large penis and a deep, fleshy vagina. I was completely absorbed in this, feeling a bit insane.
My 58-year-old aunt is indeed a bit old, but she's plump, and not at all greasy, old but not weak, still vigorous in her old age. Everything about her is round – her face, her breasts, her buttocks, even her vagina is round after penetration. I like voluptuous mature women. Mating with her made me feel my masculine power fully realized.
That night, after fucking her plump vagina, I couldn't sleep in my room. My heart was pounding. I carefully reviewed the whole process and was generally satisfied with my performance, but some shortcomings and regrets were inevitable. I felt I hadn't had enough fun, hadn't fully brought out her sexiness. But that's normal; couples in heat during their first mating often rush things. Before I knew it, my penis was erect again, and I really wanted to go back and play with her again, but I restrained myself. Humans, whatever they do, must be moderate. Take it slow, there's plenty of time, why rush? But to be honest, being tormented by sexual desire is, in a sense, enjoyable, and I appreciate that feeling. Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by a noise. Opening my eyes, I saw the living room was spotless. My aunt was mopping the floor, her hair neatly combed, her complexion rosier, and her buttocks seemed even fuller. The outline of her large briefs was clearly visible on her pants, adding to her allure. I felt a surge of secret joy: this was my masterpiece! I had brought her to orgasm, letting her sway at the peak of desire, fulfilling her biological instincts. I had selflessly offered her my nectar. Judging from her behavior this morning, she was satisfied with last night's pleasure. Didn't her actions itself indicate a new yearning?
Every beginning is difficult, but with this start, it seemed I could maintain high-quality sexual activity with this beauty for a while. Of course, I wanted to fuck her, fuck her fat, horny pussy—that was inevitable. I also wanted to try anal sex sometime, to experience the thrill of anal intercourse. But more importantly, I want her to lose her will under my stimulation and manipulation, to be controlled by me in the thirst and satisfaction of desire, reaching a state of complete ecstasy. I want her to be as slutty and wanton as can be. I believe this is the highest level of fucking. I'm basically confident I can do it.
It's best to have a plan for everything, so that things can be carried out in an orderly manner. Yesterday's fucking was just the prelude, and it was quite successful. Today's plan is already in place.
The child has been sent to kindergarten, it's a bit hot, and it's just the two of us in the whole house, so things will be easy. Besides, we've already had physical intercourse, and our private parts are no longer a matter of privacy, so we can talk and act much more freely.
"It's a bit hot today," she said, taking off her t-shirt and exposing her upper body. What did I want to do? Of course, I wanted to take off her clothes. Playing with a slut in broad daylight is definitely a different experience than at night.
"It's a bit hot," she said, having most likely guessed my meaning; she was just waiting for me to guide her.
"Shall we take off our clothes too?"
"It's broad daylight, I'm so embarrassed, what if someone sees?" See, things were almost done, how could my heart not race?
"Who would see? It's just the two of us in the whole house, heaven and earth can see us, even if nobody sees us, what's there to be afraid of? "
"We need to draw the curtains." That was a piece of cake.
With the curtains drawn, the room became much darker, but also much more intimate.
"You take yours off first," I said. I was down to my underwear, and the only other option was to pull it down. My erect penis was revealed before her. I'm thin, but my penis is large, standing tall amidst the tangled pubic hair. Seventeen centimeters in length and twelve centimeters in circumference, it actually caused trouble, because when fully inserted, the woman's expression was pained, greatly affecting her sexual interest. I've always believed that through intercourse, a man should bring a woman pleasure and orgasm, not pain. This is actually why I'm keen on mating with mature women; their wide, deep, plump vaginas are perfect for the insertion of a penis like mine.
Although she has decades of sexual experience, she was still embarrassed to look directly at me, indicating that she was far from being aroused. Lust was aroused. She lost her senses, and everything became easier for her. No rush, haste makes waste.
She turned to the side, glancing sideways; it was my turn to act.
As soon as I sat down beside her, my penis was grasped; it seemed she had a preference for this. See, with just a little initiative, the allure of an old woman shines through. This is something a young girl's vagina can't compare to.
Without any resistance, my clothes, bra, and panties were all on the floor. The daytime show of playing with a fat woman officially began.
We lay on our sides on the sofa in a 69 position, both comfortable and at ease. I could admire her plump buttocks and cunt, while she could play with my penis and testicles.
We caressed and rubbed each other, but it wasn't very effective; it distracted us. It seems the saying "you can't do two things at once" is absolutely true. She plays with your feelings, you play with her experiences—it has to be this way.
Let me go first; a man should have a spirit of sacrifice.
First, the front, then the back—that's the order.
First, play with the nipples, a few gentle strokes, they're already erect. Gently squeeze, flick, and pull.
Second, grasp the breasts; they sag but are full, exuding the allure of a mature woman. Experience the feeling of milking a cow.
