Mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Phir kaise toh main control kia or so gaya. Subah sab uth gaye the. Phir meri nind khuli toh dekha ki 11 baj gaye the. Ta...hi aunty mere paas aayi or boli ki Sonu tu kitna sota hain maine kaha ki abhi bhi meri nind puri nahi hui hai main thak chuka hu. To aunty boli thick hai or thodi der soja. Maine kaha thik hai or main phir so gaya. Baad main main 1 baje uth gaya mujhe koi najar nahi aa rha tha main uth ke hall main gaya toh aunty tv dekh rahi thi. Main unke paas. Concrete, lightly stained walls, eyelets and rings mounted everywhere, and a sturdy metal door straight out of some bad period prison film. The only other feature was the hanging bare bulb above him, which almost on cue flickered as he watched. A few minutes later it did so again, with an almost comical "tink" sound. Then again. And again. It kept flickering at seemingly random intervals, never predictable, wearing on his unusually bleary mind.Time passed while he tried to figure out how he had. When your time comes to party Scott and I will take you out and treat you to a few beers." Maybe you ought to open a couple of them right now. It may help us get through this mess." She began scraping the dishes and handing them to me while she spoke."Where would you find room to fit anything more in your stomach?" I have a bigger stomach than you, child. I'm old enough I don't care about my figure any more." You aren't any older that Pops, and he's the youngest old fart on the planet.. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice throaty, a sultry purr. She shivered. “Where are we going?”“We're going to make your mother into the whore she is,” I growled, shoving my cock into my boxers then yanking up my pants. “It's time for your daddy to be a man.”“You're going to go where mom is? I mean, she's with...” My son swallowed.“With the cocksucker she's fucking?” I growled. I was free. No more muzzling myself. No more swallowing my pride. My words. My emotions. “Yeah, that's where we're.