She was winning an argument by using logic, but her logic was like no other in the world."What if I don't want a baby?" I said defensively."Come on, F...reddy," she scolded softly, smiling. "A son to take fishing? How could you resist?" NO!" I said firmly. But the damage had already been done. The mental image was there. Everyman's dream: he and his son in a boat at sunrise. Two poles and a bond as strong as blood. If I couldn't shake that picture from my head, I'd never be able to talk sense into. We all laughed. I grabbed his hand and put it on her boob more laughing. She got up to use the bathroom. “hey so if you want I think we can make this happen” I said. He laughs and says ok. She comes back and we all do a few more shots and before we know it, its time to leave.He has had way to much to drink so we give him a ride home. In the car on the way home he sticks his hand up from the back seat and sticks his hand down her shirt, rubbing her size D tits. She giggles, I smile. I pass his. Once it was fully erect, Elizabeth lowered onto her knees, kissing down my stomach the whole time, and then wrapped her lips around it, and began to suck my cock off. The whole time, she was fully aware of what she was doing, but unable to stop herself, even as she heard me moan as she fellated him.Minutes later, Elizabeth lay on my bed, legs spread, hair still wet from the shower, as I ate her pussy. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip, as she felt my tongue explore her dripping wet. I used to masturbate by smelling and licking my mom’s used blouses, bras, and panties. But my mind always took me to my erotic Zoya.Coming to the main story. My parents were celebrating their 25th marriage anniversary that year. I heard from my mom that Zoya aunty will also be coming but 5 days earlier. Just hearing this news gave me a big hard-on.I masturbated a lot that day imagining how Zoya aunty will be sleeping with me on the same bed (since we didn’t have any guest rooms.) It so happened.