My mom started touching me. Just a little at first, letting her fingers wander around my body. She liked to hug me and would run her hands under my sh...rt and feel my back and chest. She liked to feel my legs up and down. I liked it, and never told anyone the way ‘we’ liked to hug. She would pull my face into her tits and move my head all them. Her hands got bolder over time. She started waiting for me when I got out of the shower. Then the hugging went a little further each time. Now she was. It wasn't long before I stood beside her in just my pantyhose too. She reached out and stroked my cock through the nylon. It was already hard and precum was spreading on the front of my pantyhose. She pulled me to the bedroom and lying on the bed she begged me to lick her pussy through the nylon. I love licking pussy and dropped to my knees and went straight to work on hers. It was already wet with anticipation and her pantyhose were soaked with pussy juice. It tasted great and after a few. Her form was a beguiling rise and fall of lush curves, and he felt arousal beginning toswell within him.He no longer felt any great sense of disgust at himself for acting in such a tender manner towards his aunt, but at the same time he saw no value in continuing to behave that way towards her either. Especially if it meant the risk of backsliding in her attitude and behaviour. In fact he was almost doing her a favour if he acted coldly and callously towards her; she had instantly relaxed when. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better when I was twenty years younger and in the appropriate uniform, but there was no doubt that my hair would pass an inspection. I walked slowly back to the computer, thinking.Whether he realized it or not, my old buddy had sent me a program conferring absolute power within its reach, and I knew the bromides about power and corruption. I was both elated and scared as I.