)Mom: “Hey chukicha aahe. Aah. Koni baghitla tar kay mhanel?” (This is wrong. I am your mother. What if someone sees us?)Me: “Mag kadhu baher?�...Mom: ” Nako, karat raha. Aah. Jorat kar. Toh aplya pori la jhavu shakto tar mi majhya poracha tatlela lund majhyaat taakla tar kahi vait nahi. ( No, continue doing it. Harder. If a father-daughter can have sex, then a mother-son also can.)Now we both were lost in the act. I pulled my mom’s nipples and started pounding her. She held the railings, lifted. As she bowed to the appreciative crowd, Nathaniel Howe began to squirm in his chair. Mozart. The child prodigy he was compared to growing up. Howe’s medium was not the piano, the harpsichord, the violin, or the flute. His was the guitar. He composed his first song at four, gave his first concert at eight, and by 10, was touring worldwide. He loved music, it was his only friend. But his parents, two people that used his talent to their benefit, poisoned him. Whenever he had moments of doubt,. And I know a dive-boat where we’d be made very welcome. If you had any views on the matter you didn’t share them. But then you were at something of a disadvantage. I watched as your head moved up and down on my swollen cock. The arm-binder restraining your arms behind your back must be really painful by now. But did I care? Not really. I lay back on the bed and watched your reflection in the mirror. Tight, tight black latex covered your perfect curves. How magnificent you are, and you’re mine.. She's had appointments before, but always had then pre-scheduled. She's not going for the Morning After Pill is she?" She kidded."Mary, don't even joke about that. You know I'm not THAT kind of guy, and from what you've told me, she's not that kind of girl. We went to a movie, had a pizza and I brought her home." I told her convincingly."No lezzie talk?" Mary asked cruelly."Mary, do you suppose she would LIKE to hear that comment. If you value her as an employee as much as you say, I wouldn't.