I didn’t think much of it because he allowed us to have fun while he was home, and especially because I fucked his daughter in his house pretty much...nightly. At first when we started fucking, I was a bit uncomfortable to have sex with her at night when her dad was home because her bedroom was across the hall from her fathers, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful. She insisted that it was fine, that she did it all the time with other guys, so I took her word for it. At first, we kept it quiet. Her back arches up abruptly off motel bed, her tiny hands clutching fistfuls of sheet, her mouth opened wide, the muscles of her stomach stretched taut, and her throat convulsing silently. She slumps back to the bed and her body curls forward, straining almost, and her hand snaps down to between her legs as he starts fucking her again, this time less rapidly: more measured, long strokes of his cock with hard finishes when he drives it to the hilt, as her fingers flash at her clit and her tits. I pushed one finger against her bum and felt it slide deep inside her.‘Oh yes, that’s what I want!’ Max said softly.‘What else do you want?’ I asked hoarsely, then slid a couple of fingers, from my free hand, into her cunt, ‘This?’‘Oh God yes!’ Max cried out, thrusting her arms out and gripping the head board.I began to work two fingers on each hand in and out of her pussy and bum, rubbing my cock on her bum between my fingers and stroking it with my thumbs. Max stretched herself out on the. And came lower to her neck then to her neckline right where the first hook of blouse was mom said “ ohhhhhhhh kya kar rahe ho?”. She wore loose gown with low cut bust just to show her goodies to him and make him lust for her. She never missed an opportunity to touch and fondle the kid and even kissed him in motherly (?) Love. Shama undressed, throwing her gown off her body and then undressing her son too. Now he switched to right breast and smooched it for a minute mom was moving her fingers on.