“You think this is beautiful, allow me to show you the bedroom.” Jack walked past her and into a nearby hallway. Weylie suddenly began to feel ner...ous and extremely excited at the same time. She followed him into this amazing looking bedroom that was well lit and smelt of lavender. The bed sat in the center and a bay window lit the room from the left. A little bathroom was included on the far right and a flat screen TV set was mounted on the wall in front of the bed. “Wow.” She said taking it. For a few hours after Aunt Meg had left us, I layed there fully awake and very confused while trying to figure things out? Why had my aunt read such a somewhat gay sex story to her son right in front of me? Perhaps her son was already a full fledged fag that she knew about and accepted? Why had she turned to wink at me during the most dirty part where the boy rubbed his young cock and squirtedhis very naughty boy juice all over the ground as he secretly cock peeked? Was Aunt Meg letting me know. Once I felt the hoop slide through my nipple, the tension drained from my body and I could let the pleasure of her tongue wash over me. I was just coming down when I felt his hard cock brush my lips. It seemed like the least I could do so I parted my lips. I felt his cock press into my mouth and I realized two things. First, hygiene must be optional in prison. His cock tasted foul as he pushed it as far as he could into my mouth trying to find my throat. The second thing I realized was that he. Once she was sure that my erection was not going to go away, she let me go, and stepping away from her dress, lay back on the chaise longue, and asked me to fuck her. I expected her to be tight, the disparity in our sizes making that likely, and I could feel just how tight she was as my cock pressed between her pussy lips. I could feel, see, and smell that she was very wet, and as my cock paused at her opening, I stroked and pressed on her now hard and erect little clit. Everything on this.