I am going to share with you the real life incidents of my life involving my sweet mother Sneha and my uncle. My uncle in this case is my dad’s youn...er brother. The incidents in this story have begun way back in my childhood and I can remember till the recent happenings. Before I start let me explain my mom who is the main character in this story.She is of 48 years now and a gorgeous slightly plumb Mallu south Indian lady working as a teacher in high school. Her stats read 38-34-42 as far as I. The skirt was long enough most of the time, but every so often, it was evident that she was not wearing anything under her skirt. I snapped several pics of that ass, thinking about what I would do to it later. After about ninety minutes, Susan finally sat down. I pulled her over onto my lap. I had already lowered my zipper, and hidden by her skirt, I pulled out the dildo I had put into the harness earlier.I wet it with a bit of saliva on my hand and guided it into her pussy as she lowered. She was huddled into a shell, as if trying to curl herself into a protective ball. She kept her eyes on the floor, never looking up at me. That started a new round of questions soaring through my mind: who, or what, were the tears for?Johnson put us in the back seat of his car, then climbed into the driver's seat and backed out. We were barely underway when Pam put a hand on my arm.I shook it off and hissed, "Don't touch me, bitch!"She cringed as if I had struck her. I have to admit that I. She raised her head, noticing that her mother was still holding her father’s cock and that he was rigid. “Daddy, it’s very rude to ignore a young lady when she has her bum in the air,” she giggled.Harry took the hint, slipping off the bed he stood behind his daughter, his rigid erection nestled between her cunt lips before sliding it deep into her.“Oh Mummy,” Jenny smiled at her mother, “this is heaven.” She noticed the mobile phone by the side of the bed. “Take a photo Mum.”“No l can’t,” Ann.