I have a lot of ass toys in my motorhome. Even some you may like.”Me: “I think I will leave the ass toys to you. That’s really awesome and kinky...of you. Your piercings, your clothing, your sex drive… I think it’s amazing.”Mom: “Thank you for understanding baby… I love it. I love the piercing in my nipples and my clit. I love being really really naughty.”Me: “How naughty? Tell me a story about how naughty my mother can be…”Mom: “Ha. Do you think you can handle it? Are you sure?”Me: “Of Course… I. Her tongue parted my lips, entwined with mine, and she held me there. When she broke the kiss, she looked up at me and said, ever so softly, “I love you, Uncle Donnie, more than anyone, or anything, good night.” I stood, stunned, as I watched her tight ass sway, until it disappeared into her room. I took note that she didn’t close her door, so I didn’t close mine, either. I lay awake for a while, thinking of unthinkable thoughts. ‘Damn! She’s my niece. I changed her diapers. I watched her. If she let it happen, just relaxed the whipped reminders a little and held Mae off, Andy would stroll coolly right up to her.Once, she had even let Andy rub himself against her while Mae roared his displeasure at the affront. That could be it. For the trick she could let Andy come up to her... and what? Wrestle with him? Well, then how could she use the whip to control Mae? Couldn't be done.Suddenly Joan had an inspiration. What if she let Mae eat while she played with Andy? How about that?. Stacey squeezed and clenched me tighter with every last stroke, while her hips moved so forcefully that I wondered at moments if another Texas switch had put Xenia Onatopp in my bed. Well, that or a fucking succubus! Stacey lived up to the gingers’ fierce reputation as passionate lovers and then some. In any case, I was the prey, not the predator, here and I knew it. I was the mouse, not the cat. Stacey was absolutely the aggressor.Wow, I thought, much like Jason Biggs’ character from American.