My bag fell off my arm, as I was struggling to let go. He came near me, and said, ‘The next time you dare to be late, just know that it’s going to...be way worse than this.”I was gasping for air and finally, he let me go. I touched my neck and coughed a little. Just when I had let out a sigh of relief, he pressed his lips on mine and started kissing me.Tushar was full of lust, and there was an urgency in him. I kissed him back too. He tasted sweet. His tongue twirled around mine. I raised one leg. I could tell."I'm getting close!" I groaned after a while. "I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself!" No! Good girls don't do that!" mom replied. I took one of her hands and roughly pushed it under her and between her legs. It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit. I wanted this to last. I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked pussy. She fought, but not a lot and not for long. It was only a few seconds before her fingers blurred on her clit without my direction. "I. I look forward to this,” Julian smirked, while watching Brittany fondle her aunt’s tush, something that made Renee uncomfortably aroused.“Well, I want to save some breakfast for Jerry, so is it okay if I eat my auntie’s twat instead?” Brittany licked her lips as she ogled her own flesh and blood.“Go for it! Dig in and pig out! I want to see her legs spread and your tongue deep inside her cunt!” Julian instructed her, taking delight in the idea of aunt-niece incest, “Let it happen, Renee. Just. I panicked, sort of. I was able to cover the magazine immediately with the pillow, but I had no choice but to lie there on the bed, naked. This was so humiliating and embarrassing. The steps stopped abruptly, and now I could hear that she was in the doorway or maybe even in my room. I was trying my very best to remain completely still, but I felt as if I was trembling. I could hear tiny footsteps tiptoeing, trying to be silent...slight creaks in the floor, little ankle cracks, etc. What was.