I’d brush my ankle against his as a bit of revenge as I passed the salt shaker and shot him my “We’re-gonna-fuck-hard-when-I-get-you-alone” gl...ance. He’d pretend not to see by pushing around the brussell sprouts on his plate but his smile suggested otherwise. If he hadn’t responded to my mother’s questions about his plans for the future so coherently, maybe we wouldn’t find ourselves in my room, excused from the table early, getting hot and heavy with my jeans at my ankles and my panties pulled. As he began to replace the lid Aggie reached for it and asked, “May I?”Hesitantly he stared into her eyes with a mild look of embarrassment and nodded. Picking up the lid she looked in and stifled a gasp. The basket was nearly half full of what must have been more than a hundred pair of panties of every color and shape. Hers still glistened with wet semen. Cocking her head Aggie screwed her lips into a questioning smile and peeked up at him with an expression of both accusation and. “You’re coming! Oh, God, just look at you come!”Lost in the throes, I juddered and shook. I moaned and gasped and felt the last spasms of that wonderful climax as the rush tapered off to dribble and ooze.“You filthy, dirty, lovely boy,” my aunt muttered as she stood up and leaned at the waist to loom over me. Then she grinned and ducked in to plant a kiss on my mouth.A moment later, she was gone. I saw my aunt’s backside sway side-to-side as she left my room, my cock seeping cum, spunk staining. I tucked my fingers into her pockets and pulled down her pants. She crossed her legs, giggling and shaking her head. "No?" "You first," she said, reaching for my breasts and rolling me off of her. I smiled. "I like that," I said, wriggling off my pants. She saw my pink, slightly translucent panties and laughed. "Someone was expecting something tonight," she said. "Was I wrong?" She giggled again, and I was quickly learning to love her laugh, she swooped down on my legs. Her teeth pulled at my.