. taking pictures of me fucking my Mother in the arse like a whore. I pulled my cock from her tight hole and lifted her up. I sat on the couch.'Suck m... cock Mommy...go ass to mouth you nasty whore'She knelt down between my legs and slurped the whole cock into her open sexy mouth. The camera catching both her newly fucked arsehole and her son's cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, sucking as hard as she could while I held her hair.'Sit on my lap Mommy... legs open and your. “The Audi?”, he handed the teacups.“Yes. How much are you willing to come down?”He rubs his chin with his right arm. “Hmmm, Maybe 5000 since you are stuck away from the city.”Before Savita can answer, he walked her to the car and asked her to take a seat inside along with him.“Maybe you should take a drive to know its potential”, he said.“I’m sorry, we really can’t afford that much right now”, she made a sad face.“What if we make a deal?”, Prakash’s voice raised in excitement.“Like.. A trade?”,. ” He didn’t recommend many other changes until she felt uncomfortable doing things the old way. She told Eric that the doctor had suggested her cutting down on alcohol, and he stopped buying it and stopped drinking at home, himself. That made her careful to not tell Eric that the doctor had also advised her to cut back on coffee. She did, a little, but she didn’t want Eric nagging her about coffee.Still, when his worrying about her wasn’t annoying, it was endearing. His interest in the baby’s. It worked. Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she shot me a warm smile. “Well, my darling, buy me a drink and I won’t sue for your whiplash,” she purred. I offered her my arm, and she took it. “Name’s Jay,” I professed. “Mmm, sounds yummy. I’m Desiree.” My heart nearly exploded in my chest. “What are you drinking?” I asked her as we reached the tacky aged bar. “Strawberry daiquiri, for starters,” she said sexily. She was being so forward that I started to worry that she was a hooker herself,.