God she felt amazing. I started to slowly move my hips, sliding my cock in and out. As I slid in, I was only able to get five inches of it in her beca...se of the position.“Mmm Jack...what are you doing” mom mumbled.I continued sliding in and out of her but not fast at all. I didn‘t want to cum quick so I went nice and slow. I wanted her to cum all over my cock before I came in her.“Jack...please stop...we can’t...you’re my son” her voice trembled.I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.“I know. ‘Huh?’ Even though Doug had hot fantasies several times a day about fucking his aunt, he had never figured out how to talk with her without stumbling on his words. ‘Dougie, look at me.’ Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the table. On the way to looking her in the face, Doug’s gaze passed up Amanda’s bust. Today, she was wearing a tight silk blouse that buttoned up the back. It hugged her tummy and seemed to cup her fat breasts for Doug’s pleasure. Amanda was petite- only a little over 5 feet. " You have a different class?" Yeah. I'll see you at lunch though." Good."I smiled, wanting to kiss her – or something – I was confused – but the hall was filled with other girls, and I'm sure it would've been strange. I reached and touched her hand."Bye." Yeah. Bye." Come on. We'll be late," said Renee.We were crossing the green. Renee said, "So, you like Hannah?" Yes. I think so. She was mean to me yesterday, but you two are being very nice today." We didn't know you yesterday, and you were. It's for me."Her jaw dropped just a little bit. "Well, I don't understand," she said, "what are you looking for? Are you in a comedy production?" No, I just like to wear tutus," I said.She took a breath, and then said, "Well, do you want a romantic or a classical tutu?" I don't know," I said, "What's the difference?" The romantic is like the long skirts worn in Giselle. The classical is the straighter, shorter style worn by ballerinas in productions like Swan Lake." Like the ones in Swan Lake,.