I then said ” aunt I have to go ” but she smiled and said” not so soon boy I still have to fulfill my fantasy” . I was confused and she went a...d switched off the lights. I was scared .She then came back and asked me to turn back and relax . I was scared how could I relax. I asked what are you gonna do? She said you will love it. I said ok. And then she asked me to sit in doggy position . I said why she grabbed my balls and said sit. I had no option but to sit and I sat.She then said don’t move. We reminisced about things we used to do as k**s, songs we made up, dances we went to and crazy relationships we'd been having. We moved out of the kitchen after finishing a nice dinner of meatloaf and rice a roni, proudly cooked by me and appreciatively enjoyed by my lovely ex. She was mocking me for using ketchup with my meatloaf like the c***d that I am, prompting me to shrug and sigh at her blatant anti Heinz agenda.The couch beckoned us, familiar and yet new. After all our relationship was. Gosh, what am I thinking? she thought to herself. Of course that would be weird. What is getting into me? This is crazy. I’m not some kind of a sexed-up slut. But all of the sudden, I’m having ridiculous thoughts. I’m a good girl, I really am. I can be sexy without it getting out of control… I just have to think straight.But before she could finish her thought, though, Rob intervened.“Do you want to feel sexy?” he asked.“Yes,” Sophie said, rather obediently. It was almost as if her brain turned. It barely covered her most private parts, concealing but revealing at the same time. Moving his fingertips under the edge of the G-string, Donny found wetness--wetness far more creamy and smooth than the lotion he had been using. Exploring further, he found another furrow, one that was wide and gaping and slick with juices. Donny knew what it was, and his hands trembled from the knowledge. He knew that last he had his hands on his mother's pussy and that his most erotic of dreams were now.