My slutty had just passed away. I'd been with her for 10 years and felt terrible. She was part of the family. And on the other side of the room, you could hear moans; constant, muffled, and the pushing of a wooden bed, some whispers that could be deciphered as obscenities. I wasn't in the mood and just wanted to sleep but this mix of sadness with anger and something exciting was driving me crazy. After several minutes they stopped.
The next day I woke up and saw my nephew leaving. He's actually a political nephew, grandson of my father's sister. I know it's complicated. I already said hello as we were almost leaving at the same time and I greeted him but was still annoyed, hadn't slept well.
I was the remnants of my slutty that created. I arrived home and started crying, my sister consoled me a little bit. From that day on, I felt lonely. Neither my sister nor I had gotten married. However, we already had children but our partners didn't live with us. How strange these days (sarcasm).
I started going out with my sister on a trip to distract us, she was equally sad because the married woman felt lonely. The truth is that it worked for us because we got closer a bit. We were never so united despite having lived all our lives here.
We were at the beach during those vacations. The truth is that it felt very good to both of us. Although also, at least I, realized my body was no longer the same. Oscar, the man I was seeing and sometimes sleeping with, wasn't really great in all honesty. He's actually quite passive and a bit cold in bed. But having someone by my side at my age is like winning something. Or so I think. Look at my body, my hips are a bit large already, they have some stretch marks and cellulite, I'm not perfect. Although if my butt is anything to go by, it's quite curvy. I have a bit of belly fat and I'm short. My breasts are small, I'd say the size but honestly, who knows, they're about the same size as normal oranges.
We were at the pool, both of us wearing shorts and swimsuits with a low-cut bikini. Very ladylike? That's what we are. We got into the sea an hour later and, as expected, we came out wet. There we found a couple of guys. The guy was staring at me, his entire swimsuit was stuck to my body. I looked at him with lust and saw that he had all his cock marked on his bathing suit. I got excited and took the towel to go wash up. I felt strange.
At dinner I decided to put on a dress. I didn't feel entirely comfortable since my legs aren't what they used to be. But I couldn't always be worrying about what others would say, so I wore it. We went out to dinner and amiably chatted with my sister about our lives. Both of us agreed that in love we hadn't had luck but we had our children; she has a daughter and I have a son, none of whom lived with us anymore. We shared some experiences and I felt more at ease. A couple of gentlemen, slightly younger by five years, took us out to dance. They didn't dance as well but it was fun. The one who danced with me flirted a bit and felt good knowing he was desired.
When I got to the room, I couldn't almost sleep. I had realized that despite my body not being perfect or sexy, nor do I consider myself. Yet I still attracted several men. Or is it that men are so hot they throw themselves at anything with ass? It could be but I was retaining gazes and that was enough for me. The idea stayed in my mind.
Maybe it seems a bit excessive to you but I grew up in a somewhat reserved and concerned family about others' expectations. Without much affection, my father died when I was young and my mother was strict. At the end of all that burden we ended up without a family as such and it cost me many years to accept.
When we returned from vacation, the truth is I felt fine and it cost me to give up that sadness at home. But I tried to get over it and lead my life as normally as possible. At the entrance of the building, I ran into my nephew Marco. We greeted each other and helped each other carry our suitcases. We chatted a bit, laughed. I remembered that my computer (it was both of ours) wasn't working and told him if he could check it out later, he said yes and we exchanged numbers. We didn't have our numbers and since we lived so close!
At work, I dressed a bit more than usual. Midis, skirt and white blouse with a jacket. My hips stood out and my breasts, although already somewhat sagging, were held in place by the bra haha. I noticed the gazes of the students and some of my colleagues. I work at a school as an administrator. My colleagues told me that I looked good, that it had been a while since I dressed up. This made me feel a bit more confident and I returned the compliment. We went out to eat and we had a great time, honestly. We talked a lot about men, something we hadn't done before. For example, I didn't know that Clara, already a married woman at 45, watched porn and fantasized about anal sex. She said she didn't have confidence with her husband. Sara told us that she liked being treated badly, being called names, and if her husband was like that too. I told her it didn't seem like her husband was one of those men. We all laughed. I confessed to them that I would like to be treated savagely in bed. Once I had a younger boyfriend who treated me rough in bed. Since then, no one else has been.
I must confess that I had not presented Oscar at work meetings. He always showed up poorly dressed and his attitude is that of a rather calm and passive man. Although it does make me laugh a lot. Please, men, dress well, make your wives laugh, and ask what they like most. Don't let them get hornswoggled.
