But that was only a cover for them as they were both Yakuza. They had been sent to check on business when the sickness struck. One of the surviving lo...al Yakuza, Horukei wanted my brother to pronounce him the new leader here and was going to take me as his wife to seal the deal. We fled and he sent men after us. He put a bounty on us to be brought in alive. If you have not guessed Ken-Gi is also Yakuza, in fact he is a specialist in the old ways. Very few are taught and even fewer learn what is. And I was forced to sit there in the closet and watch.Well, I guess I wasn’t forced to watch. But there was nothing else to do, and once I got over the shock (and the ick-factor) ... I’ve got to admit, it was sort of interesting watching Mom get used like a slut.Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d known this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them. I. For the past years I had been having wet dreams about my aunt, not that they weren’t something to have wet dreams about, but it was not the sort of thing a boy was supposed to do. I’m not sure exactly when, but at some stage during puberty I developed a sexual attraction towards her. Call it a cliche, but she is everything a man looks for in a woman. I do remember that the first time I came from masturbating happened while I was fantasizing about her. That may be when she became locked into my. Again I was being starved for oxygen to my brain. This time they had room to sit in front of me as their cocks were shoved into my mouth. Now Steven was able to grab the back of my head and slam it down on the guy’s cock until it was deep in my throat and again my air supply was cut off. Now this is where things started to get strange to me. At the time I didn’t know what was happening to me and where these new voices inside my head were coming from. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to my.