I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure
about what I
heard her say at first. And yes, she
repeated it. She
meant what I heard. She was even
motioning with
her protruded meat-filled mouth for me
to go ahead
fast! The itching seemed to be unusually
severe and
discomforting. She tried saying
something but the
meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She
could only
mutter some inaudible meaningless
sounds to which
I paid little attention.
“Get closer ma,” I managed to require,
doing my best
to keep my composure. If someone had
told me a
minute ago, that I would soon be in
such an awkward
position, I would have flatly argued the
possibility!
“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she
growled again.
It was hard to get a word from her but
I seemed to
understand her to mean I should hurry.
So I began
dipping my hand into her denim
trousers.
As I did, the same scary question that
had being in
my head all along popped up one more
time “what if
mom comes into the kitchen?”. That
was a big
question I wasn’t sure what answer it
could get. Mum
should be tremendously happy to link
this rather
curious situation of ours to all her long
existing
suspicions. The earlier I went about
this, the better, it
seemed.
Initially, it kept proving too tight to
maneuver but
when I remembered that the hook was
still intact, I
was quick to go for it.
Aunty Tope as we called her was (in
simple
explanation) mum’s closest friend. She
attended the
Teacher’s Training College with mom
back in the days
and both graduated to become basic
school teachers.
Although mom progressed further and
have grown
to become a lecturer in the University.
Tope didn’t
have exactly the same story. She joined
the business
society and soon became far richer
than mum. She
was never married though and thus
always had all
the time in the world to make long
visits to our home.
She usually stayed several weeks before
leaving and
we all grew up knowing her to be some
kind of
inexplicably ‘unrelated’ relative.
Unfortunately, as I got older I began to
notice her a
bit more. And this time, not just as
Aunty Tope but as
a very pretty woman who I was going
to be more
than glad to F**K. She was in her early
forties and
more than 18years older than me but I
never cared! I
always had long-lasting erections
thinking about her!
Many times I had poured my Pour just
at the thought
of holding her b-----s which were
actually the most
beautiful things in her body! Even
though I have
caught her starring at me a lot of times,
I still haven’t
really felt she was interested in going in
with me.
Probably because of the age difference
but I was
dying within me to see her change her
mind. Mum
noticed the crush and had to call me on
a certain
occasion for explanations during which
I starkly
denied ever having any interest.
Needless to say, her
monitoring increased and she rarely
ever allowed the
two of us in the same rooms for too
long. Her
constant reference to Aunty Tope as a
loose woman
was enough to drive home why she
would think
Aunty Tope could F**K me. I wasn’t
seeing the
likelihood myself. At least until this
moment!
Be…quichmmmw!!,,” auntie Tope
griped again into
my hearing. She could talk a little bit
more now and
her desperation was much more
obvious!
I didn’t reply, rather got on my knees
and carefully
unzipped her fly a bit – revealing part
of her yellow
cotton panty. My Joystick twitched that
instant!
It was just incomprehensible how I had
auntie Tope’s
panty right under my nose. I also kept
wondering
how she could be feeling such itching in
her left thigh
all of a sudden, as it were!
My Joystick twitched that instant!
We had been seating and chatting right
inside the
kitchen while downing a bowl of fried
meat mom had
prepared, when she suddenly jumped
down from the
countertop and frantically began to
gesture that she
needed me to scratch her thigh so bad!
Her hands
were oily and had meat in them while I
had been
eating with a fork – meaning she was
likely not going
to be able to do it herself. But even
when I attempted
to scratch her thigh through the denim
she was
putting on, she refused and instead
insisted that I
must have to deep my hand into her
jean trousers to
get it done. Anyways, I went ahead as
instructed, but
after dropping the denim’s zipper a bit
and attempted
dipping my hand again, it got stuck just
mid-way.
Incidentally, it was also curiously
cramped into the
area above her crotch! I froze! She was
really not
smooth shaven and the back of my
palm was
pleasantly basking in the cushion
created by the
stubs on her pubics!
“Come on Danny…!! “, she suddenly
burst out saying,
spraying chewed meat all over the
place! “this is
hurting me! It appears to be an ant
biting me! Please
stop this thing!” she had deposited her
mouth-full
right on the counter, the floor and of
course my head
and was now only able to talk audibly
now.
Considering that I had earlier thought
she was
suddenly yelling because of where my
hand was, I
was quickly relieved to see that she was
only
requiring me to intensify my efforts. So
I only just
cleared my head of the many crumbs of
chewed
meat and continued.
