Hubby is passed out in the living room downstairs. The youngest is downstairs playing his game, the oldest is in his room and I am in my bedroom. I am...lying in bed with my garters still on. Do I want this? Do I want HIM? Does he want me? How wrong is this? My mind is going a mile a minute. My pussy is sopping wet. I NEED him. I want to be his. He’s wanted me. I know he knows about me and my relationships outside of my marriage. I know he watches me. I know he has seen my polaroid collection. I. She spread herself wide enough to accommodate my cock in her hole. I slowly entered my head into her pussy and stopped. I withdrew then again entered her only till my cock head rested inside her pussy. I repeated this a few times and clearly Aunt Sush was getting impatient and surprised me by pushing her pussy forward and completely enveloping my cock with it. Her tight, wet pussy was hot like hell. She was sucking my cock with her pussy muscles and I felt that I may cum right then.So, I told. By that time she is feeding her child in the drawing room. I went close to her & sit in the sofa. But my eyes is trying to found her breast in the covered saree.On that day she is wearing yellow color sari with green transparent blouse. The hooks of her Bra is shining from her back side. I am looking eagerly towards her. She kept my eyes looking at her breast. Then she said” Arun, What r u looking for?”Then I said “Aunty How Breast milk tastes?”Aunty: You must taste it in u’r childhood.Arun: I. I respected her mother but with male protective feeling for my mate as she knelt next to us bringing her face near mine and the tucked head of her daughter.Sue’s mom placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head while whispering to not be ashamed. I could feel her breath as she lips were near mine as she consoled her daughter. Her eyes looked into mine, and I did not see anger, but someone that cared and seemed to approve of our predicament.Soon Sue turned her head to look at her mom. One.