Third, suckle the nipples, gently licking and stroking the full abdomen. A woman in her fifties' abdomen has begun to swell, giving the impression of being bloated from absorbing too much semen. Although there are many stretch marks on the lower part, the overall feeling is full and plump without being loose, perfectly combined with the wide pelvis. Its mature charm is a tender vulva with narrow hips and a flat stomach. It's incomparable to the French. This is what they mean by "tender pussy" and "old pussy," each with its own advantages. A tender pussy is fresh and tender, like newly harvested fruits and vegetables, a delicious drink that easily quenches thirst; while an old pussy is like an indispensable white steamed bun, like aged wine, with a long-lasting aftertaste.
The big black nipples are still sensitive; after just one, a soft moan reached my ears. I love hearing soft moans; they fully arouse my desire to conquer.
There's a deep groove between the lower abdomen and the mons pubis, with a wide, bulging lower abdomen above and a raised mons pubis below. The top is snow-white, and the bottom is covered with thick pubic hair. Gently parting the pubic hair, I accurately found the clitoris, this bean-sized thing, which needs to be stimulated slowly. After several rubs, the moans became even louder.
"You're in heat," a phrase like this wouldn't offend her now, but only intensify her desire. One hand caressed her ample breasts, the other stroked her vulva; the old slut, eyes closed, let out soft moans. He couldn't resist pressing his lips to hers, their tongues softly colliding and intertwining, a wonderful feeling arising within him—a feeling of novelty, stimulation, and the primal pleasure of both of them transforming into animals in heat.
Reaching out, he found the sofa already soaked with her juices. It was time to turn her over. I usually fuck women from behind; it's a habit, and she seemed to be used to having her buttocks raised high for penetration from behind.
Because it was daytime, everything was clearly visible. The dark moles on the inside of her buttocks, the pubic hair on both sides of her labia majora and around her anus were clearly visible. Her labia majora were engorged and swollen, her labia minora gleaming brightly, her vaginal opening slightly open—a sign of arousal, a premonition of urgent penetration to satisfy her desire. This was the perfect time to make her completely subservient to me. I could have my way with her.
"Auntie's buttocks are the most alluring, and they're even more incredible when they move."
Sure enough, her large, plump buttocks, clenched between her thighs, swayed, full of dynamism and sensuality. Admiring the movement of her buttocks, I squeezed her buttocks, carefully observing her moving vulva. Such erotic scenes are rare. Her
full vulva was even more swollen from arousal, even her pubic hair seemed three-dimensional. I knew she definitely craved my squeezing and caressing of her swollen labia, teasing her entrance, even thrusting in and out—and of course, my erect penis had the same desire. But today, the main purpose was to play, not to fuck; to appreciate her slutty vulva, not to fuck her.
"Auntie's plump vulva is indeed tempting, it would be even more alluring if you could spread it open."
"You spread it."
"It's different whether I spread it or you spread it. I love watching women spread their legs themselves. Can you spread it open for me?" "
This is called training, this is called playing. Only when a woman is in heat can one's desires be fulfilled. Her plump buttocks, her thick labia parted, reveal a deep, alluring opening that gleams with a captivating sheen. One can't help but tease her with fingers, further arousing her lust. When a woman is in heat, she is prone to doing things that are unimaginable under normal circumstances."
"Perform anal contraction exercises," the black anus rhythmically contracted and relaxed, relaxed and contracted, causing the labia majora to slightly open and close, incredibly seductive.
He placed his palm sideways between the labia majora, a stance for slapping her plump vulva. She actually began to rub her hips up and down, moaning softly, just like that—appreciating a horny, horny vulva is a man's greatest achievement.
Penis insertion is an eternal truth, ever-changing, but ultimately it all boils down to the essence of sex.
He thrust forward, but only the glans was inserted, then remained still. What to do? What else could he do but wait for her to move?
After decades of lovemaking, she naturally understood this perfectly.
Calmly and quietly, he watched her high, plump buttocks move back and forth, manipulating his penis, her vulva expanding, her labia everted, her juices overflowing, her moans of pleasure incessant, a sense of satisfaction rising within him.
"Feel it with your hand," she said, regretting that she couldn't see the entire insertion process. I couldn't just rely on vaginal sensation; I needed her to feel how her fat cunt was being fucked.
It was my turn to fuck her too.
Slowly but powerfully, I pushed in until the base of my penis touched her pubic bone and labia. Using her raised, plump buttocks as a fulcrum, I rotated my waist, first clockwise and then counter-clockwise, rubbing her cunt to achieve the tightest possible union. The pre-coital simulation was finally put to the test in real life, and the effect was excellent. This kind of ravaging of her genitals was clearly what she craved. She twisted her hips in coordination, her urge to ejaculate uncontrollably. Ahhh sounds also escaped from my throat, intertwining with each other. As everything around us disappeared, all the hot semen was injected into her abdominal cavity and uterus, not a drop leaking out.
What reassured me was that I didn't need to worry about her getting pregnant.

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