Maa ne Pink colour ki nighty Pahan Rakhi Thi. Jisme Se Unke Bobe Saaf Dikh Rahe The.mera dimag bahut kharab ho raha tha. Sabhi meri Maa ko randi ki na...ar se dekh rahe the. Mummy bhi Baar Baar Unke Samne Aaa Rahi thi. Unme Se ek Dost ne Kaha ki Aunty meri mumy ne Aapko mere ghar Par Bulaya hai, Kal mere mummy papa ki Wedding Aniversary hai. Aap Aur vickey Dona Aana. Maa ne kaha ki beta jarur Aenege.Mere dost ke jane ke Baad meri Maa mere se boli Beta Kal Subah Hame Shhadi me Jana Hai me Kon si. Shes fucking gushing, she probably wont even feel my cock when I put it in. Can you feel my fingers, bitch? Rachel and Brian werent at all shocked by the way the boys were talking to their mother. They were used to it. It was more common, in fact, for the men to talk like that than any other way. They werent surprised, either, when their mother lustfully nodded her head yes to the blonde boys question, rocking back on his fingers as the red head continued to bob her head up and down on his. It makes you look just a tiny bit more like a mother. Do you promise to leave it in?I nodded my head up and down and made a muffled "uh-huh" sound."And do you promise not to yell and scream at me when I take my hand off of your mouth, mom?"I had to think about that one. But really, I couldn't resist him or stay mad at him for long. Even though he was holding me so tight that I could barely move and he could have easily ****d me if he wanted to, he was still my little boy.And I couldn't deny the. “You can massage my thighs to start with.” She pulled a bottle out of her bag and I couldn’t help but start an erection.They surveyed my bedroom critically. Sandra went to the spare bedroom and came back. “There’s another double mattress in there,” she told her allies, “so we can bring that in here later, and have this one on the floor too. Let’s prop the bed up on the wall there so there’s space, then we can do the massage on just the quilt, on the floor so it’s firm enough. Give us a hand.