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My heart skipped a beat and I became tense as I realised I was looking at my aunt's work out clothes.
All I have to do is bad and pick. I stroked my aunt gratis me off as I upgraded her bra, her untried calculator, and red balls enveloping my calendar in wet dripping.
I debated on whether to examine fetixh or not, and finally concluded with the aid of teenage hormones that it wouldn't hurt to check. The moment I picked up Brz tank top I fetisu smell her. Her faint perfume infused Bar sweat. It was oh so arousing. I popped a boner right there and then. Suddenly, something heavy fell from within the top and hit the floor with a muffled sound. And there it was. The icing on the cake. A dark purple padded bra. The padded bra I had seen my aunt wearing when she accidentally flashed me mere minutes ago. It looked oh so arousing, lying on the floor, its material shining in the light. I brushed it with my fingertips and instantly retracted my hand. It was still warm from her body.
The front of the cups were made from a nice nylon material, which felt great. I held it up to my face to smell it, and damn it smelled just like her. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt a dampness on the inside of the cups. I turned the bra to see the inside of the cups were much darker than the dark purple colour of the bra.
I realised that it was sweat from my aunt working out. My shaft was twitching painfully now, desperate for release. Andersen envisioned how the hemline would lift as she reached up to write on the blackboard. God, there won't be a limp dick in the class. Andersen thought about that as well. Andersen quivered, hating the feeling of anticipation.
There was a sound out in the hall and both women turned. Old Ray made his way into the sttory on arthritic knees, bowed Ba a childhood bout with the rickets. Darlene's face lite up and she hastily scribbled a note; hit Br with the ruler to show she was serious, and returned to her desk. Andersen glanced at the paper; only three words. Ray bent down, picked up the tin and turned away. God, I have to do this thing Andersen got up on frail knees and moved to the front of her desk. Ray had a quizzical expression in his eyes as she twisted a button on her blouse. When she raised her arm she could feel her breasts lift.
He caught the movement and blushed.
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She guessed he liked what he saw. I took several pinches of her nipples by thumb and index finger while making eye contact to her and laughing. While I was doing this mom was getting turned on by this act of her own son, she was nervous and aroused equally with the act of deliberately opening blouse and bra to show her boobs to me. I took both the boobs in my hands and was playing up Bra fetish story up down with them, also I took them in my mouth and licked the nipples biting them with teeth mischievously. When they were free from bra and blouse they were dangling like anything. She took both of her hands on her boobs and did widespread of her breast holding them away from each other and I got to see under the cleavage that deep valley and line forming in between boobs.
I was smiling while seeing this scene, I touched there and slipped my hand in that deep cleavage, I even remember as she raised her hands I saw her dark armpits and hairs, I touched them and sniffed my nose in between the armpits, she was sweating and it made the incest more intense and very very hot. After playing with her nude boobs and cleavage I had one more wish to do, I wanted to put my face into that deep cleavage in between those boobs so I asked mom with low voice can I put my face into that for minutes just to see how it feels. Mom felt very shy she said you are very naughty and shameless with mummy for asking such favors. As all limits were crossed now she agreed and said come closer to me son and I went near her.
After a while she again did widespread of boobs with hands holding them away from each other and said head on. I adjusted my self and got into position to face and completely buried my face deep into the valley forming in between 34DDD. I sit there holding the cool glass to my forehead, sipping now and then, the book forgotten a long time ago now. I realize he has walked in only when I see his shadow near me, I look up and he towers over me, lifting a brow, he scolds me for my laziness. I'm about to mumble some excuse or apology when he lifts me up, well, better, he taps my chin with his fingers and I get up, slowly, head held high, eyes down in mock consternation.
Time stands still, as I do, while Master walks to the drawer and comes back with the spiky pads of the tack bra; I shudder when he touches me to place them in the cups of the bra I'm wearing now, ever so gently. Then he orders me on my knees and I obey, leaning on my elbows, hands flat on the floor, ass up and legs quite wide apart. As I kneel there with my head down I can see Master's feet as he fetches the book I had discarded before and places it between my hands; I move to kiss his boots and quickly return to my position after I have kissed them both and Master has petted my head in approval. He walks around me a couple of times before sitting behind me with his legs crossed and a grin on his face.
I don't see it but sure it's there!