"Of course you can aunty."
Alex genuinely taken aback hearing her say that second time making his little guy not so little anymore.
He quickly manoeuvred Grace in his arms, those slim yet muscular forearms resting below her soft bubbly buttocks angling in a 45° to opening her thighs in V-shape.
"....M-mo *arghh* mom, d-dont look-....you don't have to hummmm~"
Grace at this point was too horny to care about anything but a little tiny bit of reasoning, she had to do a mock mandatory facade of resistance so she would not look too perverted in front of the love of her life.
After all, even as she said no, there no hint of hesitation as she was being moved in his arms, rather she twisted her waist tilting her head back hiding her face into crook of his neck, showing how flexible she can really be subconsciously trying to show how feminine prowess she possess trying to undermine her own mother as women often compete with each other with each other other then comparing a mere sizes.