I tried forcing my hand further down
still even
without opening up the zipper really
much but kept
pushing and grazing my rear palm
against her
covered pubic hair instead! She
remained calm while
I did so although she did stamp her left
foot now and
again on the floor – probably because
of the agony
from her itchy thigh. When it appeared
I wouldn’t be
able to reach as deep as her thigh, I
brought my
other hand forward and simply
unzipped her fly all
the way down! Her panty covered
Kittycat and crotch
where now right before my eyes! I
could tell out the
many short turfs of pubic hair
concealed by the
cotton material as they imprinted
visible stubs on the
fabric. The manner with which the
bands of the panty
strapped onto the flesh of her
uppermost thighs as
well as her wide hips, were an e----c
beauty to
behold! Not to talk of the visible outline
of her
Kittycat lips as they gradually
disappeared into the
foot of the denim’s fly!
My Joystick wasn’t bearing it like the
rest of my body
anymore – it was already up and had
stretched
across the length of my thigh, seeking
to pop out of
the leg of my shorts as soon as it could!
“Just move your hands towards the
right…”, she
suddenly broke in, bringing me out of
my unexpected
reverie!
I instantly looked up to her face,
meeting her
desperate yet embarrassed eyes in the
course. But
then found my way back down;
although I didn’t fail
to observe how both her taut Tips
wickedly poked
through the material of her top! Her
B---m were just
alluringly heavy and they sat on her
chest like
oversized citruses!
Anyways, I returned to her trousers
again, and began
to gently shove my right palm across
her panty and
towards the left side of her pelvis after
pulling it
down a bit – all in a bid to ascertain if
the whole
drama is really been caused by an ant
as she
suspects.
As I did, my palm caressed her Unclad
lower belly
and even went as far as amply
massaging the area I
felt was the start of her Kittycat! She
fidgeted just
about then, lifting her left knee
slightly! I paused, but
after a few moments of non-motion, I
resumed. It
was rather paradoxical how my rather
slow approach
was now suddenly looking to be the
abrupt cure to
the burning itch.
Auntie Tope had become a little less
restless and she
appeared patient now as I eventually
had my palm
completely dipped, and rested onto her
lift thigh. The
tightness of the denim, meant I would
barely have
the room to clench the palm for a
scratch as it
remained buried inside the trouser.
“You are almost there, she started
abruptly…”motioning her oily left hand
towards her
g---n as though to signal that I was still
expected to
come up a little more. I went on to do
as she
expected. “Yes…just there baby! Wait…
wait…
wait..come right a little again”
I came right and was feeling the leg-
band of her
panty as it strapped into the skin of her
thigh! I could
also feel several strands of stubby hair
there as they
loosely brushed against my stretched
palm just as I
finally squared into the itchy spot. It
was more than
clear now that it wasn’t an ant or
anything of that
nature since I was barely feeling any
insect.
“Yea baby…” she instantly reaffirmed
“scratch that
spot please! It hurts really bad”
I then began to gradually scratch the
spot as she
requested, even though her taut denim
wouldn’t let
me curl my palm comfortably.
However, while still
doing so, my thumb incidentally kept
pressing into
the left fold of her peculiarly puffy
Kittycat lips! On
the 8th or so scratch, the thumb went
even further
accidently and grabbed an outer
Kittycat lip through
the fabric of the panty! Chilling halt
followed! I waited
to hear her shout or rebuke my
seeming naughtiness
but she didn’t do a thing. She didn’t
even speak, to my
utter surprise though. It was totally a
mistake and I
was looking to be careful to avoid it
repeating itself.
However though, my Joystick wasn’t
thinking so too
as I was epically having a hard time
containing the
huge phallus which was almost now
popping out
from the underside of my shorts! It had
grown so big
and was eager for attention! It was
more than
apparent that a popular side of me was
having
immense fun and gladness from the
scratch-task I
had in hand! Quite fortunately or
unfortunately, just
about when I thought I was through
with the
scratching, auntie Tope immediately
requested that I
moved up again!!
“Please Danny…just a little towards my
hip”, she said.
“It is a mild one” she was signaling
with her hand
again, directing me to her g---n.
“Okay ma”, was my reply. There was
joy in my heart…
and probably on my Joystick too!
Anyways, I began to lift my palm from
within her
denim but then, for a second time, I
had my finger
push into her Kittycat again! This time
around, it
wasn’t exactly my thumb, but my little
finger which
had taken a reflex bend as I slid my
hand out. And
then in the course got itself exactly on
the underside
of auntie Tope’s v---a! It was going to
probably slide
in if not for the panty! She instantly
jumped on
contact! But never spoke! She only
appeared to bend
herself to the back a bit, as though she
was running
away from a further probe! As she did,
my finger did
graze the crotch of her panty, where it
covered her
v---a and I effortlessly identified the
many folds that
formed her womanliness as they
maneuvered their
way to form what was definitely a
meaty Kittycat! I
could also swear to have noticed a tad
of dampness
about a certain spot on the panty’s
crotch! I couldn’t
really believe though, that I was
making auntie Tope
wet as she was making me hard! I still
only wanted to
leave it as mere suspicion anyways!