The look on her face was priceless. If I wasn’t so ready to murder her and brave the consequences, I’d snap a picture to preserve that look. She w...s shocked to her core that I’d talk to her like that. “John,” she started in an unsteady whisper. “I ... Why didn’t you tell me that...”“Why didn’t I tell you that I despise the way you keep pushing me and Cecilia together? Why didn’t I tell you I had no interest in a house? I fucking DID! You don’t listen. You got your way. What difference does it. It was cool now instead of cold. The hot water we had should make comfortable."Max," Aunt Mart said from the back door, "Take one of these!"I looked up to see my favorite Aunt naked and standing in the doorway with two more buckets of water. I ran back to get one of the buckets."Why are you still dressed?" she asked."I dunno," I mumbled feeling foolish."Well strip down, nephew. I want to wash you."At least I remembered to put down the bucket before removing my clothes.Aunt Marti poured some of. When I got it within her grasp she guided me into her slit, I slid easily inside feeling for the first time in my life the inside of a woman on my cock. Mom was really wet and I simply slid in and began thrusting. I was reveling in the sensation, warm, wet, feeling her hair press up against me down there. I was pulled out of my revere by her voice. “Does your little man like being inside of mommy? I grunted and thrust. Mom grunted back and commented “ohh, not that little are we?” then she said. The steps are so obvious. First, I'll start indulging my idle whims, then satisfying my baser appetites, and finally, acting out my most perverse fantasies." I know this is all true. Yet the effort of not using the power is getting to be more than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding..