Impregnate Widow Aunt
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - After failing the semester I decided to gap for one years form college. I was so over depressed that I was unable to think straight anything. At the moment I think of visiting my aunt. After meeting her I unable to control myself and Impregnate her........Read Full Story Now.
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The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.
The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn’t see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.
However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”
“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.
A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”
I yelled back, “Ummm I can’t find my jeans...”
A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They’re almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.
I searched the room for a towel but found none.
“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.
“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys’ was quite frightening.
I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.
“Oh honey, you don’t wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Umm no, I don’t really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.
“I’m sorry Honey, I didn’t know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.
“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.