Mother used to feed him food and fuck him, except on those nights when the president or father was visiting. Mother was fucking three men. Some nights...after mother fucking President or father, she used fuck Lakshman.I was 15, studying 10th class, Mother used to fuck father during his visits, put him to sleep and then fuck Lakshman. Lakshman was a good cook too. He used to cook food in our house, serve food, eat and then be available whenever mother wants to fuck him. Lakshman got a job and went. Cleavage? What the hell was I thinking? She couldn't be over four feet tall. No one that young has developed enough to approach cleavage. But there was the evidence right in front of me. She had a pair on her that would have pleased any Hollywood starlet.It was a hell of a costume. The dress was nothing special and I imagine it could be found at any upscale boutique that catered to the clubbing crowd. But what was under the dress was what was so amazing.Now, get your mind out of the gutter.. Micheal walked across the hall from his room into the basement's main room and plopped down on his couch, taking off his McDonald's shirt and pulling out his Verizon Chocolate. He hit the number 2 then "Talk" he waited a few rings until he heard his Baby Girl's voice answer "Hello?" Hey beautiful, how was your day?" It has been fine, I've been waiting to talk to you" Really? Why?" To tell you that the boxers that I stole from you are all wet" God baby, you know I have to be good until they go. However lately I have been craving sme fat cock so I decided to take a quick trip out of town to the nearest mailman house. I’ve been looking forward to going there for a couple of weeks prior. Just remembering my trip gets my cock throbbing. The trip took just under two hours to get there. On the way there I figured I would take the opportunity to be a little lewd And stop at a few truckstops that might Play host to wandering eyes in the men’s room. Unfortunately even though my cock was ready.