“Papabear! No! Someone might see!” you say.You cry out sharply as you feel the flat of my hand spank your ass cheek.“What did you just say, litt...e one?” I sternly ask.“Um-m-m-m-m…n-n-n-othing Papabear,” you stutter as I begin to thrust in and out of you.I grab your hips and begin to thrust harder and faster. You have always been so tight and no matter how wet you are your pussy still grips my long shaft like a glove. Looking down I can see my cock being swallowed up by your pussy. You feel so. The photos of manatees and porpoises on the walls disappeared, to be replaced with op-art color splatches. Her finely made queen sized bed became a workmanlike twin with a matress hard enough to handle the constant use it got. Mirrors appeared on all walls and the ceiling. Her closet was emptied, to be filled with trashy clothes that had but one purpose, to advertise the body they covered. Sneakers and sensible dress shoes along the closet floor were replaced with innumerable pairs of. Finally, i saw him come home, apparently shaken and distraught. Idecided to confront him. I briefly considered waiting for Wanda to getback (she was out doing some shopping which for her, can be an all dayaffair), but realized that if I couldn't handle one irate 14 year old alonethen I would be of no use fighting the forces of darkness.I walked into his room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking outthe window. "Hey, little brother, what's up?"He turned to me. His eyes were. While he was in his final few months of school and after he had turned 18, Brian was visiting his Aunt Em on a regular basis. The reason for this will be divulged as the story proceeds. He walked into the bedroom one day while his Aunt was breastfeeding. Her son was sucking greedily on her breast and Brian was hypnotized and couldn’t take his eyes off the spectacle Auntie Em placed her hand on his leg and slid it up his thigh. He jumped back, but she told him it was all right. She felt so horny.