Even through the material, I could feel he was large. My slender fingers barely managed to cup him while I stroked him, my lips still bothering his ni...ples. Cheeks flaming, I struggled with the button, failing miserably until he chuckled and undid it for me. He was hot, velvet, and smooth; alive in my hands.And I rose from his lap onto my knees to catch the moan on his lips, cupping his balls in an unsure hold.“This will be over before it has even started,” he said. “Stand up for me.” His hands. Uske baad mujhe laga shayed kahi dad ko na bata de. Par thank god nahi bataya. Toh maine bhi kuch din baad phir baat karne ki sochi.Waise toh woh mana hi kar rahi par.Par pata nahi mujhe achanak see kya hua. Maine iss bar kmar haath rakh diya himmat krke. Phir unko kash pakad liya. Aur eye contact dekar kar diya kiss unke lips par. Woh thoda protest kar rahi thi par ab mere andar himmat aa gayi. Kiss karte gaya aur neck ko bhi kiss kiya boobs bhi dabaye.Woh silent ho chuki thi. Maine ab unke. In her world, knowledge of that kind had no value. Neither did the words ‘maybe or might be’. Things either were…or were not. She was either, hungry, or not, thirsty, or not–alive or not. Being large for her kind would help her stay alive, the knowledge of being large…would not. She sat in the sun, on the highest outcrop she could find, her eyes roaming the landscape, she was the undisputed ruler of all she surveyed. Even the largest of the forest dwellers dared not question her authority. The. Rob watched his sister kneel between their mother’s legs. She used each long-fingered hand to open her mother’s hanging lips to the sides. And she just plunged right in like she’s done this a million times before. She spiralled her tongue around; she pulled on the pussy lips with her teeth; and she fingered the hot, wet hole where she came from nineteen years ago. The entire room smelled aromatically of pussy and cock as Rob watched his large, fat prick disappear into his mom’s stretched-out.