I want to fuck her slow and sweetly and I want to fuck her brains out and jam my cock in as hard as fucking possible while I yank on her hair and vigo...ously grope her fat perky 40's milf tits. She has had three k**s. Her two oldest, girls, ended up being hot. One of them is even legal now and has her belly button and hips pierced. When we all got together at Christmas, she lifted her shirt and showed me the piercings, which were set across her perfectly shaped stomach right above a. Night came. Dad and mom entered their room. I followed them and said, “Mom, I am scared.”Po: Come here honey I told you not to watch that horror movieMom hugged me in front of dad.Po: Come sleep with me.Dad: Honey what about us?Po: What?Dad: I need some time with you.Po: Don’t worry we can do it after he sleeps.Dad: What if he wakes up?Po: Don’t worry. I will handle itIt is going on as per my plan. I know dad will try to fuck that’s when I make my act. I acted like sleeping immediately. Dad. Whether she turned all of them down or not, I am not sure of. When she got herself in those see through black chiffon sarees with low neck blouses, almost all the men in the surrounding paused to take notice. But to most of them she was still the respectable housewife and mother, nobody had ever doubted her. That was until one particular day that I planned an unscheduled visit to my parent’s house from the hostel. I had planned to come home around noon, but due to some unforeseen circumstances. At that point I was indeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist, but little could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance for me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a c***d was so high that I allowed everything crossing.