Once I began paying attention it turned out to be a documentary movie. The editing and sound was high-quality. It started with shots of couples in normal clothes, then the voiceover narration started and I realized what the documentary was about. As the scenes unfolded on the screen I watched with growing curiosity. The subject was something I had vaguely heard of earlier. The documentary started with introducing and defining something called “BDSM”. I still remember the definition because being the asian curious me I paid extra attention to it because it was related to something I was extremely interested in. I figured Aunt Sheen had put on a movie she wanted to watch but when I realized that this was an exclusive documentary about kinky sex that she had made the effort to go online and buy it. It was both shocking and rousing at the same time. Within a few minutes though, the narration and graphics on screen became increasingly vulgar. It showed people dressed in teen weird clothes and in abnormal positions. There were lots of depictions on how to use ropes, shackles, cuffs and such to restrain the partner. It was getting a little too graphic and extremely sexual so I turned to look at Aunt Sheen with my mouth open in shock. “Is it that bad?” Aunt Sheen asked with apprehension in her voice and looked at me expectantly. “Uhh.. no! I mean, I had no idea people like some of this stuff. This is a total revelation to me, aunty!” I finally managed to reply and Aunt Sheen visibly relaxed. “I am one of those “people” who like it.” Aunt Fingering Sheen huge tits replied with a little smile and winked at me. “Try to eat your food too, son. tits It’s getting cold.” Aunt Sheen continued. She was like that, motherly and caring one moment and suddenly slutty the next instant and vice versa. Then I realized I hadn’t touched my food in the past 10 minutes so I finally started to eat and watch. The entire documentary-cum-instructional video lasted almost an hour during which Aunt Sheen also bought some ice-cream for dessert from the kitchen as I sat watching the video with rapt attention. “Ouch!” I exclaimed when I felt a hand pressing down my hardened cock suddenly. “Wow! You are so hard, son!” Aunt Sheen said loudly with amazement and began to casually caress my thighs around the tent my dick made in my shorts. I was so immersed in the video that it was the first time I had not noticed an erection. I took a deep breath and shook my head in amazement too. “Wow!” I managed to say as the video ended. Aunt Sheen had pulled her chair closer to me and was busy caressing my bare thighs and avoiding my erect cock entirely. I looked over at her and saw her smiling at me and looking at with expectantly. “Tell me frankly, son. Would you be willing to do all that?” Aunt Sheen asked and waited. I looked at her and remembered the detailed instructions and graphics I had seen in the video a while ago. I was astonished to find out that my widowed Muslim aunty could go even further in her lust. I was conflicted at first. Hear Fingering them?” I think we ought to make you work for it a little more. I guessed that maybe she’d rushed to leave home as well. After what felt like hours of Stephanie caressing him and fondling him and telling him every little thing she wanted him to do to her, she told him to sit up against the head board of the bed. I still find it amazing just how unobservant people are. Georgette struggled for all she was worth, perfectly aware of what was about to happen, but could do nothing to prevent the slow ingress of the reverends thick cock huge tits as it began to breach her virgin defences. Ada was clearly rising to another orgasm though as Frank watched. “Mercedes!” he panted. I could barely hear her over the asian chant. Maybe she could come. “You're pissed because your daughter's got tits a taste for pussy? As I thought this to be very strange it did feel teen good.