Aunt Carmel's thick thighs framed my head, locking me in place beneath her. Every time she shifted, more of her warm arousal smeared over my face. The scent of her filled every breath I took.
At the same time, Aunt Stacy kept sucking my cock with deep, hungry strokes. Her mature mouth stretched wide around the thick shaft as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper each time.
Wet, filthy sounds filled the small tent, the soft obscenity of her lips sliding up and down my cock mixed with the quiet, breathless moans Aunt Carmel let out above me.
One of Aunt Stacy's hands stayed wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking whatever her mouth couldn't reach, while the other gently squeezed my balls.
The two of them worked together in the darkness of the tent without any more hesitation, using their nephew's body exactly how they wanted while the rain kept hammering outside.
