He then hopped up and used his two front legs to squeeze his parents waist. He then hopped forward until the tip of his manhood made contact with his ...athers asshole. Oh&hellip, I gasped in understanding. But that was all I had time to say before the studly son jerked forward, forcing his cock deep into his parents rectum. Moments later, he was furiously pounding him, forcing his rock-hard spear in and out of his tight asshole. That was too much for me to bear. So much arousal now coursed. She is sitting at the kitchen table, having a beer, with her brow in a scowl. I smile sweetly at her, and say, "Hey". As I walk past her, I see that the papers spread out in front of her are her credit card statement. I instantly tense, and head towards the fridge for a glass of wine. "So, what's up ?" I ask her. "You're home early today." I walk up behind her, and place my hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. She is tense also. "I see that you have used my credit. 'Obediently I took his huge dick between my joined together hands, the last two or three inches extending out and hanging loosely. Lifting it up to my lips, I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was the marijuana, or maybe it was something latent in me coming out like before, but I found that I was fascinated by this monster of a cock. My mouth was dry from the pot, and as I kissed his head my lips smacked noisily. The big guy thrust the wine bottle in my face, and I reluctantly took a swig, and. “Wow, how would I go home in this condition?” Kasthuri was feeling quite wobbly as she could not stand on her feet. Ayan didn’t know what to say whilst they waited for the valet to bring his BMW back. There was an awkward silence for some moment and then the BMW roared in.Ayan handed a fat tip to the valet before helping Kasthuri to get in. “Listen, you could come to my place if you don’t mind,” he said, trying not to sound too creepy about it. But there was still a moment of awkward silence..