Torrid heat rushed through her nerves, beading sweat between her breasts. Control abandoned her. Soft moans laced the increasing rhythm of her panting... Kinari reached both hands between her legs, pulled her panties to the side, and plunged the vibrator deep inside her. Supple muscles clasped the smooth spiral shape gliding through tender walls engorged by desire. Two fingers rubbed her clit as she angled the focal point so it channeled all the energy through her g-spot. She suckled her own. Now let’s begin .Well the events started way back in 2009 and I was just 19 years and Nithya was at that time only 18. I and Nithya are basically neighbors and we stayed almost all the time together. Nithya’s family is of 2 members her mother is a govt employee who tours quit often and her father is no more, Nithya likes to spend time with me and my sister. Nithya a typical Tamil girl but as she had stayed in the north she prefers wearing all modern Dresses. Well as I said I was 19 years old I. I walk around and stood in front of her. I sat next to her, and put my arms on her shoulder. And then the unthinkable happened, I said “Anu, kis baat pe ro rahi hai (what are you crying for?)”. Anu is my mom’s name.Me calling her by name was such a shock value that she immediately turned around and was staring me in the face.Me – Tell me what are you crying for?Mom – I am such a loser. I lost my husband, I seduced my own son. I am in love with my own son. I am cheating my own Daughter. I don’t. She approached his dick with reverence, almost. Reached her hand out, gently encircled it, then her head moved toward it.“Lick your lips,” I whispered.She did that, then just like I’d wanted, she put her mouth over him.I kissed him while she familiarized herself with a new experience.“She’s...” he started.“Enjoying something that I enjoy. That YOU enjoy...”“Deena...” He sighed.“Love you, Bill,” she said, then there was an audible slurp.“Haley,” Bill said. “Too much ... I’m close...”“Deena, he’s.