Behind the flour-dusted apron, she wore her light summer weight dress that always made her look like a librarian. The athletic curves of her cute body...were only just about visible under its style. Her hair was clipped back in a low knot that showed off her neck nicely. She looked very well."Did you miss me?" I asked.Her face softened almost completely, due in no small way to the aura of command that I was putting out, "Oh, of course I did! I was really worried when you didn't come back. I just. My twitching prostate was getting pummeled now and that wonderfully deep tickle had begun, radiating from somewhere deep in my boi pussy. My cum swollen testicles quivered and convulsed as my own sissy-gasm began to erupt. "OH MY GAWWD!!! You're making me c-c-cummMMMM!! Ahhhnnnn!! Oh fuck!! Oh Gawwwwdd you're making my b-butthole or-g-g-gasm! Oh Daddy! Fuck my faggot pussy!" I was panting and exhaling my filthy words in broken sobs. His thrusts knocked the air out of me each time he humped into. Gin and sunshine,” Aunt Amy cooed, fingering her sex. “Plus a gorgeous boy with a hard-on. I can’t refuse…”It was surreal as, with my fist pumping my cock, I got onto the lounger with my aunt, the structure groaning under the added load as I shifted about so I could aim the cock-head at her body.“That’s it,” murmured my aunt, her stare on my dick. “Just slide it in, Carl. Nice and slow to start with, darling. Let me feel every inch. Take it easy. I want to commit this to memory. God, imagine,. I thought about interrupting, but as this would be their last moment, I decided to let them have it. Not that I owed either of them anything, but those that knew me often said that I often had a softer touch than others would in the same situation.After they reached their climax and slumped against each other I gave them about 10 seconds to catch their breath before I spoke.“Enjoy yourself?”“Jason!”“Dad!”That’s right. My wife was having an affair with my own son. My own son had disrespected me.