My mom is the perfect Indian mother and I never saw her in a different light.My mother works as a teacher at a local school. My grandma usually is ill...and never leaves the bed. A few years ago, my father left us and since then, we have been taking care of ourselves.A few days ago, I and my mom were having breakfast when my mom asked me a question.“Beta, our financial situation is really bad these days. We need to think of an alternate income source. Do you have any ideas?”I was busy shoving. Jaisehi maine unke boobs dabaye, unki ‘Aah’ nikal gayi. Aur unhone mera lund ek jhatke mein muh mein le liya. Woh garam ho chuki thi. Mera bhi paani ab thoda thoda beh raha tha.Maine meri jeans nikali air unke sir ko peeche se apne lund ke taraf dhakelne laga. Unhone ab lund se muh nikal ke mere gote pe ferne lage. Unhone mera ek gota apne muh mein leke usko chusne lage. Fir dusara bhi chusna start kar diya, mere gote ab pure geele ho gaye the.Unke baal maine khol diye. Jaise hi baal khol diye. A few minutes later the camera was set up, and we both stood eager to get on with it, then my grandmother came downstairs wearing a black lacy teddy, matching black knickers and stockings and high heels, before Elsie came down wearing something similar, and my cock twitched at seeing her huge boobs pressing against the flimsy material, and her thick tanned thighs stretching her stockings.She then stood beside me nervously, but smiling, and quickly I suggested we call her grandma Lilly, before I. I was on fire. His finger trailed around my belly, then back toward my pussy. His mouth kissed nibbles on the inside of my thighs, back and forth between legs, moving higher with each one.At this point I didn’t care if it was finger or mouth; I needed to be touched. He flattened his hand out and placed it on my belly, pressing lightly, holding me down, just as his mouth reached my pussy. I could feel his breath and my hips pushed up into him. He didn’t resist, wrapping his mouth around my clit..