Fir tabhi honth chuste hue hi bhabhii ne hatho se muje ishara kar diya to me to jaise ready hi tha mene ek dhakka mara to lund uske naram chhed ko chi...ta hua tope tak andar ghus gaya or uski cheekh nikli jo ki gale me hi dab gayi or wo hmmmm karne lagi jaise bol rahi ho ki chhodo Muje meju nahi chudana hai lekin bhabhii ne majbooti se uske hontho ko kas ke kiss kar rahi thi jisse uski awaz ani na-mumkin thi oro fir 1 minute hua to bhabhii ne fir se muje ishara kiya to mene mere tope ko bahar. I watched them sleep as the daylight slowly crept in. It must have been 5.00 AM and I couldn’t sleep. What I had witnessed was still rushing through my head and I felt like I needed to piss. I got up and went to the bathroom. I took my semi erect prick and began urinating, as I looked around my eyes fell on a pair of panties, my mom’s.I found my dick hardening as I recalled the vision of dad sucking at mom’s cunt and the urge came over me again. I finished pissing and took her panties in my. She was wet as a fountain.That day, she brought my humiliation to a next level. But I wasn't even discussing or complaining, all this just exceeded my normal reactivity patterns, I was catatonic.He entered silently, grunted, undressed and without a word or any consideration for me, grabbed her hips with his massive hands, managed his baseball bat dick inside her already wet cunt and started to fuck her slowly. She instantly stopped sucking me and started screaming like she was stabbed (which is. I'm sorry I'm being bitchy but I'll explain it all over a nice cup of cappuccino. Finally... think about it. It is the wee small hours of Christmas morning. There is a crash on your roof and someone slides down your chimney dressed in red and black. Can you put it together or do you want to borrow my slide rule. Aah shit sorry for that. I guess I am bitchy. Do your stuff with my butt, make a coffee and we can start fresh okay?"So Santa was real! My parents had bullshitted me. Bastards! I bent.