Listening to this my aunt went away inside, calmly looking at me. I took my friend to the terrace, which needs to pass though the kitchen door for the...steps. We chatted for more than an hour. It was about 8.30pm when vikas said “ok I will leave now and we will meet tomorrow” and left. By then, I saw that the two kids had there dinner and were fast asleep. Normal bed time for my aunt and kids was 8pm, as they need to wakeup early and leave to office and school by 8am. But my aunt was waiting for. In sixth grade, my mother’s wine parties disintegrated from four or five women down to two, then down to just my mom drinking wine alone. She became verbally nasty to me when she had had more than two glasses, most often calling me names like “Skinny”, “Toothpick”, “String Bean”, and “Miss Scarecrow”. When dad got home he used to sit and listen to me cry, rub my back, and tuck me in. At first mom was a nice drunk to dad but after about two years of drinking alone, she would rip daddy a new one. Before realizing it, she bent at the waist and demanded, “Fuck me from behind.”Dylan was shocked by her language and by the suggestion. Standing up, he grasped her thighs and pushed his erection into her slick trench. She grunted loudly, as his tool slid into her. She was so well lubricated that he quickly found a fast rhythm, and their bodies crashed together. “Wait a second,” she demanded, straightening up and forcing him to bend his knees. His cock slipped from her dripping bush, but he held. . finally, Daddy cock! And with that, Daddy pressed into me hard and deep, I felt it sharply, not quite painful but forceful enough to really feel it stretch and fill me instantly. Now, I'm not into being hurt but I do love to be taken, owned, used like a toy for Daddy's amusement and sexual pleasure. I love to be posed and directed, challenged and fucked senseless then rewarded with sweet, hot Daddy cum!And that's exactly what I got. Really starting to fuck me, Daddy pounded my tight pussy.