I had kissed and licked lots of asses of the young boys and never had such a high feeling of whiff as I had coming from Lydia’s cunt. The aroma was ...ery strong and it seemed very different, brash and addictive. I could feel my body preparing for a very intense orgasm that was inevitable but I controlled and enjoyed her pussy with my lips, mouth and tongue. Lydia had her arms snaked around me. Swiftly she began thrusting her pussy folds on my lips and ejaculated with a rush, filling my mouth. She just chuckles and repeats the question. I stammer out the reply " we don't get together. She's my aunt " I looked out the window so she couldn't see my face and tell I was lying. She dropped the subject and turned it towards what we did all day since neither of us did anything on our weekends together. I told her we would go out to eat or to a movie or play some games at home. We parked in the driveway and went inside to our separate rooms. I woke next morning already missing the feel of. He decided not to rebuke her for calling him darling and for the second time so soon in their relationship, she was such a tough bitch she might crack him one and that would tumble them into rampant sex with her becoming a dominatrix. Oh god, he groaned to himself, wondering why his thinking had gone crazy. In a honeyed voice she said, ‘Darling I’ve got you where I want you or rather where we should be. Don’t you think you should now be initiating tenders sexual advances leading to us coupling?. He reached down and tapped him on the shoulder and the whole room cheered. The guy administering what was clearly an exceptional blow job sat back and grinned up at Neal. Max walked over and held up the hand of this guy as though he was a prize fighter and they all cheered again but not as loud as when Neal pointed at his partner on the couch. I could make out the words. “You too”. The celebrations came to an abrupt ending as everyone looked panicked. I hadn’t heard her leave but apparently.