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It had been years since I had been in my hometown. The death of my favorite uncle brought me back. Uncle Charlie was a character and his sudden death caught many people by surprise. he had a massive heart attack in bed and he was sixty-nine.

At the gathering after the funeral Roxy Hart, a 5'7*quot;, Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 54-year-old, who looked about fifteen years younger, with high cheekbones a strong chin, big almond shaped hazel eyes, thick curly shoulder length flaming-red hair and a very shapely 38GG-26-40 hourglass figure that her black knit dress, nude contro ltop pantyhose and 4*quot; black spiked high heels showed off generously sat next to me on the living room couch and made small talk. She was my best friend's mother and my first childhood crush. Roxy was an original MILF and in almost all of my childhood wet dreams.

The affair thankfully came to an end and I stayed behind my uncle's house to clean-up and officially meet his fourth wife, like I said earlier Charlie was a real character, and to my surprise she was his best looking bride of the lot and all of his wives were buxom and gorgeous. My new Aunt Jenny, a 5'4*quot;, well-tanned, centerfold gorgeous, 47-year-old, with high cheekbones, big doe shaped bright blue eyes, thick just below her shoulders curly platinum-blonde hair, and a firm, but overripe 34EE-24-36 hourglass figure that her black dress almost looked painted on, truly made me proud of my deceased uncle, he had taste. She was an absolute doll and insisted that I stay with her, since she had so much to do and wanted to hear old Charlie stories, although secretly thought that wasn't a good idea.

Well the next day I went up to the attic to start my chores and hoped Charlie's old magazine collection was there, as kids we called him the Porno King, and was pleased to see ten cardboard boxes filled with magazines that went from the Betty Page years to Darla Crane and old detective magazines that went from the early 60s to the late 90s. I felt so naughty and yet happy at the same time! I quickly opened a box filled with old detective magazines.

He was a true bondage fan and turned me and my friends on to bondage and other fetishes. Charlie took me to a stripclub when I turned eighteen, and used to take a bunch of us to the drive-in theater to watch X-rated movies. Charlie corrupted a lot of teenage boys and we spent a little too much time in his corner store in the magazine section and were pleased to find out he had even better stuff in the backroom for his special customers. He used bakırköy escort the store as a front for his bookie operation and was known to dabble in minor crime. I thought I was king; working in his store was my first real job and I saw more than a teenager was supposed to. He went as far as selling foreign pornography, the stuff that wasn't allowed to be sold in the U.S.

*quot;Oh my God!*quot; Roxy came up the stairs!

I was so embarrassed, but my thick 7*quot; penis struggled in my cut-off shorts, between the magazine collection and the gorgeous buxom redhead my mind was trapped in a world of pure sin! All 5'9*quot; of my well-tanned and toned 155 pound frame became stiff as my still youthful face turned a few shades of beet red. My big baby blue eyes took in every curve and swell of the gorgeous redhead's curvaceous figure, that her tight black spandex sports bra, shiny red spandex pants and white sneakers looked painted on.

I stood in silence as she opened an old detective magazine. She then picked up a few more magazines that all had bound and gagged women on the glossy covers.

*quot;Where is the kinkier stuff?*quot; Roxy asked.

*quot;I just got up here.*quot; I blushed.

*quot;Oh my goodness how you kids would sneak up here.*quot; Roxy smiled as she opened a box. *quot;I don't know how many times Bobby snuck one of these under his mattress.*quot;

*quot;You knew?*quot; I was rather stunned.

*quot;Oh you guys used to tie up and gag poor Tammy and Sue up so often they could have been bondage models by thirteen.*quot; Roxy kidded me. *quot;I was always a little jealous though.'

*quot;Jealous?*quot; I asked, feeling harder than ever, since my nasty divorce two years earlier I hadn't been able to enjoy sex too often.

*quot;Oh to be young again and play those cops