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Seeing What I Could See...Senior Sex! free porn video
Seeing What I could See...Senior Sex!
It's strange to realize that it's been 24 years since that fateful day that my “Auntie A” revealed herself to me. Her tall robust body had caught my fancy at a very young age and the want grew from there...big legs, large bust, wide hips, beautiful facial features...the older I got the more I wanted to see.
I think somewhere along the line she noticed my interest as I always watched her move, sat at family gatherings so I might catch a glimpse of her stocking tops , and even peaked around corners at her home while she dressed. That all culminated when she invited me into her bedroom when I was in my late teens. A carnal relationship started that day and lasted through my college years and on until my marriage. She found affection missing from her marriage and I reaped the benefits of sex with a beautiful mature woman in need. Our deal started in the mid '60's and it now the late '80's.
The relationship cooled down when she retired to tend to her ailing husband that was alcoholic and never could push his combat years out of his head. Also, I had met an married a beautiful BBW that had some of “A's” physical attributes. We had a couple “re-unions” so to speak when my Uncle was in the hospital. He finally passed on and I continued to look after “A” and her needs around her house by visiting her on a weekly or bi-weekly basis until my wife told I was to see her mid-week. I walked into her kitchen to find her at the table with a wedding invite in her hand. It seems a favorite great-niece on my uncle's side was marrying in a few weeks at a beach side ceremony. “A” told me she had it all worked out that I would be her date and driver for the weekend as it was some distance away. “Your wife already approved of my plan to stay overnight,” she explained.
“Sounds like fun, I guess,” I replied. “We will make it fun,” she retorted. With that she reached toward my crotch and gently started rubbing my dick with one hand and loosening my belt with the other. My shorts soon fell to the floor and my hardening member protruded from my boxers. She looked up to me with a gleam in her eye and said,”It's been awhile, hasn't it?” “Sure has,” I agreed. I then started to explore her chest area when she moved my hand away saying, “Don't touch me, only I can touch you.” “OK, I guess,” was my reply. Soon she started to run her tongue along my swelling manhood just as one would lick a Popsicle and all of a sudden she made most of it disappear into her mouth! While her mouth did it's magic he hand slowly fondled my nut sack, adding to the excitement.”I'll bet this doesn't happen much at home now that you've been married for nearly 10 years?” she queried. After a short hesitation I had to agree with her. “That's what I thought, but that's why I'm here for you,” she stated. Then she went back to the deed at hand and soon had my groin re-acting with an urge to explode. An explode I did...partially in her mouth and all over her face too. She laughed like she was many years younger and said,”boy, I sure can count on you to make a mess!” I was weak-kneed and had to sit while she cleaned us both up with her ever present damp towel I asked why she would not let me touch her and her reply was, “I want you to really look forward to our trip to the wedding.” Boy, I sure will now, I said to myself.
I spent the next couple weeks wondering about out re-kindled “affair” I guess it would be called. My fascination with mature women might as well extend to senior ones too, especially one as beautiful as “Auntie A”...to me the finest example of a plus-sized female. She was never what I would call fat, but being she was so tall and big-boned it tool a lot of flesh to cover her frame. All in all, I couldn't wait to see how her body had survived the aging process.
The day finally came when “A” and I would make our trek to the nearby coast for a wedding. She insisted on taking the new car she had purchased a few months ago. I threw in what we needed for an overnight stay and we set of for a 2 hr. drive. We both dressed for the event as it was reasonably close. She was radiant in an off white pantsuit with a powder blue blouse. I wondered to myself where she found a brassier that lifted and separated those 38-D's like she was in her twenties again. Early into our drive she placed her left hand on my leg and said,”We've had quite a fun time the last 20 plus years, huh? Were you scared when I invited you into my bedroom that morning?”
“I sure was,” I replied, “those legs, those breasts...I had only dreamed about seeing anything like that! Then to get to touch you was beyond my dreams, really.”
“Do recall getting the 'shakes' when you touched the hair between my legs?” she asked.
“I still do when I touch you there...well anywhere for that matter, you are so soft and inviting.”
“I'm so glad I still give you a little thrill.”
“I just wonder, did you ever show off for my brother and cousins?'
“Not anywhere close to what we've done, but one time I took the boys swimming in the irrigation ditch in the back of your Grandpa's farm. I let my swimming suit top come untied and showed off my boobs.”
“What did they do then when they saw them?”
They just laughed with wide open eyes and said mine were a lot bigger than their Mom's. Times were different
“ Then...everything changed by the time you got that age. But I'll tell you a secret about you and my breasts...When you were a baby I would watch you so your folks could go watch your much older brother play ball, Well, after I gave you your bottle I would let you suck on my breasts...you loved it even though they gave you nothing. Your little hands just rubbed and rubbed them too.”