On that night we went up to the room. I didn't tell them. We have a service-like room that we use as a visiting room. That's where I usually sleep when Oscar comes to stay and my sister stays in the apartment. They already know about privacy. That's why I heard my nephew having sex because the rooms are next to each other. When I arrived at night, we got very hot and had sex. But I left with desire unsatisfied, we only did missionary and side positions for a short time. I wanted more but he either didn't want it or couldn't. I masturbated and tried to get him hard but it was no longer possible. I didn't even have the desire to keep touching myself.
For the cherry on top of the night, my nephew was with someone. I was hearing moans but these were more like shrieks, from a shrill high-pitched voice. But that didn't stop me from getting excited and more so since I was already there. I was telling my nephew things like; give it to me harder if you're going to fill her up completely, come on if I want cock. I had never done it this way before and it surprised me a bit, but also I was very hot. I supported it for about twenty minutes like that. And Oscar snoring God.
The next day I didn't find them. I left early for work. I got out of the shower, got dressed and another day went by. All day I was thinking about talking to Oscar about our relationships. A thousand scenarios played in my mind.
When I arrived at night after work, I remembered I had to renew my INE (Mexican identification) and found out that my computer wasn't working with internet. I restarted the modem, all normal stuff and nothing. Then I sent a message to Marco. He responded in minutes and told me he'd be here in an hour from work. When I arrived, my sister was at the market for the week. There I got the thrill of my life. I saw him and remembered that night. I also looked at him, already a man, he seemed strong. I have to say I saw him grow practically, now he's 26 years old. And it's more but he has good buttocks and a package that's not normal, I think. I saw him when he bent down under the desk to see the modem under the CPU. If only my computer was new.
I didn't realize I was excited and my heart was beating strongly. It must have been a combination of everything. Conversations with my friends, the bad sex from last night, that girl's sounds and the thoughts I couldn't get out of my head all these weeks.
Ready aunt I think it's over.
See if it goes online son, I'll sit down in the chair and wait.
— Grandma should already be here. I was going out or why so dressed up grandma?
— haha you say son I always work like this
If I've seen her these days she dresses differently, don't tell me she has a boyfriend over there haha
One gets ready for oneself, not for men
— Ah ah aunt was a joke I know —I felt a little aggressive.
But if... I had fixed myself differently it was a mess that I had there rumpled
— It looks good on you, aunt. Look there and click it, if your internet is this one. I think it was only misconfigured but I've already restarted everything and changed the name for you.
Oh well, I can finally get in son, thank you very much. Now I have to hurry up and do the INE procedure. Hey do you want a coffee?
If aunt is fine
We were chatting about many trivial and fun things. Note that Marco was secure, charismatic, and had intelligent humor; we also talked about life and I could notice he had good judgment. But then things changed to a strange level that excited me but scared me.
And how's it going with Aunt Oscar? The good life with him gets up super late I wish I could be him haha
Ha ha he's a slacker, but good that he also works in the afternoons.
I didn't know that, I couldn't work at night because it makes me lose sleep
What do you say if I undress?
Why does she say that? - I felt like I had fallen into a trap or I had declared myself alone
— Oh well don't go to sleep yet haha — I laughed nervously
— good aunt some friends with whom I go out —I felt disappointed
Do you have many?
They weren't just an occasion once. I didn't know it was being heard aunt haha sorry
If something —I was nervous
I've never listened to them haha
What are you saying son! I don't shout like that -- I regretted saying it but it slipped out
They may not have made her scream
— Enough! We must stop now.
I didn't want to offend her aunt, I thought we were joking
— It's fine don't worry about it. Thanks for the internet thing.
It's fine auntie, rest we'll see each other
That night I spent thinking about everything. I wasn't being myself. I could only conclude that I was hot and poorly attended, despite how it sounds. And that I hadn't really enjoyed my sexuality, despite already having had signs that men weren't indifferent to me.
My fingers were rubbing against my pajamas; caressing my pussy, pressing the lips. I put my hand in my panties and felt the moisture escaping, my fingers filled with viscosity and rubbing against my lips, it seemed like they were kissing. I couldn't help but touch my button and with the tips of my fingers going from side to side, pressing, making figures. With their own will two of my fingers slid without resistance, inside me moving deliciously, my hip pushed asking for a man, but the fingers played inside, touching, rubbing, entering and leaving each time faster and returning to my lips with more juices than before. My hips pushed hard against the rose of my fingers on my clitoris. My other hand took part crying out another pair of fingers, entering and leaving and the other hand caressed my hungry clitoris. My foolish hip like resisting and asking for a bigger piece, my foolish hand entering and leaving until I came.
My heart was pounding hard wanting to escape and with fright I realized I had wet the sheets. I had never jerked off like that or gotten it out before. But I was sweating, racing, excited, hungry.
