I learned more about kissing in a few minutes with my aunt, than I had in my entire life.Our lips separated, and she opened her eyes, looking into min.... "You can't fuck me, Jeremy. Not here. Not in the car with Colin right up front."Her words almost set me off. So much meaning. So much unsaid. I couldn't fuck her. That was the limit? Everything up to that was Ok, then? And it wasn't that I couldn't fuck her. No. I couldn't fuck her right that moment. Not in the car with her son nearby. But. I’m more relaxed than ever. Thank you for such a wonderful massage.”Again she managed to get off the table without exposing anything of real interest to a horny male.I was afraid that I’d ruined my chances at seeing more of her body, but a couple of days later, it was mom who approached me for a massage. I was greatly relieved and gladly agreed.I was much less aggressive as I realized that I shouldn’t go too far too quickly. Over the next couple of months, I massaged mom two to three times a. I picked up my pace a bit and started to bob up and down listening to his sounds of pleasure, I would take breaks to rest my jaw wear I would worship his cock with kisses, or lick his balls.I was fully into this now, loved this feeling but I wanted more, I wanted to feel dirty. I looked at him and nervously asked him to "use my mouth" and his eyes lit up, he stood up and made me kneel, placed both hands on my head and started to fuck my mouth, he was slow, every thrust I'd take him a little bit. Kat covertly watched as Charles stripped his shirt off. He was kneeling next to the river a few yards from their campsite. This was the first time that she had ever seen him without a shirt on. She watched with envy as he cupped his hands and splashed water onto his chest. She could see the drops of water sliding down his stomach and under the waist of his pants. If he wanted her to just view him as a friend, standing as he was, wasn't helping matters. She quickly looked away as he started to.