Wow… Unke do mote mote gore boobs uchhal kar mere samne aagaye. Main unhe dekhne laga… Mummy boli de”dekhta hi rahega kya” maine foran apne do...o hatho se unhe dabana shuru kiya. Mom aaaahhh kar rahi thi or mere hotho ungliya chala rahi thi. Phir maine mummy ki sadi utari.Phir jaise hi peti cote nada khincha wo neeche gaya or mummy ki chikni choot mere samne aa gayi.unhoneneeche panty nahin pahni thi. Or unki choot ke baal bhi saaf the. Kal jab wo bathroom me choot ragad rahi thi to usme baal. We found mom sitting at the table in the kitchen and her face was in her hands crying.Becky questioned her, "Is there a problem with Kate? You told us several times what a sweet kind girl she was, when she came to us to help me with my homework. And she is coming back again tomorrow."I thought I knew what was wrong. Mom was jealous that I’d love my dad and his family more than I loved her, so I knew I had to say something quick to stop her from being jealous of my dad and his new family.I. ’‘Fine.’ She said.It felt as if she wasn’t quite present in her body anymore, like she was zooming out, like she was a drone watching herself and the guy from a distance. His arm protectively wrapped around her waist. He was carrying her backpack and she was leaning heavily against him as they stumbled along the trail. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again, hoping she would see things more clearly, hoping she would become herself again. She wasn’t acting like herself, yet it. All going about their business, chatting in groups, couples engaged in either staring in silence at each other or flirting. I noticed a couple of attractive girls sat on their own. I wondered what they were here for. Were they waiting for someone? I drank my pint and carried on my voyeuristic activity. I imagined one of the girls coming over to me and asking if she could sit with me a while. We get talking and then I feel something running between my legs and rubbing at my stiffening crotch..