I love my mother and sister unconditionally. What is wrong if I make love to them. This way, our love would grow more intense. That is why, I continue...to call my mother “Mom or Maa” because I everytime I make love with her, I want to feel that I am making love to my mother, my janani.The function was over and now it was time for my second suhagraat with my sister. I was told to wait inside the room. The bed was decorated with flowers and that day it was raining outside which made the mood. Her face in the moonlight was wanton with heat. I have never pounded her so deep and hard. Then she began whimpering.A strange pleading whimpering sound mixed with moans and gasps as if they were saying – whimpering ‘pleeeaassee’ – moans ‘fuuuucckk meeeeee’ – gasps ‘I’m comiiiiiiiiiinnninggggg’. I never heard her make these sounds before. And then her dam burst. Her cunt gushed more juices, pulsated tighter on my cock, ‘yes, yees yeeessss’ she moaned, ‘fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!’ she begged.. He put me on the bed took his shirt off and lay next to me whilst kissing me e caressed my tits and nipples which by now were very firm he had pulled them out of my teddy and gave me a love bit on each on next to the nipple. He slowly moved lower, the teddy had open crutch he licked his way down on material and where possible flesh he hovered over my cunt and blew on it Brian said she loves her clit licked, Steve replied thanks but i am going to enjoy this my way he then gave me a love bite on. It was a calculated risk, for sure, but her acceptance of his earlier advances seemed open and obvious enough, and his own sense of assuredness and confidence had rarely let him down in such cases. He considered himself a bit of a rogue, but also a sensitive enough individual to trust his instincts around women. Usually they guided his impulses accurately and ended ultimately in lascivious satisfaction. Her eyes glowed from afar and there was no mistaken the torturous yearning that expressed to.