Aunt Mara's Photo Session

I leaned down to kiss her. "Your hand feels good on me." Still holding our kiss, she further surprised me when she pulled my zipper down and reached inside to pull my swooning penis out. I gasped on her lips, "Marraa!" She broke our kiss to look at her prize and pull it to her lips for a gentle kiss and lusting suck before replacing it and zipping me back up. I was amazed and bent to kiss her again and whispered, "You're a sweet and naughty lover, and your lips felt wonderful."

She removed her hand from my shorts, touched my cheek and sighed softly on my lips, "You'd better fix my little hairs now." I knelt down between her legs again to continue my thrilling task, hopefully with fewer inhibitions than I had had before she broke the ice and kissed my naked penis.

She lazily stroked my shoulder while my hands lovingly caressed her inner thighs next to the crotch of her panties. When they again reached her mons I looked up at her. Mara was resting her head languidly against the sofa. Her lips came together sending me another sensual kiss, and she lifted her leg for a moment to rub her thigh against me and hug me with her legs. I stroked under the lifted leg to hug it to me and to feel her upper thigh. I again slipped my hand inside her panty leg to feel and massage the smooth skin of her soft, round bum cheek. Finally I caressed back up her thigh and held it against my cheek and kissed it before she put her leg down again. She hummed softly when my hand lovingly cupped and squeezed her pantied mons. She covered my hand with hers and, gently thrusting into it, quietly whined and moaned and squirmed in sensual rhythm.

Her Venus mound now had puffed out remarkably. It rose out roundly from the curve of her lower tummy and groin. The engorged mound looked invitingly sexual and feminine. Her black panty was delicately lacy except in the crotch where it was quite sheer. The typical cotton liner was absent and, now that her labia had puffed out, they pressed against the sheer fabric and the crevice between them became remarkably apparent. I squeezed and gently kissed each thigh in the warm softness near her groin. Finally, my fingers feathered lightly down along the panty line on one side of the enticing mound. Whimpering sweetly at the pampering feather touches, Mara opened her thighs further to allow my fingers their exotic journey. When they reached the arrant hairs on the first side I lifted the panty crotch ever-so-carefully and eased the hairs under the edge. There was no way I could avoid the tips of my fingers touching and stroking along the sides of her puffy outer labia.

"Uhhnnn ..." Mara let a whining moan escape. Her mons quivered and her hand lightly squeezed my shoulder. Whispering, "Your touch is so gentle. Perhaps you should do that again ... to be sure." My fingers caressed under the panty again, this time stroking softly and venturing to the cleft between her labia to find her inner petals. "Uhnnn, Honey, ... let your fingers push a little further in." My fingers carefully delved down between her inner lips and found her clitoris for a surprising moment. Mara caught her breath. "Ohh, yessss! ... Don't stop!"

I looked up to see her eyelids half closed. "Darling, I'm so ... your so warm and soft under your panties ... and I'm feeling so hungry for you."

She whimpered quietly, "I want you to feel hungry for me. ... I'm hungry for you. Is your penis still hard?" Her soft lips sent me another kiss.

I returned the air kiss and quietly moaned, "My penis is throbbing even more."

She sent me another sensual air kiss and groaned, "Um. I think I feel my ... you know ... getting wet."

Touching and stroking her Love Flower like this was wonderful. The thought of drops of vaginal moisture enticed me. I was much slower and more intimate caressing now. Both hands were caressing inside her panties to love her sexual center. With one hand I stroked lovingly over her lower tummy, through the tuft of pubic hair and ended at the top of her vulva with my fingers again parting the outer labia and easing down over the hood that protects her clitoris. The nubbin was engorged and protruding excitedly now and, when my finger began to caress it, Mara's pelvis quivered. She softly whined, "Uhn, Oh, God." With my other hand I lightly cupped and squeezed the lower part of her puffy vulva, felt and squeezed the cheeks of her bum below her pussy, and then parted the petals of her inner lips with my thumb to find her warm, oozing vagina. Mara sighed and moaned, "Am I as wet as I feel?"

I was breathless, "You're soaking my hand." My thumb slowly delved into her and squirmed and searched inside her precious flower. Her luscious honey oozed into my squeezing hand. I continued the loving invasion of her vagina until her hands held my hands on her vulva while she rhythmically thrust her pelvis into them. The look on her face was inspiring. She screamed for a moment and groaned loudly. She was cumming.

