Mommy’s mouth sucking and licking my tips and bumps while I was watching Daddy (my hero!) stroke his penis so hard just, like, sent me crazy! I cou...d hear him now breathing hard and I was afraid he was gonna die or something, but Mommy said, “no, honey, he’s just getting ready to shoot his come from his testicles, and that’s what you want to make happen when you get the chance to do what he’s doing.” She told me that’s what makes Daddy really happy. I didn’t understand, and dear Diary I. I lay on his chest with his still buried in me. Finally he spoke. "Baby, why did you wait so long to make all these changes?" he asked."I don't know. I guess I was afraid that you wouldn't like it and I wasn't sure if I was ready to take it to this level." You don't have to wonder any longer. I love it. I love you."Oh hell, there are those words. I don't want to be owned, and that sounds like ownership thinking. I mean, I love being with him. I love him fucking me silly, but I don't think I'm. After that message, the chat showed how they had sex for the first time and how my mom liked it.She became his gift on his birthday, and since then, there is a chat before and after every session they had sex. He told her how he liked to fuck her in her own bedroom, and she praised his cock. She teased and called him to come with her a lot more times than him calling her.Looked like she got a taste of excitement with him. She had a good relation and sex life with my dad too. She maintained her. Phir ek din me usse hawas ki nazar se dekh rha tha and shyd usne vo notice kr lia and mujhe pata chala to mene nazar hata li . Phir hua yu ki jab huk bad me mile to usne pucha esa kyu dekh rhe tha me daar gaya lkin hum frank hogye islia mene bola apka figure bhut mast hai itna acha figure sabko nai milta apne bhut mehnat se maintain kia hai to vo hasne lagi and thank you boli and us din himmat karke mne number manga usne turant haan kardi . Phir hmari roj bat hone lag gyi thi ab mujhe dhire.