"Oh don't stop Jay. Keep fucking your mother. Ohhhh I'm gonna cum, my lovely teenage son.I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!"My mom's pussy convulsed one last time... drawing inward, before exploding its contents into my waiting mouth.Her body shuddered with waves of pleasure, while I hungrily drank all of her cum.We layed there for a minute, with her recovering from her intense orgasm, before she said, "We should better get downstairs, before everyone starts wondering what's happened to us."I agreed, and we. "My aunt wriggled and groaned, eyes closing while her jaw hung slack. I had my fingers well wedged into the crease of her pussy, her knickers sodden."...And I know it's wrong to kiss my nephew," she continued, when the spasm passed. "But it's so dirty, Carl. It's so fucking wicked. And I can't stop myself."Jean gasped and gaped at me, her expression all wide-mouthed delight when my fingers squirmed and pushed her underwear harder against her cleft."Call me Aunty Jean, Carl. I want to hear you. I tried to reach my parents, but they were tied up at a conference on Historical preservation. My sister was in Kenya working with the Africans on a type 3 HIV virus treatments, chasing the latest bug out of the Dark Continent. So while she is there working with Tribal cannibals, I am trying to stay out of the pot here with legal cannibals. Not a good state of affairs.No one in the upper academic strata enjoys the realization that they are no better or worse then anyone else. In academia you. Luckily for us, it didn't fly far enough to arm, but just stuck there buried in the wall as if it was waiting for us to react.React we did! We beat the shit out of that joker, so bad that he had to be medivacked. We didn't know what to do with the grenade buried in our wall, but the sarge said that we should dig it out and pitch it over the cliff to our south. We all breathed a sigh of relief when it went over the cliff; it hit the ground 20 meters below without ever going off. By the way, we.