Swamiji was hugging my mother who was naked completely. My mother was kissing the Swamiji and he was fondling her breasts “Aaaahh….aise meri chuch... dabao..swamiji…aaahaaaaa… jor jor se masalo…aaaaah….eeesss…..meri …swamiji…aahhhh… .apni Uma beti ko bhog lo, mere swami…offohhhhoo…meri chut ko ragad dalo…chod dalo mujhe please …(fondle my tits, hard, fuck your daughter….fuck me)” my whore mother was moaning..“Beti, tere nange jism ne mujhe pagal bana diya hai…wah kia jism hai tera….tera pati. It was Tony. She was pre-occupied talking to her husband unaware of the show she was giving her father. He sat there unable to move, or rather not wanting to move. He loved the view.He could see right through her short, silky nightie and more than that, she was bent over and he could see her ass cheeks. He had a raging hard on, and it didn't help that he didn't get to bone Darla's step-mom last night. Darla's conversation had changed and she was being a bit more intimate with Tony, at times. In the wall mirror, I see my penis arching up from my thick bush of pubic hair over my belly. I finger my scrotum and my groins, I reach between my legs to tickle my arse. That’s what you do when you kneel nude beside me to hand job me. I remember your big breasts hanging over me gently swinging, your legs perfectly placed for my hand to play with and to caress your soft round bottom, your thighs spread for me to run my fingers through your pubic bush, to finger your pussy lips, and to reach up. Mews off delight get trapped in my throat preventing the words I so desperately need to utter from escaping my open panting mouth. Behind me, I can see you fumbling with your belt; your fingers thick and uncoordinated, your blood engorged cock pressing against the buckle making the task so much more difficult.My cup runneth over; aromatic ambrosia escapes my pussy and, like raindrops on glass, trickles down the inside of my thighs glistening beneath the tubular lighting. Somewhere betwixt.