I had fantasized about her on many occasions, masturbating to the thought of me indulging in various sexual acts with her.Joan was around 5ft 10in and...size 16, with short brown hair, dark skin and lovely big tits.My father worked away from home most of the time so my mother and auntie Joan would go out together for a few drinks every Friday night. They would always come back to my parents house afterwards, to have a few more drinks and Joan would stay overnight, sleeping on the couch.Auntie. You still won’t know anything, Emily will still be mad. Maybe madder because it’ll seem like you’re ignoring her.”“What do you think I should do?”“Oh no you don’t. She wants you, not me. It’s your decision.” I stood up and walked to the door. “Let me know what you decide. I think I’ll get myself a sauna and a haircut. It seems like a good day for it.” as the door closed, I walked off whistling.On Thursday afternoon, April came onto the bridge. I was sitting in my command chair, going over. " Hey," Cindy griped, lifting her face. "Both of you are each other's firsts. Maybe some things have come to her more naturally, but she is still learning too," she reminded me, kissing my cheek and neck. "Your other mom and I have been having sex for over twenty years, and just like marriage, you have to work at it. Don't worry, we don't think less of you for that comment, but remember, she is still in the same boat as you. If you both can learn how to please one another, then you will find. ..” she started.“Yes, so much,” said her mother. “And so much for me in particular.”“Yes, but, I mean dad has always been my daddy. And now to have to change or have two daddies; well, it’s just real hard, Mom. It just is. I mean I know what he’s done for us, all of us as you say, I mean Mister Steele, I just don’t know.”“Mister Steele! Are you serious, Selena. He’s your daddy. Yes, you do have two daddies, the one who raised you and the one who saved the lives of both your mom and the daddy.