She moaned and shivered in her first beautiful orgasm. "Oh! ... God, ... Daavid! This is wonderful. ... You're making me ... you know, ... Uhn, I'm cumming!" My fingers continued their loving until her shivers and thrusting quieted.

While she basked in the afterglow my hands remained to gently massage her tummy and squeeze her vulva. When she had recovered she squeezed my shoulder, caressed my cheek and smiled warmly whispering, "Your hands are wonderful." Finally, I removed my hands from inside her panties, replaced the crotch, and urged the unruly hairs to tuck back under.

My hands left her precious vulva and stroked up over her soft, rounded tummy, down over her hips and across and between her thighs. They came to rest laying affectionately on the nakedness above her stocking tops where I kissed her. I was breathing excitedly and my penis was fully engorged and throbbing. A wet spot was showing at the front of my shorts.

She warmly pressed one of my hands. Her voice was a feathery whisper, "Thank you, Darling. ... Your hands were so good to me. Your touches are like wonderful pampering. I think those naughty hairs will escape again ... soon. And you'll have to get into my panties again." She squeezed my shoulder, "I love your hands on me ... all over me ... in me." I nearly swooned.

I cupped and massaged her mons on the outside of her panties and sighed, "This lovely part of you under your panties is very soft and warm and feminine. Your precious pussy is very beautiful."

"Thank you, I'm glad you think so ... very glad."

Finally I recovered a little and carefully draped the front of the skirt to be sure her mons was enticingly visible but not too crudely exposed. During this last adjustment my fingers feather-touched her sensitive place again. She quietly sighed and her thighs hugged my hand and her mons flexed into me. I breathed, "Darling, ... so beautiful." I couldn't resist and I stroked one thigh with both my hands from her knee to her tenderest place where I let the side of my hand gently nudge her vulva. She moaned softly and I bent to kiss and feather the sweet skin in her groin at her panty line with my lips. My tongue then traced down along the edge, deep between her warm thighs, where my fingers had ventured just moments before. Clearly, I was having trouble getting back to the picture taking.

She was moaning quietly and sighed, "Mmmmm, David, ... Darling." She stroked my hands to encourage their adventure and then she gently held my head while I kissed. "Your hands are warm on me ... and your lips..." I tried to kiss the soft cushion of her thigh deep between her legs next her vulva. She untucked her other leg and lay it against the back of the sofa so she could bend her knee and open her thighs further to let me nuzzle. When I kissed that tender flesh, my cheek pressed against her mons. She moaned and her hand held my head close. She sighed, "Honey, ... ooohh!" The scent of her was clean and fresh with a heady undertone of light earthiness, a suggestion of her state of sensuality. I breathed warm air into her panty and kissed her mons through the sheer fabric. "Uhhnnn ... I think I'm getting wetter," she moaned passionately and wantonly flexed into my lips. A cocoon of sensual rapture had enveloped us.

Our momentary focus on the touching of my lips on her vulva was affectionately intense and lustful. I felt as though my lips were honoring the beauty of Mara's sexuality, and that she was presenting her Precious Flower to me for more special loving. Her open legs were sweetly welcoming. Without a misgiving thought, my finger slipped the crotch of her panty aside, and I kissed the womanly nakedness of her puffy mound. My tongue pushed down between her labia and found and fluttered on her aroused clitoris. Her moan was full of surprise and pleasure, "Ooh, uhnn, Honey ... ." My tongue slid down through her now enlarged, pink inner lips to test the nectar oozing from her vagina. Her eyes were closed, "Uhn, David ... I'm almost cumming again." I inserted the tip of my tongue, sucked her vaginal lips into my mouth, and french kissed her oozing love center. Finally I returned to kiss and suck and nibble on her clitoris which had extended like a miniature penis over a quarter inch from its hiding place. Mara's tummy quivered, her mons flexed rhythmically into my lips, and her thighs shivered against my cheeks. She moaned, "Oh, God ... you're wonderful!" Mara was glowing with her second orgasm.

I withdrew my tongue and replaced the panty whispering, "Mara, your Loving Place is beautiful." Her Precious Flower was beautiful, and wonderfully adapted to sensual response. When she was aroused her puffy outer labia couldn't conceal her blushing inner lips which my tongue had separated like lovely pink petals. Her clitoral hood was prominent and quite close to her vaginal entrance which made it appear that the natural stimulation of her clitoris by a thrusting penis could be nearly constant during intercourse. The prominence of her aroused clitoris was remarkable - the size of a navy bean and slightly resembling a tiny penis. Mara had removed nearly all the hair from her lower vulva - probably because of her skimpy bikini. The rest of her generous bush was neatly trimmed.

