This had also made me more confident during my daily blow jobs. I would regularly look her in the eyes, it let me know that she WANTED to suck my dick... she WANTED to please me. During these I thought of her as MINE. She was still my mother the rest of the time, and I respected her as such. But when she would come into my room, she was there for my cock, she was MY SLUT.She had actually encouraged this. She told me to do what I wanted, and what felt good during my blow jobs. This could be. Especially when I come because she would know when it happened for sure.After that thought I was feeling the urge to come when suddenly my aunt’s pussy contractions stopped as it suddenly clamped onto my shaft. Aunt Sangeetha was starting to wake up.Moaning,she said,”hmmm,you”re in a fiesty mood tonight darling, if you can take me I’m yours.” With that she giggled and brushed my hand away from her breast and tried to push me off. She only managed to displace six inches of penis out of her. Taking the roll of bags, she went down the hall to the bedroom and started stuffing clean clothes into them. Grabbing a small suitcase, she packed Mike's suit in it and the beautiful dress that she got the night Tina went missing. Carrying them out to the kitchen, she dropped them there and headed into Tina's room. She grabbed clothes, pictures, diary and Tina's favorite teddy bear.Mike came in from the truck and saw the suitcase and the plastic bags, checking them he saw the clothes and. “Hmmm… this feels good,” I moaned rubbing the glass dildo between my wet folds. I did it on purpose hoping that Adam would ask me about what I was doing. “What feels good? What are you doing, Jennifer?” Adam asked, as I had hoped. I thought to tell him exactly what I was doing, but then I thought why not make it dirtier and just show him. I quickly turned on the lights of my room and clicked a picture of my pussy with my glass dildo half inside my sweet love hole. I sent the picture to Adam. “I.