I’m a big boy, I can take it!” Aunt Peggy’s response was not what I expected. She didn’t call upon her good sense to give her the wisdom to...turn away from temptation. Instead, she turned her face up and softly kissed my cheek. She then kissed my lips. This wasn’t the kind of kiss an aunt gives to a nephew. It was a kiss a woman gives to a man. The kiss I gave back wasn’t meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female. My kiss. If I ever got within ten feet of another race car she would castrate me! She tried to dominate me in bed also, but that just wasn't going to happen. We worked out an uneasy truce, as semi-equal bed partners.Jack approached me a month before the season started, with a proposal to resume racing. His son, Mark, had grown up playing around the race shop, now he wanted to drive. He had convinced his parents, despite the wreck still on the trailer in the hauler bay, that asphalt racing would be much. ”He was such a darling. No sooner her desperate request, than his cock was riding up deep into the very core of her, bringing on another orgasm. Although this time, only seconds away from her own drifting, Chris’ faster, more demanding thrusts told her that he was cumming. How much could he have left? No matter, it was as captivating as ever.As they lay side by side, Chris voiced his gratitude for her generosity. Their followed a jokey argument about who had given who the greatest ecstasy.. She produced a key, and suddenly, we were inside a dark office. She left the lights off and checked that the door was locked, then led the way from a receptionist's area to the office beyond. There was a large desk with windows behind it. Blinds blocked the view.She pulled the front of her strapless dress down to reveal her breasts, and she quickly moved to kneel in front of me."We don't have much time," she reminded me, "so we're going to have to do this with our clothes on. We really must.