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I'll leave some other stories
- I pregnant and my husband's friend (photos)- The teacher and many things more that is (photos)
- I ate a black man at a tournament (photos)
- I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part I
- My obligation with the young black man
- My nephew and I, the aunt with big breasts
The next day I woke up and saw my nephew leaving. He's actually a political nephew, grandson of my father's sister. I know it's complicated. I already said hello as we were almost leaving at the same time and I greeted him but was still annoyed, hadn't slept well.
I was the remnants of my slutty that created. I arrived home and started crying, my sister consoled me a little bit. From that day on, I felt lonely. Neither my sister nor I had gotten married. However, we already had children but our partners didn't live with us. How strange these days (sarcasm).
I started going out with my sister on a trip to distract us, she was equally sad because the married woman felt lonely. The truth is that it worked for us because we got closer a bit. We were never so united despite having lived all our lives here.
We were at the beach during those vacations. The truth is that it felt very good to both of us. Although also, at least I, realized my body was no longer the same. Oscar, the man I was seeing and sometimes sleeping with, wasn't really great in all honesty. He's actually quite passive and a bit cold in bed. But having someone by my side at my age is like winning something. Or so I think. Look at my body, my hips are a bit large already, they have some stretch marks and cellulite, I'm not perfect. Although if my butt is anything to go by, it's quite curvy. I have a bit of belly fat and I'm short. My breasts are small, I'd say the size but honestly, who knows, they're about the same size as normal oranges.
We were at the pool, both of us wearing shorts and swimsuits with a low-cut bikini. Very ladylike? That's what we are. We got into the sea an hour later and, as expected, we came out wet. There we found a couple of guys. The guy was staring at me, his entire swimsuit was stuck to my body. I looked at him with lust and saw that he had all his cock marked on his bathing suit. I got excited and took the towel to go wash up. I felt strange.
At dinner I decided to put on a dress. I didn't feel entirely comfortable since my legs aren't what they used to be. But I couldn't always be worrying about what others would say, so I wore it. We went out to dinner and amiably chatted with my sister about our lives. Both of us agreed that in love we hadn't had luck but we had our children; she has a daughter and I have a son, none of whom lived with us anymore. We shared some experiences and I felt more at ease. A couple of gentlemen, slightly younger by five years, took us out to dance. They didn't dance as well but it was fun. The one who danced with me flirted a bit and felt good knowing he was desired.
When I got to the room, I couldn't almost sleep. I had realized that despite my body not being perfect or sexy, nor do I consider myself. Yet I still attracted several men. Or is it that men are so hot they throw themselves at anything with ass? It could be but I was retaining gazes and that was enough for me. The idea stayed in my mind.
Maybe it seems a bit excessive to you but I grew up in a somewhat reserved and concerned family about others' expectations. Without much affection, my father died when I was young and my mother was strict. At the end of all that burden we ended up without a family as such and it cost me many years to accept.
When we returned from vacation, the truth is I felt fine and it cost me to give up that sadness at home. But I tried to get over it and lead my life as normally as possible. At the entrance of the building, I ran into my nephew Marco. We greeted each other and helped each other carry our suitcases. We chatted a bit, laughed. I remembered that my computer (it was both of ours) wasn't working and told him if he could check it out later, he said yes and we exchanged numbers. We didn't have our numbers and since we lived so close!
At work, I dressed a bit more than usual. Midis, skirt and white blouse with a jacket. My hips stood out and my breasts, although already somewhat sagging, were held in place by the bra haha. I noticed the gazes of the students and some of my colleagues. I work at a school as an administrator. My colleagues told me that I looked good, that it had been a while since I dressed up. This made me feel a bit more confident and I returned the compliment. We went out to eat and we had a great time, honestly. We talked a lot about men, something we hadn't done before. For example, I didn't know that Clara, already a married woman at 45, watched porn and fantasized about anal sex. She said she didn't have confidence with her husband. Sara told us that she liked being treated badly, being called names, and if her husband was like that too. I told her it didn't seem like her husband was one of those men. We all laughed. I confessed to them that I would like to be treated savagely in bed. Once I had a younger boyfriend who treated me rough in bed. Since then, no one else has been.
I must confess that I had not presented Oscar at work meetings. He always showed up poorly dressed and his attitude is that of a rather calm and passive man. Although it does make me laugh a lot. Please, men, dress well, make your wives laugh, and ask what they like most. Don't let them get hornswoggled.
On that night we went up to the room. I didn't tell them. We have a service-like room that we use as a visiting room. That's where I usually sleep when Oscar comes to stay and my sister stays in the apartment. They already know about privacy. That's why I heard my nephew having sex because the rooms are next to each other. When I arrived at night, we got very hot and had sex. But I left with desire unsatisfied, we only did missionary and side positions for a short time. I wanted more but he either didn't want it or couldn't. I masturbated and tried to get him hard but it was no longer possible. I didn't even have the desire to keep touching myself.
