This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or offended by such material, it is advised that they don’t read any further.
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Snippets – 1, Watching Aunty

He watched her sleeping from the door. He traced the outline of her body under the blankets. The moonlight stole in through the semi-parted curtains, filling the room with a soft white glow. The boy’s eyes narrowed in on where her breasts would be, he watched their gently rise and fall. His penis was hard as a rock now and it hurt. He reached into his shorts and adjusted the organ to a more comfortable position.

His hand remained inside his shorts, slowly stroking his penis. It felt so good to move his palm back and forth over it. He moved closer to the bed, hesitantly. He could see her face now, it was turned upwards and her lips were parted. He wondered if she sucked her husband’s penis, like he had seen women do in “those” movies.

He got even closer to her and began stroking himself faster. 

Her moan stopped him cold. She began to shift. His erection rapidly disappeared. His mind raced to find an excuse for being there at this time of the night.

But she didn’t wake up, she merely straightened out, in the process the blanket rode down. 

His erection rapidly returned as her nipples came into view. He couldn’t believe his luck. He had never imagined that she slept naked.

Her breasts looked so inviting, like ripe fruits. The sheen of perspiration made them shine in the moonlight, like twin moons in their own right. The nipples stood out defiantly, like solo rocks on top of hills, so much a part but yet different. 

His hand returned into his shorts and he began jerking in earnest. Then it happened, the most exquisite feeling shot through every part of his body. His penis was enveloped in the warmth of fresh sperm. But it was different today. Usually he felt tired after jerking off and an overpowering need to clean up. But today he just kept pumping, the head of his penis begged to be squeezed and played with.
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