Mi hermanito me ayuda con mamá - P8

That sentence freezes me. I still couldn't digest the possibility that Mom's dress had torn, but immediately my mind forgot it and I was only focused on the lace covering Jessica's thighs.

Almost by inertia I removed my fingers from that tiny space between the skirt and the lycra, and almost by instinct I wanted to take several steps back ignoring the very limited space that was there, which immediately made me trip over the bed base and sit down with force.

Jessica didn't move, I think her concern for the dress made her ignore she wasn't alone in the room. She turned a little, slowly put her fingers into the space between the highest part of her lace on both sides of her hips, lightly stretched them towards the outside and started to sway her left and right buttocks slowly as if dilating time, while her hands accompanied the rhythm pushing the two garments down.

The show was impressive, the morning sun's light irradiated her back, and slowly began to illuminate her pale skin on her buttocks; medium thighs compared to mom's, but clearly defined and firm from exercise. But without a doubt, what finished off adorning her beautiful curves was a black thong sports panty type, those that disappear between the buttocks, held by a white elastic with letters.

The scene was quite suggestive, watching her remove her clothes was something unique. I had been transported out of that room, ignoring the context completely, my eyes were focused on the neckline of her buttocks trying to find where that stupid piece of lucky fabric was hiding, while my penis was going crazy under my pants, struggling to escape.

The nudity had reached the birth of her buttocks, showing two masses of white, primordial and warm flesh, wrapped in an even thinner lace, but pressed by the pants and the extra skirt. It seemed that everything would stop there, but Jessica took the skirt by the sides and pushed it further down, forcing her to bend her legs, making her buttocks protrude much more.

In that position both thighs appeared larger, while with the light and proximity I could see how tiny little bumps reacted to movement, giving an appearance of silk to those delicious fleshiness. In a movement I didn't recognize, I managed to free the garment from her feet and hold it in my hands.

Ready. And it seems like nothing happened. – Said Jessica standing with her skirt in her hands.

- Is that okay? – Jessica repeated, waiting for a response.

- Yeah... It's pretty good. – I responded by inertia, looking at her hands.

- Yeah...? And what are you looking at? – She asked, turning her gaze back towards me.

- Ammm... This... Nothing... I'm not looking at anything. – I said quickly diverting my gaze.

- You're a thief! You take advantage of the slightest opportunity. – She reprimanded, turning her body and adopting a profile pose with her buttocks exposed.

- Sorry aunt, but I couldn't help but see you... You really stand out. – I said diverting my gaze with legitimate embarrassment.

Jessica seemed to be enjoying the accusation. Since her gaze was not inquisitive, on the contrary, it seemed to have a special shine, while her voice tone was firm and annoying, but had a hint of tenderness that played along with a grimace formed at the corner of her lip.

Her pose wasn't like it was helping. She stood up straight, leaning to one side and letting her buttocks be bathed in the sunlight without covering them, but in that position she could observe part of her abdomen and the rough fabric that covered her pubic area, barely disguised by her crossed arm.

- And do you like what you saw bandit? – Jessica asks with a hint of playfulness. - Yes... You have a nice body, and your clothes make you look... – I said stuttering. - Make me look how? Bad? – She inquired with a subtle concern. - No, on the contrary, you look very good, very young. – I replied

I didn't know how vain Jessica was, I only had knowledge of what many times I heard her talking to mom, but after those words I realized that indeed, her ego was too big, almost as big as her bust.

After my words, his mood soared. He placed his hands on his belt and started to swing his buttocks with a unique ease, as if he had bid farewell to all trace of inhibitions regarding what was happening.

My Xavi thanks you, I've always seen myself as young and the gym helps a lot. – She replied happily.

- You can tell, you even look like one of the fitness instructors. – I said making eye contact.

- Well yes, you know that's true. There are times when I share my routines with the girls, accompany them, and show them how to do it, I'm not egotistical about what I know. – She was saying while playing with the elastic of her thong.

- And yeah, that sports outfit looks pretty good on you. – I manifested doubling down.

- Yes, it's a beauty. Extremely comfortable. I've always wanted your mom to wear these, but she likes more threads, lace and elegant things before being comfortable, if you had seen her. – She inquired while sliding her fingers across her stomach.

- No way. I haven't seen Mom in underwear. – I replied.

- Really? Are you going to tell me you've never seen your mother in a wire and bra? – She said incredulously.

- No way.

That response triggered a small bout of madness from his side, as if that reality was hard for him to comprehend, he started talking about things that aren't worth mentioning because it would be lying, because I barely remember. However, that had given rise to everything becoming much more intense. The play with the rubber band had tightened his thong, to the point that that black cotton fragment had cinched your vagina, which showed off the subtle curves of its lips, the softness of its intimacy and a delicate groove on its pubic area, very small, shaped like the tip of my thumb.

I was absorbed, it was a quite erotic moment, to the point that my penis couldn't take it anymore with the erection. I had an urgent need to remove my pants and press my sex strongly, and thus try to repress the instinctive need to stab whatever with my hip.

The situation was getting more intense until fantasy broke when I started recognizing her voice that was seeking my attention with persistence:

Hello... Xavier! - Ahmm... What? - I'm telling you that if I, am the first woman to wear lingerie... – She asked with a hint of intrigue. - This... Yes... You're the first aunt. – I said while trying to make eye contact. - Ah yes? And what are you seeing? – Inquired while outlining her abdomen with her fingers. - Well... Your interior, your skin... It looks very smooth... - I said with serenity and excitement. - But if I haven't shown you that much skin. – Expressed with pleasure. - Can I see more? – I exclaimed without hiding my interest.

Jessica limited herself to smiling, her lips drew an expression that didn't resemble any of the ones I had seen since I remember: it was subtle, enchanting, quite lascivious. Her gaze was broad, overwhelming and hypnotic. A combination that intoxicated the senses.

With determination, she placed her hands on the waistband of the pantaloon that was rolled up at the base of her thigh, and slowly flexed her knees to slide it down her legs until her ankles, taking her time to undress, removed her lingerie and at the same time put them back on. Her hands ran along her long legs, outlining her sculpted muscles from exercise.

As she reached her waist, she again played with the elastic of her thong, tightening the cotton that marked the lips of her sex. Her hands continued to ascend until they found the zipper of her jacket; she lowered it to separate the parts and slowly pulled it off her shoulders, leaving her arms, neck, and neckline exposed, revealing the sports bra playing with her thong, and after this, her enormous contained breasts.

She undoes her jacket and puts it together with her bra on the headboard of the bed, showing her back equally toned, decorated by the elastic straps of that elastic bra. Immediately she turns around, placing her hands framing her navel while her biceps function as a shelf for her breasts.

Now then, I'm the first woman you've seen in underwear. - Said Jessie with a smile and serenity in her voice.

Will continue...

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