Then I stop messaging.Saturday when I was in Lahore, Hina called me and asks can I come to her uncle house? Every thing is fine? I asked? Yes “Saaaa...aaaabbbb Theeeeeek Hay” ok I will be there in one hour and disconnect the phone. I wear blue jeans and black T shirt, after 50 minutes I was at her door. I rang the bell Hina open the door, she guided me to drawing room. She was in Black Shalwar kamiz with duppata. She was looking fresh and gorgeous. After some time she serve me tea with biscuits. I. ."Enjoying the filthy dialogue between them almost as much as the actual incestuous buggering, Jennifer and her son let go of all the usual taboo inhibitions a mother and son have when speaking to each other. Whatever came to mind and seemed good enough to add even more fuel to the perverted, incestuous fire was good enough to say. Mark could feel his cock throb just from hearing his mother say those nasty things alone. And saying them certainly made Jennifer feel deliciously lewd, and nasty. One man’s meat and all that. “She smiled but her boyfriend remained silent. I looked more closely at her. She was wearing a pair of faded denim blue jeans that tightly hugged her shapely legs and nicely rounded bottom. She also wore a loose fitting jumper. I began to think that it would be a real pleasure taking her into the back of shop and taking her jeans and knickers and down and putting her across my knee. I found her looking back at me with a smile on her face that made me think that she. "Uhhg uhhg uhhg uhhg uhhg uhhg".It was the only sound to be heard as she worked the fake cock.After a while she plunged it as deep as it would go and held it there, lips pressed against the tiles, dildo vanished. She held it, and held it and kept on holding it there, completely still. Until finally she ran out of breath and her throat rebelled."UUUUHHHHHGGG".She loudly gagged as she pulled herself off of it, gasping for air, thick streams of spit connecting her chin to the dildo and dripping.