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My Nephews temptation and his mothers need P1.’Look at him’, my sister exclaimed, almost apologetically, her son lay out on the settee in his underpants, sound asleep, or so we thought, until we could smell the alcohol, a big no-no considering he was just fifteen. I could understand her anger, as she tried in vain to rouse him, but he was in deep alcohol induced slumber, and as if that was not enough, he had an erection, which stood proud, tightly contained and outlined within those tight shorts masquerading as underpants.’Look at that’, she said pointing to his oversized bulge, ‘He has a fucking hard-on, even drunk’, and as she spoke I walked over to him, my eyes firmly fixed on the offending object, and reached down and traced its outline with my finger.’He is growing into a big boy, your son and my nephew’, I said matter-of-factly, but my sister had walked into the kitchen and called out if I wanted Red or White, with reference to wine.I looked down on my young nephew, ‘Red’, I replied, as I lifted the elastic of his underpants to sneak a look at his flesh.It lay flat, pulsating with a life of its own, looking Escort as if it were trying to free itself of the black cotton encasement.I could hear my sister rummaging around in the kitchen, talking to herself, I smiled and slipped my hand down his pants and encircled his swollen cock, licking my lips, which had gone suddenly dry, emboldened by the clatter of drawers banging as she searched for the cork-screw.He was circumcised, something that placed emphasis on the cock outline, like my pussy does with my ‘Camel-Toe’ outline, I smiled inwardly, at least we had something in common, a protuberance that advertised our respective genitalia.I reached in and took hold of his shaft, smooth, soft, and rigid, the perfect cock, and I looked up into his face and smiled, ‘Where have you been lately, my little Cunt Fucker’, and I gripped his shaft with more pressure, ‘Do you want some Chips or Nuts’, she called, disrupting my train of thought, ‘Crisps’, I called back, my eyes settling on my nephews balls, ‘I have some nuts here’, I thought wickedly, then I lent forward and put my lips around his shaft, and Escort Bayan slid them down to the nuts in question, filling my mouth with my nephew, deep throating with consummated ease, what loving aunt could resist sucking such a young stud.Having eased him back into his encasement, I got up and sat down on the opposite divan, noting how much bigger he had grown, since my felicitation, his shape and form still imprinted on my mouth, the emptiness suddenly apparent, as my sister weaved herself through the swing door, that served as a divider between the kitchen and living room.She carried a tray with two large glasses and some pickings, and as she moved to the table, her eyes settled on her son’s obvious increased swelling, ‘He must be having a wet dream’, she casually remarked, I smiled, ‘Perhaps he is thinking of his mother and his auntie’, she handed me the glass, ‘Either way’, she remarked, ‘It looks like he is going to explode’, and we both laughed.She sat down and started sipping her wine, her eyes resting on her son’s cock, ‘You know he has no shame about showing off’, I looked at Bayan Escort her as she spoke, but she just looked at his prostate figure, ‘I caught him jacking-off in bed, one morning’, she boldly remarked, almost as if talking to herself out loud, ‘His cock rock solid, as he fisted it’, she continued somewhat distantly.’Have you guys fucked’. She looked at me, and shook her head, ‘Do you want to?’ She smiled meekly, not saying yes or no, ‘You do know it’s not uncommon for such a union between divorced mothers and sons, it does happen’.’Yes I know she said, dont get me wrong, there has been times when I have crept in beside him, drunk of course, and cuddled’.’Our father had no qualms about us, when he needed sex’, she looked at me, ‘That does not make it right’, she tried to defend, but trailed off, ‘Well’ I concluded, ‘He would never know either way, I mean he is a hard as a rock and could satisfy a stream of horny bitches, before he ever woke up’, and at that, downed my wine and excused myself, ‘I’m off to bed, see you in the morning’, and made my way upstairs to my bedroom, leaving her there, convinced she might just use the son she had bore, either way I would know, as I planned to watch, and take advantage if she did not, I did not suffer from the family thing, I was way too much into fucking to be worried about what society thought about i****t.

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