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Danielle drove for a while in silence, Billy beside her in the passenger seat, Kayla behind them. All through the drive, Danielle could see Billy snatching glances either at Kayla or, more often, at her own tits where the Captain's cum was still smeared over them beneath her T-shirt.
"So how long has this been going on?" she asked eventually. Neither of them answered. "Billy?"
"Couple of weeks." He said.
"And I take it your parents don't know about this?" Danielle asked Kayla, looking in the rear view.
"No, Auntie Dan."
"So why choose me? Why not ring Tanya?"
Billy turned to look at Kayla before turning back to his mom.
"We . . . we both think you're cooler than Aunt Tanya." Billy said. "Aunt Tanya's fun an' all but . . . well, we just thought you'd handle it better."
"Yeah, Auntie Dan. I love my mom but she can be a real pain at times." Kayla said.
Danielle pulled into the street where her sister and husband lived and stopped the car. "Okay, here's the plan." She said, turning to look at Kayla. Her position pushed her tits out toward Billy who stared at them with obvious lust in his eyes. "Go home, Kayla, and tell your mom you've just been hanging out with your friends or whatever. Don't mention Billy, me or, God forbid, getting arrested. Come round to my house tomorrow at noon and we'll see what can be done." As she looked at her niece, she could understand why Billy had ended up fucking his own cousin: she was blonde and pretty and, as Captain Ellis had said, had a pair of tits almost as big as her own, just like her mom. It had been years since she'd been with another woman and the thought of lapping at her own niece's nineteen year old pussy was almost too much to bear. "Go on, go home." Danielle said not unkindly.
Her niece got out of the car and she and Billy watched her walk the short distance to her home, both of them staring at her firm butt which wiggled beneath the short skirt she was wearing. Once she was in her house, Danielle started the car and drove off.
"You wanna tell me how it started?" she asked her son.
"We bumped into each other in . . . in the bar in town – "
"So you're drinking as well?" Danielle interrupted.
"We were both kinda drunk and . . . and I offered to walk her home. On the way . . . "
