I woke up from a dream. Nothing rude. Just a dream. I had been so thoroughly milked of semen over the past couple of weeks that my nocturnal imaginings were as far removed from the erotic as they could be. Sex with Aunt Janet meant I slept soundly for a full eight hours and longer, which meant I was a bit woolly in the head when I woke up in the middle of the night. A shadow, darker than the night time around it, flickered on big the edge of my peripheral vision. At the same time I noticed the movement, I heard a whisper of what sounded like clothing being removed as a figure approached my bed. The shape paused, standing right at the side of my bed, almost invisible while I strained to see. Groggy as I was, I couldn’t make sense of what was going on. “What is it?” I asked. “Shh,” came hissing at me out of the dark. Then my bed dipped and I was forced to shunt to one side. “Aunt Janet,” I moaned when she grabbed hold of my dick. She shushed me again, jacking my Brunette length while shutting Hardcore me up with a kiss. Any resistance evaporated during that kiss. It was an insane risk. It was the middle of the night, God knew what time and darker than dark. We blowjob couldn’t afford to make any noise. The slightest sound – a groan, the black creak of bedsprings, anything – could mean we’d be caught. If it's my body you crave so much, then fine. Slotting blowjob her key inside, she twisted it, then pushed the handle down. “Yes Master, why do you ask?” The walls were four feet thick. I just never realized how bad it could... For a half an hour we shared our thoughts on the day, that we missed the city and what we would be doing the next day. “Did you like how it felt?” I asked. He went deeper stretching her big rectum, she screamed, pain and something approximating pleasure as she felt the pulse and gush, he ejaculated into her. “I love that skirt.” Ha Na laid there on him continuing to work his cock with her ass muscles, bringing black him to his third orgasm of the evening. Mom told my Father. She rose to help and he stepped back. It was Brunette hard to face my little sister, a lot harder than I had expected. “Not to worry my dear. Then she heard muffled voices and Hardcore she peeked through the bush. She tasted so good. It was really fucking happening. Inevitably, it became too much. You poor baby” she added. “You wouldn’t dare!” she screamed back at him. They had grins of satisfaction as they rubbed against each other and massaged my dick. “Mind if we hang out for a bit?” Rob asked. Ethan grinned, “I’d expect nothing less.” “Don't be.” She threw a look over her shoulder at me, blue eyes glossy with excitement. I even did two futas at once.” It was the moment of truth.