Us samay maa braa nahi pehanti thi lekin ab woh pehanti hai. Mujhe ab bhi achhi tarah yaad hai papa bhi unke bagal me dusri khatiya daalkar sote the j...ab bhi papa ka man karta papa maa ko apni khatiya par bula lete or maa ki chudaai kiya karte the. Maa ki siskariyaan sunkar me jag jata tha papa jaldi jhad jate the kai baar mene maa ye kehte huye suna or tej karo na papa kehte ab nahi bas tab meri maa pushpa apni choot ki aag mitaane ke liye keval petticoat me hi mujh apne pyare bete sanjeev se. What was I going to do? This was an isolated area. There were no call boxes beside the road, there were no businesses with payphones. How do I get help?I came up beside a sports car driven by a young man in his early twenties. He had the rugged, arrogant good looks of a Ken doll. An attractive brunette was sitting in the passenger seat. Skis were mounted to a rack on top. A couple heading up to the ski resorts for an afternoon of expensive fun. My eyes locked onto the woman, not because she was. Her hair, damp and matted, was a blonde so light it was almost white, and her eyes. Silver. Like the stars.My cock rose to full mast. The bull shoved her into the cell next to mine. All that separated me from the finest piece of ass I had ever seen was half-inch-thick, metal bars. She walked to the cot, sitting down, spreading her legs, and looked straight at me, a teasing smile on her face."Do you think I'm beautiful?" she purred, my eyes locked on the cum-matted fur of her pussy. "You are. With just one swipe up her mother’s crotch she turned to me and said, “You butt fucked her.”I tried not to smile at her and said, “It was an accident. I fell out of her pussy and shoved it back into the wrong hole. Then she started to throw up so I just left it in there.”She repeated, “You butt fucked my mother.”“Yes! I already told you that. Didn’t I?” I replied.She said once again, “You butt fucked my mother. No one has ever butt fucked her before, not even my father. She’s had hundreds of up.