The death of my father... Suddenly, I was burdened with the role of 'chief mourner.' Somehow, I managed to finish the funeral and was sorting through my father's belongings when I discovered an ultra-premium erotic book! Inheriting my father's perverted DNA, I couldn't help but jerk off using that erotic book. Then, my aunt saw me... Usually frustrated with unmet desires, my aroused aunts swarmed around my dick one after another. The aunts, reeking of pheromones, shed their mourning clothes and engaged in 'sexual intercourse during mourning' as a form of consolation.
