“Lie on your belly for a bit.” I suggested.
She stretched out luxuriously, enjoying my exploration of her back, spending time nuzzling every inch of her skin. Kissing the heart, shaped birthmark on the bottom of her right arse cheek, committing to memory the three freckles in a straight line at the bottom of her back.
I pulled her left cheek, revealing her brown hole, a small black mole was in the four o’clock position. She moaned when she felt weight on her back and my cock guide its way inside her. Her arms gripped the sheets as my momentum increased.
“Let me see your face.” She said into the pillow.
She moved on her side, facing me. I played with her breasts. There was a small scar underneath her right nipple.
“Shall I use my tongue?” I asked knowing the answer.
There was a mass of hair, grey mixed with brown but I could see a mole just above her slit. Pussy lips looked long and stretched, the right side had two freckles, the left, one, and just at her vaginal opening, three freckles formed a triangle shape.
I played with her clit for a while, before laying atop of her, sliding my cock in, fucking for her pleasure, praying for her to cum so I could empty my bollocks and go home.
Perhaps because my heart wasn’t really into it, she took and age.
“Where do you want me to cum.” I whispered.
“Can I taste you?” She asked.
She opened her mouth wide as I stroked my cock a few times, putting the head inside, filling her mouth with cum. She sloshed it around her mouth, showed me how much, then swallowed.
My aunt watched as I dressed.
“That was naughty.” She said pulling the quilt down to show her tits. “You’ve woken something up inside me.”
“Look Auntie Karen, this is wrong. Though I will miss seeing that love heart on your arse, and those three freckles by that dripping hole, we can never speak of this. Your husband, my cousins, it would kill them.”
“I’ve been stupid.” She said tearfully. “Tommy, please.”
“All secrets are safe.” I said and kissed her on the forehead.
When I saw Lexy, I couldn’t say anything until I had showered for an age.
“I’m so sorry.” She said when I grabbed a beer in the games room.
“Hey, I’m a twenty-year-old straight male. It wasn’t so bad.”
“But she will want more.”
“She has three freckles in the shape of a triangle, just before her hole. On the rim of her arse there is black mole at the four o’clock position. I’ve made notes of everything I could remember. There will be no more, or she will lose her family. If she told dad about us, I would tell them she blackmailed me, I can prove it by talking about her birthmarks, so we are in the clear.”
Though we no longer had any problems, the scare had changed things. We slept together and enjoyed waking in a tangle of arms and legs, but we never had sex, nothing more than kisses.
On the morning of the last day, I gathered my gear, chucking it on the back seat of my truck and went to Lexy. She was crying as she stripped the sheets off the bed.
“I better get rid of all evidence of the crime.” She said, unable to look at me.