Tbbhi mom soirahe lakin unki swas tje hone lagi thi use dekh kar maine unke pure jism pe dusra haath pherne laga or ek haath se bobs ko press kar raha...tha. Himat kake mai unki bhai hui jango ke bitch pohuch to me heran rah gaya muje apne app pe viswas nahi ho ratha ki mom ne niche kuch bhi nahi pehna tha. Ye sab dekh kar mujse raha nahi gaya or jaat se apna haath mom ke gown ke under dal dia or ounki choot ko sehlane lage. Mom ki chut ko chune se mom ne ek siskari si li jisse muje laga ki mom. Not that there were that many options. You could work in the fields or in the community, but that had very low returns, dependent almost entirely on either the season or how well everyone else was doing. You could work in the factories, but that invariably meant sex anyway. Especially for Buttercup. She couldn't help being so very pretty, and it was almost a curse to her here. And it wasn't as if the work in the factories was that easy either. And Tracey hadn't forgotten the time she and. . only..."I just mumbled something like: "That's alright, I was doing... it... myself..." She smiled shyly and I didn't quite know what to do. I felt stupid standing around like this and asked: "So, are you finished?" while trying to avoid staring at her open pants. She looked at me clueless."I mean, did you... come?" She blushed. "Oh, uh, no, I mean, I did, I just wanted to... go for little girls." She stuttered while trying to avoid looking at me. I was speechless for a moment and must've got. “Slam” My head turned. Was that the front door? “Hello! Hello! Where my little Richie??” said a loud female voice. “Oh! Fuck it my Mom. Play it cool Buck. Don’t say a word. Maybe she won’t see you.” Said Richie. “Richie! Richie where are you sweetie??” said a loud female voice. I turned my head on the couch, looking back to the kitchen. I could hear some heels clicking on the linoleum floors leading into the living room. Richie eyes got bigger as his Mom kept getting closer. .