Matlab saaf tha ki agar kisi ne bhi kabhi ungli daal ke hilaya hota toh nabhi gol hoti. Mere muh se hi nikal gaya ki nabhi mein kabhi ungli nahi daali...kisi ne? Usne aashcharya se dekha, mein sakpaka ke poocha, matlab kabhi bhaiya ne saaf nahi kiya kya?Zawab naa mein mila aur pooch baithi ki tum aisa kyun pooch rahe ho? Meine sambhal ke zawab diya ki agar shadi k baad nabhi dhang se naa khule toh batcha hone mein dikkat hoti hai, aur pet bhi dard karta hai, sunkar usko aashcharya hua aur meri. I moan with pleasure as the pain engulfs me, my knees threaten to give out. My now tiny flaccid penis partially hiding in the skin of my voluminous balls begins to leak precum again. I don’t want him to stop. “Please. Oh, please,…” I beg, unable to complete my think as he continues to abuse my nipples. My knees continue to feel weak as he works on my nipples, pulling and twisting to my considerable pain and pleasure. I lean into him trying to keep from falling. It is no use. My knees give out. .I on the other hand knew her better than anybody, and I could see that she was much closer to crying than to laughing...This was on the screen for a few minutes, probably to give the thousands of people that were watching and following my mother’s degradation the chance to get comfortable...I know I did...As much as I love her, the sick things she was subjected to still gave me the biggest sexual rush I had ever experienced.So I watched, and played with myself while my poor innocent mother. I lowered myself back into the tub, determined not to let her distract me this time. I kissed her lips covered in my juices, and relished what she had done to me, not once, but twice. I wantedneeded–to repay her, to give her a fantastic orgasm of her own. We passionately kissed as my hand slipped between her thighs and gently teased her clit. I kissed and licked her neck, working my way down as she started to rise out of the water. Playing with one nipple between my finger and thumb, as my lips.