“What? Am I wrong?” Mom asked.
“I refuse to answer; I’ll only dig myself a deeper hole,” Dad said, knowing he was losing this one.
Dana asked, her tone dripping with naughty innuendo, “Gary, did you get a hole in one?”
I thought to myself, I got two!
Gary shook his head, “What’s gotten into you?”
“Not your golf club,” she replied as she smirked at me.
“This isn’t the place,” Gary said.
“I wasn’t saying you should do it here, you silly man, we’d never live it down,” she took the ball and ran with it, still looking at me.
Did Dana know I wanted her? It seemed she did, and liked the idea.
“Anyways, new topic,” Gary said, and he changed it to sports.
Mom and Dana whispered to each other, while Dana’s quiet daughter Becky ate, still in silence, either amused or disgusted by the conversation… I couldn’t tell which.
As we waited for dessert, Dad and Gary went outside to smoke cigars, which I declined to do even after some goading from my uncle to be a man (even as I thought to myself, Bud, I plan to be a man for your own wife very soon).
Dana told Becky to go ask Emily if she had any chap-stick and I was suddenly alone across the table from Mom and Dana.
Dana grabbed two gingerbread men, well one was a woman, and placed the man between the legs of the woman, all while looking at me steadily.
Mom asked, “Honey, are you hungry for some sweet dessert?”
“Definitely,” I nodded, looking at Dana.
Dana added bluntly, “When she says dessert she means do you want to eat your Auntie’s cunt?”
“Before or after I pound my Auntie’s pussy?” I bluntly questioned back, wanting to make it clear I was the man.
“You choose,” she shrugged, just before Becky returned and said, “She didn’t have any.”
“Fine, I’ll go to my room and get some,” Dana said, looking at me the entire time.
“I can go get it for you,” Becky offered.
“No, I need to go to the washroom and freshen up anyway,” Dana said.
“Okay,” Becky said, oblivious to her mother’s intent.
Dana walked away, slyly dropping a key on my lap.
I excused myself a minute later and headed up to Dana’s room.
My cock was already hard as I inserted the key.
I walked in and she was already out of her dress, sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread to give me a clear view of her pussy with just a small patch of hair above it, in just her nylons and a bra. I asked, “Why are you still in your bra?”
“Because I want you to take it off for me,” she answered, as I walked to the bed.
As soon as I reached her, she was unfastening my belt as she said, “I hear I’m next to the last to get a good look at this big cock. For once I get a treat sooner than Mistress Tiffany.”
“Mistress Tiffany?” I questioned.
“As you’ve probably heard, all my sisters and even my nieces and daughter are my Mistresses. I love to serve, but it means that almost always I’m the last one to come.
“Better late than never,” I responded, as she fished out my cock.
“Delicious,” she said, as she took my hard cock in her hands and then into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, Auntie, suck my cock,” I groaned, as she bobbed back and forth.