This would leave us alone for the rest of the night with our two new pussies. I was getting antsy. It was going to be so thoroughly erotic. I was goin... to see my mother eat pussy, and we were all going to fuck up a storm. I pushed the remote controls for the fireplace and the stereo. The room now felt complete. It was a warm relaxing atmosphere.We ate Raspberry Tort and Spanish coffee and made small talk between bites. I noticed that Sandy kept looking at first me then mom. I decided to listen. You know that. You know I’m going to make you do all of the chores tonight.”“Mmmmm, I don’t care Mommy. I’d use you every day if I could.”The marble of warmth in my groin grew an extra size upon hearing that. If only my husband would use me that much! My mind tormented me, “You don’t deserve the love of a good man.” That horrid voice would haunt me for days after getting used by my son.He bucked his prick back and forth. I helped by jacking my son at his steady pace. He moved my hand to his. Baat 1 sall pehle ki hai main sasural gaya hua thaGhar main mere sale ki biwi akeli thi uska naam neha hai uska jism kamal ki sunder gori kase hue chuche kya comsin mall hai mene pucha kaha gaye sab boli ki ristedari main milne gaye haiRaat tak aayege fer usne chai nasta lagaya dono ne sath nasta liya Fer idhar udhar ki baat hone lagi bato bato main mene pucha marriage life kaise chal rahi haiWo thoda sarma gaye koi jawab nhi diya mene fer pucha aur bola jawab nhi diya sarmate hue boli thik. His mind is getting filled with every minute detail of this experience as if he doesn’t want to forget not a single detail of it.Vasanta was breathing into his mouth taking more effort and time caressing his hair, his chest, his shoulders, and his back like a teenager. They fell back on the bed while she pulled him between her legs on top of her and their making continued as he wriggled against her. His erection through the clothes was mashing into her thinly covered pussy. Her body felt.