In no time, I had my tongue down her throat and my hand up her shirt, squeezing and massaging her large tits. Each time I pulled on a nipple, she woul...d suck my tongue further into her mouth and moan. I let my hand trail down and slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her jeans. I found a sopping wet pussy that eagerly sucked up the same three fingers I had inside her in the shower. Her clit felt as hard as a marble as I rubbed it with my palm while stroking my fingers in and out. Another car. "Come on, hunny," she encouraged. "I want you to taste yourself again." I parted my lips for her, still writhing below the waist. My knees shook as the inside of my pussy throbbed with tremendous need. I didn't know how much longer I could stand this. More sweet, perverse nectar washed over my senses. I could smell my horniness in the air, as I'm sure Mistress did as well. It was erotic and humiliating at the same time. Mistress seemed to know exactly what she was doing. And I would have done. Obviously, my wife, 48, was happy to get fucked by a guy, 35, that too her sil.I waited for my sil to come out of his room, as I was suddenly hot to see my daughter, that is his wife, sreedevi…I decided to wait. As I waited with my dick in full form, my mind wandered to my old sweet memories….Long back…yes long back this chapter of my lustful life started, giving it new chapter of family sex…..I was working then in a private company in chennaiOne day I came back from office and could sense. Didn't it? Please, I thought, give me a caning, even a slippering, and stay.She turned towards me. 'Everything off. Now.'I obeyed, instantly. I would have anyway, her tone was so utterly commanding. When I was standing naked in front of her she smiled and wiggled a finger, a sign to turn around. 'Now touch your toes.'I had no idea what was coming my way. I hoped it wasn't the slipper, the mark from that haymaker of a blow a couple of weeks ago had taken days to fade. It turned out to be just as.