For the cherry on top of the night, my nephew was with someone. I was hearing moans but these were more like shrieks, from a shrill high-pitched voice. But that didn't stop me from getting excited and more so since I was already there. I was telling my nephew things like; give it to me harder if you're going to fill her up completely, come on if I want cock. I had never done it this way before and it surprised me a bit, but also I was very hot. I supported it for about twenty minutes like that. And Oscar snoring God.
The next day I didn't find them. I left early for work. I got out of the shower, got dressed and another day went by. All day I was thinking about talking to Oscar about our relationships. A thousand scenarios played in my mind.
When I arrived at night after work, I remembered I had to renew my INE (Mexican identification) and found out that my computer wasn't working with internet. I restarted the modem, all normal stuff and nothing. Then I sent a message to Marco. He responded in minutes and told me he'd be here in an hour from work. When I arrived, my sister was at the market for the week. There I got the thrill of my life. I saw him and remembered that night. I also looked at him, already a man, he seemed strong. I have to say I saw him grow practically, now he's 26 years old. And it's more but he has good buttocks and a package that's not normal, I think. I saw him when he bent down under the desk to see the modem under the CPU. If only my computer was new.
I didn't realize I was excited and my heart was beating strongly. It must have been a combination of everything. Conversations with my friends, the bad sex from last night, that girl's sounds and the thoughts I couldn't get out of my head all these weeks.
Ready aunt I think it's over.
See if it goes online son, I'll sit down in the chair and wait.
— Grandma should already be here. I was going out or why so dressed up grandma?
— haha you say son I always work like this
If I've seen her these days she dresses differently, don't tell me she has a boyfriend over there haha
One gets ready for oneself, not for men
— Ah ah aunt was a joke I know —I felt a little aggressive.
But if... I had fixed myself differently it was a mess that I had there rumpled
— It looks good on you, aunt. Look there and click it, if your internet is this one. I think it was only misconfigured but I've already restarted everything and changed the name for you.
Oh well, I can finally get in son, thank you very much. Now I have to hurry up and do the INE procedure. Hey do you want a coffee?
If aunt is fine
We were chatting about many trivial and fun things. Note that Marco was secure, charismatic, and had intelligent humor; we also talked about life and I could notice he had good judgment. But then things changed to a strange level that excited me but scared me.
And how's it going with Aunt Oscar? The good life with him gets up super late I wish I could be him haha
Ha ha he's a slacker, but good that he also works in the afternoons.
I didn't know that, I couldn't work at night because it makes me lose sleep
What do you say if I undress?
Why does she say that? - I felt like I had fallen into a trap or I had declared myself alone
— Oh well don't go to sleep yet haha — I laughed nervously
— good aunt some friends with whom I go out —I felt disappointed
Do you have many?
They weren't just an occasion once. I didn't know it was being heard aunt haha sorry
If something —I was nervous
I've never listened to them haha
What are you saying son! I don't shout like that -- I regretted saying it but it slipped out
They may not have made her scream
— Enough! We must stop now.
I didn't want to offend her aunt, I thought we were joking
— It's fine don't worry about it. Thanks for the internet thing.
It's fine auntie, rest we'll see each other
That night I spent thinking about everything. I wasn't being myself. I could only conclude that I was hot and poorly attended, despite how it sounds. And that I hadn't really enjoyed my sexuality, despite already having had signs that men weren't indifferent to me.
My fingers were rubbing against my pajamas; caressing my pussy, pressing the lips. I put my hand in my panties and felt the moisture escaping, my fingers filled with viscosity and rubbing against my lips, it seemed like they were kissing. I couldn't help but touch my button and with the tips of my fingers going from side to side, pressing, making figures. With their own will two of my fingers slid without resistance, inside me moving deliciously, my hip pushed asking for a man, but the fingers played inside, touching, rubbing, entering and leaving each time faster and returning to my lips with more juices than before. My hips pushed hard against the rose of my fingers on my clitoris. My other hand took part crying out another pair of fingers, entering and leaving and the other hand caressed my hungry clitoris. My foolish hip like resisting and asking for a bigger piece, my foolish hand entering and leaving until I came.
My heart was pounding hard wanting to escape and with fright I realized I had wet the sheets. I had never jerked off like that or gotten it out before. But I was sweating, racing, excited, hungry.
-------------------
I'll leave some other stories
- I pregnant and my husband's friend (photos)- The teacher and many things more that is (photos)
- I ate a black man at a tournament (photos)
- I'm being blackmailed because of my husband - Part I
- My obligation with the young black man
- My nephew and I, the aunt with big breasts
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