Mai kuch nahi bola. Mami boli vaise raat ko kya soach kar muth mari thi. mami k muh se baat sunkar maire pairo ki neeche chali gayi aisha laga. Fir ma...i boli sach bata de nahi to taire mama ko bata dungi.mai dar gaya. Maine bata diya ki raat ko gandi story padhta hu fone pe. Mami boli taire mama ne ye phone isliye nahi de vaya tha ki tu ye kare. Mai bola m sorry mami .mami boli kuch nahi aaja khana khale. Or pure din kuch nahi hua. Agle din jab mai utha to mami boli aaj to kuch nahi kiya yaa. “No Dad” he answered blushing. “It’s okay if you want, you can,” I said telling him I’d be taking my time rimming and reaming his asshole. “Okay” he said and chuckled. “I had a feeling you could suck your own cock the way I can suck mine,” I said and laughed.“Now your pucker,” I whispered. “MMM” my son uttered aloud.I leaned aside. He had the head of his cock in his mouth. “What was that sound?” I asked chuckling. “You drilling my pucker with the tip of your tongue and me sucking the head of my. I'd never called him Johnny before, but somehow it just sort of sounded right. If Basil didn't want to fuck me, maybe Johnny would."Me who?" asked John. "Just who the fuck are you, babe?"I liked the way he was looking at me. He was definitely interested. Of course, it might have also had something to do with me being stark naked. John had always been a big boob man. 'Big' was as good a description of my tits as any. "It's me, John. I'm Tammy," I replied. I'd tried telling him I was Tom, but it. “Were gona crash now, it’s been a big day and night.” I pointed out to Neva that it I thought it was cute that they were holding hands as they walked back to the house showing us there cute little butts.I was in the shower scrubbing of the dust and pool chemical smell from my hair when felt a breeze and new someone had opened the bathroom door. Before I could rinse away the soap from my hair a pair of hands were pressing on my chest and a pair of breasts into my back. It had to be Febe but was.