He gave a mean look at me and said “he is not my son you know that, tu is ghar ki bahuw jaroor yeh, use pahele tu ek aurat aur maine ek mard, aur as...l mard kal rat ko tujhe pata chala yeh.Aur ek bat bolta huw tujhe yeh ghar mera hai aur mujhe mere ghar pe jo karna hai koi use koi rokh nahi sakhta, Taken aback by his sudden change in his style, I was shocked. He lunged at me. I tried to dodge him, but he was fast. He grabbed my arm. “Babuji please Dinkar a jayega.” I pleaded, struggling to get. With his hand he glided himself toward the crack of his Mom’s bottom, lightly brushing his cock along the length. He looked at his mother in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close. She looked particularly whorish with her big bare butt and her teat hanging out of the front of her bra.He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother’s butt, seeking the warmth within while he continued fingering her clit.“Not there, honey. I’m still sore from the last time.. Mr. Rogers stood nearby, observing his student's punishment. The lesbian licked her lips. Guys groaned, sitting up in their seats to watch me drill my cock down Becky's gullet.“Fuck her mouth hard!” groaned Mr. Rogers. “Teach that slut not to wear so much makeup in my class. It's distracting.”“Yeah!” moaned the lesbian. “Pound her mouth. Make those big boobs shake.”Becky squealed in frustration, the passion rippling around my cock. I groaned as I fucked in and out of her gullet. She gurgled as. “I love it when you do that, mom,” I admitted.“I know you do, son, I can feel you’re very excited,” she replied.“Mom, your hand feels so good,” I answered and returned my attention to her breast.“Tell me, son, what’s the kinkiest thing you ever thought about me?” my mother asked.“I like to think that I’m between your legs and that we kiss passionately,” I responded.“When you say that you’re between my legs, what do you mean exactly?” my mom inquired.“I would think about being inside of you,.