Aunt Marsha’s big tits

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Aunt Marsha’s big titsSo, I was on my bed reading, and studying for next week’s test. Mom called “Danny, are you ready to go?”“Yes Mom, be right there”I ran downstairs and helped Mom with the box of stuff she was bringing to her sister Marsha’s house. Mom threw me the keys to the car and said “You drive Danny, I have a splitting headache.”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour and a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty, but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt Martha hugged me, but she is short, I’m tall and so I got on my knees as a joke and Aunt Marsha hugged me tight and laughed loudly. My face was smack dab in the middle of her tits, my cock was swelling and I got up before both could see the bulge of my tumescent cock.Mom was behind me, shaking her head and if Aunt Marsha saw my engorged state, she never said a peep. So she directed us into the other room for our visit, but it was an action that nearly haunted me, and bahis firmaları was a frequent visitor to my masturbatory thoughts.Mom was asleep at the moment as we drove. When we got to Aunt Marsha’s home, Mom got out of the car and I carried the box of packages in to the house. We all hugged, but I did not kneel down this time. Mom was busy chatting with her sister but she would wince in pain every so often. Aunt Marsha asked about it and offered to give mom an Alka-Seltzer and go lie on her bed.Mom protested but Aunt Marsha insisted, and said, “Danny and I can keep ourselves busy while you fend off this headache Sis. Go take a nap.”So as mom went to lie down Aunt Marsha and I chit chatted about school, about whether or not I was going to go to college, how big I’ve grown and yada yada…a cacophony of subjects.I found my gaze continuously drifting to my Aunt’s big tits. She saw it too. Finally she said “OK Danny, obviously you have all the urges of a young man and you are fascinated with my tits, aren’t you?”I blushed and stammered but nothing came out of my mouth.“Can you keep a secret? Can you keep it for life? Can you Danny?” she asked“Of course, I would never tell your secrets” I said, wondering what kaçak iddaa was about to happen.“Your mom is asleep so here is the deal. I will lift my top and let out my tits, you can come close and look and even feel them. Then no more show.”My face turned red, a surge of blood to my cock, as she pulled up her top to her neck and pulled up on her bra and her tits fell to her stomach. My gawd, they were huge. I never dreamed her tits were that big.I got up and got closer and looked, her nipples pointed to the ground. I lifted one and it felt like 5-10 pounds of tit. Her milky white skin, laced with tiny blue veins, her pink areolas the size of a 50 cent piece and hard nipples about the size of a pencil’s eraser only a bit skinnier. They were hard and erect in my hand, I was assuming that Aunt Marsha loved her glorious tits being handled, and fondled, and ogled by her young nephew.“OK enough Danny” Aunt Marsha said and l then lifted each breast into the bra cups and pulled her blouse down. She looked a the bulge in my pants and reached into the end table and got a yellow photo envelope and pulled out a photo.“Danny I used to do some modeling. Here is a a few pics of my tits. Go to the bathroom and relieve yourself kaçak bahis of that “issue” and come back here. Keep the pics, but never let anyone see it because it has my face on it. Understand?” and she handed me the picI went to the bathroom and pulled out my hard 5 inch cock and beat it furiously as I gazed at the pic of Aunt Marsha’s big knockers. Soon my balls pulled up and three or four long ropes of cum shot into her sink. I used toilet paper to clean my cock and the sink, and adjusted my clothing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hand and dried them. I put Aunt Marsha’s pic, carefully in my wallet and went out to chat with Aunt Martha.“Are you OK? Did everything work out?” as she smiled.“Oh yeah!” I grinned. I knew then my stodgy old Aunt Marsha was more cool than I ever could have imagined. As we chatted, mom arose from her nap and said “Oh my, look at the time! I’m sorry Sis, I napped the visit away. But my head feels much better now.”“It’s OK, Sis. Danny and I have had fun getting to know each other, haven’t we Danny?”I nodded my head in agreement“Well Danny, I guess we better head back home.”We all stood up and hugged and Aunt Marsha squeezed my ass real quick before we left. My mind was in the clouds on the trip back home. As soon as I could get alone I pulled out Aunt Marsha’s photo and jerked off again. I still have the photo today as well as a digital copy on my computer. Here is my Aunt Marsha

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