Maybe I should call her or stop back at her office and drop it off. Aw, fuck it. Her mistake is my gain.I'm not much of a champagne drinker but it wou...d somehow feel good drinking what was obviously some high priced gift that wasn't meant for me. As I settled in for the evening and headed for my computer I stopped in the kitchen and popped open the bubbly and poured a tall glass into my beer mug. I sipped away at it as the computer filled with images of women in varying poses, and varying acts.. I said sure and took my towel and got ready for again seeing my aunt taking bath. She took some dirty clothes for washing. The lake was not very far from the house. Now it was almost evening and there was no one around. We reached the lake and it was kind of dark now. I was happy as there was no one there so my aunt can have a bath without having to cover as much.She asked me to give my clothes which I was wearing so that she can clean that up. I gave her my t-shirt. She then asked for my pants. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since.I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures I have to. .-The taste of her wetness floods his mouth as she cums. He can feel her heat on his tongue. His lust takes over as her climbs higher on the bed and positions himself over her. He kisses her so she can taste the waves of her orgasm on his lips. She responds by kissing him back even harder, her tongue probing the mouth that just moments before was propelling her to new heights. As they kiss he positions his cock at her opening, she doesn't seem to notice, instead focusing on the touch of their.