Worse than that, I can't even count the amount of times I've walked in on her masturbating. Look, I don't have anything against playing with yourself,... as hard as it is for me to admit this I've tried it for myself recently and it's pretty great. I get that. But it seems like any chance she gets she's rubbing her clit and moaning. And it's not even really that I'm walking in on her all the time, often we'll just be chilling in our room and she'll start! And it's gotten worse recently, as her. Bhaiya thoda ruke wo b thodi shant ho gayi ab mai unki saari harkate dekh rha tha k tabhi bhiya ne bhahi ka pair.Aur thoda khich unka ek pair hawa me dusara jameen par aur hath bed k kinare ghodi bane huyi thi idhar bhaiya ne gand ko thode se piche leke kaha aahhh jaan ab jara sambhal aur jor ka jataka diya. Lagta hai iss bhar pura ander chala gaya. Bhaiya ne jatake dete hi bhabhi ne ghodi ki tarah muh upper utha diya aur jor se Chilayi auuuu aauuau aaaram se karonaaa jaana aaaaa dard ho rha. She had kicked off the covers and lay on her back snoring rather loudly. As I stood at the side of her on the bed I started to think lascivious, lustful thoughts and I wondered if I should take a chance and feel her breasts. Mom’s tits weren’t very big, but I was excited at the thought that this might be an opportunity for me to actually feel a grown woman’s breasts. “Mom,” I whispered, “Are you awake?” Hearing no response I asked again, “Mom, are you awake?” She only murmured something. She completely lost herself in the kiss, giving in to desire, unconscious of any urge to regain composure. William released her and backed up to look at her face. She was panting, and flushed, with a fire in her eyes. His lust matched hers, but he took a deep breath before stepping back towards her. He placed both hands on the sides of her face, met her forehead with his and remained there for a moment, foreheads united and both looking at the ground. Her hands found his waistband and pulled.