... it's not like that," he stuttered.Jane was having none of it."It's not like what? Oh, I see, you haven't had a screw yet but youbought them in th... hope of having one! So who is she? That tart inher 20s at your office who thinks that the shorter her skirt, the moreintelligent she looks? Or whatshername over the road who'll shaganything with a pulse now her husband's left her?" No, no, no. I've told you, it's not like that. I'm not having anaffair or trying to have an affair. Please. She grabbed my hair while pushing her cunt forward on my fingers and let out a wail as her body trembled from her release. I continued tonguing her button as her pussy clamped on my fingers and her body shook. Finally Aunt Laura’s muscles relaxed and using both hands she lifted my head from her and looked into my eyes.“Were you pulling my leg Jim? You said you never did that before, then you’re a natural at eating pussy.”Smiling from her praise I attempted to resume my oral attention but Aunt. It should have been obvious, but it wasn’t. Not to me. And the epiphany I had then changed my world.I’ve always been able to adapt to changing circumstances. I credit that to having thirty mothers, instead of just one. I was like a chameleon, sometimes. So as she puttered around putting her toiletries in the bathroom and turning on the TV to find the weather channel, I did a lot of thinking. I did even more as she left to go try to get some takeout food from the café before it closed. She. I held her braids and pulled them to my hips. "You suck like a perfect slut, Lizvette." Part of her loved the dark side of our sex life together more than I did. For me it was something to keep under control. For her, it was spice and love play. "If you suck me like this every time and I will never miss your pussy, baby." In her state, twelve weeks pregnant, her pussy was months away from taking my cock. I wanted her to know I expected her mouth till then.She liked the compliment. I saw her.