Phir uthke dheere dheere lund ko andar bahar karne lageJiju : kyun be randi ab maza aa hai?Mom: maza aata hai aahhh… isiliye toh ooo…aahhh….uiii...… tujhse chudwati hu bhosrike aaahhhhhh……Jiju: saali behen ki laudi aaj tujhe ji bhar k chodunga , bahut din k baad jo mili hai.Mom: toh chod na ah…ah…ah..meri chut phad de chod chod k.uiii…..ahhhh….ahhh.ah…Jiju ne apni raftar bara di thi aur room se thaap thaap ki awaze aa rahi thiJiju: chal randi aab kuttia ban jaUs position mai ate samay unki gaand. Reassures her. “I just wish I could stay here, but I’ve got to go to Nicaragua to be with Milo…he, like, really wants me to get settled in down there and be with him when I have your baby…” the hippie replies, heaving a deep sigh. “You guys, like, don’t realize how complicated it is being a chick…Milo is my soulmate…and I’m in love with Steve…and I love you guys, too, both of you…but I’m not IN love with either of you…like, you know what I mean…?” she asks. “Yeah, we do…kinda…I guess…” J.J.. A positive nod of her head and she soon feels the bite of the clamps, her nipples still sensitive from the prior stint with the clamps during her spanking. He again moves his finger inside her, then two. He can feel her contracting around his fingers and easily finds her g-spot. With a curved finger, he begins to stroke and can feel the wetness grow. ‘Touch yourself’ he orders. Although her wrists are tied together, her hands are otherwise free. She moves her hands from above her head and. “Forgive me” “You didn’t answer my question,” Mom was persistent.“Is the lady in the story your aunt?” My heart was beating aloud as I managed to reply in a hoarse voice, “No, it is you mom.” Mom’s eyes brows shrunk at once hearing my admission. Incest! It was hard to believe that her son have been fantasizing about her right under her nose. A sudden heaviness landed inside her as she struggled to digest the hard reality. Mom’s puzzled look further aggravated the fears in my mind as my eyes.