I put my hands at her waist, kissed her neck again, and started sliding my hands around until I found her hands. I grabbed hold of them with a firm gr...ip and maneuvered them behind her back; I grabbed my tie and tied her hands together. Not to tight of a knot, just enough so she knew she wasn't going anywhere. "And just what do you think your doing?" she asked with a grin on her face. Without a word I kissed her and slid my hand into her sweatpants. I found a pleasant surprise, she wasn't. It was a deep pink that glistened in the light from the wetness and to their amazement, was completely bald. Carried looked down at her husband’s lap.“I think the answer to that is yes, mother,” she said.“Of course he does,” Della said and her voice had the deeper tone of the sexually aroused woman. “Men come out of a cunt and spend most of their lives trying to get back into one. And by the way you’re stroking yourself my darling daughter, you wouldn’t be averse to a little girl on girl. My God his penis is so big. I hope he doesn’t try to put it in me.She started to cry but did indeed pick up the shower head and aimed the stream at her pussy while I sat on the shower bench, lubed my cock with some conditioner and started to jack off. “Look at my cock while you masturbate Kelsey.” She shook her head and I said, “I’m starting to get tired of repeating myself. Look at my fucking cock you little slut.” She opened her eyes and stared at my raging hard on. “What’s the matter. "Meaning?" asked Vikram. "I think your mother has a pretty good idea, and so do you, I fancy." Vikram gulped. Like his mother, he was no fool, and his apprehension had been building ever since he had seen his mother step out of her room in the kind of outfit street whores usually wore. When he had asked her why she thought his father's a*****or wanted her dressed like that, she had merely shrugged, but her eyes had betrayed her fear. Prem continued. "I want the two of you to perform. Sex, that.