Maybe after their first born.It was the third week that she screwed up, a REALLY bad screw-up. But, it had to happen, because, that’s the way it goe.... All was going well, her Dad acquiesced to her taking college level classes, and much of it was due to her Mom’s prodding him as she was sympathetic to her plight.The screw up came when her Dad asked how she was getting to and from class, especially the night courses. Without much thought Cindy responded that she wasn’t sure, as she had not talked. They had a DJ for the k**s, who would probably be up late dancing and sneaking a drink or two. Skip and I don't have k**s - that's a long story - but we knew most of the ones in the neighborhood, and usually got invited to things like this.Skip was talking football - or baseball - or something with a few of the guys, as usual. I was helping out Marcia, the hostess, in the kitchen. When everything seemed pretty much under control I wandered out to the bar for another glass of wine. As I stood. Remove your pants and sleep facing upwards.Rahul followed his mother’s instructions. He was now sleeping, looking upwards. His hard dick was pointed in the same direction. Shivani sat up and started to masturbate her son with one hand. On the other hand, she was massaging his balls to make him cum faster.Rahul: Aah! That feels so good, mom.Rahul was oozing precum. Shivani made good use of it to lubricate his piston and kept stroking his dick hard and fast. She kept varying the pace of her. Being still kinda naive at the time, me and one of my best mates, Brandon, were sat at his house watching it. To explain a bit more, it was basically people wearing masks to cover their faces, driving to a secluded area and then fucking strangers. For lads our age it was the perfect thing, we both had cars and we both loved fucking.Now my memory is a little bit sketchy here, but I'm 99% positive the documentary (which was all set in parts of England that were very close, if not local, to us),.