It had been three months now. My parents moved in. They got used to the open culture here quite well. But I sensed something was fishy. When I came ho...e, I often saw the bedsheet messed up, mom’s hair would be messed up, etc. But I behaved as if I did not understand.One fine night I got up to some noise. Now here, it is so silent that even if you speak in another room, you can hear it. The house that I was in had no locks to the room. The voice felt closer, so I got up. Mom was not in her bed.. I gasped when I came in contact with my dream cock, a huge and thick meat shaft. I couldn't even get my fingers around the shaft. It was hard as steel as I ran my hand up and down the monster.Soon I felt my T-shirt being completely pulled off. I was totally naked in front of my own son in law. I forgot about all ethics and morality and wanted him in me as he moved his face between my legs. I shuddered as I felt his tongue run up and down my wet slit. My hand automatically went to his head and I. We thought we’d buy some new clothes.’ Christi started to chuckle. ‘Have you guys been talking to Gaurav, by any chance?’ Albert broke into a nervous titter. Chris looked around sheepishly and tried to cover. ‘Uh, sure, well, we talk to Gaurav all the time. He said you were.. y’know… a big help to him when he… uhhh…’ ‘OK, look,’ Christi cut him off. ‘If you really want to go clothes shopping, I’ll do it, but not tonight. I have tests coming up and a paper due Wednesday, and it will take way. I was under a lot of pressure as well due to my workload; I wasn’t seeing much of Emma all week, except for weekends.Tyrone and I kept in touch daily through Facebook, Twitter and all the other social media. We would Facetime each other every couple of days to chat. I was glad I had him as a friend. He was a good listener; I would always speak to him about any issues I had with university work or Emma. He would always bring my morale back up; he would tell me I was underestimating myself..