Aunt Millie greeted us at the door."Well look at you two. I can't believe how you've grown!" She pulled us in to a group hug and squeezed us tightly t... her ample bosom. After our dad had left us, Aunt Millie never talked to him again. She didn't even go to his funeral because, in her words, " of what he did to you kids." "Now, go put your things in your rooms and come back out here for lunch. We're having Tofu Dogs and a carrot salad." We forgot Aunt Millie was a vegetarian. Despite having. First he used one finger, then two and then four. I moaned and enjoyed that very much and watched him opening my asshole in the mirror. Then he came beside me pulled me back on the leash spits my face and whispered in my ear "massage my cock and balls while i spit your face and let you watch the spit run down your whoreface". I said "yes Peter" and ejoyed to wank his cock while he spits my face and forced me to watch it. As his cock was rock hard again he gets behind me and start fucking me. Standing square before me, she looped her fingers in and eased her panties off her hips. I watched them fall down her legs as she stepped from them. From her calves to her toned thighs, I paused at the cleft of her bare sex. The mound of her smooth pubic bone flared so delicately between her legs.“Take a good look houseboy, feast your eyes.”She wanted me to look from the soft angular features of her face down her elegant neck and broad shoulders. Looking me squarely in the eyes, she reached. She moved her hand back up and unbuttoned my slacks and unzipped them and slid her hand inside. I groaned loudly as she took hold of my cock and started to lead me out of the kitchen. We went into the hallway and I knew we were on our way to her bedroom. As soon as we were inside and she'd closed the door behind us, she pushed me back onto the bed. I just lay there dumbfounded, as she unbuttoned my shirt and then pulled my slacks and boxers down. I was now lying on my back with my cock.