Maa ne apni gulabi jeev apne hoton par phira kar wanha laga paani chata aur phir apni hatheli se apnee chunchee ko masalte hue pucha, “kyon bete raj...a maza aya lund chuswane me?” “Bahut maza aya Maa, tumne to ek dusree jannat ki sair karwa diya meri jaan. Aaj to mai tumhara sat janmo ke liye gulam ho gaya. Kaho kya hukm hai.” “Hukm kya, bus ab tumharee bari hai.”“Kya matalab, mai kuch samajha nahee?” “Matalab eh mere bhole raja ki ab tum meri choot chato.” Eh kaha kar Maa khari ho gayee aur apni. It was fantastic to enjoy. My dick throbbed in her cunt. I would shower her with so much cum.“Gods damn,” I groaned as she worked her pussy up and down my dick. “That’s great.”“Mmm, work your pussy up and down my son’s cock, Mistress,” moaned Mother. “Mmm, and drown him in your pussy cream. I know how much he loves to drink from his twin sister’s pussy, Mistress.”“Yes, I do!” I groaned and fluttered my tongue up and down her slit.I stroked her pussy lips and clit, pleasure surging down my cock. We started and reached her home in 20 Minutes. I greeted her mom and she welcomed me nicely. We chatted until 1 Am and her mom slept. We both were watching TV together and she told let’s sleep. I told that I don’t feel like sleeping. I told her to show my place where to sleep. She told in her room as in the other room, her mom will be sleeping.I asked her if she is sure or she could confirm by asking her mom. She hit me hard on the legs and told me she and her mom knows about me very well. They. I had a sneaking suspicion it was true, too.I hated Patrick Thorne from the moment we met, but I probably loved him more.As it turns out, I didn’t go running right back to him. The guilt I’d shoved back for my temporary pleasure hit me full blast when I got home. I sobbed in the shower for ages. The worst part was I didn’t regret it. It was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life, and I just hated that it was so messed up.I ignored Patrick’s calls for the day and spent the night at.