”“Uhhh...”“Like sitting in your boxers when you’re at the desk in your office.”I opened the cupboard and scanned what was left of the cere...l boxes. “What’s wrong with that? It’s my room.”“Your granddaughter. Amy.”“Why not ‘ours’? Didn’t you have a hand in making her mother?”My wife put down her coffee. “Yours - when she’s bad.”I thought back to six years before. Believing everyone was downstairs and I clicked on Pornhub. I was watching some cutie giving a blow job in the back of a moving van. I. I pulled her saree (Indian dress) from her body and thrown it on the floor. She tried to stand but in vain I gripped her hard and started pulling her petticoat (langa). She was crying, Don’t do this to me I am your Aunti. I said, You are Aunti but a woman first, let me satisfy you so that you don’t need to finger yourself. She caught her langa tightly. But I overpowered her and it was torn in Between. I pressed her legs with my legs and could feel the heat from her cunt it was now stark naked. Andy felt the wonderful wet warmth and shook in excitement as his own elderly mother wanked him off.She gasped a few times as her hand moved up and down his hot, hard cock.“God! How I wanted to do this when you were still at home,” she groaned, “The nights I lay in bed when your father was out, rubbing my wet pussy thinking about your wonderful young cock, and now I finally get it.”She then bent down and lifted Andy’s cock to her lips. Her mouth enveloped him and he felt the scrap of her teeth. It's a reallyhigh quality wig, a dark reddish blonde in a color that Grandma ended upnot liking and I've never seen her wear it. I don't think she even knowsits gone from her closet. (I hope!)I put the wig on first, since that's what starts the whole process forme. Then it's completely out of my boy clothes. I spray a little bit ofperfume and try to catch the mist as it falls on me. As I stand theretotally naked with my blonde wig on, Jennifer starts to appear. I slipinto my panties and bra. I.