Meri mummy ka nam sunita he unki aje 33 he or dekhne me wo kafi khub surat he,wo hame sa sadi pahenti he,us ki gand kafi moti he jab wo chalti he to d...no kulhe ese matkte he ki kisi ka bhi man use chodne ko ho jay. Dosto hamere pados me ek uncle rehete the jo ki marwadi the. Un ko hum sharmaji ke nam se pukarte the wo dekh ne me kafi handsome the, hamara or unka gar pas pas me hi tha bichme keval ek choto si diwar thi. Meri mummy unko pasand karti thi. Mane kai bar mummy ko unke sath baat karte. Her words were prayers and curses. She spoke aloud only encouragement to the man as she knelt over him. She trembled, hoping he did not notice her tremors. Grief and injury tumbled in turmoil beneath his head scarf. Relief and regret broke through as the woman tended his wounds. His humble cloth glistened with blood. Flies landed on it and nourished themselves. He shouted passion, delirious sympathy and desire overwhelmed him. He loved her. He wanted her. She assured him. She loved him. She. . you just get off on ... seeing ... ladies ... spread ... our legs ... and take it good and deep!” Mom groaned and panted ... as I continued hammering her slippery snatch and going deeper with each stroke.Finally, of course, it happened. I bottomed out inside Mom’s cavernous cunt and she squeezed as tightly as she could, unmistakably enjoying on some kinky, primal level that I went even deeper than Dad ever did (she didn’t tell me this until later in a moment of confidence). I found myself. It was the condescending look of a vain and arrogant person.Someone who was aware of her beauty and the effect it had on the men inthis world.God! He has never had it this good! She thought to herself. None of themever did. She not only had beauty but also had skill to go with it. Shethought of how all those men she had been with over the years and howthey had considered her to be a freak and not even deserving of basichuman respect - that was of course before they discovered her pleasures.And.