She told herself to dismiss the feeling and keep writing, what a ridiculous thought. Maybe she was just jumpy. A few minutes passed; a few more senten...ces on the page in front of her. Words looked so much more beautiful on the screen, for a blank document was about the saddest thing she could think of. There it was again, that feeling, overwhelmingly powerful. Cautiously, Clarissa got up off her bed. She crept into her bathroom, flipping on the smaller mood light. As she passed her open closet. I decided that I cannot continue like this and if this time she turned me away I would just go someplace else for the remainder of my holidays. I went to her room and saw that the light was on and she was brushing her hair. Her back was towards me so I knocked the door to make my presence known. She looked back at me and invited me to sit on bed and I saw that she had an old album opened.It was of a marriage function and I started leafing through it with her and we were joking about everyone’s. He begins rotating my legs in a circle to stretch out my hip sockets. Each time he rotates my leg from my center, my pussy is exposed for just a moment. He doesn't seem to notice. If I hadn't felt his erection, I would have assumed he was either gay, or not interested. He bends my knee and presses my leg toward my torso, leaning his body onto my shin to provide leverage in the stretch. "Push back on my leg and then relax your leg." he requests. I comply with his request and he pushes his. He was still hard. He hadn’t cum yet and was ready to try a new position.Then he lifted my mom and flipped her for doggy style. He pulled her thong down and removed it for better access. Without a second thought, he thrust his cock into my mom. My mom’s wet pussy engulfed his cock without a hiccup. My dad smiled and said, “aaj teri chut suja dunga” (Today I will bang you hard and make your pussy swell). And my mom was ready.With a mischievous smile she said, “toh phir intezaar kis baat ka hai?”.