”“No Brad, it would be wrong.”“Others might see it that way, but I don’t. You’re so pretty, and even more beautiful when you’re cumming....I want to see that beauty and know that it was me giving it to you.”“Brad I can’t.”“You can. Just think I can give you all that my worthless father can’t. I can give you the pleasure that you desire.”I shook my head, to stunned to reply to him. “Come on Mom. You’d love it, I promise.”“No Brad please leave me alone.”He said nothing else; his hands left my face. The black dildo was sunk deep in her cunt and she started pulling her nipples while thrusting her hips up and groaning. She paused on the picture of Pete tongue-fucking her rosebud. I could see the pictures out of the side of my eyes and my erection was bobbing in front of me. The next series of pictures was when Carol told Pete to fuck her. We could see the close up of his cock teasing her cunt before she thrust her cunt up and forced Pete's cock into her. Then the video I took between. She had to be atleast decent before my mother, who was very orthodox. She expressed her frustration and many days we went out and she had her dose of smoke drink and meat and we fucked wildly inside the bedroom at night. She irritated and insulted my mother often hoping that this will make her go back. Though i fully sympathized with neha and wished my mother would leave too, i couldn’t force mom to go back. So we had to put up with her and control ourselves. Neha lost control often and dressed. I throw on some ballet shoes and grab my keys. I only live two blocks from the Café so I decide to walk. The day is absolutely beautiful. The birds are tweeting, there is no breeze, the sun is shining, the skies are clear. What a perfect Sunday. I reach the Café and walk in. I come here all the time, and get a few hellos from a few people. I spot Harris in the corner as he waves me over. “I hope I didn't keep you too long.” “No, not at all, Grace. I just got here myself. I didn't order since I.