"Is something different about me?" Jamie asked. He was standing in thedoorway, holding a lit cigarette in one hand, the ashtray in the other."Hmmmn...... Chris took a quick glance then went back to the burntsienna. "I don't know, are you growing your hair out?" Not really, c'mon Chris, look. Is anything else different?"Chris sighed and turned fully on his chair. Chris' stance was slightlydifferent, he could see that right away. His hips were cocked to oneside and his shoulders square and back. It. Let’s go downstairs.“Nope,” Dad doused that idea as he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door almost shut. The tinkle of pee followed seconds later.I pressed myself into Mom’s hair, between her shoulder blades, nudging my cock suggestively into her back.“We could do this downstairs, Mom, so Dad can go to sleep,” I suggested.“He’ll fall asleep anyway,” she answered nonchalantly stroking her hair.I began a braid, for real, to the sound of Dad brushing his teeth. Mom was silent while I. Their groans and screams built up to a crescendo, as she felt her pussy being stretched out far wider than it was anatomically meant to. She didn't give a jot, just then. The intense erotic pleasure that was building up in her was well worth it. She felt shudders course through her body, as a first wave of pleasure hit her. She felt another wave of an orgasm engulf her, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Silesiar had the look of a lustful animal on his face, as her pussy dripped its. Aamir resumed squeezing her breasts under the pallu.“You don’t take too long to get completely hard, do you?” Mrs. Nair asked as she felt his cock go hard in no time.“It’s your soft hands and that saliva aunty, works magic,” joked Aamir.Aamir had had enough of boobs squeezing so he tried to pull her saree upwards from her legs. Mrs. Nair rose momentarily to let him pull the saree all the way to her waist and felt cold seat against her exposed ass cheeks. He used his fingers to lower her panty.