"Now you see, son, if you'd have gotten Kim instead of that THING you married..." Mom," I reminded her, "When I got married, Kim was eight." Shoulda w...aited," Mom said.Kim's smile. Priceless.After the meal, Dad and I and Jeff retired to the den to partake of Dad's pastime for autumn Saturdays, college football, while the female half of the contingent made short work of the kitchen clean-up.When the ladies came back into the den, Kim was carrying a tray of coffee mugs. She sat it on the table and. “I want to see David fucking you, just like he did with me, a proper rough fuck with you over the table out there.” She nodded towards the kitchen.“But l….” He tried to speak.“No buts,” she stopped him, “you want me to do all the perverted stuff while you just watch, well it doesn’t happen like that, it sounds like our son is already a pervert, you want me to be one so you have to be one too, it’s not as if you’ve never been fucked before.”“That’s not fair,” he said, “that was years ago when. Or me akeli bor hoti hu. Na koi enjoyment na koi life. Mene pucha aesa kyu aap bhi enjoy kar sakti ho na. Unhone khaa but kya karu status bich me aa jata he. Mene kha life important he ya status. Unhone kaha isiliye to me tumse bat kar rahi hu. Bas aese hi hamari bat hoti rehtu thi. Muje pata chal chuka tha ki vo apni life ya sex life dono se khush nahi he. Fir ek din me bandra gya hua tha sukrvar ka din tha. Unka msg aaya hangout pe. Mene reply dia.Unhone pucha kya kar rahe ho weekend me. Mene. She felt a slap across her face; not a hand. Shocked and for sure wide-eyed under the blindfold, she was besieged with new stimuli; a small gasp left her mouth. Another slap, this time the other cheek; before she could register what hit her on the face, he ordered her to, “Open your mouth wide slut and don’t bite down.” No way to think or reason, just obey. Her tits were straining and tugging at her body. The chain must be around something. It was excruciating to have her breasts pulled up.