It was a strange reaction to actually be turned on by my mom and aunt, but the feeling was so powerful that it became impossible to deny. I felt my mo...’s fingers undo my strap and Aunt April grab hold and start to pull them off. She fought to slide the trunks off as the wetness made them cling tight to my body. Just as my aunt finally brought them to my knees, my ever growing cock popped out into the air. My mom gasped at the sight of my exposed cock bobbing in the air swaying slight as it held. They had been eaten alive by wild animals in front of an audience of thousands of blood-thirsty heathens. ‘Lydia?’ He was knocking on her door, but she didn’t want him to come in. Didn’t want him to see the tears. What could he know? He had always practised his faith at the far edge of the Empire, where it had always been comparatively safe to harbour non-Roman beliefs. She had to let him in, though, she knew that. She wiped her tears away gently, trying not to redden her eyes any more than. .. two... three... I counted them to myself as she slowly forced each one inside. My asshole was beginning to feel full and heavy. The other two women chuckled at my shame and discomfort as they played with their pussies, legs spread wide apart so I could clearly see their wet pussies.My sister would pause after each insertion, feeling my cock with her beautifully manicured nails to ensure I was still nice and hard. Happy that I was, she concluded by digging her blood red nails into my tender. I turned to see Robert escorting several others. On his right was a woman who looked to be in her late thirties. She was in fairly good shape for her age, but her brunette hair was liberally streaked with gray. On his left was a teenage girl wearing glasses. The girl had a child of about seven holding her left hand while she carried a baby in her right arm.“Your family?” I asked.Robert smiled. “That’s right, I’ve only mentioned them. My wife, Crystal is on my right.”“Ex-wife,” Crystal said.