So, here is the narration in the second person.Viswa went to his village to spend his vacation at his grandmother’s house. He did not inform his gra...dma about his arrival as he wanted to surprise her. But, he was surprised when he couldn’t find her in the house.After a few minutes, he went into the kitchen to drink some water. Just as he entered, he found a lean girl standing near the kitchen counter and cooking something. She was in her worn-out salwar-kameez, but she had a gorgeous pair of. Kevin and I both agreed to be completely silent whilst he answered the phone but we decided to keep fucking though. Kevin slowly fucked me as I continued to suck Brian whilst he talked to his wife on the phone. When the call ended Brian pulled his cock out of my mouth and said he had to go. I asked "How will I get home?" Still fucking away, Kevin said "I'll give you a lift home if you want?" Brian looked at Kevin and said thanks then left in a hurry. I was glad Kevin had offered me a lift home. I thought I had a better chance of having sex with Jennifer Lopez than I did my mother.But things have a funny way of working out and my dream of banging my mom was about to be set in motion. It all started last spring with my cousin's wedding. My cousin was getting married out west and my parents and I would be spending several days in a hotel. Now I must mention that my father is a snorer, not just your typical snorer but one of those that could keep up an entire house of people awake with. Jeez, she is a ripe one; a bit tall, a bit, just a teeny bit stocky, nice melons, great for feeding. Good thing she wears a support bra. She never did tell me why she hit on me that first time; probably pissed off at Artie. She must have caught him in the sack with that little Megan slut or that other bimbo in his office. Not so little where it counts, though, that Megan; she's got an asshole you can drive a truck through. Or maybe she caught him with Ginny. Nervy bastard; lucky bastard.What is.