My moms name is kavita.She is a bombshell .She is very beautiful and has got really huge and milky tits with nice ass.My father is working in army.He ...ives at kashmir.Usually he visits home twice in a year.I am the only son of my parents.We belong to a middle class family so we were living in a 1 bedroom flat.When I was young my father came to patna during vacation so I along with my mother and father used to sleep in the same room as they used to thought that I am a child only by that time.So. Ab rat ke 11 baj rhethe thodi der bad mousi mare lund ko sehlate hi lund khada ho gaya to main e mousi se kaha muze tumari gand marni hai to mousi boli nahi chut Kitni bhi mar par gand nahi to maine kaha to muze tume nahi chondna mai jane laga to mousi boli thik hai par sirf aaj ke liye dubara nahi maine kaha aaj rat ke liye wo thik hai boli maine mousji ko ulta litaya or lund ka supada uske gand par rakh ke Dhaka cene laga under nahi ja rahatha mousi boli ki wahase tel le or lund pay laga to. The emotional spike also came from the absolute fact that my daughter loved me ins such a way, she'd continue to help me commit adultery.After a couple more painful, but pleasurable moments, I glanced back at her. I saw her melons gyrate around as if she was bull riding. That caused my eyes to close somewhat and me to contaminate the sheets with drool as well.We watched each other closely as our seemingly neverending fuck session just kept getting hotter. I had no idea just how long either of. .it was intoxicating in a way that just smellinghis clothes just couldn't compare. My tongue swirled across the tip ofhis cock, savoring every bit of that ambrosia.I lost myself to it. I remember bobbing my head, swallowing it into mythroat, choking and gasping for air, drooling and moaning and being evenmore turned on than those times when I'd been on the receiving end of oneof these. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but eventually I felt his cocktwitch inside of my mouth, and then his.