She felt the water swish as he got in with her, heard him settle into the seat where she had been sitting, a nervous giggle threatened to escape , but...she fought it. He reached for her hand and pulled her toward him, settling her on his lap, her back to him. "Open your eyes..." as she did, there were candles lit and burning with a soft glow all around. He had one arm around her, the other came around her and in his hand was a single rose "I remember you stating that a single rose was more. I cried thru my panties gag as he violated my virgin snack. "Slut like you and your mother like it when it hurt don't you stupid whore?" I fought more, pushing him ,but his weigh kept me down. He slapped again, "Quit you stupid cunt or I'm going to hurt you more, I don't want to mess up that pretty face. It 's great to look at when your down on your kneels begging for a cock to stuff in your mouth." He raped me, fucking me hard the lotion and virgin blood still didn't lessen any pain of. Aur Bittu ne apna tana hua laude mummy ki bur me dal diya aur jor se dhakke lagane laga aur mummy ki bur niche se unaka jabab de rahi thi. Ghamasan chudai chal rahi thi. Aur mummy ke siskariya nikalne lagi…ahhh…uiiiiiiiiiiiiii… .kya kar raha hai re……..jor se chodo Bittuaaaa chadoooo … meri bur bhi kam nahi hai….. Kas-kas kar dhakke maro bittu Bittuaaaaa, chodo jor es sali bur kooooooo, jo har samay chudane ke liye bechain rahati hai… chooooo..dooooooo…… ab to Bittu bhi puri speeed me tufan. Especially since I'd begun looking at my mother in a whole new and inappropriate way. It was my friend Zander's fault. While spending the weekend at his house, I had spied on him getting it on with his mom in her bedroom. And since then, I'd begun looking at my mother in a different light. I'd come to notice her round behind and her long, shapely legs, the fullness of her breasts (I guessed they were large C-cups) and the delicious curve of her neck. And as she stood there in the.