I pulled back, free of her clit. "Nohands. If you use your hands, I'm going to stop."She pulled her hands away.I went back to my work. She didn't have...any real taste or smell. Thetexture of her head was soft and spongy, with a hard underside, exactlyas I expected my own cock to feel. I tried to mimic what she had donefor me. Short stroke, long stroke, long stroke, short stroke, move thetongue around, etc... She was moaning constantly. I don't know if itwas for my benefit, or hers.I felt her. Do that.I sigh and reach for the tissues. The cum is already turning cold on thetops of my fingers. I remember last night. I remember part of that -tasting the girl cum. And my own cum. I stare. My dick stirs feebly atthe thought. The thought of tasting my own cum. And I look at it. Atmy hand. At the nearly clear liquid on my fingers. No. I won't. Ican't. I've mostly used condoms in my life but this one semi-seriousrelationship, we ditched and went bare. I avoided oral with her. My balls were slapping her ass and she raised up her bottom to meet my every thrust . I went in as deep as I could .I felt something could I be penetrating her cervix .I thought as I made wild passionate to my future wife . Becky moaned loudly Fuck me! Oh, god, yes. Yes! Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, honey, Oh God I'M COMING!" She shouted at the top of her lungs . Ah fuck me harder make me cum ah oh God yes. Becky's body shook and shuddered as she felt a wave of orgasm coming on . I'm going to cum. Then I asked, “Can we do it the first time with Aunt Christine taking pictures of us? That excited me this evening.”Mom called her sister and told her of my request.When Aunt Christine arrived, things became very organized in her mind. Mom and I got nude, we each used the toilet with Mom holding my dick, and then Mom douched while I sat on the floor inches from her crotch. We showered washing the other one and then we got on the bed. With Aunt Christine inches from Mom’s pussy I sank my cock.