At Thanksgiving, my step-aunt’s advances were unsettling. Her seductive behavior was unwelcome.
559 area51 – Thanksgiving had Never Felt So Dirty step-sibling taboo, cheating aunts, kinky milfs
(For Adults Only) Argh, thank God it’s finally Thanksgiving!!! I’ve been chomping at the bit all month, longing for a taste of something juicy and scandalous that only this time of year could bring. And let me tell you, uncle’s little helper didn’t disappoint.
I sauntered into the kitchen that gorgeous Thursday morning, the scents of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie tickling my nostrils. My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of my step-aunt Agatha in nothing but a apple-red apron, her curvy figure and tan lines peeking out suggestively. She licked her lips as she sipped her whiskey sour and I knew right then and there that this was going to be one kinky Thanksgiving.
excited auntie Agatha was always a vixen, even in her mid-forties. She had those θερινές big rack that had my dick twitching at the mere sight of them. Her blonde curls bounced as she twirled a cheesy pasta fork between her fingers, the sapphire rings on her milf glasses sparkling in the morning sun. I tried not to gawk as she saucily bit into a green bean, but man, it was tough.
It wasn’t long before the wine started flowing, and laughter and good times filled the room. But beneath the surface, a steamy adulterous plot was brewing. Agatha and my uncle had always had a turbulent marriage, and over the years, rumors had swirled that the two had been cheating on each other. I never really believed the gossip, but as the night wore on, I saw a glance between the two that spoke volumes.
Suddenly, the room grew quiet as everyone returned to their seats. My step-aunt leaned over stealing a kiss from my uncle, and for a moment, I could barely breathe. My eyes popped out of my head as they greedily grazed each other’s lips. The blood rushed to my erection, and I knew that watching was going to be my only release for the night.
As they shared sexual whispers, I fingered my aching cock under the table, longing to experience even a tiny fraction of the sensual passion they shared. The electricity in the room was thick, the scent of their arousal fascinating me like a διαβόλο. I knew that if they failed to notice my raised knees and the obvious tent in my pants, I would technically be watching amateurs in the act of adultery. But man, it felt right.
As the night wore on, the situation grew more risky. My uncle grabbed Agatha’s hand and planted it on my thigh, ASSUAGING any concerns of their actions being discovered. My heart pounded as she traced her fingers over my inner thigh. The scent of her aroused adult self mingled with the aroma of the meal, giving the whole experience a seductive, intoxicating quality.
In the shadows, I masturbated furiously, not wanting to miss a single second of this mind-blowing scene. I closed my eyes and pictured myself taking Agatha’s place. My imagination ran excited, and as I reached my explosive orgasm, it was as if I had been a part of something truly taboo, something forbidden and exciting.
As the night wore on, I slipped away, the memory of that night’s event etched into my mind forever. A cheating wife, step-siblings, and a heated step-aunt had created a experience that left me with a taste for even more naughty ventures. Step aside, turkey, Thanksgiving had become my new favorite holiday.
