Cathy walked over to his bed and sat down , she put her glasses on and examined the pants again " are you still,having trouble controlling yourself bi...ly " As she asked this she pulled back the covers on his bed , billy tried to hide his shameful hardon that was staring at his boxer shorts , "Move your hands billy , I'v told you not to cover up,in front of me no matter how dirty and embarrassing it is to get erect in from of a woman my age , especially your auntie " Billy moved his hands , his. Meg tossed her pretty head as he pulled viciously on her nicely twisted pony-tail and slapped her bare cheeks with his punishing hand. She enjoyed his degrading slurs and insults whispered in her ears as he sawed away inside her sensitive pucker hole with great abandon. By the time he released his copious juices up deep inside her core, her slender frame was racked with emotional gyrations which caused her to shudder in the greatest of depraved female pleasure. She hoped his mother would never. "You look like a little girl!" she exclaimed, eyeing my bare mound. "And those rings! It seems -- sluttish," Mom said. She was big on elliptical arguments, preferring to avoid outright confrontation. "Sluttish" really meant "totally inappropriate and not something my daughter should be doing, much less myself." Regardless, her hand had drifted near her bush, but she was poking at herself the same way she'd use a broom to dislodge a dead spider from a window.She was just so weird sometimes.. I gripped it in my fist and began to stroke her, timing the rhythm so I could keep her hard without making her cum just yet.“Can we . . . change . . . positions?” she asked as I fucked her.“To what?” I asked, not breaking the pace.“I wanna . . . be on . . . top,” she said.“OK,” I agreed.I withdrew again with great emotional reluctance. Fucking her was so wonderful I never wanted it to stop, even for a moment. But what my girl wanted, my girl got. I lay down on the bed, on my back, with my cock.