Her fingers danced between his ass cheeks, tickling over his asshole, sliding up and down his crack, urging him to slide his cock in and out. Jen, was...moaning and grunting, crude, lewd, lascivious language uttered at every thrust of her son’s cock.Jack was in heaven. He couldn’t imagine anywhere he’d rather be or anything he’d rather be doing. It started to seem completely natural that he was fucking his mom, while his sister played with his ass and their dad filmed it all for posterity. “Take. So slowly, I was walking into the house. I could hear some voices from the bedroom and thought everyone was in the room. I decided to go into that room.Then I opened the door and was wonderstruck by the scene I saw. Divya, my bhabhi, was breastfeeding her son with her blouse removed. With one hand, she is holding a phone and talking about a call, and she is carrying the baby in the other hand.The baby was sucking the right breast, and I was enjoying the view of the left breast. Those boobs were. Then I’d powder it and put lotion on it, and I’d pet it. I’d play with it every chance I got. I’d buy all kinds of toys for it. I’d get one of everything! I’d get one of those sybians, and I’d sit on it while I watched chic flicks on TV. And I’d have one of those thrusting machines that moved back and forth. I’d use the thrusting machine to practice taking long thick things all the way down my throat. I’d use it on my brown one, too, just to get good at doing that! I wouldn’t ever let. By suggesting Starbucks, Tre knew Brittanys curiosity would get the better of her. It worked: OK. C U in 10 min. Tre texted one last message: Txt me when U get there, then grinned as he snapped his phone shut. He headed toward the coffee shop, his mind already whirling with images of Brittanys glorious ass that would be his for the taking. Brittany arrived at the coffee shop on time, looking around to see if Tre was anywhere nearby. After a few minutes of searching, it was clear he was nowhere.