“No wonder I'm so fond of them, you planted a seed at an early age for me.”
“Aren't you glad now,” she said. “Sure am,” I said.
“Oh, do you recall the time it started to rain just when you finished the lawn work and I had washing on the line? What was on the line?”
“Three pair of nylons, two garter belts and two bras.” “Do you remember what you said when you brought them in the house?” “Yes, I sure would like to see what goes in this.”
“I almost showed you right then, but you were still too young...I knew I had to wait until you were almost college age, but I didn't want to be too old too.
“I almost forgot...you had just got your first car, that Sunday morning mine had a dead battery and you gave me a ride to church. Remember what happened when you took me home?' she queried. “How could I forget,” I replied, “we barely got in the house when I brought you back, you raised your dress and I took you right there on the kitchen counter...an open bottom girdle with no panties was too much to resist!”
“I know, you came in about 10 strokes that time,” she remembered. “And,” I said, “I wasn't even late getting home for lunch that day!”
Recalling our “encounters” went on until we reached the wedding venue. It was on grass near the beach...a short ceremony...a buffet meal...some visiting and introductions. “A” visited with relations from her late husband's side and soon we were off to our room. A 2 room 2 bath suite, no less. I was instructed to shower while she rested, then she proceeded to freshen up.
By now the sun was setting and the room became darkened. I sat on the couch in the sitting room and waited. Soon she made her presence down the short hallway wearing a white bathrobe as was I, provided with the room. She looked beautiful in the dim light from the hallway, make-up intact and hair still unmussed. She strode up to me and stopped...opened her robe slightly and here I was confronted by twin towers of quivering cellulite! Those magnificent large aged legs, especially those thighs right at eye level. I felt she was encouraging me silently to touch them, just as I had dreamed of doing even at a young age. With one motion my hands wrapped around her right ankle and moved up. Her grand calves so large my fingers didn't touch together...so soft and comfy they were as I thought to myself I would most likely never again witness those once muscular calves in nylons and heels. Her large calves gave way to the knee area and then the inviting softness of the rippled, dimpled thigh. Her thigh flesh yielded to my fingers, tiny blue veins appeared here and there adding to the mystique...I reached the hip area and switched to he left leg, again the calf which I made moved to and fro witness to softening muscle beneath..up to her knee with its fully healed knee replacement scar marking a line over the front. Then my hands worked their way up that magnificent thigh that held up this 6 foot woman all these years. I thought back to the times I saw stocking tops with white flesh bulging over...what a show. I made it to her wide inviting hips where a hint of “saddlebags” appeared making watching her walk in heels in the past was a heart-stopper.
Now she released the robe's belt and revealed herself on all her senior glory. Standing up caused the robe to fall from her now rounded shoulders...once straight a broad, the shoulders succumbed to carrying the weight of those 38-D's all these years. Those awesome breasts lay unsupported all the way to her waistline. Below her waist, a substantial belly begged for kneading just like a mound of bread dough. Tucked under this belly was something new...a more prominent mound made visible by its increased size and thinning of her pubic thicket. She stood up straight for me to view and boy did I! I ran my hands over her many soft curves that brought her to say, “I am so glad you like this saggy old lady.” My reply was, “You are still a fine gift of womanhood, just your wrapping has gotten a little loose.”
With that comment she leaned down to kiss me and tossle my hair...her long breasts for the lack of another word...dangled before my eyes. I couldn't help but to reach out with my up turned palms and offer support and relieve the strain on her chest. I felt her nipples harden...I pinched them between my fingers adding to my and her thrill. I experienced her warm breath whistle past my ears upon which were words describing the nasty things she wanted me to do to her in the ensuing minutes of the evening. “You know your tongue soothes my ache and your hard dick scratches my itch between my legs!” a thought she had mentioned over the years. My hands were overflowing with breast flesh...they looked like a pair of socks with softballs within...gravity forced softness to fill the space of my outstretched fingers. I couldn't help but notice how youthful her skin appeared, protected from the sun all these years while some lines shown on her exposed face and neck. With the only light coming from a partly open bathroom door her pale skin seemed to glow with a “follow me” scenario.
