Jess saw something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror on the dresser. She realized that she needed to close the doors now that she had a guest.... There was a man in the house for the first time in over a year.Billy hurried down the hall, hoping he would find the bathroom quickly. Two doors down, he saw the open bathroom door and hurried in, closing it behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief."God, she is my own aunt, I must be nuts," he thought.The bathroom was old and small, with a big. I now moved my other hand under the front of her dress and into her knickers, my hand slid down her tummy, through her bushy patch of pussy hair and snaked into her slit, I found her hard little clit and started to rub it for her. By now Emma was clearly near to cumming, she couldn't concentrate on kissing me any more and she placed her head on my shoulder leaving her neck exposed to my mouth. Wanting to feel her cum I increased the pace of my finger fucking and kept a nice steady rubbing on. She knew, all of his was hers. Adn all of this was theirs. And theirs alone. His teenage cock was meanwhile wavering under the lustful earthquake that was his mother's flesh, around him. Enveloping him. Wanting to fuck him dry. He could feel his hot white lava rising inside his loins. His dark desires for her making him moan her name. "Mom...god you are the best. Fucking make your baby boy cum. Goddammit, ride me home you whore!" Devouring this lustful sight, his mother, riding his rockhard. But Stephen also thought of how much he genuinely cared for his wife. He certainly wasn't over the fact that she had slept with his father and been impregnated. But he did still have strong feelings for her."OK," Paige said. "We can go home, Sweetheart." She turned and moved to grab her husband's briefcase which sat next to the sofa, so they could head for home. Then something caught her eye."Stephen, whose trench coat is that?" Stephen's heart fell to his feet. "It's not yours." Carly had.