. Or uska chikhna chalu…Ronitt… Plz nikalo… Bhot dukh raha h… Aaahhhh aaaaaahh…. Maarrr gayi…mummmy ….Plzzzz nikal do… Ni chudna mujhe...�� Wo rone lagi…but me to garam tha… Mene uska mu band krane ki liye smooch krna start kr di… Niche mene lund ko dhire dhire andar karna chalu rakha… Choot bhot tight thi but dhire dhire lund andar chala gaya or uski seal toot gayi… Usko bhot tez dard hone laga… Uski aankho se aansu aane lage.. Wo mujhse kehne lagi plzzz nikalo bhot dukh rha h but me janta tha. I shifted my position slightly and felt a touch on my thigh. Then I felt someone touching my ridged dick.I wanted to jump up and yell, but all I did was lay there pretending that I was still asleep. Through the slits of my eyelids I could just see Rob, may partner, sitting there on the bed next to me. I could just make out that he was reaching for my boner. The boner that my dream had made stiff as a steel rod.What was happening? Why was I naked and why was Rod touching me? I slowly realized. " I quietly tell the Whore without taking me eyes off of Tracy.The Whore drops to her knees, the latex she wears making sexy squeaking noises. She takes my manhood into her mouth and begins to suck it's length. I don't intend to orgasm, but I enjoy the sensation of a slaves mouth massaging my cock. My right hand grasps the Whore's latex covered head as it bobs up and down. After a few minutes I pull myself from her mouth."You'll sleep with me tonight. Do not move throughout the night." Yes. Mom is waiting in her room. I think we should head there”…In disbelieve I asked prabitha, “do you know what you’re asking? She’s your mom. She’s my premila aunty. I know I am a horny bastard but your mom?”. Secretly I was jumping in joy. All those months ogling premila’s perfect body coming to fruition. Yes I know I am a greedy mofo.Prabitha replied, “why don’t you just go with the flow. I know you’ve been salivating and masturbating on us girls inner wear. Mom’s wearing g-strings just for you.