My impulse to kiss and suck on her had taken her by surprise even though our loving adventure made the overture seem natural. Mara gasped and whispered affectionately, "Oh, Daaavid, Sweetheart!" Her fingers caressed my head and she sighed, "Your lips on me - the way you kissed me and ... sucked on me," we both had lost control, "I loved it."

I raised up and kissed her cheek. "I loved it too. ... Your Precious Flower is so ... kissable." I kissed her softly and our tongues merged in rich passion. With lips still touching, "I hope you'll let me kiss your Precious Flower again ... and suck on your sweet juices."

She still seemed to glow from her sweet orgasm, "Whenever you want me." She kissed away her own love juices from around my mouth. "You've made me so wet ... and I've made your mouth and cheeks wet. I can taste me."

I quietly gasped, "Your love honey is delicious. I want to kiss and suck on you again, soon."

"Very soon, ... kiss me and suck on me and put your fingers in me." She kissed me with soft, passionate lips. "After you've taken some pictures of my ... panties, I'll want you to help me take them off ... so I can always be ... ready for you."

"I've nearly lost my composure ... I'd better ... go back to the camera." I reluctantly rose, picked up the camera and stepped away. "Let me capture you just as you are." The shutter clicked rapidly as I moved instinctively around her with camera in hand. Her face and body now were languidly luscious, and loving the exposure of our foreplay. Some shots were of her total beauty and others were closer to show the affectionate glow of her lovely face together with the sensually gorgeous legs and thighs and breasts. Finally I stepped to her and gently opened her thighs a little further. The one foot still rested on the floor and the other leg remained resting against the back of the sofa with the knee gracefully bent. I knelt in front of her for a picture of just her face, bosom, and her upper thighs and pantied vulva.

Mara was deeply involved in the sensuality and temptations of our increasing intimacy, touching and display. Her poses were no longer about fashionable elegance. They were all about sexual temptation and enticement. She sighed and gracefully raised the skirt even further. She lay her hand in her groin next to her Venus Mound and, after pulling her panty crotch aside in intimate, sensual presentation, she whispered, "Take a close-up, Darling. Where you kissed and sucked on me, and made me so wet." I moved close between her legs and adjusted the lens. Her vagina was relaxed and slightly open, as though welcoming another visit. The trail of her honey glistened as it oozed down her crotch toward the little rose bud of her anus. She sent me affectionate air kisses and sighed, "This is where you kissed me, and felt me, and sucked on me and put your fingers in me." Her vulva was subtly, slowly flexing.

With the camera, I came very close between her thighs. I was entranced and consumed by the sexuality of her excited vulva. As I focused on her precious flower I murmured, "Sweetheart, your beautiful clitoris is still so pink and saucy, sticking out ..."

Mara was on the edge of another orgasm just from the sexual intimacy and urging of the moment. Her finger traced from the oozings of her opening, up her channel and across the vibrant tip of her clit. She shivered and moaned, "I know. ... It wants your lips. It wants your ... you know! God, I'm so hot."

"You're so irresistible, my penis is throbbing." Her Love Center was beautifully displayed but, for just one or two pictures I wanted a bit more soft light to highlight her eager vagina and surprisingly excited pink clitoris. For a moment I scanned the room and spied a very small shaded lamp, almost like a night light sitting on an occasional table. I brought it over to the sofa and plugged it into the extension for a nearby table lamp. Sitting unsteadily one cushion away from her Love Center, the warm light, diffused through the white shade softly brightened Mara's gorgeous vulva.

"You're making my pussy feel like a movie star, Darling." I took several macro exposures. In one picture, Mara's finger was stroking her vulva from vagina to clit. "My clitoris is so hot, I need you to make it ... feel better." I put the camera down for a moment and lay between her legs with my mouth near her beautiful pussy. I took her inner labia in my lips and sucked before sliding my tongue into her vagina and sucking and French kissing that wonderful flower. Finally, I took her clitoris between my lips and sucked on her while the tip of my tongue gently flicked the tip of the pink nubbin. "Oh, God! ... Don't stop!" Her orgasm was intense. When it ebbed after a few moments she sighed, "Thank you, Lover."

When she quieted, I kissed her lovingly and returned the little lamp to its table. With camera again in hand I resumed picture taking. I captured the essence of the deep sexuality she was feeling, the forbidden thrill of intimate sensual exposure, the affectionate offering of the femininity of her welcoming thighs and excited, puffy, blushing vulva. As I moved about and the shutter clicked, Mara's body moved - subtly, sensually, invitingly. Our picture taking adventure had become a wonderful, extended foreplay.

