Twin Sister Delights Chapter 2 Popping the Twins Cherries
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Another story in the arc of a young man in the late 1960's involved with his middle-aged widowed Aunt, a twin to his Mom.
When I stepped into her house through the back door , I was told to go sit in the platform rocker in the living room. I complied and soon Auntie “T” walked out wearing a very short nightgown, sheer almost translucent panties and heels. “I don't have any sexy clothes to show off in for you , so this will have to do,” she said.
“Oh, you know you don't need to dress sexy, I think you are sexy and beautiful just naturally,” I replied. Actually I had dreamed of a moment like this for for years since I discovered that girls/women were something to behold. The fact “T” had old skimpy clothes on just added to the mature farm wife mystique...She played right into my long-time wish by moving in to stand right at my side , inviting me to “look and touch all you desire,” she said. I couldn't help but rub her nicely shaped calves and her full soft thighs...she turned so I could feel also her slightly sagging butt cheeks and admire the dimpled cellulite thereon. By now she had turned all the way around with my hand inside the short nightgown now rubbing her belly contained in her panties...a short move up let me feel her nipples and squeeze the soft modest breasts hidden from view. Her short stature made it easy to feel her from her feet to her chest while remaining seated.
“You haven't forgotten what you are to do today, did you?” she asked.
“Oh, how could I forget, I've been looking forward to licking you between your legs for some time now!” I said.
“I've been looking forward too, let's go down the hall to my room,” she offered. She stopped beside her open bed and turned to hug and kiss me. A feat barely possible even in her high heels. We exchanged passionate kisses for awhile. My hands worked under the short gown and moved it over her shoulders an head, exposing her curvy mature body. I thought to myself that middle-aged women must put on a layer of softness that adds to their allure to younger men...it makes their body shake and jiggle just that much more attracting attention to compete with younger more toned women! I couldn't help but ask as to why she wore panties as they would not be on long. “Well,” she answered, “I now know how you like to play in my hair down there when the panties have flattened my patch.” Of course, it is fun to “rustle” back the curls of here neatly bordered triangle of black growth.
She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and invited me to disrobe...causing us to fall onto the open bed locked in embrace of both arms and mouths. “Kiss me all over please,” she ordered. “Sure thing,” I replied. Her soft neck beckoned me next, then her soft shoulders and upper arms, then moved to suck gently on her nipples until each hardened in my mouth as she moaned with implied approval. I moved lower on her short torso now encountering the elastic of her panties...they were pale blue, her favorite color, and I could see the bold outline of her triangle of hair. I gently tugged the garment down over the nicely broad hips and motherly belly, finally removing them altogether off her legs. My kissing continued around her navel and round, sexy belly while my hands explored the very thighs I had admired since my early youth. I tried to memorize every ripple and dimple thereon. My face moved back up her body to re-encounter her mouth while my one hand began to bring her lovely pubic hair back to its curly glory, now resembling a Brillo pad of sorts!
After a short session of tongue-wrestling, I was ordered to resume action below her waist. What little sunlight that peaked around the drawn shades on this late fall afternoon, she looked so inviting lying there for me. I scooted lower on the bed and dipped my head to let my nose encounter that black patch of hair...I felt the firm presence of her pubic mound while discovering something new...that little patch also harbored several scents...her bath soap, the subtle fragrance of the sachet in her pantie drawer and of course a lingering muskiness of the treasure below.
Now she had drawn her legs back some making it easy for me to explore her divine slit with my outstretched tongue. I entered a place so new to me from this position I didn't dare pinch myself for fear I would awaken from an erotic dream. My hands moved up the back of her thighs now drawn so taut that the dimples and ripples of cellulite even vanished as did the wrinkles in the soft flesh at the tops of her thighs were they meet her behind. Wow, what a view! As her legs spread, my tongue enjoyed free reign to explore her now visible pinkness! She started to moan and even beg for more when I decided to throw caution to the wind and explore the upper reaches of her pussy. I let my tongue gently search for that elusive little piece of her meat that was to drive women over the edge...finally I felt it and let my tongue surround it as she started to squirm and nearly convulse!
“Du fann det, du fann det!!” she exclaimed in Swedish, “min klituris!” (You found it! My clitoris) I had succeeded in finding the switch that really turned her on. “ Ohhhh that feels so good after all this time,” she exclaimed, save some for next time please!” Just a few short years ago I wasn't aware of what resided where a woman's legs met, I thought to myself, today I not only see it but feel it, taste it, and smell it! How lucky can a young man be? I now used my thumbs to open her wider and enjoyed her release of fluids soaking her vagina! I brought my now soaked face close to hers...she smiled and her eyes twinkled as she said, “It is time for you to stick your dick in min fitta!” Swedish for pussy, I guess) As I prepared to position myself to fuck her my mind took pride in the fact that I helped transport her back in time to her early sexual experiences.
