My train of thought was interrupted, when he suggested I liked to be stroked, and I must confess I was enjoying the inching-up of my back and inner th...gh caressing, he was doing it softly and slowly and what's more, his fingertips were toying with the tops of my stockings and warm nude flesh, inches from the start of the curve of my buttocks, where I thought he was aiming for.I had rested both my hands on the dining table, having stopped pouring his drink. My head hung slightly and my legs were. Every time I saw her, I wanted to spank her right away but I always controlled.I was always shy around girls and therefore in this case also, I always hesitated to talk freely with my aunt.On one weekend, my parents had to go to a wedding so I had to go alone to my aunt’s house. At this point only, I made the decision that it was the perfect opportunity and I will surely need to push my limits to overcome my shy behavior.I reached her house in the afternoon and she opened the door. I couldn’t. She found the taste of the matriarch’s cunt much preferable to that of her feet , which was a good thing as the copious amounts of fluid coming from the cunt and either being licked up or spreading across her face. As always she noted the lack of piercings in her matriarch’s cunt a sign of her power and lack of need to please others, For now she took care to avoid the prominent clitoris trying to avoid causing a climax and being careful not to penetrate too deeply with her tongue or apply to. I wanted to shove my fingers in hard, like I’d seen sluts on the web enjoy so much, but Mom’s instruction to remember it was her I was touching held me back. She must know how limited my experience was, and with that simple guidance, imbued me with a basic but acceptable skill. Gentle does it.I worked my fingertip inside Mom’s slit very slowly, a little bit at a time, always drawing out after a brief insertion to rub around the outside of her slit and even in broader circles around the edge of.