We did this for quite sometime even masturbating while looking at mum’s boobs and massaging hem with one hand.It was heaven for quite sometime till ... had to go to hostel. My brother continued to study at our hometown. Whenever we used to meet I used to ask him how far he got with mum. He said dad has returned from his escapades so he does not get much of a chance. I dropped the topic after sometime too.One day my brother called me and said that mum and dad had a big fight and mum got drunk and. His hands grip her waist, his body rising to meet hers, bouncing her while bouncing off of the chair. She throws her head back as his mouth trails kisses down her neck and chest. His lips capturing a nipple between his teeth and the tip of his tongue perking it into his mouth. Sucking, licking, drawing the nipple and breast into his mouth.Crying out, gripping his shoulders, fingers digging into flesh, she's bouncing faster, deeper onto his hard, alert cock.Groaning into her breast, his lips. I told him he was doing good. I showed him how to hold my balls and massage them. After a couple of minutes a bead of pre-cum pushed up and pooled on the head of my dick. I told him to taste it. He had a shocked look, but leaned down. I said to stick his tongue out and lick it. Flicking his tongue over my dick head he had a puzzled look. I asked him what he thought about it, he said it tastes funny. I laughed and said maybe you can try it later.I said some people like it and others don't. I. When she arrived Marge ushered her into the kitchen and both sat at the table to enjoy the prepared beverage. It was obvious to Marge that Connie had been crying before she arrived. The first minutes of the meeting consisted of small talk until Marge said, "OK, sweetheart! What's the problem". There was momentary silence as Connie looked away and started to sob."I have really tried to be a good wife to your son but he just doesn't seem to care that much about me. This morning he told me that my.