The local rumour mill got to work and word went around that the house was being converted into a clubhouse for the gang. Very quickly a protest commit...ee was formed and petitions got up. But nothing really happened. I did hear some vague threats to burn the place down, but I’m sure that was all hot air. I think the greatest achievement of that committee was to complain about the noise of the motorcycles coming and going, either early in the morning or late at night. And even then I think they. Then as I started to leave her house, just before reaching the door, I looked back to say bye to her when I noticed that she was checking out my ass while I was walking. When she saw that I caught her in the act, she was very flushed but not at all embarrassed; it was like she wanted to say, “What are you going to do about it?”Since that time, when I realized that she lusted after my ass, I started to have wild and erotic dreams about her. I masturbated 3-4 times a day from just hearing her. Now I was really crazy about umma as I observed her each part of the body through her nighty and I was dying to fuck her somehow. But I was afraid that I may land in trouble and it may ruin my marriage life. But my lust towards my mother-in-law grew day by day and it became unbearable for me and I was just getting angry with my wife for silly things due to the frustration. Somehow I needed to fuck my umma. So I decided to make some plan to get her into my trap and seduce her to get fucked by. “Tell me that my cock is the best,” I growled. “Say it.”Her eyes widened. “No, no, it's not.”“It's not?” I asked, slamming into her.She gasped, her pussy clenching down on my girth. Her legs quivered, the ropes groaning. Her face twisted in rapture. I smiled and drew back and back. Her juicy cunt clung to me as I pulled more and more of my cock out.“If it's not the best...” I said with feigned regret and ripped out of her.“Kurtis!” she moaned, her pussy gaping open. “No, no, shove it back in.