I looked at the gap between the seats, it was too narrow and I was in a dilemma.Sensing my confusing Mamatha whispered, “Come on top of me, and fuck...me. I know you can’t fuck properly, at least you can put your….cock in me and cum in there. I want your cum inside my…..pussy.”I got up and looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but to my relief, everyone was sleeping. Meanwhile, Mamatha had pulled my pants and briefs down to my knees level. I leaned over her and pulled her to the edge of. You wouldn't get up if Dad hit you. The violence might have been caused by an air bubble that was left in Dad's brain but that didn't make it any easier to live with. He hit Mom once a few months later and I got in the way trying to protect her, terrified that Dad would kill her. Mom was tiny. He hit me in the side of the head and knocked me clean across the lounge room. I couldn't hear for hours nor could I move because I was too dizzy. Aside from beltings, which were Dad's idea of discipline,. A guy named Lohith approached me telling me that he had liked my narration especially on infidelity which is more common these days. He was a happily married businessman from Hassan. He requested me to seduce his sexy orthodox wife Kridhi.But I did not believe because of the word orthodox which is really rarest rare these days. He then confided in me that he only broke her virginity after marriage. He shared lots of pics of beautiful Kridhi, she was tall and had a sexy figure with slightly. When I moved my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands cup my pussy through my soaking knickers. Fucking hell, I was wet... I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that. Slowly I began moving my pelvis up and down on his fingers, pushing my thin wet knickers into my fanny. Soon my sons fingers were running along the groove caused by my huge fanny lips opening to allow his magic.