She stood up and so did I...we embraced...she then ordered us to lie down on the open bed. All of a sudden it seemed her years were wiped away and everything seemed new...we were alone away from her home for the first time...and for only the second time at night. The kissing and tongue exchanges now ensued, grow more intense with every passing second. With one of my hands full of an ass cheek and the other full of breast she admonished me to “start easing her ache.” My lips left hers and proceeded down her chest between those marvelous tits floating on her upper arms spread in both directions. My mouth traced a trial to just below her waistline where her navel resided in an ever deepening cleft...my tongue explored it because it made her giggle...”That tickles,” she always noted, “you just like to play in all my cervices, don't you?” “I guess so,” I mumbled. I spread kisses all across her wide belly, my nose enjoying the subtle fragrance of her body wash. With much curiosity I moved down to the newly exposed pubic mound, much more prominent than in the past. My nose traced its circumference, her hair tickling it as I explored. I felt her legs draw up, a time honored signal that she was on the ready...my hands moved to the soft, rippled backs of her legs...I moved side to side to expose her willing slit with my mouth...I gently tugged at her slightly protruding lips moving them to each side also, exposing her pink inner secrets. My tongue moved up and down, going in further with each pass. She began to moan and whimper with pleasure surly encouraging me to make my tongue to dance even more briskly. Her familiar scent filled my nostrils and caused even more desire on my part along with the tickling of her pubic hair on my face.
I rolled my head left and right to feel the soft, velvet-like flesh of the backs of her thighs,,,an intoxicating sensation. With a quick movement my thumbs reached her opening and spread it even wider letting my tongue in ever further..a move to the top made contact with that magic nub of a clit that resided deep within. Contact with that tiny organ caused “A” to squeal and beg for more, and to release a veritable flood of feminine nectar. My face began to be nearly drenched with her vaginal secretion and I did not mind, it only made me slither my tongue around in her pussy that much more. I wanted to impart a feeling that his was for her, not necessarily my for me. In a short time she quickly asked, “You've surely eased my ache now, let me kiss you!”
Auntie “A” usually wanted to kiss “her Moisture” off my face after I was down on her. Anything to please her tonight...my mustache and goatee were nearly dripping with her juices. Her lips met mine and smothered me with kisses, all the while saying how I made her feel so young. She proceeded to suck and kiss my face all over while saying her ache had been soothed, but now it was time to scratch her itch. I felt the need for one more suck on her aroused nipples, taking as much of her tits into my mouth as possible. I let go and found myself supported on outstretched arms over her..,my hardened shank poised over her inviting love furrow. “Anytime now, I'm waiting,” she announced.
I struggled to see my tool's head disappear into her...it felt like the first time. Slowly I entered her to my full extant and stroked slowly causing her to say, “I won't break, go faster. Of course I obliged pumping more vigorously with each stroke. I watched as waves of flesh moved up her body making everything shake and bounce. Soon the age old slap of a man's groin on a woman's softness filled the room along with her moans, groans and occasional shriek. I tried mightily to avoid finishing too soon depriving her of satisfaction, after all it was now all about her. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander...How many times had we been intimate over the past 24 years? I came up with 30 to 40 times...quite regularly the first few years, then tapering off a lot the last 10 years or so. How many strokes had I made into her willing pussy? Hundreds for sure, maybe a thousand or more. Barely made it a dozen strokes the first few encounters, but I got better control as time went by. How much jizz had I pumped into her? A half-cup, maybe a lot more.
My body was now upright, my hands holding her legs as I watched in awe her still desirable large body moving beneath me. My curiosity about mature women/her satisfied long ago, and now my curiosity of a senior BBW came to satisfaction. I just marveled at her clear, pale skin, not as toned as in the past but the movement was so erotic. Even her fleshy upper arms were a turn-on. Those magnificent breasts wildly gyrated causing her erect long nipples on their small arreolas to bob like marker bouys on a storm tossed ocean. I desperately wanted this encounter to last for hours, but finally I felt my balls ready spew forth their bounty. She instinctively wrapped her long meaty legs around my back so I could support my body with my arms leaning forward over her. I began to tremble as my balls constricted sending wave after wave of jizz deep into her magnificent pussy. “That's what I've been waiting for,” she exclaimed, “just enjoy!” Enjoy I did after all this time I felt we had “made love” instead of just fucking.
I just about melted myself onto her body feeling her breath hot on my neck while I nuzzled close, my face on her chest. My dick weakly sent its last efforts into her, finally withering and removing itself from her. I mustered the energy to raise myself off her as she muttered, “It's been a long day with a great ending, hasn't it,” she stated. “It sure has,” I agreed. She turned to her side facing away from me and fell into a well deserved slumber. I remained snuggled up to her back, my arm over her hip so my hand could rub her soft belly. My spent dick found itself tucked into the deep cleavage of her wide, beautiful ass. She awakened slightly to say, “find a place you like there?” I answered, “sure did.”
I lay awake for a bit reliving the day and wondering how much longer we could enjoy each other's company. Who knows....
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