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By *GFP OP Man
11 weeks ago
south northumberland |
I've known Aunt Maria for many years, she's been Mum's best friend for as long as I can remember. She'd often be at our house for coffee mornings and occasionally visited us at our caravan. As a teenager, I often had to take myself somewhere private for a wank when she'd been over. Her big boobs always flashed plenty of cleavage and she always wore long flowing dresses.
On a few occasions, I'd seen her in her one-piece swimming costume where there was not a lot left to the imagination, her camel toe and big bumpy areola clearly visible. Maria is in her early sixties now, but still in good shape. Curvy in all the right places. Her husband is no longer around, so she would often ask for help around the house with D.I.Y. and odd jobs. A few weeks ago, she asked me if I could hang some rolls of wallpaper for her, I was more than happy to help out and although she offered to pay, I wasn't going to ask for any money, after all, she was practically family.
When I got to Maria's house, she was dressed in a lovely white summer dress, her chest almost spilling out.
"Come in," she said "Would you like a cuppa before you start?"
"Why not," I replied.
She made two cups of tea and we chatted in the kitchen. It was just general small talk about me and the family, but then she slipped in a bit of a suggestion.
"As you can see, I've already stripped for you."
"You should have said, I could have given you a hand," I replied.
"Nonsense, you don't want to see an old lass like me stripping," she said with a cheeky giggle.
"I wouldn't complain," I replied.
With that, she stood up and said "I best not distract you any more, or you'll not get anything done."
"Yes, I'll get to it."
I went out to the car, brought my gear in and set to work. The day went by and I worked through the job far quicker than I had anticipated. Maria generally left me to it, apart from the occasional
"Do you need anything?" or "Everything going well?"
However, as much as I was keeping my mind on the job, every time I saw Maria, or smelled her lovely perfume, my mind wandered and I started to imagine different sexual scenarios. Remembering her in her swimming costume, I imagined her in her underwear, or in the shower. Even when she passed me on the staircase, went to the toilet and I heard her go for a pee, my thoughts were horny. After all, she'd be sitting there with her dress hitched up and her knickers around her ankles.
By about mid-day, I had become so horny that it was effecting my work, so I decided to nip to the bathroom and sort myself out.
I took my phone and opened up some of my saved porn. Pictures and videos of mature women, playing with themselves or being fucked by much younger men. I got my cock out and it didn't take long before I ejaculated, hard. I cleaned up my mess, as the last thing I wanted was for my Mother's best friend to realize I'd been wanking in her bathroom when I should have been working. Then I headed back to work.
There wasn’t much left to do, other than a tricky corner and a bit of snagging, so I put my mobile phone on the end of my paste table with a bit of music playing and got to it. I finished the last of the job and started to tidy up just as Maria came back into the room.
“Wow, that looks fantastic. It's not taken you long at all. Are you this efficient with everything you do?“
“I try my best” was all I could reply. I was curious, was she flirting with me? Or was she just being nice and my horn was clouding my judgement?
“Is that you finished for the day, or have you got anything else on?”
“No, I’ve finished far sooner than I thought I would, so I was just going to head home and have a couple of hours to myself before the school run.”
“Oh, OK.” she sounded a bit disappointed. “You could stay for another cuppa, or I could make you a sandwich if you like?”
I couldn’t tell her I was dying to get home and have another wank, because her big tits bursting out of her dress had me so horny.
“Sorry, it's just nice having a man in the house for a change and we’ve not really had a proper catch-up. I’m sure you’d rather spend a few hours with me than all on your own.”
She gave me a cheeky wink. Still, I wasn’t sure if this was flirting or if my dick doing the thinking.
“Yeah, I suppose I’ve got some time to kill, why not? A cold drink will be fine though. A Coke?”
Her face lit up.
“A big cold glass of cock it is,” she said with a giggle. “Sorry, that’s what my daughter used to call it when she was little.”
Still a little unsure of what was happening, I cleaned up, packed the car up and went back into the house to join Maria in her garden. When I got there, she was stretched out on a lounger, slightly reclined, her dress pulled up way past her knees, the shoulder straps under her arms, with so much more of her chest on show. Wow, she looked good and I could feel myself getting all horny again. |
