... Not there... - her eyes were shut, her mouth was gaping. Since quite a while she did not need Kelton's hands to move, she was doing it on her own....- Oh, Kelly, you... are screwing, damn it -- the profanity escaped her mouth -- damn it... you are screwing your mother... oooh, aaaghhhhh... oh... you... you are fucking me, for God's sake!... Oh... Madness, madness... aa...aah... you are fucking me, Kelton... ooohh... you are fucking me...- I'll come, mom -- her son wheezed out, speaking for. Let me explain: I was not overly fond of these particular relations, in fact I detested them. My aunt was a complete snob, especially with regard to her darling daughter. Uncle Henry, in retrospect, wasn’t that bad, although he too doted far too heavily on Sara, never seeing her for the mischievous brat that she was. Sara, it must be said, brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘precocious’, she fair brimmed with self-confidence. Three days in the company of cousin Sara was, without. She noticed. "You came for a long time. I could feel it." I let her know just how much the following day. Because I had the company vehicle I had to pick her up on the way to work. I got to her place early and she decided to take advantage of that. She invited me into her house where she proceeded to jump at me, kissing and tonguing me. Next thing I know she pushed me into the wall and pulled down my shorts. My cock was at-attention and she went straight after my throbbing cock, dragging her. She did slip her bikini bottoms down a little lower on her hips, acting as if to adjust for tan-lines. She felt the waistband press against her hips, hugging her lower body and confining movement. She tried not to think about it. Closing her eyes, the images would flash of her naked body in the sun, the breeze on her skin, the eyes watching her. She saw images of a handsome man putting his throbbing cock into her, pounding her pussy. She felt the surge of electricity spark from her now soaking.