To my Mom's credit, she was able to shield my Dad from the fact that the majority of her days were being spent with her son attempting to find guys to...have sex with her. I was starting to get frustrated though, even more so as I could start to tell my Mom was feeling relieved with each passing day. It was obvious that she was simply going through the motions to some degree; she was likely terrified of getting fucked in front of me but even more afraid of betraying the deal we had made. Though. Slowly the hijab came off as her long black raven hair cascaded down her back. Fahima let go of the red cum stained hijab as it slowly fell to the floor. Donte couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched this sexy Muslim housewife completely surrender to him as she took off her hijab. The significance of the action was not lost on him or his cock which was now ever harder than before. Fahima looked down on the floor refusing to look up at Donte. She felt more naked than ever before. She. It was only for a few second but it felt like much longer and I was sure she could feel my cock through my jeans. She moved turned round and looked right into my eyes as she continued singing and dancing with my hands on her waist she placed her left hand on my upper arm and the other on my chest.The song ended and we both stopped dancing, Abi clapped her hands and said “Mr. D, I like you moves” as she smiled. I was so turned on at this point and breathing heavily not from the dancing but. Because she likes sex it seems. I said ok even I like to have sex with aunties only. My friend was sitting and observing every thing. I just called him asked him to sit next to that lady. He came sat. Actually he smart looking. She asked him to remove his jip after forcing he removed. Then she started to hold both the cocks in her both hands and started put in to her mouth alternatively, I am not joking this real. After the interval she opened her blouse fully and gave us to suck it. We sucked.