I was pistoning my hard cock in and out of her pussy.We both were experiencing extreme pleasure, pure pleasure. I hurriedly removed her blouse and lef... it just like that. I pulled her bra cups down and clutched her left breast with my right hand. I squeezed her breast and was going on fucking her hard.Aunty was moaning loudly. I too was moaning. The sensation my hard cock was feeling was just mind-boggling. Aunty screamed loudly and was bucking her hips in rhythm to my fucking. Aunty then. If there was, I couldn't see it.On Wednesday morning we were no sooner out of my driveway when she said, "Honey we have a problem."Don't you just love conversations that start that way?"What kind of problem, Shelly?" I asked warily."The-us-not-having-sex-for-three-days-and-I'm-climbing-the-walls- kind," she replied."Oh," I said brightly."Yeah, oh, you got me addicted to the Kong and it's your responsibility to see that I get a fix any time I need one. Got it?"I got it. I teased her all the way. “Don’t be silly mom. You can visit with Mark. I’ll be home on Monday. How long were you planning on staying?” Dawn countered.As Jean listened to her daughter talk she cringed, recalling the dream she had three days before. Jean’s husband had died seven years ago and she’d mourned the loss for several years. She still missed him and she missed the touch of her man the random sex. Lately she began having sexual dreams and many of them involved her Son In-Law, Mark.Three days ago she woke up from. She’s grown into a beautiful, sexy woman now, but she was no less back then. We were both very bold in terms of our dressing and attitude.We didn’t give a fuck about what people thought of us. We’d often wear crop tops and shorts when going out and backless dresses when partying in clubs. We talked about everything, intimate stuff included. We talked about our first times, about how our boyfriends did in bed, and literally everything.Even after being so close, I wasn’t attracted to her that.