I grabbed my water and headed into the living room. That night, Ryan and mom went out on another date. They came home around 3:30ish. I pretended that...I was asleep like most previous nights. Both of them headed upstairs trying to keep their voices down. I listened intently. Minutes later, I heard the ever-so-common squeaking of my mom’s bed. I heard slight moaning. She tried to keep it down. I was curious; I wanted to see if he really left the door open. I haven’t seen them fucking in a while.. He then whirled her around, pressed her close to him and lifted her vest top up with one hand cupping and then mauling her right breast while diving his hands into her jean shorts with the other and awkwardly fingering her pussy. He continued like this kissing and licking her neck while groping her breasts and fingering her at the same time. I loved his boldness.I watched from across the kitchen, drinking my wine, gob smacked at his dexterity. I could see him whispering in her ear and then her. .ohh god it felt so good.I reached my hand up her skirt and felt a wet spot on her panties....I love thefeel of wetness. I pushed her panties aside and slowly slide a finger in her wetwarm pussy as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I felt her clit getting harderand her pussy wetter as I fingered her. My hand was dripping wet and my cockready to explode from the great blow job she was giving me. I reached for herhead and pulled her off my cock and said, I need to fuck you as I turned her sothat. A lot of times, I have masturbated imagining about her.But one day my fantasies got a tinge of reality. I finally made love with my Pooja aunty.It happened 2 years back when I was studying college final year. I was home for the summer vacation. One fine day, my mom was gone to a relative’s place for a gathering and I was left alone at home. My dad was at the office and would only be back by evening. All this meant, I had a complete day to savor. I downloaded a couple of porn videos and settled.