I didn’t want him to get out of control. So slowly moved him to other rooms and before we go down stairs he asked ‘Amutha can I use your bathroom ...or a while’ and I said for sure use the bedroom one, I will go down and wait for you. He went in and locked the room. I went inside to take my handbag to give him the credit card details and heard some noise in the bathroom. I went close and put my year close to the door and was shocked (but I don’t blame him). I could hear him masturbating while. I feel underdressed. Or maybe undressed. I feel like he can see through me, not just my clothes, but into my being to the places no one should see. “Can I help you?” I ask, thankful my voice doesn’t waver.“Good morning, Natalie,” he says, holding out a perfect hand. His nails are trimmed, the cuticles neat. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under. “I wish I had a son,” she said while I was kissing her neck.“Naughty Theresa,” I said.“No, not for that reason. I always wanted to have a son. Walter and I tried for so long, but it never happened.”Still in my arms, I said, “If it is not too late in your life, I would be very proud to give you a baby boy.”“You would do that for me, Jason?”“I would do anything for you! Now that we are alone I can tell you that you are my favorite aunt. Don’t tell Randi this but when I was much younger, I had. I drop down and put my arms under her shoulders. I kiss her shoulders and her neck and finally her cheek. I grind into her. “Oh Tabatha. You feel so good.”She kisses me on the cheek and hugs me back. After a few minutes I hoist myself back up into a more orthodox missionary position. She makes noises like she is in pain or in danger of coming. I’m not sure which, but I assume the latter and keep fucking her. I can’t hold back much longer anyway. We start to build up a momentum and I.