"Get over here bitch" as she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me behind her over to the sofa. Then she pulled me back up again and made me undress for... her, except for my black panties. She was calling me all sorts of names and asking me if I liked undressing for her and wearing a collar like a fucking dog. She made me sit up, crawl around the room and then called me like a dog to come to her. She moved to the edge of the sofa, spread her legs and told me to kiss her pussy. I did it wrong. I. I loved how soft and full they felt. I could feel her hard nipples.“Oh, fuck that feels so good,” she gasped, “yeah, play with my tits.” She was straddling my legs, rubbing her slippery wet pussy lips against my hard cock, sliding up and down its length but not putting it in. She was teasing herself with my cock, playing with it, moaning as she continued sliding up and down. “Oh god this feels so good,” she said, her breathing heavier.I still had both of her tits in my hands, squeezed them. I believe it is responsible for my allowing Nick to plunge that babymaker of his where only his father had gone before.As for dad, curiosity was the main culprit, until he took over.Surrender was the order of the day for my aunt Celia, I guess.Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's. " Yep, and you and your girlfriend were here.." Bonnie" Yeah, Bonnie, she was gorgeous, I remember." And?." And I was a little camper in cabin six, with my friends from Ashland Junior High, we were always curious and up to something and I was the most curious, and we used to see you guys walking around over there at your house or the beach, and you were always making out, I mean always kissing, and one day I saw you rubbing her tits, oh my god, Tom, I was a little farm church girl, that was.