I love wearing all my lovely dresses and skirts but they are only an excuse to show my pretty feminine lingerie underneath as I strip off or to give a... “accidental” flash view up my skirt. Half of my wardrobe space is dresses, skirts and tops, much to the annoyance of my wife. But now if I want to get anything new, I have to get rid of something.I do sometimes pop into a charity shop and buy something, like this lovely skirt with a black lacy hem. It didn’t fit me very well so it had to go back. Fuck! The inside of her warm wet mouth on my dick felt so good, that blood started to rush to it, and I could feel myself get aroused and harder.After about a minute or two of her sucking on me, I was semi hard. I knew I wasn't ready to cum yet though. Then I had an idea."That feels really good mom," I said, "But I think I need more stimulation. You did...er...say that I could see your pussy didn't you?"Mom hadn't looked up at me as I said this, as she seemed to be engrossed in sucking my. I start to talk, my warm breath pulsing against your open pussy, but you don't know what I am saying as you finally pull my face against you and grind your hips up and down against my face and nose.It catches you by surprise when I capture your tenderest spot and suck hard in the middle of this, then your orgasm begins. Your mouth and hands are showing me what you need and I am rewarded with a gush of woman juice, which I lap up greedily. Right now we could have an audience and not even know it. Following our passionate exertions Aunt Joan and I soon drifted off into blissful slumber. In the middle of the night I was woken by the sound of the loo flushing. Aunt Joan’s space in the bed was empty. I rolled over facing her side and from under the bed sheets there was that wonderful aroma again. It was a heady cocktail of Aunt Joan’s inexpensive cologne, the slightly sweet smell of our perspiration and … unmistakably … sex. It immediately aroused me. I heard the taps running and the feint.