With her creamy bare ass exposed, he laid her across his lap, pulled the sleeveless T-shirt over her head and started spanking her. “I’m going to ...an your ass until it glows red in the dark.”The more she wailed and kicked, the harder he spanked her. Grandma was listening to every smack, enjoying the sound and the cries. Misty not only deserved, but also needed a good hiding administered by a strong, authoritative male figure like her father. Despite her age, Grandma felt a faint tingling deep. “But then again, I’m not the first son to do that.”“What?”So I told her about what we’d studied in my English Literature class, the previous semester. We’d gone over Sophocles’ Theban plays, in which Oedipus accidentally fulfilled a prophecy that he would end up killing his father and marrying his mother. I had to explain the whole story to her, but ended up by saying that if all this had been written about thousands of years ago, then the concept of a son getting turned on by his mother wasn’t. After a while, I got fed up with this routine till one day a beautiful aunty came along with 2-3 other party members. Mother welcomed them and she came to talk to me. I loved her right at the spot, she was almost 38-40 years old with sufficiently voluptuous body and nice beautiful ass. She had a nice pair of 36d breasts they were beautiful, makes you wanna stand up and beg for buttermilk. I had my eyes fixed on her her milky stomach was visible as she was wearing a saree. I wished for a chance. " "It kinda was, man. But no worries. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't like it."As an attempt to turn around the topic of conversation, I grin and say: "yeah, you surely did." I can't help it," Milan whispers seductively and he starts rubbing my pants. "I just like sucking dick." He smiles as he starts kissing me. I feel happiness rising within me once again, but this time I realise why. Milan is smiling when kissing me, which you can feel even when you can't see it. It's that smile pressing.