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Edymaniac: Christmas Shenanigans with Aunty Folake VIII (18+)
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Edymaniac: Christmas Shenanigans with Aunty Folake VIII (18+)

“I was just telling Mother,” Fatima said as the two women came back, “that the food here is amazing.”

“I think so too,” Jide’s aunty said. “I still have that wonderful taste in my mouth. It was like something I wanted to eat all night long.” She turned and gave Jide a little wink, that look sent a new surge of blood to his still-swollen cock.

“Well, shall we go then?” Mr Haruna said as he got up.

“Stay close behind me,” Jide’s aunty whispered to him as she slid out of the bench seat after him. He allowed her to pass and they were right behind the other three as they made their way through the restaurant. He glanced down, and even in the subdued lighting of the restaurant, he could see the dark wet stain that covered a large portion of her backside. When she came, she’d squirt all over his hand, twice, and her dress was suffering the collateral damage of that.

“Oh Jide, I have something for your aunty,” Mrs Aisha said. Jide followed Mrs Aisha around to the back of their family’s Toyota Camry, her husband and daughter already in the car. She opened the boot and handed him a small box as she closed the lid and turned to him.

“That’s just a box of chocolates for your aunty,” she said as she stepped up close to him. “And here’s a little present for you.” She reached into her little handbag and pulled something out before pressing it into his hand. Instinctively he looked down, the street lights on the road illuminating a tiny pair of shiny panties in the palm of his hand‚ÄĒwet, shiny black panties.

“That’s just in case things don’t work out with your aunty as you hope they will,” she whispered into his ear as she leaned in close and gave him an acceptable ‘Christmas-like’ hug.

As she stepped back and looked at him, he could only stare at her, totally shocked. “What…how…” he stammered, unable to even think straight.

“If I know you, she’ll be just what you need. After all, she did come like a champion there at the table, didn’t she?”

Jide couldn’t help it as his eyes opened wide, standing there mute, the soaked panties sitting warmly in his open palm.

“I know who was responsible for your aunty’s ‘hot flash’. I saw the muscles in your arm moving beneath your suit when you were fingering her. You did do a good job of it though, the others never had a clue.”

Jide couldn’t help but give a little gasp.

“That was well-played on her part though. Menopause? I don’t think so. Your aunty and I are such good friends that she would have told me by now if she’d started.” She paused for a second, letting her words sink in. “That’s all right though, your aunty’s a wonderful woman, Jide. If you can do for her what you did for me, I’m sure she’ll love it. Trust me, I know, she’s going to be one lucky woman tonight.”

Jide could only stand there as, just like his aunty had done earlier, Mrs Aisha reached out and drew one long red fingernail teasingly down the front of his chest. She tilted her head and looked at him suggestively. “But just in case things don’t work out as you hoped…” She reached down and closed his hand around the panties. “…this is just a reminder of what you can get from me any time your little heart desires.”

Jide remained speechless as she reached up and gave him one last peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jide,” she whispered breathlessly into his ear, “and make sure this is a Christmas your aunty remembers forever. She deserves it.”

And with that, she disappeared. By the time Jide got his head together and turned around, her car door was already closing. When she first started talking, he didn’t know what to expect, but by the time she was done, he realized he was more aroused than he had been before.

He had been right, Mrs Aisha had watched him and knew exactly what he had been thinking about his aunty. But surprisingly, rather than be jealous, she had been all for it. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. “Merry Christmas to you too, Mrs Aisha,” he whispered, but the car was already driving away.

“What was that all about?” his aunt asked when he joined her in the car after stuffing the panties into his pocket.

“Oh, Mrs Aisha just wanted to give us this box of chocolates and wish us all a Merry Christmas.”

“She is such a sweet woman and a good friend. And yes, this is looking like a very merry Christmas after all, don’t you think?”

Even before he could put his seat belt on, his aunty reached over and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. She pulled him to her as she leaned across, her lips meeting his in a hot kiss. Their tongues duelled as their lips pressed firmly against the others, both of them wanting this, needing this.

Soft moans came from both of them as they kissed passionately, his aunty finally breaking the kiss and pulling back, her face glowing with excitement as she gasped, “Take me home.”

