She is a freelance writer for fashion magazines and on-line blogs so she is pretty dressed up where ever she goes. I got home one Friday evening from...an afternoon shift. I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. The house was dark as I made my way to the second floor and down the hall to our bedroom. Only a light from the bedroom as I entered the room finding her not there. There was a sultry voice from the on-suite bathroom as I took my jacket off.“Is that you darling?”. Is it still all right to call you Tommy? You're a man now so maybe I should call you Tom or Thomas." No, Mom, Tommy's still O.K. Dad was Tom and I'm Tommy."She cooed in pleasure from what I was doing to her tits. "I don't want you to think you are a substitute for him although you are very similar to him. I can't say I didn't wonder what you'd feel like inside me, Tommy. All those nights we slept together and I felt your cock poking my ass made me think about you as more than a son. More than. "Oh yes, "Lana moaned as her hand dropped down and circled his own swollen cock.As Bert continued to slid himself in an out of Lana her moaning became louder. Lana commenced to jack her own cock as Bert worked on her rear. Finally Lana sensed the end was near."I'm going to cum," she said in between moans."So am I," Bert responded.She felt his body stiffen as he shot his load into her. Lana moaned and shot her wad onto the chair. Bert withdrew his now shrinking cock and they crumpled to the. Ye kahani ab se 2 saal pahle ki hai when i started for 11th after my high school exams. Mere ghar par ek chota sa function tha i.e. Mere bhai ka birthday. That’s why mere ghar par meri mausi, bua, dadi aur kai log aaye huye the.Unme se hi ek meri bua ki ladki “Anjali” thi. Wo kahne ke liye to mujhse badi thi lekin sirf 2 months ki. She had also given her gig school papers but her holidays were still going on. Meri mummy ne use especially bulaya tha ki wo kuch din hamare ghar par rahe. Mummy ke.