See, when I was at the water park, I had no sunscreen. It was so bad, I was certain I'd gotten cancer. I called a cab to go to the doctor (Yes, it was...that bad).When the cab arrived, the driver said, "Hey hey, wait! You are peeling like crazy! You are not getting in here without something to cover yourself!"I went inside and bundled myself in a blanket (It was 64 the next day). I went inside the office and waited for my appointment.The doctor took one look at me and said, "GOOD GOD MICHAEL!. "Sure, Dad. I'll take care of it."He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you son. You took an awkward situation and handled it like a man. It'd be nice if you and Colin could spend more time together. Maybe you'd rub off on him a bit."I was feeling a little guilty now. If Dad knew that my 'manly' way of handling things was getting a blow-job from my MILF aunt, he might feel differently.When the Moms came out finally, Aunt Marie was blatant, walking right toward me, Gatorade in hand. She. It wasn’t him that made me come, it was Mike, and the thought of him fucking me while his sister watched. I trembled, and my juices flowed. I clawed at him, as he sweated above me. Then he came, ejaculating inside me, his come so hot.When I woke he was gone. I lay, my head on the pillow. I could have slept, stayed all night. I couldn’t. The k**s would worry. Worry where there slut mother had got to. I sat up. There was an envelope beside my purse. Stephanie written on it. I tore it open. Inside. I was out cruising one saturday afternoon, when I came across a young, pretty hooker. I pulled over on a side street and walked to where she was standing, striking up a conversation. She was blonde, skinny, small titties, and a nice firm little ass! I invited her back to my car and drove away, her suggesting we go to her place. I agreed and off we went. When we got there, it was a little bachleor pad, pretty clean and decorated like a girls, place, all pink and frilly! We got the cash part out.