Your mother cuckolded me . . . a-and I was forced to accept it or lose her. I chose to stay and become her wimp husband, as a better man took care of...her primary sexual needs. I did what I could with my much smaller, less sturdy tool, as well as my tongue to do my part. He died a few years ago. And I know what else is on your mind. Yes, I'm your biological father. You must swear to never tell your younger brother and sister."I swore to him I'd never reveal this secret. "People thought I was. Mai ne apnakamis nikal diya aur mohan ka hath mere bra ke hook pe rakh ke usekholne ko kaha aur mene meri bra utar di to mohan mere boobs kodekhane laga – kya dekhate ho mohan pakdo na ise dabao mere boobs komeri nipple pakad ke tumahre muh mai lo,Fir mai ne mere boob ko pakad ke jaise maa apne bachche ko dudhapilatu hai waise hi mohan ko meri god mai leke mere boob usake muhmai diya to mohan darte darte mere boob ko chusne laga – mem sabdudha nahi aata kya – are mere raja abhi dudha nahi. "Hmm, I guess so yeah!" I replied, a little unsure how a massage would help me but, to be honest, I wasn't really taking much notice of what she was saying.She leaned forward, as the buttoned top of her white outfit flowed down a fraction and allowed me to get a quick glimpse down her top. I could see the soft cleavage of her beautifully formed breasts, and the black silky and lacy bra that kept them firmly wrapped behind her outfit. Of course, such a sight already began to send tingling down. Much larger than I had anticipated, but she was bubbly and very sexy in her confidence, I knew I'd be ok. Her husband came into the living room after she let me in, and he shook my hand and we all sat down to just chit chat a bit. She wanted me to sit next to her so she could get to know me better. He sat across from us and I thought I was going to get grilled. He was built like a true blue-collar laborer, and I found out he was actually a fire-fighter. They were pretty relaxed and relaxing.