Us school mein function ke karan jaldi chooti ho gayi.ghar pahocta he mein dekha.papa ki bike bahar kadi hai.meine saamja ke unko bukhar ho raha hoga....ur wo ruk gaye honga.jab mein andar pahooca tho dekha maa aur papa ek saat ek bed par baithe hain.aur papa unke salwar utar rahen hai.mein us wakth chota tha.mujhe sex ke bare mein kuch naheen pata tha.mein andar chala gaya.papa nage tha aur mummy ko naga kar rahe the.mujhe dekh kar wo hairan reh gaye.maine poocha ‘kya kar raheen unhoone kaha hum. “I ... I ... do!” I squeezed my eyes shut in shame. Tears squeezed out. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry for being such a disgu—”Her fingers penetrated my pussy.Two of her fingers slid into my warm, wet depths. I groaned, my pussy clenching down as shock rippled through my body. Followed by the tingling rush of pleasure. It shot down to the tip of my dick throbbing against her thighs as she pumped through my flesh.I craned my head to look over my shoulder, staring at her face. It was transformed not. Angela was a miracle. She felt proud to be able to raise her on her own but she missed the company and help of Mrs. Sanders. Sometimes she wondered how Chris was doing but, as he didn’t return her calls, she thought he didn’t want to talk to her. One night when she began to prepare dinner, she heard someone at the door. Hoping and thinking that it was Mrs. Sanders or Chris, she went and froze at the sight she saw through the peephole. It was Stephen. He knocked a few times more and shouted. ‘I. Bringing my hands together he pinned them with one hand whilst his other hand returned to pleasuring me. First squeezing and playing with one boob then the other. He traced his fingers down my body, every so often grabbing and pinching. By this time I was super horny, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I writhed about moaning, letting go of my wrists he started to grab with with both hands, getting rougher as he moved his hands from my tits to my but then to my twat.I bit my lip; moaning.