I pulled at the bikini knots she had on each side causing them to unravel. I felt Aunt April rip the now unwoven bikini away. My hands clenched my mot...er’s ass cheeks spreading them wide open and firmly gripping as much of them in my palms as possible. A responding moan to me grabbing her ass let me know my mom wanted more. That’s when my aunt grabbed my harden cock, directing it towards my mom. Aunt April could feel the prominent veins coursing up my shaft as her hand positioned my head at my. "Surprisingly, he didn't get pissed at my accusation at all. He just said "I wish I was bullshitting you. I'd love to have just an averaged sized cock." "Okay buddy", I said, humoring him, "what are you packing 12?" No", he said, "it's not the length that's the problem. It's the girth." Well," I said, "girls have always told me that it's thickness that really counts. They love the fact that mine is nice and fat." Yeah," he said, "that's cool, but there's fat cock and there's fat cock... if you. When we’d visit home, we’d revert to our childhood rooms and sneak conjugal moments when the opportunity presented itself.Once Mom came upstairs when we were in the shower and I had to say through the door that Samuel was behind the curtain and I’d come because I had to pee. Everybody has some story about almost getting caught. My friend Stacy almost lost her black plastic sheet at a rainy football game, a much funnier story.Then there’s Samuel’s physical fitness story. We were home for. ”I fought the urge to say anything as I kept thrusting into her, slamming my girl-cock into her.I was trying to ignore the dozen or so guys that were watching, the two camera operators, the boom mic, the sound guy, a few other young men who moved cables around the bedroom we were in. Plus the actor playing “Kurt” watched. None of them looked excited. None of them were eager to see me cum. They were all so desensitized to fucking. This was just a job to them, and it made it so hard to feel.