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- A Day at my Aunts. Mature Incest
My name is Mike. It all
started about a few years ago when I was 18. I went to my
Aunt Suzy’s house to spend the day swimming with my cousins,
Brian and Lisa. Brian was a year older at 19 and was a sophomore
in college. He was about my size at 6’0 and couldn’t be more
than 165 lbs. Lisa was my age at 18 and we were both seniors
in high school. Lisa was the type of girl that you knew would
be hot at an early age. She was about 5’6 and maybe weighed
95 lbs., had gorgeous legs and started to develop a beautiful
set of tits. They had to be about a C-cup at the time. The
thing that she had going though was her eyes. They looked
exactly like Chasey Lain’s, eyes that you just stared into
when she spoke. She got those from
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- Mature Women. Mature incest sex
Mike was 14 years old when he
really started to discover his sexual interests. Two things
brought it to the forefront. One, while showering after gym
class he noticed his thick 6 1/2" cock was bigger than
most of his classmates, and the second was he discovered older
women, specifically Lori, his next-door neighbor. Mike was
5'8", 140 pounds and the youngest of three children,
the only son. His sisters had already gone away to college
and Mike was alone at home with his 40-year-old divorcee mom,
Debbie. One day while mowing the lawn Mike saw Lori laying
in her backyard sun tanning. It didn't matter that she was
50 years old, overweight and had large dimpled legs. What
Mike saw was that her bathing suit top was unfastened and
the sides of her large tits were visible. For the next three
days Mike spent all his waking hours in the back yard waiting
for Lori to sunbathe.
It was on Saturday
afternoon when he saw her again. This time she was laying
on her back, legs spread open and an abundance of gray curly
hair was flowing outside of her bikini bottoms. Peeking out
his bedroom window Mike pulled down his shorts and . . . .
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- Aunt Helen Burning...In
Summer's Cauldron. Mature sex.
Helen was lying in bed, just relaxing. Enjoying her cigarette,
and appreciating the solitude of the quiet bedroom…
It was a sweltering,
oppressively hot afternoon. The kind of mid-July afternoon,
where if you listened hard enough in the still, moist air,
you could almost imagine hearing the lawn hiss, under the
relentless sun. Helen had excused herself from the company
of visiting relatives, to retreat to her room for a nap. Once
there, she hurriedly shed her sticky tank top and shorts.
She put on her thin silk, flowered robe (but left it opened),
and flopped down onto the cool bedspread. A satisfying sensation
of relief came over her the moment her sweaty flesh made contact
with the crisp covers. Her shapely curves slowly sank, form-fitting
into the mattress, as she expelled a contented sigh . . .
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