“That’s very nice of you guys, but I meant an actual man, not my nephew.”“Hey, I am an actual man! You see these biceps,” I said as I stood ...p and showed off my muscles.She giggled but stopped when I flexed a little. “Oh my, I guess you are a man, but don’t get a big head, you’re still the same skinny kid whose butt I used to kick!”“Oh you got jokes? I’d like to see you try that now!” I said splashing her.This started a little play fight with everyone splashing each other, kicking each other. She was raging with unholy desire,burning with i****tuous passions. Any morals that the promiscuous womanpossessed had all melted away in the intense fire of her fuck-lust. To beginwith, she had only intended to give the boy a visual treat by exhibitingherself, then she had decided to treat herself to a little voyeurism. Butnow matters were getting out of hand, literally. What was i****t, anyhow? Well, letting her son fuck her would most certainly be i****t. But whatabout fondling,. Hearing that made me moan like crazy on his dick. I deep throated him a few times, but since I had just ate an hour or so ago, I didn’t want to do much for any accidents. I did more head worshipping then anything. For some reason his dick, started getting soft and then he told me to come in his house. He pulled up his pants and I got up off the floor and quickly followed him to his living room. On the couch was his laptop and his screen saver showed his young son. I turned away from it, so I. She said Ok. And she haven’t bath yet. She went to kitchen n preparing food and I was watching Tv in the hall. She came to hall and said that she would take her bath and asked me to sit in the hall for a while. She looks fair and hot in the sarees. Fortunately, she wore saree on my surprise. My feelings raised. I just look normal with wheatish complexion and with 5inch cock.She had done pooja and she came and sat in the hall to watch TV along with me. We both were sitting in different sofas. I.