Though my heart pounded in my chest as if trying to break free, I answered in the only way I could - the way she expected."Yes, my love."I was rewarde... with another tender kiss. Gentle pressure on my shoulders from those elegantly slender, silk-sheathed hands brought me to my knees as surely as a piledriver would have done.The soft, slippery fabric of her silken evening gown settled over my head, leaving me alone in the dark, with only her scent and her heat for my guide. It was sufficient. Her. By that time the proud shell-shaped boobs looked like purple spheres mounted on narrower bristling stems. To Super-Woman the torture was incredibly painful. Unable to see what was happening, she had the impression that her breasts were severed from her torso, or about to explode from internal pressure. Indeed, because of her "armored" skin, the barbs could not pierce it nor cause arm. All the pain came from the crushing of her glands and the unbearable internal pressure.When they had finished. I wanted him so badly, I could feel a dull ache within myself. I stood up and pressed my lips onto his as he slid his arms around my waist, squeezing my body tightly while trying to shove a finger up my asshole. Rubbing his cock against me, he very softly placed his tongue inside my mouth giving me the sweetest, most passionate kiss I had in years. Then he bent me over, forcing me to support myself on the sink as he spread my legs apart, lifted my skirt and rammed that mighty nine inches of. She was trying to decide if she should answer me or not. Finally she replied, “Yes! He slapped me around a little but I sucked his dirty cock after he fucked the neighborhood slut.”I asked, “By the way, who is the neighborhood slut?”Mom giggled and said, “Your Aunt Jane, of course. She’ll let anybody fuck her. She isn’t the least bit fussy.”I asked. “Would she let me fuck her? I’m a virgin and my friends all laugh at me. Can I skip school today and go down to Aunt Jane’s house?”Mom smiled and.