Jide made it home in no time flat, with his right hand beneath the mesmerizing slit of his aunty’s dress and cupping her creamy pussy the whole way. She let him have his way with her, spreading her legs far apart as he toyed with her slippery petals of flesh, her own hand rubbing suggestively over the front of his trouser.

They were both ready to tear their hair out by the time they got home. Once inside the house, Jide threw off his suit jacket and pushed his aunty up against the wall. He brought his mouth down on hers, hard, at the same time as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. As they kissed, he kicked off his shoes. He pulled back, both of their faces wet with arousal.

“Take me upstairs, baby…fast,” his aunty gasped out.

“No, I can’t wait. I want you right now,” Jide responded, his cock like an iron bar in his trouser. He spotted a long table against the wall in the corridor and all but carried his aunty to it. He grabbed her around the waist and sat her on the table, her back against the mirror behind it. As he loosened his tie and opened the top button of his shirt, his aunty was busy undoing his belt. He pushed his trousers and underwear to the floor, kicking them to the side.

“Oh fuck…it’s so big,” his aunty said as her hand instantly went to his prick. He could see her salivating as she looked at it.

Leaving his shirt and loosened tie on, Jide moved closer between her legs. He grasped the draping silk panel at the front of her dress and threw it up and to the side, totally exposing her. He looked down at her glistening shaven pussy, the whole area wet with her flowing juices. The slick petals of her labia shone a vivid pink, engorged as if waiting to welcome his huge cock home…home to the hot tight channel.

“Oh fuck, aunty, you are so beautiful,” Jide gasped out as he moved right in on her, unable to contain himself any longer. He had to have her, had to fuck her, right here and now. Sensing the intensity of his desire, his aunty was quick to position the engorged crown of his surging cock between the dripping lips of her pussy.

She moved her hand slightly from side to side, getting it nestled in the perfect position as the enormous knob forced her soft petals of flesh to spread wide as they adhered to the sensitive glans in a searing kiss.

Once he felt that she had it just right, Jide slowly flexed forward, wanting to get his cock buried deep inside his aunty more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. But he didn’t want to hurt her either.

He had been with enough women to know how difficult it was for most of them to take a cock the size of his. Yes, the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt her in any way.

“Oh god, so hard…so big and hard,” she gasped out as her arms came up to circle his neck and pull him close. Her pretty face turned up to his, her eyes ablaze with excitement as he went deeper, and deeper still. She drew his mouth down to hers, sharing a fiery kiss as she wriggled and tilted her hips, encouraging him to give her more.

As they kissed, his hands went to her chest, filling his hands with the enormous breasts, still hidden beneath the lacy bodice of her dress. But damn, are they ever big! he thought to himself.

Jide couldn’t believe how hot his aunty’s pussy was, as hot as a furnace, and tight. It felt like a hot wet fist gripping his cock and pulling it inward as he continued to push forward, inch after inch of thick hard cock disappearing inside his aunty’s velvety cunt. He felt her tightening up as he went deeper.

He instinctively stopped flexing forward as the tight tissues inside her barred his way, both of them gasping as they looked down at the sinfully illicit connection of their two bodies.

Jide couldn’t help but wonder at the magic of it; a woman in the prime of her life, spread wide open with his hard thick cock drilling deep into her welcoming pussy, her shiny juices glistening off their joined flesh. Just the thought of it made his cock throb with excitement even more, and he knew there was no way he was going to stop now.

He still had four inches left to go and, although he was as far into her as he could go right now, he could feel his aunty accepting the lustful challenge of taking all of it I just as much as he wanted to give it to her. Fuck yes, he could see by the excitement in her eyes that she wanted to feel the full length and girth of that powerful cock stretching her and filling her like never before.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he reached up and tenderly stroked her face.

She turned her mouth and kissed his hand as she nodded. “Yes, baby, I’m better than okay. You feel wonderful inside me, but I’ve never had one as big as you before you.” Normally, he would have asked if she wanted him to stop, but he could see by the fire in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she had every last inch. “Just let me get used to it for a minute,” she continued. “I’ll tell you when.”

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