When I lay the camera down on the sofa she murmured huskily, "Come sit with me." She rearranged herself to make room for me and, after I was settled, she snuggled close. Her sexual focus was intense but she had eased down from the urgency of a few moments ago. I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek and ear and neck and finally her sweet lips. All my resistance had drained away. I was avidly consumed with affection and lust.

We nuzzled in each other's neck and she whispered, "I'm loving this, Darling. ... And I'm going to love having the pictures." She kissed my lips and cheek, "But no one but you and I can ever see them. They're too private. ... And I'm feeling ... so ... you know ..."

"I know ... involved."

"Mm hmm, involved ... with you." Her hand found my erection again and stroked it lightly, "Mmmm, I'm glad you feel ... like this, and I like the way your shorts bulge out now without underwear." We both were totally consumed. I longed to feel her hands and fingers fondle my naked penis again.

I ventured to caress and cup a lovely breast. I squeezed and found the nipple to pinch through her dress and bra. She moaned quietly. I nibbled on her lips and confessed, "I'd like to take some pictures that show the wonderful beauty of your breasts." Another nibble, "Would you mind?"

"Mm mmm. I want our pictures to show me just the way you want me, ... and the way I want to think of you and our time together." She nibbled back. Our eyes were exchanging yearning messages. She was stroking me dangerously. "What should I do? ... Is this dress alright?" Her hand left me to stroke her thigh and then adjust and examine her neckline. She was feeling her own body in anticipation of my adventures.

We had become warmly open with our feelings and increasingly comfortable with our sensual intimacies. I couldn't resist her lovely legs and, while we talked and nuzzled, I stroked and caressed her irresistible thighs. She encouraged me to enjoy her hips and her tummy with a hand on my arm and finally she raised her skirt hem nearly to her waist before returning her hand to my hardness. I was thrilled when her fingers snaked up my pant leg to warmly fondle my stiff penis and testicles. Her touch was heavenly. She was nibbling my ear when she whispered, "I can't remember when I last made a soft penis turn into a hard .. cock." The latter word was uttered with noticeable hesitance. We each giggled at her humor.

With a hand on her cheek, I guided her lips to mine and kissed while I murmured, "Your hand feels wonderful. ... I wanted you to ... touch me again, ... but ..."

Her lips feathered mine, "I'll be careful, Darling." We kissed lushly. Her handling of my penis was softly feminine and yet compellingly sensual with seeming special attention to the underside where I was most sensitive. She murmured on my lips, "Your poor penis is still crowded in your shorts - especially when you get so stiff." She pouted cutely, kissed me lightly and went on, "Maybe we should give the poor thing more room."

Nuzzling her cheek, "I think you're trying to talk me out of my shorts."

"Oh, Daaaviid! How could you?" A playful kiss and, "Would you?"

"I'd love to. Your hands feel wonderful." I kissed her and whispered, "And you'll be able to see you're affect on me."

"Mmmm, yesss. ... And feel ... ." Her hands were instantly busy with my belt while I wiggled around to maneuver the zipper. I stood, let the shorts drop to the floor, and took off my shirt.

She sighed, "I hope you don't think I'm awful."

"I think you're wonderful." I kicked the shorts and my flip-flops away. When I looked up Mara had picked up the camera and was taking a picture of me - well, a part of me. I exclaimed, "You devil!"

She snickered, "Your ‘unveiling'," and lay the camera down.

The sensation of being naked with Mara, while she was still partially clothed, was deeply compelling and sensual. Her eyes were focused on my wagging erection in a lustful gaze. By the time I was snuggling and kissing and nuzzling again, her loving hands were filled with my thrilling penis and supremely comforted testicles. On my lips, "Am I hurting you?"

"Mm mmm. Your hands are wonderful. ... But don't make me ..."

"... Cum?" She gently stroked and fondled.

"Mm hmm. Please. ... I want to ..."

She was breathing and murmuring on my lips, "... I know what you want, Lover. I'll try to be careful ... but I love the way you feel. So stiff and eager, but warm and soft - especially the head. I like fondling you ... feeling you in my hands." She kissed me and stroked me lovingly and brushed my lips with hers while she said, "I'm almost cumming right now ... thinking about how my pussy will feel ... when you squirt your wonderful juice deep inside in me."