She started teasing my balls with her hands, gently stroking them as I backed onto the fake dick. It was killing me. I wanted something thicker and ...onger in my ass. Something to grab my shoulders and cram itself inside me. I wanted a man to fuck me, I knew. I wanted him to fuck me hard and deep and drive his cum into my bowels, and then have my Mom jerk my cock like she had just started doing. Before long I was about to cum. "Can I cum Mommy? Please!?" I could tell she was almost. Mom was rubbing her clit, being supported by dad's hands holding her tit's. Soft grunts coming from her lips each time dad bottomed out in her. They could see I saw them, yet made no effort to stop or leave. Right there, in the doorway of my childhood room they fucked like rutting animals. The view before me kept me mesmerized. I was welded to their bodies, unable to look away. They knew I was watching them. Naked on my bed, a longneck beer bottle stuffed in my pussy, I couldn't move. Finally. She seductively placed the now empty bottle down below her on the floor immediately below her. I whispered to Jina we should go, but she grabbed my arm and said "no." We watched as the girl lowered herself to the bottle and pushed the bottle into her pussy, he then moved up and down onto the bottle to the rhythm of the music. I placed my hand on Jina's thigh and she did the same to me in anticipation of what was to come next.The girl asked for some Pesos and a couple of men obliged. They placed. Usne tshirt aur hotpant pehni thi aur maine sirf boxer main jaate hi usse smootch karne laga aaj wo bhi saath de rahi thi ab maine dhire dhire mera haath uski t shirt me daala aur uske boobs daba raha tha uski siski nikal gayi ohhhh aram se.Phir maine uski t shirt aur hotpant utari wow kya lag rahi thi woh black bra aur panty mein wo thoda sharma rahi thi usne apne haatho se apne boobs chupa liye maine uske forehead pe kiss kiya aur uske haath hata kar apne boxer mein daal diya ab wo mera land.