Yet another one of my Aunt Derby parties comes to a close. I’ve cleaned up and it’s time to seek my prize another escapade with my Aunt Darby and her pantyhose
The house was silent, the last guest having stumbled out into the night, leaving behind a symphony of clinking glasses and empty bottle tom toms. I began the familiar ascent up the creaking staircase, each step groaning under my weight, a testament to the countless times I’d made this journey. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and leftover hors d’oeuvres, a stark contrast to the sweet, musky perfume that awaited me.
Aunt Darby’s room was a portal to another world, a chaotic embrace of passion and excess. Her body lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, a wine-stained sluttmage of dishevelment. Her shirt hung loose, one strap of her bra dangling off her arm, like a tired marionette. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing French-cut pantyhose clinging to her freshly shaved pussy like a second skin. Red high heels, their peep toes displaying her manicured feet, lay discarded beside the bed, their trails of pantyhose snaking like fairytale ribbons towards her.
Overturned pill bottles and an empty wine bottle lay scattered, as constant companions as her own reflection. I nudged her with my foot, earning nothing more than a low murmur and a twitch of her fingers. Overtime, I’d learned her routines, her limits. Shaking her would only stir her briefly, not worth the effort for the faded response.
I reached down, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her skirt. A shiver ran through me as I pulled it off, laying bare her pantyhose-covered body. The room filled with a charge, the air crackling with the promise of what was to come.
Undressing, I crawled onto the bed, my heart pounding in sync with the throbbing between my legs. I started at her hips, running my hands over the smooth fabric, feeling every curve. My fingers traced the inside of her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her pussy. I savored every inch of her body, committing it to memory, as I always did.
Reaching her calves, I ran my hands over her heels, tickling her toes peeking through the peep toes. I removed her heels one at a time, pressing my cock against the inside, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers. I brought her feet together, engulfing my cock in her pantyhose-covered soles. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up my spine.
She started to squirm, her toes curling and uncurling, her nails digging into my dick. The resistance only fueled me, pushing me closer to the edge. I squeezed her feet tighter, pistoning my hips back and forth. The pressure built, her toes digging in harder, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, I unloaded, rope after rope of semen drenching her feet and the bedsheets.
My eyes fell on a basket of clean clothes by the door. Grabbing a fresh pair of pantyhose, I slid it down one of Aunt Darby’s arms. With a gentle shake, I woke her enough to mumble incoherent words. Her hand closed around my cock, instinctively starting to jerk me off.
“Hey babe,” I whispered, “Keep going. I need to cum again.” She mumbled something unintelligible, but her hand kept moving, guided by my own. I played with her pussy through the pantyhose, listening to her gargled moans. When she started to slow down, I shook her again, urging her to continue.
Finally, with a last surge of energy, I felt my climax building. I clamped her hand down hard around my cock, feeling every pulse as I came inside the pantyhose head on her hand clutched around my cock. I came so much. and so hard that it was saturating through the pantyhose through her fingers all over the inside of her hand some pulses where so strong that some shot out and on to her face. I collapsed onto the bed, panting, trying to steady my racing heart.
After collecting myself, I cleaned up the scene. I wiped the cum off Aunt Darby’s face, slipped off her pantyhose, and buried them in her hamper. I covered her up, my hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before I slid my dick across her lips one last time and left.
I climbed into bed later that night, another pair of Aunt Darby’s pantyhose clutched in my hand jerking my dick. coming until sleep claimed me, I dreamt of the next time I would claim my prize, my aunt never knowing, never suspecting. Just the way I liked it. Just the way it had always been.
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