Thess had been waiting in the car for a while. Her thoughts had been so occupied that she didn't realize how long it had been since she left her sister and son in the house.
Her mind drifted from the present, she thought of Brian's dad, his smile, his touch, his kisses, his dick and how it drove her wild.
Those cold nights when he would lay with her in bed, his dick 7 inches deep inside her and the subtle moans that would escape her lips as her insides were made warm and wet with each stroke.
He'd play with her breasts as he worked, whispering sweet nothings in her ears.
Her body would quake with pleasure, her eyes barely open, and her nipples as hard as the fingers he would use to touch them while he ventured deep inside the wetness of her cunt.
She felt sad, as she always did when she thought of him. She was consoled by the fact that their son was making her proud.
She'd like to think that wherever Brian's dad was, he felt the same as she did.
She held back a tear; the makeup would be too difficult to reapply.
After a few minutes she got impatient and sounded the horn, a few minutes later Brian walked out with his aunt, her hand in his arm and a smile draped across both their faces.
"Sure, walk as slowly as possible," Thess said sarcastically, "It's not like we're going anywhere important!"
They both let go and hurried to the car.
"I'm so sorry, I had to fix my makeup and Brian was being such a gentleman. He waited for me." Aunt Rose said as she sat on the front passenger seat.
"It was fine when you first came," Thess replied as she inspected her face. "What happened?"
"I was clumsy and some of the water got on my face."
Brain was starting to feel a little hot in the back seat as Aunt Rose replied Thess. He adjusted his collar with his index finger.
"It's all good now," Aunt Rose added and gestured onward, "We should get going."
"Yeah we should, put on your seat belts," Thess said as she put the car in gear and drove off.
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"I was thinking of what I'd say today," the valedictorian began. "I tried Google, that didnt work," There was a wave of muffled laughs through the crowd.
"My Dad once told me . . . ."
Aunt Rose sat with her sister. She was so horny, her nipples were hard under her dress; if not for her bra, anyone close to her would know. I mean who wouldn't notice a 6cm long nipple on a C-cup that could easily be mistaken for a D.
She bit her lip as she watched the man on stage ramble on about things that were currently of no concern of hers', the crowd didn't seem to agree with her though.
Lost in thought, and horny as fuck from events that transpired before she got here, she began to fantasize a little about the man up there.
She watched him move around the podium, she could already picture him naked.
Below his chiseled jaw; past his slender and muscular neck; down his broad chest and slightly chiseled abs; through his week old bush, she imagined his dick; she wanted to hold it, slap it against her cheeks and coat the tip with her saliva.
