One thing - or I guess things - that weren't swelling were mygenitals. Compared to my puffy chest, seeing my perfectly normal-sized penis and scrotum ...as highly reassuring. It looked like I'dget out of this without damaging my ability to reproduce someday. The other swellings, though, were getting much more severe as Iwalked. My thighs went from just brushing together a bit to beingwide, fleshy cylinders that slid tightly against each other withevery step, proving not just distracting but. I felt he was close, soon he would cum and I could stop and finish the memos and he would praise me again..."Sincerely et cetera, memo ends." His hand came up and touched my cheek. I looked up and meet his gaze, holding his cock in my mouth. "You've failed, " he said, and before I could respond his hand was behind my head and pushing down and he was forcing his way down my throat around my sudden moan of protest. He laced his fingers in my hair and started pulling my head up and down, fucking. Kuch der baad uska ph aaya.boli ki bhaiya sogaye hai.tum aajao.Mai bola thik hai tum apne gharke picche ka darwaja kholo mai jaonga phir 5 min baad jab mai mere gharke picche se gaya to unka darwaja khula tha aur mai ghus gaya.to dekha ki wo night suit me khadi thi,use dekhte hi mera lund khada hogaya.mai half paint pehna hua tha,aur mera khada lund puri tarah se najar araha tha Pinky wo dekhliya aur boli ki itne utawale kyun ho rahe ho,ye kehte hi wo mere paas akemere ke paas apne lip ko le. "Give it to her!" "Show her who's BOSS!" Shouted another one of Louise's friends.Louise then began to punch my darling, poor mother extremely hard in the face with her right fist. Not once, twice, or three times, but countless times over and over again.All I could hear was Louise's female friends cheering her on, the puffs, pants, groans and whimpers coming from my desperate mum, and the demoralising sound of Louise's tightly clenched right fist punching my stunned mum inhumanly HARD in her.