Finally she slipped her lips over the tip of Rob’s dick and slid her mouth over the entire end. Gradually she took more and more of her son’s dick...into her mouth. Mrs. Jones finally was taking as much of its’ long length as she could. Mrs. Jones was sliding her mouth up and down Rob’s hard on and giving him an expert blow job! She thought to herself, “What am I doing? What if Rob wakes up? How can I explain to him what I am doing or why I am doing it?” Mrs. Jones didn’t care. The taste of her. Phir papa nahane ke liye bathroom chale gaye. Tab maine unka mobile uthakar unke jo msg the bo padhe. Whatsapp chat thi. Lakin mai dp dekh kar thoda chonk gaya. Uss profil me to aunty ki photo thi. Chating to normal hi thi. Lakin phir bhi mujhe kuch aajib laga. Maine mobile rakh diya. Next dusre din bhi maine msg padhe aaj to aunty ne apni bahut si photo bhi sent ki thi papa ko. Ab itna naa samajh to hun nhi mai. Lakin mummy in sab bato se anjan thi. And mummy ko jada kuch pata bhi nhi tha .. Her hand reaches my ribs and to my surprise, move towards my legs. The ice-cold fingers boost the sensation and my manhood starts responding to it. Enlarging slowly with layers opening all around, it makes my body shivers with excitement. She moves her head down and her fingers explore the small pubic hairs all around. I open my eyes and find something strange in her eyes.And before I utter anything, her head moves down and touch it there. Her lips wrap around the grown up part and I cries in. I knew them all. This was the time of year that we would gather, pose, laugh or fake the laughter. The girls were going. Marco was going. I went shopping with the girls. I planned on keeping it simple and elegant. The little black dress with accessories could never be wrong. The visit to the hairdresser was like for hours. I made plans for Paul and Prince (gay couple), to pick me up at home and then we would all go to the Pegasus Hotel in New Kingston where we would meet the girls. Then we.