Me akele rehta hu meri shadi nhi hui hai abhi. To mere bagal wale room wali aunty aur uska pati rehte hai uski shadi ko 10 sal ho gye hai but koi baby...nhi hua baby hua b to bach nhi paye kher uska pati driver hai aur aksar ghar se bahar rehta hai.aunty b ikdam mast lagti hai uski age 32 k ass pass hogi patli si hai gand moti aur boobs chote hai 32 size hai. Par gori bht hai.To aatw hai kahani par bat last year ki ek din aunty se bat hui to mene bola bor ho rha hu tv b nhi hai mere pass to boli. ”As shocked as I was, I wasn’t about to refuse the alcohol. I’d sneaked a few sips at parties but had never been offered a glass by my mother. I took a swallow which caused my eyes to water, my throat to burn, mom watched then smiled at my reaction to the bourbon. “It takes a little getting used to, kind of like sex, the first time is nerve wracking but exciting. She cocked her head and smiled ever so slightly, “Have you had sex yet?” I felt my face burn red, it was a hot as my throat just. Then her other hand slid between my thighs and gently cupped my balls… causing me to groan again. My face was already flushed from the fever, and now it felt as if my entire body was glowing as mom continued to stroke me. At first, my mind told me she was just rubbing lotion on me. But now there was no doubt… mom was giving me a hand job!I didn’t know what to think. I was stunned, excited, confused and ecstatic… all at the same time. As sick as I was, I couldn’t remember ever feeling. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a touch Marie hadnt even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss. But the evening didnt go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment. Karl.