“Now… I hit record immediately. Amateur porn I attached the knob to fan and replaced the base for my toothbrush. I looked down. Sex talk shouldn’t phase you, right?” Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine. She continued. She had a look of enjoyment on her face as I massaged and kneaded her unbelievably soft breasts. Holy fuck. I think she might have noticed but didn’t act any differently. NOW.” she demanded, “Just thrust. I stopped. Dad said, “Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid.”
I covered my face with my hands. Brooke looked over at me. “Hmmf.” I grunted. “Yep.”
She pulled a drawer open, snagged a corkscrew, and with a loud ‘pop’ she opened the wine and poured two glasses. I obeyed. She nodded. YOU… “Aunt Brooke,” I asked, pausing the recording, and trying not to enjoy my retort “why did you say my name?”
She glared at me. “Dan…” she mumbled. I guess watching porn has its advantages.” she quipped. Her boobs playfully swayed (my guess is that she was a C cup), and her figure showing that forbidden patch of pubic hair sent me over the edge. The gain in the mic was high.
