“Take me to bed,” I told him. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me.” Hearing him swear under his breath, he pulled his fi...gers out of me and braced a hand under my ass as he stood up. Holding me to his chest with my legs wrapped tight around his hips, he strode to the bed and dropped us into the bed. Pushing us back further on the bed, his weight on top of me, he pushed my hands above my head and held them there as he plundered my mouth again. Pushing his hips right into. ‘Don’t you mean no holes barred Aunt Rose’? ‘Ha ha’! She laughed loud and reached over to hug me. It was almost surreal, we’d only met a few hours ago and here we were naked, wrapped in each other’s arms, having just brought each other to shuddering climaxes and talking openly and sharing intimate thoughts. It underlined what I’ve always believed that age is no barrier between the sexes; it’s about compatibility, empathy and mutual attraction. I’d had a thing for older women since my teens and. It was soaking wet, and sticky. Her moisture had actually leaked through and I could feel the wetness stick to my fingers. I placed my wet fingers at her mouth and said, “Open.”She did, and I slid my fingers into her mouth and she licked her juices off. I then pulled them out of her mouth and said, “Swetha, your pussy is soaking wet and you know that you want a nice, long, hard, thick cock to fill it up for you.”I then took her right hand and slid it between us towards my cock which was now. But then the bitter thought ran through her mind--would her mother really care what she was doing? She never seemed to pay any attention to her any more. It was just those awful men she had taken up with and that damned liquor. Patty felt a twinge of guilt shoot through her for harboring these unkind thoughts about tier mother, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Oh, sure, she understood how hard it must have been on the older woman since Dad died. A tear trickled down her cheek as the memory.