He was making out with his Aunt, his mother’s sister as he stroked her cock and he wanted more. “A-ah, fuck, ah, Max, I’m, I’m getting close, do… Mm, do you want it on your face, or, or in your mouth?” she said, between gasps, her head tilted back, her eyes closed. But, at the same time, she was very obviously flaunting her stuff for him, enticing him, before she’d caught him staring, all their years knowing each other, being family, seeing each other at least each monthly she’d always been sweet, kind and keen to hug him, but never had there been such displays as she was now putting on. He had been downstairs, that very morning, watching TV curled up on her sofa when she had walked in, wearing a T-shirt, her hair mussed, indicating that she had clearly just woken up. Max himself was by no accounts small in that department, but when compared to his Aunt he felt diminutive. “Well?” she asked softly, wearing the smirk she so often did and with a smile he sank slowly to his knees, sliding his hands up her smooth shins, over the bump of her knees and up her thighs, “ooh, and here I thought you were going to sit on it.”
“Later,” he said softly, a slight smirk on his own
