” Mrs. Hudson made her way into the kitchen and I made myself nice and warm under the covers. It was a few minutes before she returned holding two c...ps of tea. She set them both down on the table and say at the end of the couch where my feet were not touching. “So how are you doing sweetheart,” Mrs. Hudson asked me, rubbing my leg in a motherly way through the blanket. “I know that it must be hard to be away from your parents and living in our house. I know that we can sometimes be the hated. Last year in June we decided to have a second honeymoon trip to Shimla, a hill station. When we arrived there it was really cold and chilly, a perfect weather for making love. We checked in a hotel, and spent 3 days almost in bed, seldom going out for a sightseeing trip. On our fourth day we were having a walk by the main road, when I received a call on my cell phone from one of my friend in Casablanca, Morocco. His name is Hamid, he is young guy of 26, 6ft. tall and with dark hair. I was sad. He inserted his middle finger back into her pussy to lube it up before pushing it straight into her asshole. She screamed as the penetration hurt. He brought it back out and once again inserted it back into her cunt. Soaking not one, but two fingers this time in her pussy. He slid them up her crack until they rested at the entrance to her asshole again. He thrust forward with no warning and submerged the two fingers into her as far as he could. He was ramming his fingers in and out. Dad arrived only fifteen minutes later, carrying his briefcase with his tie loosened and his jacket hung casually over his arm."Hi, John," he said to me cheerfully. "Have a good day?" Yeah, it was great," I told him. I brought my influence to bear on him. It was remarkably easy. I had been influencing both him and Mom in subtle ways for weeks. "I have a present for you, Dad," I said.He looked intrigued. "Really? Like what?" It's a surprise," I said. I sent arousal towards him, and was.