Friends some time i fantasy about my own mom who had born me and gave birth to me i think about her like this sometime it really hurt me but i am now ...ut of control and not getting any idea how to come out from this. But i will share with you all my dream desire or fantasy what i think or dream for my mom. My mom used to wear saree i also like saree because in saree i can see her butter like soft stomach and sexy lustful back. When she walks her gaand move up and dawn she has very tight body. I tried to get up with as much decorum as possible and clasped my tattered dress to my chest trying to keep some form of modesty, however looking at the damage I had inflicted on Anya, I realised that we probably looked more like a pair of thugs than ladies.We sneaked in the door and into the guest bedroom I was using; I locked the door behind me. The light was on and when I turned to look at Anya I realised just how much of a fight we must have had, she was looking at me open mouthed too. I. There just never seemed to be enough time for her.Somewhere along the line she'd also lost her own name ... at first being referred to as one or another boy's "mom," now everyone in the small community knew her as "Mrs. P."Today was no exception to the frantic rule. After working late the night before, she had gotten up early to finish the laundry, gas up the car and do some shopping before taking the two eldest boys to basketball camp.More shopping after dropping them off meant no time to. Daniel grunted with pleasure having the thick rich dark cocksliding deep down his throat and the exec's warm tongue probing his boycunt. Daniel didn't care what he was doing, where he was doing it. Heneeded their cocks. He loved every inch of the throbbing pole in his mouth,he felt the thick black curls of the pubs brushing his face as he buriedhimself in the big man's lap. The guy's big wide muscular hips jammed up,pushing his cock deeper as the groaned, moaned and spewed.Daniel tried.