"The lips of her vulva started to move against him. They were sucking on the tip of his cock. Her sex was sucking on the tip of his cock. Like a mouth... John's head fell back and another involuntary groan of pleasure escaped him.He felt her juices. Warm and wet, they bathed the helmet of his cock and dribbled down his shaft. Just as with his tongue and lips from when she'd sat on his face, her juices magnified the sensitivity of his skin. His glans felt swollen, enormous; increasing in size. Aunt Pat was wearing very conservative knee length black skirt and white silk blouse. It's a good thing Mom couldn't see Aunt Pat from the waist down. When Aunt pat sat down in the chair she had pulled her shirt up to a point exposing the darker area at the top of her panty hose. Then she crossed her legs which hiked the skirt even higher. I knew two things were certain, she was wearing her sexy tights that had the crotch cut out of them and that when Mom left in a minute to go to the city and. As the car comes to a hold I try quickly to lean behind her to open her handcuffs (at least) as she wiggles, moans and roars with panic. I shout: “they are coming, they are coming over” as I still try to unlock her.Then a knock on the window as Antoinette freezes in her seat, silently sighing. I even can hear her heart racing!I squeek “Oh shit” as I pull down the window and a dark voice suddenly appears. “Good evening Sir, could I please ….. ahhhhh….. then a second silence as he turns his torch. “Aargh. Timothy, they asked you a question.” Tim’s mother, Juanita, looked across the room at who Tim was undoubtedly eyeing.“Well, Timothy, if you can’t take your eyes off that poor thing over there long enough to pay attention over here,” Juanita said over the table. Tim’s blushing kicked in again. It soared to a fevered pitch when his mother stood up from her seat, circled the table behind her son, and tried to pull his chair out from under the table. Tim took the hint and scooted the chair.