Shaking her head, she pushed herself away from her big brother. Christian looked at her in disbelief. She was moving away from him. ‘No Alex…pleas... don’t,’ he thought. ‘D…Dad’s right Christian,’ she stuttered a bit trying to talk instead of cry, ‘we can’t do this. It’s…wrong, just a big mistake.’ Every word she spoke was laced with pain. Her eyes never left the floor. Alexia feared seeing the same pain that she was feeling in her brother’s eyes. ‘That’s right Alexia, good girl. You know what’s. "Don't waste this opportunity, stud," Aunt Cassie said, giving my cock a firm squeeze before sitting back down just as Mom entered the living room.All weekend I had pondered the many different ways to fuck my Mom. A dozen times, I went to just take her, yet every time I was in the same room with her I chickened out. I couldn't cross the invisible line of i****t even though I knew she was willing, eager and submissive.On Monday, I decided to go see Aunt Cassie at her school after dinner. You crossed your arms under the face towel as if it were a pillow, and waited. The masseuse started some soft music and popped open a bottle of lotion. You could see his reflection in the picture window of the hotel room and he was rubbing his hands together to warm the lotion. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. His body was long and lean. You could tell that he was confident that he would please you.He spoke quietly, wanting to relax you. He told you how beautiful your body was and how. The woman on the bed said Please don't hurt my husband besides she invited us. Why did she have to say that, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! I felt like the world biggest moron, married to a slut. Could my day get any worse?As we all stood there, I asked the guys wife, was the whore any good? She said, yes, and she has been getting better each time we fuck. That was news to me, my soon to be ex wife was a carpet munched.I looked at the lover's wife and said, thanks for that. At least you're honest enough to.