Her dad moved his hand from her breast and slid it up her leg. She noticeably widened her thighs and he pushed his fingers into her crutch. She gasped...as he did that. As I stood and watched her dad fingering her, she said to me and Uncle Doug, “Play with your cocks – I want to see that”. Then, as we did as she asked, she added, “That’s good boys ” sounding very much like her mother. It sounded strange yet acceptable coming from her. It seemed to add another dimension to things and I was. Woh sharma gyi or kaha kuch b mat bolo,aapke chacha ne kbi aisa nhi kaha mujhse then woh kitchen se bahar gyi ,maine dekha k kitchen me chacha ka cell charge hoo rha h usme maine chachi ka phone no ley lia,o shit meri chachi ka naam btna hii bhool gya unka naam h sagrika.Next day main shop pr gya chacha k toh lunch time pr chacha apne ghr lunch laane k liye apne worker ko bejte h,but uss dinn main betha thaa woh mujhe apne bike kii key dii orr kaha k ghr se lunch toh lekr aana,maine yeh sunntey. "Yes Marsha, your dads cock feels good." Oh My God! Mom was telling me things I never wanted to know, but this night had seen once, and now was seeing again! This time in the doorway of the room I'd grown up in. This was so wrong, sooo hot! I could see mom's nipples hard and distended between dad's thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he fucked her again and again. With every stroke her body seemed to move towards me. It WAS moving towards me! With each stroke. I have to admit, as sick as it sounds, I've never been so turned on before. “Let’s go, Tommy. We don’t have all day,” she said impatiently. “Mom will be back from work in an hour.”I don’t think Tracy meant to tease me but she kept doing this thing where she would move her creamy ass cheeks in tiny circles, then do a wiggle like she was subconsciously daring me to pounce. Then she looked over her left shoulder, gave me a wicked grin and said, “What’s the matter, Tommy? Don’t you like my.