I didn't want to smear my lipstick again...not yet.She reached around and unclasped my black satin bra, letting my breasts fall into her delicate,tiny...hands,her long nails richly coated in a strong red lacquer. As she played with my boobs I leaned forward to start kissing her earlobes. She could feel the lipstick,wet and warm,on her ears and neck and her head fell back with pleasure,giving me access to her throat,and down her neck,leaving a trail of deep,red colour across her collarbones and. Then she turned upside down so that his cum fell out into her mouth, down her chin, and in her tits. I shot my load then all over the hallway wall. His dick was hard again and tried to get back on top of her but the she stopped and perked her head up. “What?” he asked. “Did you hear that ?“she said. I ducked out of the hallway and hid in the kitchen. I heard someone get off the bed (its creaky), she used fake surprise and said “Oh my God, my Dad’s home, you have to get out!” I heard them. "All I could think was, "Thanks, Mom, that's not helping." Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me about it?"I stood up and mumbled "no" and walked away, most likely just in time to keep her from offering to show me the best way to do it.I knew how now, and had grown so hard thinking about her that I couldn't hold back any longer. When I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out, there was already so much pre-cum dribbling out the end of it that I could slide my hand up and down it. So the servants were used to making these preparations. He told them to have his wives assemble in the floral room. We then carried our robes and went to join them. As we entered the room, the women were sitting on a long couch beside each other and chattering away. They immediately stopped their chatter and stood up. My birth mother, Yasmin, greeted us: My beloved husband and son, it is such a wonderful pleasure to see you this evening. We all give you Allahs blessing for being here with us..