He split when I was 2 and Fran was a baby. From what little mom said about him she was glad to have him gone.Mom had her name with several modeling ag...ncies and a number of independent photographers. She tried to work when we were in school, but sometimes she had to take us with her.Her photographers loved her as she was never shy about changing outfits. Dress off, full nude, new dress on. No dressing room required.Our mom liked to be nude. Almost always in the house. Almost never outside -. . THAT'S IT ... THAT'S IT ... HERE YOU GO," he warned just before he went off in my mouth. Another huge load filled my hot oral cavity and I swallowed as it threatened to overflow my stretched lips once more. The musky taste of his cum coated my throat as it made its way to my welcoming stomach. He lay there giving off a continuous low growl as I sucked every last drop out of him until he was totally drained."Okay, Kid, we better hit the showers and get over for breakfast before somebody comes. Vallyamma was 50, a brunett who was slightly heavy but in the right placesand still looked good when dressed up, her tits where a 36C and becauseof her age had sagged a little but not a lot and looked great, she always wore pushup bras, not to obvious but enough to show some good cleavage, Vallavan had caught his friends admiring his moms tits, but he never saidanything to them about it,He secretly loved to see other men, especially his friends droolingover her.Kaliamma was 3 years younger than. I run my hands up and down your pantyhose covered thighs as I watch you as you start to rock back and forth on my cock as you play with your tits. You lean back down toward me. I reach for your left breast and lift my head up to taste your nipple. You can feel my cock slide in and out of your hot wet pussy while I suck on your nipple. We both start to buck our hips harder and faster. I take both hands and squeeze your tits as you continue to ride me. We both start to moan in ecstasy. You.