Phir maine mummy se bola ki main office se hokar aata hoon toh mujhe bataya ki aaj raat ko 8 bajey sheikh zayed humaare ghar par dinner karne aa rahe ...ain aur 2 days yahaan rahenge kyunki unke ghar ka renovation ho raha hai.Mujhe yakeen nahin ho raha tha ki mummy itna jhooth bol sakti hai mujhse. Lekin maine bhi unhein ok bola aur office chala gaya aur kuch time office work aur aditi ke saath spend karne ke baad shaam 7 bajey ghar aa gaya.Phir ghar pahunchne par mummy kitchen se bahar aayi aur. She reached back and took my hard cock in her hand through the material of my shorts, whilst the other hand reached behind her and fumbled at the cord at their waistband. Skillfully, she pulled the bow in the cord apart and I helped her by pulling down my shorts. My cock sprang free into her waiting hand. One hand immediately grasped the shaft of my throbbing cock as it pointed rigidly upwards and the other hand sought out and cupped my balls.She pulled me towards her by a firm, yet gentle grip. She hadn’t buzzed my apartment and I hadn’t heard the elevator. She must have crept up all six flights, avoiding people, ignoring the old fixtures, missing the ceiling lights reflected in the hall floors. No light heart or dancing feet for sweet Annie. She probably stared at the stairs the whole way. I put my mouth to her head to inhale her, ran the fingers of one hand through her hair, and stroked her back with the other one. We stood in the hall, just holding. How many times has that. Think about it over dinner."With that he stood up, unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and masturbated over me. I was too traumatised to notice until he started to cum all over me.We ate in silence. My mind was in turmoil. I faced never seeing my c***dren again or destroying my sisters life. I could see no way out. My c***dren were the only thing left in my life. I would do anything to protect that relationship.After dinner my husband asked me for my answer. "What's it to be slut? Are we.