Everytime he mentioned him I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed her knuckles. When we reached the doorstep we were out of things to talk about... But I still didn't want to let go of her hand. I don't know why but I leaned closer to her, her grip on my hand got tighter and before my lips could touch hers she moved her head. "No," she said, but I brushed my head next to her cheek and her grip got even tighter. My cheek was to her chin but I felt a slight nudge as if she were trying to push. At that time (I was probably six or seven years old) my sensations were purely genital and non sexual and I didn't know about sex and orgasms at the time. It only felt nice to touch and be touched on my thing (my word for pussy and pee hole) and buds (my word for breasts then).Of course this fantasy accompanied me throughout my life and development and when I grew enough and knew what sex is and that I could enjoy orgasms; my experience with the tailor evolved to her giving me orgasms and. This is all how the real game begins.One night I was chatting with a guy from mumbai, and he asked me to make fake of her aunt, he shared the aunt’s pic, I asked him to send her clear face pic, so he did, and he demanded to see his aunt in gang bang, I made it in 15min, it was real like pic, he was amazed and asked me more, the whole night we had great chat on that lady, and later he confessed that the lady was his own real mom, and he was mom lover too, then I told him about my incest fantasy. I asked, actually more like demanded, to know what she thought she was doing and told her to stop. She gave me a quick smile, a wink and with a laugh she backed out onto the road, leaving me dressed only in a tee shirt and sandals."Relax," she said. "Remember under the blanket? Didn't you have fun?" I had to admit that I had. "Well then, you're going to have a good time now."We drove off in broad daylight. Fortunately the truck was higher than cars and after a while I became more comfortable.We.