I raised myself away from her face and spread my knees, preparing to guide my swollen dick into her waiting pussy...I watched as my dick's knob disappeared into her awaiting pinkness, causing her to comment,”I sure like that thing going inside me!” “I sure like it too,” I agreed as my strokes became more vigorous. Again in Swedish she exclaimed, “Ah herregud att saken ar hard!” (OMG that thing is hard) “Well you know, I get hard because you are so soft and sexy!” I said.
Her body moved so erotically beneath me...tits bouncing, tummy in waves, legs trying to wrap around me, voice trembling with delight, all causing me to feel a great release was near. I warned her I was near climax...”Oh, let it go all over inside me please,” she pleaded. My hardened pipe began to flow my sperm laden jizz into her baby field, now rendered infertile due to the passage of time. (One great reason to have a middle-aged lover) I continued to stroke in and out until no more squirted out of me. I lay on top of her, supporting myself on my forearms and pressed my face against her neck. She panted with exhaustion, her warm exhales passing my ears...she tried to express her delight but the words wouldn't quite come out. Finally she communicated, “ I'm so satisfied and used up...you have caught on quickly... to, ummm, making love!”
“I try,” I replied. Then I rolled over on my back, I too was spent. She then followed by laying her head on my right shoulder, her modest breasts squeezed tightly against me...my outstretched arm rubbed her back and with my long arm I could easily reach her bare, soft butt cheeks. My hand felt the soft, yielding flesh and squeezed handful after handful, even the ultra-soft bottom edge where the flesh hangs somewhat past the tops of her thighs...oh, the supple, tantalizing treasure of her behind! I then ventured with my middle finger into the tight cleavage of her ass crack that separated the two attractive hemispheres, My finger explored deeply into uncharted territory finally reaching my goal...her forbidden, never mentioned tight little rosebud of her anus. “Did you find something you might not be supposed to touch?” she quickly. I countered, “maybe I found something that needs to be touched.” Auntie replied, “we shall see about that later.”
Our common exhaustion caught up with the two of us and we fell into a post-encounter slumber. I awoke before her, covered us with a sheet and I lay there just thinking about how this all came to being, a relationship so convenient and so discreet, our needs on two levels being met, separated by a generation but joined by a common curiosity....with more discovery to come...
When I stepped into her house through the back door , I was told to go sit in the platform rocker in the living room. I complied and soon Auntie “T” walked out wearing a very short nightgown, sheer almost translucent panties and heels. “I don't have any sexy clothes to show off in for you , so this will have to do,” she said.
“Oh, you know you don't need to dress sexy, I think you are sexy and beautiful just naturally,” I replied. Actually I had dreamed of a moment like this for for years since I discovered that girls/women were something to behold. The fact “T” had old skimpy clothes on just added to the mature farm wife mystique...She played right into my long-time wish by moving in to stand right at my side , inviting me to “look and touch all you desire,” she said. I couldn't help but rub her nicely shaped calves and her full soft thighs...she turned so I could feel also her slightly sagging butt cheeks and admire the dimpled cellulite thereon. By now she had turned all the way around with my hand inside the short nightgown now rubbing her belly contained in her panties...a short move up let me feel her nipples and squeeze the soft modest breasts hidden from view. Her short stature made it easy to feel her from her feet to her chest while remaining seated.
“You haven't forgotten what you are to do today, did you?” she asked.
“Oh, how could I forget, I've been looking forward to licking you between your legs for some time now!” I said.
“I've been looking forward too, let's go down the hall to my room,” she offered. She stopped beside her open bed and turned to hug and kiss me. A feat barely possible even in her high heels. We exchanged passionate kisses for awhile. My hands worked under the short gown and moved it over her shoulders an head, exposing her curvy mature body. I thought to myself that middle-aged women must put on a layer of softness that adds to their allure to younger men...it makes their body shake and jiggle just that much more attracting attention to compete with younger more toned women! I couldn't help but ask as to why she wore panties as they would not be on long. “Well,” she answered, “I now know how you like to play in my hair down there when the panties have flattened my patch.” Of course, it is fun to “rustle” back the curls of here neatly bordered triangle of black growth.
