mom and aunt and son: Chronicles of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, mom and aunt and son paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “mom and aunt and son.” The friction builds deliciously in mom and aunt and son, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “mom and aunt and son” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in mom and aunt and son, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “mom and aunt and son” like a prayer.