Mom had still not cum and was getting hysterical. She was tugging at my cock but I never fucked my mother if I was not angry. There was only one way.....to find another man.I heard the door open and a stocky black man came out. He was shocked to see the bride to be bent over, her legs spread apart and her son milking her tits but when he overcame that shock I motioned him to come over and help me. No more words were needed. The man lifted my mother's bridal gown over her hips exposing her red. The breathing continued and was soon added by someone lightly blowing air onto his lips. The sensation in the darkness was very erotic and Hardy could feel his cock beginning to get hard. Slowly Hardy parted his lips slightly and allowed the tip of his tongue to escape from his mouth and sensually lick his mouth from one side to the other. His tongue was greeted by a pair of open lips and another tongue which slid easily into Hardy’s waiting mouth. As he began to kiss and tongue in the. Slavegirl rolled out of bed. Master's motorcycle boots moved with authority on the wood floor. slavegirl loved that sound. Watching Master's butt move against the tight pants of his uniform, slavegirl followed Master to his chair beside the assortment of chains hanging from hooks on the back of the bedroom door. Master selected the pussy chain, a combination that formed what could best be called a tense steel thong. slavegirl stepped forward and shivered as Master connected one cold chain. During tuitions sometimes she used to feed me forcefully. Then we started talking about my job. Bhabhi: “Raju, how is your life going on in a metro city like Bangalore” Me: “Good bhabhi, but still I miss my hometown”. Bhabhi: ” Well you may be enjoying your initial career days, as now you are independent” Me: “Hmm.. somewhat” .. Bhabhi: “Even I wished such a life, but got stucked here”. This was the first time I saw her remorseful about her married life, although I knew she was not happy. Then.