More of a reminisence than the usaul sex stories
Please don’t expect one of those crude stories which in all honestly I have posted myself at times
This is a story remebering my Aunty Mo
Aunty Mo was my Dads older sister in a loving way Dad descibed her as “nutty as a fruit cake” or as “queer as a basket full of monkeys” So as you can see she was different.
She lectured on Classics at the University and tend to concentrate on the works of Sapho
As far as Iknow she had never cut haer hair having it braided or brushed in tresses, her clotes were always “flowing” and it was later that i discovered she only wore panties on the occssios of what she called “womens sufference”
When she first invited her to her bed I questioned the age difference and she said read Socrates my child why should men hve all the fun
Aunty Mos philosophy towards lesbianism was as all her thoughts were different as we lay naked together she would espose her theories
‘when you see a lesbian couple why does one dress like a man?” she woul ask
“Why do vibrators, strapons etc sell in there millions”
“aren’t they substituting a mans penis?”
and then we would make love
Aunty Mo’s could take half an hour beginning with my eyes, my lips, my nipples, my navel then a long pause before kissing my cropped mons before loving my labia teasing my vagina until finding my cliterous bringing me to my climax. But it wasn’t like other couples neither was in control the next time, would be my turn.other times we would lie side by side talking fondling that in itself could bring on a gentle climax.
Aunty Mos has gone now I lay alone thinking of her ‘cos Dad was right in a wonderful way she was “as nutty as a fruit cake” god bless her
👄This will be the best oral sex you have ever experienced.👅