Up again, down again, up, down, faster, slower, slow, fast, gentle, hard, just inside then deep. I bit her nipple hard; she grabbed my hair and hiss...d. She was cuming again. Again she flooded, she had gone. I put my hand under her crotch and grabbed hand fulls of fluid, I rubbed it into both of us, she flooded again, more rubbing. We rolled over and I watched as she squirted into the air. I rubbed 'meat' into the stream, she pumped him madly. "Make him start." she hissed, holding. “What happened last night?” Her mother asked her when she was in her room.“Nothing.” She lied. What am I supposed to tell her anyway? Grandpa fucked me last night? Oh, and this morning too and I loved it? No way!“I cant get out of this bed but my hearing is perfect. Are you fucking my father Brianna?” She asked her.Brianna loved her mother and she had Wonderful memories of a happy childhood but it all ended after the accident that left her mother paralyzed. At only eight years old, she watched. He’d come so much in his hand while jacking off to his mother’s pussy scent. He loved his mother so much. He really felt that the men she dated didn’t appreciate her. They were just dirtbags she met at the bar where she worked.Mary Boyd was an attractive woman. She had a great body and a nice ass. Peter fantasized that he and his mother were intimate. Mary was a single mother.She had many boyfriends but none of them seemed to ever make her happy. His mother was often sad and got drunk. She. So we went to bus stop after a long time a bus came which was also very rush’s struggled to get in and I was standing in the steps allowing her to go inside. She went n stood inside. As the bus was very rush she was standing close to an old man. I saw the lust in the eyes of the old man seeing my aunt that close. He was first afraid that my aunt will scold he was silent. As time went the bus was fully packed n my aunt was very close to that old man. He slowly kept his hands on her butt and.