Anal with my aunt before coffee

We had just finished lunch, my aunt, her husband, and I. And we were commenting on the day's news and the weather forecast for the next day. My aunt got up to clear the table and I helped her. We lifted the plates and glasses and took them to the kitchen. Her husband got up from the table, rubbing his belly and exclaiming an urgent desire to go to the bathroom. He took something to read and went. In the kitchen, with my aunt, we exchanged a mutual glance, as if seeking complicity, at that moment I only thought of kissing her and touching her, but I suddenly noticed she wanted more than that. Then I whispered to her: - Do we have time? She answered with a nearly mocking smile: – At least 20 minutes. Because that ritual accompanied by some magazine or text reading, took the right amount of time and just enough to complete our adventure without running the slightest risk of being caught in the act. In the precise moment when he entered his temple to make his offering - to whom knows what pagan god- my aunt began to rub my cock with her right hand over my pants, trying to find it already hard and ready to commit the most repressed of her sins, which was now an addiction. She found it hard and at its maximum point of excitement, then quickly lowered my pants, carefully removed it, took it in her hand sliding off the foreskin and leaving the glans exposed, proceeded to get down on her knees without taking her eyes off me, as if hypnotized and anxious. As soon as her knees touched the cold kitchen tiles, she put it in her mouth, narrowed her eyes and let out a groan - like those one exclaims when tasting a delicious treat- in an attitude of pleasure, all with haste but care. She began to suck it, kiss it, lick it with unimaginable tenderness, while I took hold of her curly hair and accompanied the rhythm of her head movement with my right hand. We were both dying of pleasure and that pleasure was seasoned with the danger of being caught.
Her husband continued with his ritual, we could hear every sound coming from the bathroom, we hadn't closed the kitchen door for that purpose. We knew that when we heard the bidet water, we should quickly interrupt our sinful act, whether it had culminated or not. But as we went along, we would surely complete it successfully.

At a certain moment, when I couldn't resist anymore and expressed it with my face gestures, without lifting my voice I exclaimed: – I'm going to finish Aunt! She looked at me with her eyes, removed the member from her mouth and said: – No, my love, wait, I want you to finish in my ass.

Immediately she turned around, lifted her skirt and lowered her bloomers, holding the skirt with her hands and arms and her bloomers were on one of her ankles touching the floor. While lifting the other leg to put it over the kitchen table, leaning over it. She left that spectacle exposed before my eyes, marvelous. Her ass - well depilated - was already wet from her vagina secretions, so I proceeded to lubricate it a bit more with my saliva, spitting directly on it and introducing it with my tongue, the aroma was exquisite.

We could hear every sound of the ritual and his husband's exclamations of satisfaction as he completed each sacrifice. At a similar pleasure – and we were aware of that – my aunt would be exposed at that same moment. The pleasure her husband produced from evacuations, she would experience it but in reverse.

So, when her anus dilated to evacuate, my aunt's dilated to receive my hard and wet penis.
The pleasure, the pain, adultery, and incestuous perversion altogether.
She covered her mouth with her left hand, while I took hold of her hair with the same hand and ravished her savagely without fear of hearing the impact of our bodies. By intensity, I knew that soon my sacrifice would come to an end, along with the one of my husband. And so, at the exact moment when he was about to make his final evacuation, I proceeded to release my hot semen into my aunt's asshole, imagining a expulsion so strong it would run through her intestines. Just as the spasms subsided, I placed my head on her back, kissed her. Only heard a barely imperceptible My love from her mouth and then we fell silent, followed by the sound of the toilet chain and bidet water -the temple's cleaning after the sacrifice-. We quickly settled in, I sat down on the couch, she stayed to put the dishes in the dishwasher. Settled into the couch with the remote control in my hand, I watched the triumphant priest emerge from the temple, carrying his sacred text under his arm and sporting a face of satisfaction and an ear-to-ear smile. It wasn't for nothing, he had completed his sacrifices with the greatest success. I looked him straight in the eye and expressed my satisfaction too, but, with certainty, I can assure that mine was greater.