" Well," she said as her fingers slowly crept up my thigh toward my cock, "maybe I can show my appreciation in some other way."We both watched in sile...ce as she gingerly traced the outline of my hard cock with her fingertips. And she grinned coyly when she found the head and rubbed it slowly through the material. She was driving me nuts."Kathleen," I rasped, "maybe we shouldn't be doing this." Well, my Dear, I hear your voice objecting, but I see your penis responding otherwise. Are you. After finding out that I was staying in a motel along Interstate 70, Aunt Hattie insisted I stay with her. Later that I day, I checked out of my motel and moved to Aunt Hattie’s old but stately home.The next day, I made contact with Ronnie and he was very surprised but happy to hear from me, after all these years. We made plans to get together, the following day.That evening, Aunt Hattie made a delicious dinner, followed by cocktails. Relaxing over our drinks, we continued to reminiscence over. I was putting on a show for them.They tried to take pictures, and I said, “No photos.” The new guy came close. He started massaging my boobs with one hand and my ass with the other hand. I have had sex many times before, with my bf, my boss, etc. So a man touching me is not new.But this guy’s hands were too rough. And that on my soft boobs made me moan. By the way, the new guy also was of similar age as the other guy. Both were dark, had bellies and beards. The old guy was stroking his dick. ”“I know what you mean,” she said quietly, “Mom really is a very pretty woman, isn’t she?”“She is.”“You’re not bad either.”“Huh?” I was a bit taken aback by this.“Never mind.”I could not tell if she was blushing or simply being angry with herself for something. I did not know what to say. Should I be complementing her back? Because she was decidedly a very beautiful young woman in her own right. This small new nose ring she sported nowadays made her even more cute somehow.The colour that had.