extrem incest

Now you know what my eyes see as I lay atop her, looking into her brown eyes.

How did it start? We worked together in our families restaurant. I always loved watching her walk off. Watching those sexy hips sway. I would sometimes become very aroused as I dreamed of her lying on the bed naked. She on her stomach. Me laying on top of her. My hard cock fully erect, placed perfectly along the divide of her beautiful ass. Anyway, I am not a bad looking man, 5′8 average build with blue eyes and brown hair. I had a tendency to sleep with alot of the waitresses. It came easy as we would go out drinking after the close almsot religiously. My aunt would inquire sometimes about these waitresses to me. The conversation would always be direct, but a hint of flirting and I feel a desire on her part to know about my sexual habits was always present. Feeling this, I would always flirt back. Her touch to my arm or shoulder during one of these conversations always set me off and insured a heavy masturbation session not long after. I would always fantasize about seeing her touching herself. Thinking of me as she gently rubbed under the thich mound of pubic hair circling her clitoris. Never rubbing it directly at first, but around it and then down along the length of her lips. Which by this time have swollen and opened a bit. Emitting an invitation for penetration. I could imagine hearing the noise caused by her finger rubbing through the wetness of her pussy. The dark hair, that ran down along the outside of her lips, beginning to stick together as it moistened.

One night after work she joined us for drinks. I remember dancing with her. Holding her petite body under my arms. Not closely at first. The music was loud. I remember when we spoke, we had to place our mouth close to their ear.

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