THE FOLLOWING FICTITIOUS STORY CONSISTS OF EXPLICITLY INCESTUOUS STORY. ANY PERSON WHO IS SENSITIVE OF FAMILY RELATIONS AND BELIEVE IN MORALS DO NOT R...AD THIS KEEP AWAY.THE READERS WHO ARE READING THIS SHOULD READ THIS AT THEIR OWN RISK. NEITHER THE AUTHOR NOR THE PUBLISHERS WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING. My mother Sulochana is a very beautiful woman with great assets a man would die to have. She has a nice big pair of tight boobs and with flesh at perfect places in the body. At 36 she is. I got in between the first guys legs and figured I would touch his cock "accidentally" and see what he would do. I brushed my hand along his leg and up to his cock head, gently touching it. I looked up at him and he smiled at me and said that I could do that again anytime I liked. We laughed so I just grabbed it with my hand and stroked it a couple times, smiling at him while I did it. He whispered to me that maybe we should go up to his motor home which was nearby. I nodded a yes and the three. There was an awkward silence, but as usual she took charge and gave me a big hug and a kiss, he seemed a bit subdued and gave me a peck on the cheek. She gave a little giggle and slipped behind me fondling me through the silk of the kimono and then suddenly pulled the cord loose and there I was practically naked with a man who was all eyes standing a couple of feet in front of me. She cupped my breasts with her hands and lifted them, almost as if she was offering to him, he needed no further. Some of them came into view on their side as they were pulled into the river, and the Gurkhas shot them. Suddenly the boat started drifting back faster as the rope was released.David watched as some of the men ran back to get their rifles. “Retreat!” he shouted above the rifle fire, and moved back from the lip of the gorge.They rode for about five miles away from the river, finally stopping on a hill that gave a good view of the veld in front of the ridge that guarded the gorge, and made camp.A.