I seen this fat man with a belly roll my mother over so she could ride his cock. I had a perfect view of his cock going in and out of her pussy by her...on power . His big hairy white balls would slap her ass and make that smacking sound. The fat man rolled her back on her back did deep hard long strokes mom was no screaming her Joe and the man grunted load over and over and let out a long aaaaahahaaahahaha. I seen when the fat 65 year old man rolled of my mother onto his back his leg spread wide. He was putting his finger in my gaand and my hands were on his lund playing with it.Oh man! I can still feel him in front of me and almost after 15 minutes, we broke the kiss and he kissed me on the whole body above clothes and then we removed each other cloth, I wearing t-shirt with knee length skirt with black panty and bra and he was in white t-shirt and denim jeans with black underwear inside ;) and were ready for the real ride ;)As soon as he removed my clothes, usne mujhe apne samne bed. In any event, I can no longer give birth so by our traditions the blood link would not be a prohibition to his helping me this way. Indeed, some might say it is the least he can do for me.”I popped my eye open, and of course Marta a saw me. “My dear, dear boy. Would you like...” she held up her breast. Well, there are some treats one never turns down.“Thank you aunty-mother, I would love some.” I said. She leaned down and I lifted myself up. But before I latched on I asked, “Perhaps Cynthia. Mr. Richardson opened the door and, of course didn’t recognize me, and was very interested in my getup, like everyone who had seen me that morning. After I reminded him who I was, he was quick to invite me in. I explained most of my situation, telling him of my father’s beating, and making it sound like it was almost a daily occurrence and begged him not to call my folks. I offered to show him the marks on my back and front if he wanted, but fortunately he begged off. I apparently was.