Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she ...aw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her on his knees, ramming his cock into her mother's upraised ass!"How does that feel, slut?" Nick rasped out."Oh, God, yes, fuck my ass, Nicky!" Ellen cried."You like being fucked in the ass, don't you, bitch? Ever since we. Just like that. I hem-hawed around for a few minutes, trying not to seem too eager, and finally agreed. She told me to pick her up down the street from her house, so her parents (my aunt and uncle!) wouldn't think bad(?) thoughts. I decided not to pressure her on the comment. I went to my room and put on a clean shirt and jeans, and NO UNDERWEAR! As I approached her standing down the block from her house, I knew it was going to be a great night. She had on a sheer sun dress, and when my. Thank you for being at home to me this afternoon, Miss Evans." The pleasure is all mine, Mr Lewes, it's not often that I have such a fine specimen of married, Victorian, manhood come calling. How is the state of matrimony treating you?" "Frustratingly, Miss Evans. What with the domed skirts, the hooped crinolines, the chemises, the drawers, the bloomers, the bodices and all that flouncing, tiers, and lace it's a near miracle if I ever encounter spousal flesh." "And you all nattily attired in. She immediately felt a little disorientated and vulnerable.He led her gently to the sofa and sat her down. She heard him move away and then realised he was drawing the curtains. The idea of the room now being dark made her feel a little less exposed. She heard him rustling about a little in front of her and then he helped her back to her feet. He led forward a couple of paces and then softly told her she needed to get onto all fours. He helped her forward and she realised she was climbing onto.