We didn’t talked or faced each other whole day , in night she came to my room n told me “beta , mujhe maaf karde , mere saath aisa mat kar ”Me :...“par maa main tujhe pyaar karta hoon”Me : aur tu hi boli thi ki zindagi ki sabse jrdar chudaii to maine hi di hai tujheMom stared weepingMom : beta par main teri maa hoon , ye paap mat kar ,meri zindagi nark ban jaayegi i took her in arms n told “maan le baat , ban ja meri aurat , nark nahi , roz swarg dikhaoonga”n she started to weep more n i took got. My hands immediately went to both of them, rubbing them before I took one of the nipples into my mouth, gently nibbling it as my tongue flicked the tip. ‘Mmmm…’ I groaned. ‘Such a dirty, dirty little girl.’ She moaned softly as my hand had slipped down past the waistband of her shorts to her pussy, fingers massaging the spot between her legs. ‘So wet,’ I whispered, rubbing her clit a little. ‘My dirty little girl is so wet.’ My mouth moved to her other nipple and my spare hand continued. She had no idea how to fix things between them. She had never been good at relationships and the way he made her feel scared her shitless. Her own sexual frustrations were not helping her either. Each day as she got better, she found it harder and harder to not give in to him.She knew that he had been restrained with her, but he touched her often enough that she knew that he wanted her. His touches had just been light caresses of her cheeks and gentle kisses and hugs if she let him. If. He took out his dick, kissed me gently and again he pushed his cock and started to give deep throat. And all I could do was politely do whatever he wanted. The other guy had started to rub my naked pussy while I rubbed his cock.Once a good fresher now sucking two low-class workers’ dick made me feel so cheap and humiliated. But somehow, my pussy was getting wetter by each second.I started tasting the first guy’s precum. He was mouthfucking me harder and soon, I felt a hot liquid going deep in.