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Jimmy wasn’t saying anything, but looking from his mother to his cousin. He wasn’t making any attempt to hide his body. Looking about frantically, Sarah saw her dress in her son’s lap, and made a scramble for it. But Keith jerked it away from Jimmy before she could get her hands on it. For a moment, her tits were fully revealed, stiff and upright.“Nice tits, Aunt Sarah,” Keith observed a wide grin on his face.Sarah covered them with her arm, knowing she should say something, even if in protest, but nothing would come from her throat. Her cunt was on fire, dripping juicily, and she felt as if she was about to cum. Her body fully exposed to her nephew, while her son looked on, was more exciting than lifting her dress at the bank or in the supermarket. Sarah felt as if she would cum if she stood there much longer.Fighting off her bashfulness, Sarah stood up, letting her arms hang at her sides. She tried, but failed, to look her nephew in the face, and turned her head away. She was so. I was wondering how he was feeling seeing me masturbate. I did not know if he was in there wanking right now, or if her was in awe of this odd happenstance as it seemed. I did not want to give it to him fully, so I faked an orgasm. I pretended to squirm, breathe heavily, and I let out a few apparent moans. In my opinion, I thought it worked pretty well. It seemed real if you were a bystander such as my brother. I grabbed a tissue and acted like there was a mess to clean up. Now, it was time to get him. I walked to the closet with the discernable intention of getting something to wear out of the closet. I opened the door and shouted, What the fuck are you doing in here?!?! Get out. He bolted and I snickered to myself. When lunchtime approached, I was faced with a decision. I was either going to be mad at him for spying on me and pretend that I did not know he was there, or I was going to tell him that I knew he was there and granted his magnanimity by masturbating for him. I decided.
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