She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and invited me to disrobe...causing us to fall onto the open bed locked in embrace of both arms and mouths. “Kiss me all over please,” she ordered. “Sure thing,” I replied. Her soft neck beckoned me next, then her soft shoulders and upper arms, then moved to suck gently on her nipples until each hardened in my mouth as she moaned with implied approval. I moved lower on her short torso now encountering the elastic of her panties...they were pale blue, her favorite color, and I could see the bold outline of her triangle of hair. I gently tugged the garment down over the nicely broad hips and motherly belly, finally removing them altogether off her legs. My kissing continued around her navel and round, sexy belly while my hands explored the very thighs I had admired since my early youth. I tried to memorize every ripple and dimple thereon. My face moved back up her body to re-encounter her mouth while my one hand began to bring her lovely pubic hair back to its curly glory, now resembling a Brillo pad of sorts!
After a short session of tongue-wrestling, I was ordered to resume action below her waist. What little sunlight that peaked around the drawn shades on this late fall afternoon, she looked so inviting lying there for me. I scooted lower on the bed and dipped my head to let my nose encounter that black patch of hair...I felt the firm presence of her pubic mound while discovering something new...that little patch also harbored several scents...her bath soap, the subtle fragrance of the sachet in her pantie drawer and of course a lingering muskiness of the treasure below.
Now she had drawn her legs back some making it easy for me to explore her divine slit with my outstretched tongue. I entered a place so new to me from this position I didn't dare pinch myself for fear I would awaken from an erotic dream. My hands moved up the back of her thighs now drawn so taut that the dimples and ripples of cellulite even vanished as did the wrinkles in the soft flesh at the tops of her thighs were they meet her behind. Wow, what a view! As her legs spread, my tongue enjoyed free reign to explore her now visible pinkness! She started to moan and even beg for more when I decided to throw caution to the wind and explore the upper reaches of her pussy. I let my tongue gently search for that elusive little piece of her meat that was to drive women over the edge...finally I felt it and let my tongue surround it as she started to squirm and nearly convulse!
“Du fann det, du fann det!!” she exclaimed in Swedish, “min klituris!” (You found it! My clitoris) I had succeeded in finding the switch that really turned her on. “ Ohhhh that feels so good after all this time,” she exclaimed, save some for next time please!” Just a few short years ago I wasn't aware of what resided where a woman's legs met, I thought to myself, today I not only see it but feel it, taste it, and smell it! How lucky can a young man be? I now used my thumbs to open her wider and enjoyed her release of fluids soaking her vagina! I brought my now soaked face close to hers...she smiled and her eyes twinkled as she said, “It is time for you to stick your dick in min fitta!” Swedish for pussy, I guess) As I prepared to position myself to fuck her my mind took pride in the fact that I helped transport her back in time to her early sexual experiences.
I raised myself away from her face and spread my knees, preparing to guide my swollen dick into her waiting pussy...I watched as my dick's knob disappeared into her awaiting pinkness, causing her to comment,”I sure like that thing going inside me!” “I sure like it too,” I agreed as my strokes became more vigorous. Again in Swedish she exclaimed, “Ah herregud att saken ar hard!” (OMG that thing is hard) “Well you know, I get hard because you are so soft and sexy!” I said.
Her body moved so erotically beneath me...tits bouncing, tummy in waves, legs trying to wrap around me, voice trembling with delight, all causing me to feel a great release was near. I warned her I was near climax...”Oh, let it go all over inside me please,” she pleaded. My hardened pipe began to flow my sperm laden jizz into her baby field, now rendered infertile due to the passage of time. (One great reason to have a middle-aged lover) I continued to stroke in and out until no more squirted out of me. I lay on top of her, supporting myself on my forearms and pressed my face against her neck. She panted with exhaustion, her warm exhales passing my ears...she tried to express her delight but the words wouldn't quite come out. Finally she communicated, “ I'm so satisfied and used up...you have caught on quickly... to, ummm, making love!”
“I try,” I replied. Then I rolled over on my back, I too was spent. She then followed by laying her head on my right shoulder, her modest breasts squeezed tightly against me...my outstretched arm rubbed her back and with my long arm I could easily reach her bare, soft butt cheeks. My hand felt the soft, yielding flesh and squeezed handful after handful, even the ultra-soft bottom edge where the flesh hangs somewhat past the tops of her thighs...oh, the supple, tantalizing treasure of her behind! I then ventured with my middle finger into the tight cleavage of her ass crack that separated the two attractive hemispheres, My finger explored deeply into uncharted territory finally reaching my goal...her forbidden, never mentioned tight little rosebud of her anus. “Did you find something you might not be supposed to touch?” she quickly. I countered, “maybe I found something that needs to be touched.” Auntie replied, “we shall see about that later.”
Our common exhaustion caught up with the two of us and we fell into a post-encounter slumber. I awoke before her, covered us with a sheet and I lay there just thinking about how this all came to being, a relationship so convenient and so discreet, our needs on two levels being met, separated by a generation but joined by a common curiosity....with more discovery to come...
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