What could I do or say, if Mary found out what I'd been up to she'd gomad, I'd just have to do everything Mark said. Humiliatingly I was forcedto stan... there as Mark rummaged through Mary's most intermit things,inspecting every item that he came across."Here put these on," Mark announced forcefully, holding my wife's blackcorset and matching stockings. How embarrassing could you get, but I hadto put them on, or he'd tell Mary. Feeling more ashamed than I'd ever been in my life, I stripped. "So what's all the salty breakfast talk?" asked my father, entering the kitchen still scratching his ass."I'll explain later, dear," Mom replied demurely."Yeah, I get all the details about my children's sex lives 'later', by my darling wife," he deadpanned."Mom, how'd you ever know?" cried Becky, breaking into a new round of girlish laughter."OK, girls, before we all descend into perpetual giggles, does anyone have any plans for today?" my father asked. "Is everyone too debauched for church. I hope all of the readers remember me with my stories of my encounters with my aunts. This is the real story of one of my friends. His name is Rahul aged about 18 years. He narrated the story of his sex encounter had with his aunty Sunita (his mother’s younger sister) and her daughter Reshmi. The names are not original and I did change them for safety reasons for them. He himself asked me to write his experience to KE for publishing in it. I am narrating the story in my words, in two Parts, as. I started humping against her, as if fucking her without being in her. I would have considered it dry-humping but she was too wet and my movement spread her fluid all over both of us.Her hips moved in tandem to mine, making the motions more exaggerated and apparently driving her closer to the brink. Not entirely sure what exactly my hunger wanted, I was willing to forgo my climax both to watch her writhe in bliss and to find out if her orgasms helped me.I kissed my way around to her ear, sucked.