Or maybe you’d like some cookies?”I held out the Tupperware box. She looked down, confused, then back at me. She looked round the lane again and b...ckoned me inside. I followed her down the hall to the lounge, my eyes on her tight ass, where she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, her robe falling open. Now I saw properly what she wore: a red basque, slutty red fishnets, red spiked heels - and no panties. Mrs Robertson patted the sofa and I went to sit beside her, my knees closed, acting. This time, you add another finger, thrusting them in shallowly, getting them both wet with my juices. I groan at the feel of two thick fingers entering my tight pussy. Suddenly, your thumb brushes against something at the top of the folds of my pussy lips and I jump, pleasure wracking my body. “Sean!” I exclaim, panting.“Relax, honey…that’s your clit. Feels good, doesn’t it?” I nod, wide eyed as you do it again. I groan at the feeling and fling my head back, arching my back into your fingers.. You know how I am…always horny. I can’t take it anymore!”.“Well, I’m so sorry pretty-boy can’t ring your bells enough!”, he shot back at her. “Still doesn’t explain what the hell you want from me!”. As soon as the words were out, it dawned on him what she wanted…what she needed. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” “Ummm…well, not exactly. Fucking is cheating, and I won’t do that to Adam. I love him and would never leave him. I was thinking more along the lines of some mutual oral. What do. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark, guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my uncle had slept on this very bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms.