My son is downstairs.Sharif: Please, aunty. It’s been ten days that we didn’t fuck each other.Saying so, he just pulled my mom’s pallu off her s...oulder. He licked all the gulab jamun juice from her neck to cleavage. My mom enjoyed everything he did to her. She moaned softly and immersed his head into her cleavage, where he kissed over her blouse.After a few moments, she said, “Enough for today, I have to go,” and stood up to leave. Before I hurried downstairs, he pulled her back and took her. “Thanks. You were really good,” I really.I look at the clock and notice it’s five minutes until 10 o’clock.“Oh shit!” I say as I run over to the computer.“What’s wrong?” Victoria asks in a concerned manner.“I was supposed to have all of the photos edited by 10. Shit! I’m just going to send them as they are,” I say as I send all of the photos to the company.“I’m so sorry, I feel so bad,” Victoria says before I interrupted.“Don’t be, I needed that,” I said before giving her a passionate kiss.“I. He moved it upwards, causing her to moan and take more of his hard prick into her mouth, so he worked it around with his tongue, causing her to thrust upwards so that his whole mouth was suddenly slapped into her soft wetness and bore in, sliding his tongue in as far as it would go, enjoyed the pressure that she exerted on it, and without realizing it, pushed his prick further into her throat, received a slight hurt from it because of the restricting tightness suddenly clamping around it. He. His hand make a soft sound. ‘Jack,’ I say. ‘Ummm.’ ‘You know that treadmill in the other room?’ ‘Yeah,’ he says as he runs kisses across my neck. ‘I’m up to five miles a day. I’ve got one of the most toned asses in Cincinnati. It can take more than that little, baby slap you just gave me.’ He mouth is off my neck. His hand is off my ass. I sense the blow coming. It feel it land. It is hard and the smack cracks through the house. God, it was hard. Maybe a little too hard. We can work with that..