Did she really want to see what was going on in the billiard room? When Mona moaned again, she decided that yes, she did want to see. The bolt inched back and Vicky held against the pressure of the spring as she eased the service panel open. Then she let the bolt slip back to its previous position, careful not to let it snap. She had an inch wide slit to peer through now and dragged herself forward on elbows. When she pushed her short nose up against the wood and squinted through, her heart lurched.

Her Aunt Mona was bent forward over one of the billiard tables. She had on the white top of her tennis outfit. The short skirt lay between her feet on the floor and so did a pair of fancy frilled panties. From the waist down Aunt Mona was stark naked. Vicky felt her own body flush with heat. A slick sensation between the lips of her cunt was spreading to the crotchband of her panties. And the reason she'd experienced this sudden rush of sexual fever was because her father was naked too. He stood behind his well-preserved sister with the biggest hard-on Vicky could imagine. The head of his cock looked like some strange blue mushroom. It was coated slickly with Mona's pussy juice. And as she watched, Carl eased it up between the lips of her aunt's cunt again and rubbed it teasingly against the protruding nubbin that swelled out from between two plump petals. Mona's clit! Vicky finally remembered to breathe.

"Uhnnnnn… Ohhh Carl, darling, if you don't ram me with that lovely cock of yours I think I'm going to faint!"

Carl ran his hands over Mona's full, white ass, caressing each cheek with special attention. Then he bent to kiss her back. He was holding the weight of his cock up as he worked it around in circles. Vicky realized that he was searching for the hole in her aunt's body, searching for her pussy opening. Vicky rocked her slim hips, felt the seepy butter smear out to mingle in the blond down that covered her pubes. With a jerk, Carl pushed his hips up and under.