. “Mom, I'd love to hug you without any pannie-thing between us.” I played on her words and made an indecent proposal – we certainly both were...indecent below the waist. “And I want to show you how sorry I am that you were bamboozled by that bastard.”“I boozled myself, but he sure did bam me – wham-bam-no-thanks-mam-I'm-uh-married-man . . .” and she started to cry. Now I felt sorry for her.“Don't cry mom, I'm here, I love you . .” I took her in my arms and hugged her. I was not unaware. I could not even think for incest/3 sum. On 21st Oct 2010, it was her birthday. We did a little outing and on my request she wore a sleeveless and long cut blouse. We returned to our house at about 8 pm. On my request she removed her Saree and we set the packed dinner and cake on the table. She cut the cake and we were giving the pieces on each other mouths. Meanwhile a lot of cream fell on her exposing breasts. Suddenly a door bell rang and before we could react, her real brother (Raja, 22). She laughed.“Damn, I have missed how your body responds! No one else, not even my husband is as easy to push to the edge as you are!” With that she raked her fingernails down my bare back as she sat upright over my ass. Her pussy juices had slowed their cascade down to a few easy flowing drips here and there, down into the crack of my ass. Kay adjusted her mount on me and found my boney tailbone and started to slowly grind her pussy into it as she pinched, slapped and raked my flesh!Kay was. Never breaking eye contact, I positioned myself on top of him and slid myself in. Swiveling my hips, I responded: ‘Yes, daddy.’ I responded. ‘So fucking fit you are,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t you love it, daddy?’ I cupped my breasts and kept my gaze as he guided my hips. I went faster and faster and moaned. Sitting up, the sunlight beaming from the window illuminated his sweaty face, hair matted to his skin. Still sitting on top of him, he grabbed my breasts and pounded into me rapidly. I felt.