" I couldn't resist a little dig. Shelley smiled now."It's more probable that you whisked her away so that you could renew your acquaintance." She sai... this in a way that imbued 'renewing our acquaintance' with overtones. "Anyway, Henry wants to see you when he gets in." On the carpet again?" I expect so. Probably a spanked bottom as well."Henry was quite happy when I saw him. Antonia had suggested that I use the head-ache excuse and had left a message on his voice mail apologising. Henry had. We drove far out of town, me gasping and forcing myself to remain focused on the road, him shoving two fingers in and out of my dripping wet cunt. The scenery gradually became less populated by buildings and signs of life. There were trees and overgrown weeds on either side of the road. He directed me down a partially obscured drive. The path was a bit bumpy and I had to take it slow. The only sounds were the radio and my own heavy breathing. We drove deeper into the woods, finally coming to a. I have done it in the corridor, my aunt walking in front of me. I tried to get her to come out, but she would not, besides Fred always appeared on the scene. My delight was to get in the way when I knew there was the best chance of his seeing her alone. So we baulked each other.There was some military inspection not far from us, Fred was going in his uniform, with my aunt, cousins and self, and all but two servants were allowed to go. The carriage was at the door when I was taken short, and. I fell to my knees before her. I grabbed her legs, gripping her tight. I pushed her thighs apart. I stared at her wet bush, her pink labia peeking through those golden curls. She groaned, her tits heaving as she shuddered. I pulled on her, drawing her rump to the edge of the bed.“Sean,” she groaned as my hands slid up her silky, wet thighs. I leaned in. “Oh, god, I’m your mother.”“Yes, you are,” I groaned, inhaling, smelling a tangy, feminine musk rising over the sweet perfume of her bubbles..