Bhabhi – Kya hua bhaiya?Me – Kuch nahi (sharmate hue).Phir bhabhi ne grocery ka saman liya aur wapas jaate time bhabhi aur jaada chipak ke baithi ...ur tight pakad ke! Phir main bhabhi ke ghar gaya saman rakha aur jaane laga.Bhabhi – Aao bhaiya kuch le loMe- Kya doge?Bhabhi – Jo maango woh! Waise bhi aap meri itni help karte ho to aapka haq banta hai?Me- Chalo dekhte hai! Time ane pe.Fir woh ghar aake Rohan ko le ke chali gayi. Raat mein maine WhatsApp pe unko online dekha to message kar dia.Me –. "Harder Danny harder...Ohh... I love it hard like that...yes baby...like that...for momma...yes...yes... yes..." With each "yes" of hers my cock was buried as deep as it could go and the pounding brought us both off. I felt myself erupting into her ass and the slickness made it easier to piston in and out of her. I took hold of both of my mother's tits and I came calling to her; my name on her lips warmed me as she shook in orgasm. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life.We went. I am a 27 year old man from Hyderabad. About an year ago, while I was doing my P.G, I happened to form a relationship with my mother’s friend. She is around 50 – 55, and is a little bit fatty. Her house is at walking distance from my home.From the time I had known her, she had been divorced from her husband. They were always having some case in courts over the ownership of their properties for years and only recently did the court order that the house and the land belong to her. However, her. “It’s okay,” she sighed, shaking her head at me. “Damnit, I hate you,” she said lightly, with a faint smile. “Me” I asked innocently. “I can never stay mad at you.” She admitted. “I noticed.” I said, putting an arm around her. We remained like that for awhile. It had begun to rain. The house was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting it. “Do you think I’m pretty” she asked curiously, looking up at me. “You’re beautiful,” I replied, not missing a beat. “Really” she asked, after a.