My hand slipped between her parted legs, cupping her cunt, feeling the wet heat. Mother whimpered, her ass lifting higher. I slowly shoved a finger in...o my mother's pussy. She uttered a soft, sobbing gasp. For a moment or two, I finger-fucked my mother, watching the hairy lips of her cunt clasp my finger.I looked down at my mother. Her face was glowing with a wanton desire. Her body laying on the bed, trembling, her legs apart, her glistening cunt so lewdly open to my greedy eyes. I admired her. I had an amazed look on my face and told her I would ask Meena if it was okay with her. I was playing with Asiya’s hair and she was running her fingers all over my chest when Meena came in carrying a tray, Asiya got up and took the tray from her and Meena sat down I picked up a cup and took a long sip. I finished my coffee and put the cup on the side table. Asiya looked at me and beckoned me to ask Meena, I smiled and looked at Meena, she had a questioning look on her face and asked me. Don’t you agree?”“Well we, uh, I mean Leslee, well I don’t think that my daughter; well she doesn’t.”“She doesn’t what Shari? You don’t think that she masturbates like we do? How naïve. How about you; now you’re not going to tell me that you don’t masturbate.”“Oh no, I think I’ve had too much to drink, Christy; I think I better go home now.”The phone rang and Christy answered it. “Hi Christy, this is Leslee. I called home and my mom wasn’t there so I guessed that she might still be at your. Disha mujh se 2 years choti he. Oska figure itna khaas shaid nahi hai. Body petite hai oski but wo buhat gori hai. Aik din mein apne shirt ki jaib se pese nikalna bhul gaya tha to jab laundry main pese lene gaya meri nazar Disha ki used panty pr pari aur mein osko sunghne laga. Aur os din ke baad se aur zyada Disha ki muth maarne laga. Ham close thay to bahane se har baar osko touch karta specially oski legs ko. Mujhe oski legs ka buhat shauq tha. Hamare mom dad kbhi hamein akela chor ke jatay.