Her eyes were now closed. “It doesn’t hurt too badly” she whispered and opened her eyes. “I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. I started thru...ting slowly. She had a cocky little smile on her face. “What?” I asked slightly confused. “I’m not a little lamb Benjamin Douglas” I grinned and began sliding deep inside her. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly. Its heat radiated out onto my cock. She was so tight, yet I was able to slide my cock in and out of her. I decided to give her a run for her. She pulled back to capture the head, staring into his eyes as he spurted, taking his load, letting it fill her mouth, sealing her lips to not allow a drip. When he finished she sucked the remaining dribble then pulled up and looked at him. Her face split into a wide, sexy, satisfied smile. As she did, she allowed the semen to spill from her mouth, dripping down her chin to her chest. "Like that?" she asked as the clear and milky fluid hung in stretchy strands from her face to the wet stains on. Assuming he knew what his mother's answer would be, Tim called his aunt back and told her Molly wasn't feeling well and that she was sorry, but she would have to miss dinner. Tim declined for himself as well, secretly imaging the torture of light-hearted conversation with the newlyweds while all the while thinking about what had happened with him and his mother. Instead, he then wished his aunt and her new husband a wonderful honeymoon and promised that his mother would love to catch-up as soon. His smooth slightly tan stomach was left free, held down only by our hands. As we washed him with spring water and shaved away all of what little body hair he had with one of our spare razors (paying close attention to the groin and balls which had only a few short blond hairs). We then shaved his beautiful short brown hair and eye brows. Finally we got out the tools we would need for the prep (a flay knife from kens kitchen, our dads propane blow torch, a large empty bowl and a bowl of diced.