Ken Jones sat in the beat-up farm truck watching her large and very full breasts bouncing with each bump she hit in the dirt road. My fucking God! He thought trying not to stare too much, but her boobs were awesome as hell and his cock loved them, too. It grew harder than ever and he knew what it needed, a good long jerk session later that night. He'd seen a few good sets of jugs in his 18 years of life, but nothing ever as good as those babies. It was a shame that she was his aunt.

Aunt Trinity's husband died three years ago, leaving her to deal...