As I palmed her nipples, they began to respond. Lifting a boob, I bent to suck the tip.“Mmmmm,” she hummed, whether from what I was doing or what ...as filling her hand. She gently pumped my shaft as it pulsed and inflated.That was when she uttered those immortal words. “Do you want to fuck me, big boy?”My cock in her hand throbbed in reply.“You better make Mama cum with your mouth first,” she said. My brain briefly noted but rejected the idea that this was an incest fantasy. She was only a few. .This went on for another 2 weeks and almost every single time , I could catch him out of the corner of my eyes , standing there , watching and playing with his crotch...I had begun to think of what his dick might look like under those shorts...it had to be bigger then mine , I wondered how big? Sometimes it turned me on and got me hard in the shower and I would spend extra time cleaning my cock and balls...just knowing he was back there watching and playing with his crotch...Then it finally. Aur usne mujhe bedroom dikhaya jo ki ek dam kisi five star hotel ke jaisa tha, mai waise bhi traveling se itni thaki thi ki bas bed paya aur so gai aur sahil bhi mere bagal me let gaya.Evening me kafi time ke bad meri ankhe khuli to maine apne pas sahil ko na pakar apne room se bahar aayi to dekha ki wo bahar sofa pe kisi ke sath baith ke bate kar raha tha. Usne mujhe dekh ke kaha ki aao-aao Niti ye mere Bhai hai Rafiq , mai unhe namaste kaha to unhone mujhe bhi reply me ek smile de diya, unki. Next she runs her tongue down across the tops of my shorts and licks my cock bulg. I look down and what I saw was a complete surprise to me but should not have been. Marcy is playing for the camera. She is looking at it and smiling and running her tongue around her lips and on the outside of my cock. She did not notice that I saw her but she was enjoying working before the camera. Somewhere in her she must want to be a movie star. For tonight she was mine and I was really going to make her.