"She abruptly paused, making smoldering eye contact. Jack became so self- conscious about the telltale bulge at his crotch that he helplessly blushed....So," Betsy now continued, her voice dropping into a smoky register, "what're you waiting for, Jackie honey? Aren't you gonna give your old auntie a great, big, wet kiss?"Now, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like a nervous little boy, Jack muttered, "Well, uh, gee, I dunno, Aunt Betsy."While he was still hemming and hawing, Betsy. I see the wetness i left on her ear, shining in the glow of the room. i look at her face some more, her black hair, her warm neck, such a special place for us. she has gone into a zone i know so well. her hands return to her breasts and she pulls on her nipples some more, roughly, tugging, making them hard again. this time she means it, and lets out a soft, ‘ohh…’ i watch as she pleasures herself, seemingly in her own private world, as if i wasn’t there at all. but this is her show-and-tell. i. So we found ourselves outside in the dark, mostly being lit by the flames. That was when Joanna asked Linda if she would like to ‘sleep’ with George because she wanted to ‘sleep’ with me.Linda’s reply was ‘yes’. And there followed an eerie silence as what had been said sunk in to one and all. Everyone had a drink as they contemplated what the girls had said and agreed.‘Okay’, I said, ‘what do we do now’? A good question since none of us had done this before.Finally Joanna suggested that George. She must of liked me sucking it as her breathing became long and deep, I felt her other hand push down between us feeling for my cock. She turned on to her side to get a better feel of my cock with her other tit hitting me on the face.Her hand slowly slid along my cock and on to my balls as she pulled my tighter on to her tit. My mother somehow lifted herself up and turned me on to my back with her nipple still being sucked, the weight of her tit squashing in to my face.“Fuck me will you”“Lets.