Ironically, none of the girls had ever seen cum stains on bedding, and did not recognize them for what they were. Embarrassed that they may have had a..."feminine accident" during the night, all three decided to wash their sheets as well. Once the noise of the washer was heard, the other two girls quickly brought their messy sheets to put into the load. It was only as they sat at the breakfast table, drinking juice and nurturing headaches that anyone had the spirit to talk about the night. She pulled my foreskin back over the tip several times, lubricating my bell end until it shone.Her hand fell from her breast and found my balls instead, it felt like she was weighing each one in her hand before examining them thoroughly. I felt like I was going to come and she had just started.My mothers bent down over me, her tongue dancing over my tip as her hand worked up and down on my shaft, she paused and stretched her mouth before sinking her lips around my cock. It felt so good, all. She gasped at the firmness and the size of my cock. “Hai Hai, What are you doing?” but did not remove her hand from my cock.I took my hands to her breasts and slowly caressed them and said “Bhabhi I can’t help it, I love you. She looked like a woman in heat and she immediately got up and went to her bedroom. I followed her and saw that Bhabhi was lying down on the bed. I went to her and started to press her boobs over her salwar. Bhabhi started moaning with pleasure. I opened her buttons first. I remember him walking me backward, bit by bit, until we had left the 'suite' part of my room and were then standing in the bedroom. His lips were a blur as they rove over my breasts, my lips, my shoulders, my arms, and then back again. Something went off in my head that I was supposed to remember. I couldn't think and was dealing with the anxiety of what was happening and then I was also dealing with the fact that I was...hungering...for what was happening. His hands felt good. When he went to.