Uski mom (latika ) ne bhi haan keh ke chali gayi fir mahi unko towel dene ke bahane bathroom me ghus gayi latika us tym kapde utar chuki thi ghabra ga...i mahi boli kya mom beti se ghabrati ho aapke boobs pee ke badi hui. Uski mate sun ke latika boli ab tum badi ho gyi wo baat nhi to mahi boli aapko aur sharma uncle ko sex karte dekha tha tab papa se secret chupayi rahi apni dst samjho we can keep secret .Fir mahi unke boob pe haath rakh ke bolti hai abhi bhi shape me hai wo sharma jaati hai.. She’s all yours tonight. I’ll take over tomorrow” He smiled and thanked me as my wife kissed his shaved, muscular chest. Then I saw his hands touch her breasts through the gown. She moaned and their lips kissed passionately. She soon sat on the bed, looking up at him. “Can I see your cock?””Yeah...” He lowered his shorts over the bulge. It was huge, hanging there, had to be ten inches and not fully erect. My wife held it in her palm, glancing at me probably to see my reaction. I only smiled and. But there didn’t seem to be much I could do if that was what he had in mind, so I just shoved it out of my head.And went and made some soup. Chicken soup.OK, not exactly “made”; I opened up a can, poured it out, added water like the directions said and stuck it in the microwave. I’d lost power along with the phone, of course, but the generator out back was chugging away nicely and would keep on chugging as long as I remembered to add gas every twelve hours or so, and I had plenty of gas.Why. Then he got bold. “You liked sucking me, didn’t you.” I looked up at him…our eyes met…we smiled. There was a time for talk, but this was not it.I reached for his pulsing cock, taking hold, gesturing it close and played with it. “That feels so good Mom,” he said. I stroked him again and cupped his balls. “Are you going to make me come again?” he asked. “Would you like that?”…a stupid question but we were feeling our way. He said: “I’m having those sexual feelings we talked about.” I.