" I said leaning back into the cool leather of the booth.She nodded and I smiled watching her ass as she walked away, she was asking me for an ID and ... very much doubted she was old enough to be working here. Looking around the bar I considered the patrons, half a dozen weren't worth a second glance considering the state of their clothes and the fact they were in a dive like this.Identifying several different marks I leaned back into the booth and just watched. Lifting wallets from drunks was. I leant over and started to kiss her and she responded in kind, and thanked me for making her so happy again.Then I had a naughty thought, it was so wrong of me, but as Uncle Tony was still standing there watching, and still not stopping us, I couldn't help myself but whisper in her ear."Aunt Kristie, I love you, and I want to put my big hard cock right in your little tight asshole" and the reason this was wrong, was because she had told me she had never had anal sex, and she really didn't want. By my Senior. college year I was totally into incest, mostly mother/son. The observation I made about the books which served to fuel my rod, was that those with incest were of people who loved and cared for one another. The rest of the porno literature made more of the physical mechanics and how many beds and combos could be done with the stock of characters in the story. The non-incest were, for the most part, too dry, no emotion, lacking of feelings for the partner. The best part of making. He seemed to be a happy baby already and didn’t mind the fuss of being handed around for pictures.I tried to suppress the tears but was not totally successful as I held the bundle of joy. My family was growing and I was proud. I wondered how it was possible to be happy and sad at the same time. I was sad that I could not have a baby but overjoyed that my mates were able to and that I was able to call them family.I sent Jake and Mindy a text with a picture, “Hi Uncle Jake and Aunt Mindy, my name.