. I was imagining him coming over to punish me for my dishonest act. Making me pay for interrupting his self pleasuring moment. Oh boy how I wanted it... I came once more and stopped to let my ass rest. I stood there letting the water abundantly flow on my body. Trying vainly to wash away my filthy anticipation. Wasn't enough I was dominated by his natural supremacy. He was a real man and Alpha with a capital A. What the fuck was going on in my mind. I couldn't stop getting hornier and hornier. I was so horny I couldn’t wait to have it. I was licking his ass and begging him to dump his load into the glass when he said the mixture wasn’t yet. I could still add another taste to the mix, and he wanted me to taste all of him.“What else can you put in it sir?”“What else do you like the taste of slave?”Now we had had this discussion a few times. While I did want him to be clean and hygienic for these activities, one thing I don’t like is the taste of shower gel or wipes etc. I know he has. But she dint pull out my hands, so I continued rubbing and pressing both the breasts with my hands. The soap water made it more sexy and slippery. I was in heaven. Aunty sighed softly, ’mmmmmhhhhhhhhh. Baaaaasssss’. ‘Ek minute’, I tried to feel the big areolas and softly pinched the nipples. Suddenly she opened her eyes and pushed me away. She started the shower and we wiped off the soap lather. I reached my dick, it was dripping pre cum. I said ‘aunty kuch nikal raha hai’ she looked and said’. My kitchen window was up high above the basement, so I could see right in the boat when she climbed in, though when she went to the woods I had to use the binoculars I kept handy. At first I only watched to make sure she was safe, but soon my own pussy would get wet in sympathy for hers." Mom paused to take a sip of her martini, then continued. "She would pull up her dress, then rub her pussy thru her panties with her legs spread wide. She would use one finger then two to slide into the.